One Shore Leave, With Conspiracy


By Tommyhawk1@aol.com
(c) 2002 by Voyeur. All Rights Reserved.

Illustration of Shore Leave

It was a peaceful planet chosen for the shore leave. With an oxygen rich atmosphere but no life above the size of microbes, and none of those able to feed on human flesh, it was a placid but barren world. It was on a beach of this world where Paris huddled his guerilla force in a circle. "Okay, you all know the plan. T'Mara, the success of this plan depends on you and Hal. Act innocent and don't giggle when you make the pitch. And both of you keep close to his head while you work so he won't notice us. Hal, you keep an eye on the load we're putting on to make sure it's sufficient. Harry, B'Elanna, we three will be doing the heavy work but don't dump it too quickly or he'll get suspicious."
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"We know what to do." B'Elanna promised. Harry, the scar on his face making him look fearsome, nodded.
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"Okay, first team, go!" Tom said.
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Hal and T'Mara ran over to their objective. Tom listened carefully as they made their ploy.
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"Uncle Chakotay, can Hal and I cover you with sand?" T'Mara asked carefully.
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Chakotay was groggy and nearly asleep. He didn't open his eyes even, just said, "Sure, honey. Go right ahead. I'm taking a nap now, anyways."
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"Thank you."
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"B'Elanna, Harry, your daughter is a first-class actress." Paris praised.
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"Gets it from my side of the family." Harry said proudly.
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"Let's go!" Paris said to his friends. "And keep down!"
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Armed with buckets already full of sand, they crept up and unobtrusively assisted their children in piling the sand on Chakotay. Chakotay had the children to see if he got curious about what was happening, but he never stirred.
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After a time, he was covered completely with sand and they could move faster. Hal made sure the load was distributed properly, and even Paris took orders from his son on this point. Finally, Hal signaled that they were done and the five stood back to admire their success.
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Chakotay was now covered with a huge mountain of sand, only his head poking out. He was still asleep.
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"Okay, let's go leave him alone now." Paris said and they all sneaked off.
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When Chakotay woke up later, he was all by himself, the rest of his friends and family were down the beach a ways. He smiled, and then tried to get up, only to find that he couldn't move a muscle. He struggled a short time more, gave up, and called, "Hey, Tom!"
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"Here it comes." Paris said. "Now don't even look his way, Hal, T'Mara. Act like the sound of the ocean is drowning out his voice and you can't hear him."
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Chakotay called with increasing volume and distress, but they continued to ignore him.
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Paris gave him an hour of this before he went to his husband's rescue. He sauntered up nonchalantly to the now-silent Chakotay. "Hello, dear!" he said. "Did you have a nice nap?"
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"Yes, thank you." Chakotay said. "Now can you dig me out of this?"
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"Is there a problem?" Paris said innocently.
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"Yes, and it's got you and your son written all over it."
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"Me and Hal?"
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"Don't try to act innocent with me, buster. After seven years of marriage, I can read you like a book. You planned this and Hal told you how much sand to pile on, didn't he?"
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"He did a wonderful job of it." Paris conceded. "Even pointed out the spots where we needed extra sand to be sure you couldn't move. Says he used differential equations to be certain he had calculated the moment arms right."
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"Is he up to differential equations, yet?" Chakotay was alarmed.
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"Beats me." Paris said. "That's Tuvok's and B'Elanna's department. They take care of his education. I just keep him fed and clean and try to make sure he doesn't blow up Voyager with one of his chemistry experiments."
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It had been the Doctor's doing. Given the task of combining Chakotay's and Paris' DNA, he had, with inevitable computer logic, chosen only the best of their respective genes to combine to make their son. While he hadn't indulged in any sort of genetic alterations or enhancements, the result was the same as if he had, and so Paris and Chakotay were saddled with a child prodigy whose talents were still manifesting themselves in new and sometimes frightening ways.
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"And a wonderful job you do of wiping his nose." Chakotay said. "Now would you dig me out of here?"
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"That'd take quite some time." Paris said. "And we're having so much fun down the beach. Hal is building a sand castle. And given how bright our son is, it's bound to be something spectacular. So why should I trudge away here when I can be down there having fun?"
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Chakotay sighed. "I'm the victim of a conspiracy. Okay, what's the price?"
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"You're so suspicious of your own husband!" Paris acted affronted. "Why, I'm shocked!"
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"The hell you are. I have to return to the ship in another hour and a half, so enough of the innocent act. How much?"
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"How about a kiss for every five minutes I work." Paris suggested.
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Chakotay seemed to consider it. "That's a steep price, but all right."
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"Payable in advance, if you please." Paris leaned over and they kissed.
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"Now, that's not a proper kiss." Paris said. "Try again, and this time, put some effort into it."
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"How? I can't use my hands."
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"So make your lips do extra duty."
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They kissed again, longer.
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Paris considered it. "Close. One more try."
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A much longer kiss.
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"That'll do. I'll start digging." Paris moved to the side opposite the family, partly so he could keep one eye on Hal, and started shoveling the sand away. It took quite some time, as there was a great deal of sand to move. And Paris kept getting fussier about the kissing technique, until Chakotay accused him of extortion.
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Finally, most of Chakotay was revealed. He could have gotten up any time now, but he was still lying there. And when Paris saw the sand shifting off of his trunks, he knew why. He collected his next payment, then said, "I think you like making these payments."
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"I've had worse creditors in my life." Chakotay conceded.
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"Is the gang occupied?"
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Chakotay looked over. "Yep."
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"The sand will block their view. You keep an eye on them, and holler if they head this way." Paris reached down and pulled Chakotay's trunks down, tucking the waistband underneath Chakotay's balls to hold it in place. "Time for the final payment on this mortgage. And it's a balloon payment." he said and engulfed his husband.
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Chakotay sighed. "It's a pleasure doing business with you."
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Down on the beach, B'Elanna said, "I don't see Tom anymore."
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Harry looked over. "You know those two as well as I do. Where do you think he is?"
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They looked at each other, nodded significantly. "The usual." they both said.
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"Let's make sure the kids don't head that way." Harry said.
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"No problem." B'Elanna turned back. "Hey, Hal, where do you want this bucket of sand?" She hoisted her offering.
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"At that corner." Hal said. "I need it for the outer priapets of the eastern gate."
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"I'm not a babysitter, I'm a construction worker." muttered B'Elanna. "T'Mara, don't pour that sand down your dress."
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"Okay, Mommy."
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"Uncle Harry, could you help with the central tower?"
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"Sure, Hal." Harry said. "Where do you need me?"
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And the shore leave continued through the quiet afternoon.
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END OF PART SIX

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