The Visitor Leaves


By Tommyhawk1@aol.com

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The corridors of Voyager were surprisingly empty. In silence but for their own footsteps, they made it to the turbolift and up to the bridge.
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They encountered the same scene as Tuvok had earlier, the entire bridge crew lying at their posts. Paris quickly went to the helm. Voyager had drifted significantly off course, but was in no immediate peril. "I'm going to shut down the engines." He told Chakotay.
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Chakotay was at the science station. "Tuvok was here." he read from the codes. "In the process of setting up a synaptic restoration ray to play over the bridge. But he didn't finish it. He stopped in mid-command."
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"Better finish his job." Paris said. "Computer, where is Commander Tuvok?"
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"Commander Tuvok is in the Captain's ready room."
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Paris stopped Voyager, set her on the right course, barely moving. Then he got up and went to the Captain's ready room. The door balked him. "Locked." He said, and signalled for entrance.
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A roar of rage greeted the sound.
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"Pon farr." sighed Chakotay, recognizing the sound. "Poor Tuvok. Better leave him alone. He'd kill us if we try to go in."
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"Agreed." Paris said.
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"Synaptic ray is ready to commence." Chakotay said. "We'll have to get out of here before I start it. I'm putting it on a fifteen second delay and for two minutes' duration." He tapped the keys. "Let's get out of here."
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They went to the turbolift and down to Sickbay, the obvious next place to look. The Doctor was there, buried in patients. Nude bodies lay everywhere groaning.
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"Ah, gentlemen." he said. "Can you tell me why the Captain is not responding to my inquiries?"
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"The incubus took out the entire bridge crew. We have a synaptic restoration ray going there right now."
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"Excellent." the Doctor said. "Computer, how many of Voyager's crew currently have synaptic functions in excess of eighty-five percent?"
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"Seventeen."
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Paris whistled. "He's been busy."
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"Yes, and unless you gentlemen can stop it, this ship is not going to survive."
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"Doctor, can you suggest any way to fight this creature?" Chakotay asked. "He drains synaptic functions. Can we use that against him?"
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"I have been studying historical references in the hope of finding a clue." the Doctor said. "The result of your identification of it as an incubus. Incubi and succubi are demons which manifest themselves as sexual partners. I mentioned the deprivation factor to you, Commander. They also seem to need an anchor, a place, usually a tree, from the literature. Others have chosen barns or rooms."
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"Chakotay's room." Paris said. "When I called the incubus that first time, I was in Chakotay's room."
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"Yes, perhaps that would explain it."
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"So what do we do, cut my room loose from Voyager?"
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"I doubt if that would be required. It could be a single item in your room, commander, which is hosting the incubus."
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"The tapestry." Chakotay said.
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"Which one?"
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"The one facing my bed. The incubus gave that to me. Remember he first tried to have me buy it using the winnings of the wager, and when I gave you back the hundred ration points and went back to my room, the tapestry was already there on the wall."
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"I noticed it." Paris said. "Very nice work."
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"Computer, lock onto my quarters. Locate the tapestry on the forward wall. Lock onto that tapestry and beam it into space."
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"Unable to comply."
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"Explain reason for non-compliance."
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"Because I don't want to, lover." the computer pouted, and its voice was Paris' now. "I made that for you special, and now you want to throw it away? Is that the way to treat the gifts of your lover?"
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"Did you two hear that?" Chakotay asked.
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"The incubus." Paris affirmed.
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"I heard nothing." the Doctor said. "Is the computer malfunctioning?"
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"The incubus has it under its control." Chakotay said.
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"Oh, dear." the Doctor said.
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We'll have to make it back to my room and destroy that tapestry." Chakotay said.
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The ship lurched suddenly, and power went off-line. Only emergency lights now shone.
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"Engineering, report." Chakotay tried. Nothing. "Computer, respond." Nothing.
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"The Engine room crew are probably all knocked out by the incubus." the Doctor opined.
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"I'd better get to Engineering." Paris said. "You try to make it to your quarters and destroy that tapestry."
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"We should stick together." Chakotay said. "We can handle the incubus when we're together. Alone, and who knows?"
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"We don't have time and neither do the crew." Paris said. He suddenly reached over and kissed Chakotay on the cheek. "And I feel ready to handle him now, whether you're there or not. I have the reality which is better than any fantasy he can manufacture. Don't worry about me."
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"Tom." Chakotay brushed his palm over Paris' cheek and took off.
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"Doctor, keep doing the best you can." Paris said. "Chakotay and I will try to get rid of the incubus. You keep the crew alive until then."
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"I always have. It is my primary function." the Doctor pointed out.
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"Thanks for your help. At least now we know how to fight." And Paris left as well.
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The Doctor looked around, picked up the portable synaptic restoration ray, and started fulfilling his primary function.
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Chakotay's first stop was the armory, where he could get a phaser. If he couldn't toss the tapestry into space, well, it was fabric and should burn quite nicely.
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Inside the armory, Ensign Cody was at his post and apparently unaware of Voyager's predicament. "Commander." he said matter-of-factly. "What can I do for you?" He was a good- looking blond-haired man, the sort you'd normally see on videocasts.
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"Give me a Class I phaser." Chakotay ordered.
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"And what will I get in return?" Cody asked. Chakotay looked up, startled, as Cody insolently licked his lips. "Maybe we could work out a trade?"
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"You're not Ensign Cody." Chakotay said.
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"But I look just like him." Cody said. "You've admired this body for quite some time. So why not take it for a while?"
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"No." Chakotay said, walking around the fake Cody and reaching for the weapons locker.
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"I can understand why you no longer want me in the prior body form." Cody sighed. "When two people learn of complementary fantasies, they get together and there is no reasoning with them. So I have to fill my needs through their secondary fantasies. Distressing, but it can be effective. I'm not trying to come between you and that pretty flyboy you've now picked up. I'm willing to share you. And I'll never breathe a word about our little--assignations. I won't drain enough energy from you for him to even notice."
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"No." Chakotay worked the combination for the third time. It still refused to open.
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"I'm very sorry, Commander, but I've had to change all your access codes. You can't get into your former quarters, either. You'll have to sleep with your new love, but that can be very cozy, I'm sure."
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Chakotay slapped his communicator. "Bridge, answer." Nothing.
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"I appreciate you reviving the bridge crew. I really shouldn't have taken them all on at once, but you can imagine the erotic possibilities. Fifteen adorable officers, all of them thrashing in my embrace at once, in full view of each other. My, the stories they'll have to tell."
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"Then why aren't they responding?"
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"Because with the mood you're in right now, I can't let you speak with them. You'd make some unpleasantness for everybody, and I might be forced to start the self-destruct sequence. I'd really rather finish with the crew before I do that."
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Chakotay turned and looked at Cody, then suddenly swung and punched him. Cody went flying back and against the wall. "Come on, Commander, use me!" was his only response, while bloody trails oozed out of his mouth and nostrils. "Let's get brutal. I can take anything you can dish out! Come on, hit me some more, lover! Hit me, then fuck me. Come on, you know you want to, deep down inside! Want leather or chains? I can give them to you, too! Rack me up, big man!"
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Chakotay snarled and walked away. He'd have to find another answer.
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Paris went down to Engineering and found the engine crew in the same shape as the bridge crew. A signal was sounding. "Engine room, report!" came Janeway's voice. "Engine room, report!"
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Paris ran over and slapped the accept button. "Engine room, Paris here. The entire engine room crew is unconscious."
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"Can you get us back on-line, Lieutenant?"
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"I'll try." Paris said. "Paris out."
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A reboot of engineering controls should do the trick. He walked over to the controls and found an engineering officer at them. "Report, Mister!" he said.
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"Hello, Tommy boy!" came the sneering answer.
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Paris stepped back, shocked. It was Mark Schechter, whose Starfleet Academy antics had made his first year miserable, always sneering at the Admiral's boy. He'd nearly dropped out of Starfleet and only his father's intervention had stopped the persecution, an action that had galled Paris to this very day and cost him a lot of respect among his peers. The incubus!
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"Out of my way!" Paris said.
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"You don't give me orders. I give you orders, cadet." Schechter said. "Daddy's not here to protect you any longer. So now I can tell you exactly what I think of you, what I've been wanting to say ever since you put that blot on my Starfleet records. You weak, sniveling, over- pampered and under-spanked momma's boy, hiding behind Daddy every time it gets a little rough on you!"
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"Paris pushed him aside as the invective went on. Schechter never repeated himself, and the words showed knowledge of events that Schechter could never have known. The words hurt, they hurt a lot. He got to the controls and shut down Engineering preparatory to starting a reboot of the system.
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"Someone needs to give you just what you've been wanting all this time and I'm just the man to do it!" Schechter concluded.
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Paris, before he could execute the reboot, found himself grabbed by Schechter and thrown to the deck. "Time for pretty boy to get the feel of a real man!" Schechter said.
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Paris knew the feelings of helplessness that kept him from moving.
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"Going to fuck that pretty little spoiled brat's butt of yours." Schechter said as he tugged Paris' pants off. "Daddy will be so proud when you go back to him with a fucked butt. And so will that darling Commander!"
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"Leave Chakotay out of this!" snarled Paris.
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"Ooh, tough guy." Schechter said as he undid his fly. "Chief Running Dick isn't here, either. I can fuck your butt for the rest of eternity and they'll never, never find you again."
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"Yes, you can." Paris said. "Go right ahead. It doesn't matter to me."
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"Looking forward to it?"
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"No." Paris admitted. "But you can do it and I can't stop you. So what does it matter?"
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"What's Big Brave Bouncy Butt going to think about our little tryst?" Schechter teased and Paris felt a huge schlong position itself at his asshole.
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"He loves me." Paris said. "And that won't change because I've been raped by an imitation of an Academy hazemaster. He loves me and you can't touch that."
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The features shifted to those of Chakotay's. "But I will mind." he said. "You'll be violated, used, cheapened. I'm not going to settle for tarnished goods, and that's all you'll have to offer me from this day forward. No, I won't love you anymore."
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Paris felt tears in his eyes. "You're not Chakotay. I know him. You can't pretend to be him any longer. I know better."
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"But you don't know better." Chakotay said. "He begged you to say there'd be more lovemaking, and you brushed him off. Now, he's thinking that you'll never want to love him again. He's busy right now with my alter self in the weapons room. Forgotten all about that phaser he went there to get. I must say that he has a really nice swing to his fuck, the way he kind of wriggles his butt as he pushes down into you...."
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"Shut up!" Paris shouted. The incubus was telling the most intimate secrets he and Chakotay shared.
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"And the way that he kind of caresses you in the withdrawal at each stroke, kind of makes up for the loss of that huge, meaty organ, doesn't it? Until it comes back into you again and you feel so full of love and energy that you can take on the whole world. I'm getting some of that myself right now. Mm-mmh, he is such a wonderful man!"
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In the midst of his rage, Paris felt a calm descend. The incubus jerked, seemed to have felt it. "Liar." Paris said calmly. "You tried to get him in the weapons room, but he pushed you away."
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"No, he's fucking my ass right now!"
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"No. He's on his way to his quarters and he's going to tear down that tapestry and rip it to pieces with his bare hands if necessary. He tried for a phaser, but you shut him out."
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"No!" the incubus screamed. "He's fucking me. He loves me, damn it! Not you, me!"
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"Chakotay has beaten you." Paris said. "And now, so have I. Get the hell off of me, you big prick."
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The incubus vanished. Paris got up, pulled up and fastened his pants, and got the engines rebooted with no further problems. Then he programmed the computer to broadcast a synaptic ray, averaging out the needs of the various victims and to avoid the areas where the crewmembers still active were. It took some time, but the computer responded without a problem.
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Chakotay got to his quarters, and the door wouldn't open. He snarled and went to tear open the panel, to rewire the door. But before he got the plate open, the door suddenly opened for him.
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He walked in to see a swirl of light envelop the tapestry. It shimmered, coalesced into a vague sphere of light, that circled the room, chose a direction, and went through the hull. Chakotay stepped to the window and watched as it receded into the distance.
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"Attention, all hands." came Paris' voice. "Prepare for synaptic restoration ray. Do not move from your current locations for the next two minutes."
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The Doctor watched happily as the ray blanketed Sick Bay. Immune to its effects himself, he saw the ray do its work and then stepped in to maximize the remaining crew members. He hummed as he began to appraise the results of the ray. It was good to be on top of things once again.
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Back on the bridge, Chakotay and Paris saw to their relief that everything had been put to right again. Tuvok was still in the ready room, wailing the tak-ri-fee, the ending of pon farr, and should be ready to face his companions again in a few hours.
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Janeway looked at the two men. "Congratulations on your efforts, gentlemen." she said. "You're sure the incubus is gone?"
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"I watched it leave Voyager myself." Chakotay said. "It just couldn't handle us, and rather than be attacked and possibly destroyed by us, it took off."
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"What was your secret?" Janeway asked. "Everyone else on Voyager was completely knocked out and helpless. Why were you two suddenly immune to it?"
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Chakotay and Paris looked at each other and smiled. "Well, Captain," Chakotay said, "It had to feed on our deepest fantasies. But when you don't need the fantasy, when you can live the dream instead, then it has no hold on you. Nothing for it to feed on or control you with."
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"It's the suppression of the desire that it seems to need." Paris chipped in. "If you aren't suppressing the desire, then the energy isn't there."
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"But now what happens?" Janeway said. "What if we run into another one of those creatures?"
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"Chakotay and I will be here to protect Voyager." Paris said. "We're going to be immune to incubuses for a very long time."
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"Speaking of which, if you'll pardon us, Captain, we're off shift right now." Chakotay said. "Lieutenant, may I buy you a drink and talk over our next step in the immunization process?"
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"I would love to, Commander."
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Janeway watched, puzzled. As the turbolift doors closed, she just saw the two men reach to embrace and kiss. She smiled, and turned to the helm. "Ensign, resume our course."
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"Aye, aye, Captain. Engaging at Warp Five."
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"Engage." And the long trip continued.
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THE END