Scientific Method Redux

A Star Trek: Voyager fanfiction

by

CanonAntithesis

Summary: A Paris/Janeway rewrite of the 4th season episode, Scientific Method.

Disclaimer: No copyright infringement is intended. This fanfiction is based upon the UPN television series Star Trek: Voyager. All characters and situations other than my own are the sole property of Paramount.

Chapter 2

This had to be absolutely the weirdest day he had ever experienced and that was saying a lot considering some of the things they had seen since entering the Delta Quadrant. Therefore, Tom Paris shouldn't have been so surprised to find himself, less than five minutes after entering her cabin, stark naked and sinking himself into the very willing body of his equally naked commanding officer, Captain Kathryn Janeway.

Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager.

Just thinking her full title should have been enough to cause him to go limp, but instead it seemed to have the opposite effect. He had had dreams of engaging in this very act with her before. Hell, every male and half the females on board had had lustful thoughts about Kathryn Janeway. And until this moment, that's just what they were, thoughts. Tom never thought he would find himself with her … in her … deep, deep within her. And God, was she sexy. Whoever designed the female Star Fleet uniform should be blasted out a photon torpedo tube. Who would have ever guessed she had such a large rack? Oh, and her voice... The same voice that had told the Borg where to stick it was now moaning his name and urging him to go faster in that incredible sexy, raspy voice. Or how about how her knees where bent up so that they fell on either side of her head? Nope, that didn't hurt at all. In fact, it put her in the most perfectly fuckable angle possible. She felt like she had been made just for him and he had been made for the sole purpose of pleasuring this incredibly beautiful woman.

"I-I'm not going to last much longer", Tom panted out between strokes.

"Go on; I'm good. Don't stop, please don't stop." Her voice was an odd mixture of pleading and seductiveness. "In fact, go faster … please. Yes, that's it. Harder!"

Paris managed to pump into her three more times before both of them tumbled over together into orgasmic bliss. Janeway slowly straightened up her legs and Tom collapsed onto her, completely sated and completely exhausted. He felt like he could have stayed that way forever. That is until he felt her suddenly stiffen under him.

Her voice was still raspy, but the seductiveness had left it. "Mr. Paris" was all she said. That was all she needed to say. It was over.

Remorse flooded into his very DNA and he jumped off her instantly. "Oh my God, Captain. I am so sorry. I'm so very sorry."

Without another word, he ran from her bedroom, pulled on his clothes, and fled her quarters.

\***/

Tom entered the bridge for his morning shift without stopping to chat with his best friend, Harry Kim, and slid quietly into his seat. The command chair was currently occupied by a Lieutenant who normally worked Gamma shift and with whom Tom had only a brief acquaintance. He knew Captain Janeway was scheduled to work today. He had checked before leaving his quarters. It was really surprising to find her missing. She was never late.

Just one more thing to add to your feelings of guilt, Tom, old buddy.

However, as horrible as he felt about what he did yesterday, since he woke up, that guilt was slowly starting to be replaced by the same urgency and need that brought on the act which caused the guilt in the first place. In other words, he was horny … again. But not just horny in the general sense of the word; he was horny for her, his captain, Kathryn Janeway.

He was a normal guy, so it wasn't unusual to wake up with a boner which, if necessary, he would take care of himself in the shower. The unusual part about this morning's problem was that he couldn't resolve it. In other words, he couldn't bring himself off. That had never happened to him since he had discover this most pleasurable pastime in his early teens. Now all he had was a raging case of blue balls tinged with a side of remorse.

Focus on the task at hand, ignore your feelings about the Captain, ignore your throbbing erection, just do your job. Ha! Like that would happen.

Thirty minutes later and Tom couldn't have said which diagnostics he had run, which he had left to do, or what any of the results were. Sighing, he looked up to find Harry waving his hand in front of him to get his attention.

"Kim to Paris. Hello? Are you in there?" He mimicked knocked in the air as if it were a door.

Tom blinked and slowly looked up at him. "Har? Sorry man, I must be in some other quadrant."

"I'll say", Harry said as he leaned in closer to Tom. "I can see what tests you're running from my station and you've run the same navigational self-diagnostic three times in the last twenty minutes."

Tom looked at his panel to verify what Harry just told him. "Damn. Thanks, Harry. I, uh, didn't get much sleep last night."

"Hot date?", Harry said with a wink and a lascivious smile, or as lascivious as the naïve Ensign could manage.

"What?", Tom squeaked in a high falsetto. "Of course, not. Why would think this had anything to do with a woman? Absolutely, not. No way. Not me."

Harry was taken aback by his normally laid-back friend's reaction. "Sorry, Tom. I don't know what I was thinking", he added sarcastically.

My, my... Harry Kim certainly had grown up in the last three and a half years. During their first year out here, he wouldn't barely even talk to me during a duty shift and here he is initiating the small talk. I also need to watch myself around him now. You could put anything past Newbie Harry, but there was something about dying and replacing yourself that seasoned a guy.

"Shouldn't you be doing your job or something, Harry?" Tom sat up straight in his seat, groaned a little at the awkward pressure this place on his groin and tried his best to look professional.

"Nah, I'm running a two hour diagnostic at my station in preparation for studying the binary pulsar. Nothing to do, but sit back and wait for it to finish. Besides, it's dead around here today. Chakotay didn't even show to duty. I heard he was in sickbay. And the Captain..."

Tom perked up at mention of Janeway, but before Harry could finish, he heard an amplified, tinny voice say, "Janeway to Paris."

Without thought he responded, "Paris here, Captain."

"Report to my ready room, Mr. Paris … please."

Shit, she wasn't late. All this time, she had been hiding out in her ready room.

"Aye, aye, Captain. I'll be right there." His spirits picked up. Maybe this was a booby call … no wait, that's not right. What was that twentieth century slang term? Oh, yeah. A booty call. That's it. One could only hope.

As an afterthought, Tom grabbed a PADD off his workstation to help hide his rather prominent … predicament and after handing off this station to his sub, headed to the Captain's ready room. God, am I ready!

\***/

All hopes of a booty call were immediately dashed as soon as the doors slid shut behind him. Actually, his hopes were mangled, ripped into tiny shreds, and then stomped on by big black boots like the one's currently on the feet of Voyager's Security Chief. Captain Janeway was standing, facing her panoramic viewport, her arms firmly clasped behind her back. However sitting on her sofa, as relaxed as a Vulcan could ever look, was newly promoted, Lieutenant Commander Tuvok. Tuvok nodded to him and Tom nervously nodded back.

The only advantage to having Tuvok in the room was that his erection actually did soften up a bit, but not entirely.

Janeway wasted no time on pleasantries.

"I've already informed Tuvok about the incident yesterday."

Oh, fuck! I'm going to be thrown in the brig for the rest of the voyage home.

She clasped her hands together more tightly and continued, "Therefore, I am placing myself under house arrest, pending proceedings for court-martial."

"What?", Tom exclaimed. "But why?"

She continued to face the window, but stiffened noticibly. "I … sexually assaulted you, Mr. Paris. My behavior was abhorrent … and illegal."

Tom strode across the room in three strides, stopping just behind her. "No you didn't! I was a willing participant, more than willing."

\***/

God, this was too hard. She thought if she didn't look at him, if she only stared out the viewport, she would be fine. Janeway had just spent an incredibly difficult half hour explaining to Tuvok each and every infraction of the regulations she had violated with Tom Paris without going into any salacious details.

After Tom left her quarters, actually, after he ran away from her quarters, last evening, she felt such contrition that it almost hinged on grief. How could she have had sexual intercourse with Tom Paris?

Good grief, Kathryn, stop quibbling over the vernacular. You fucked him - plain and simple.

And while she had to admit, it was, hands down, the best damn fuck she'd had in years.

Correct that, Kathryn! It was the only damn fuck you've had in years. So it was the best damn fuck she'd had, period.

It was hard and fast, just the way she liked it. So many of her lovers (the few she'd had) had treated her like a wilting blossom, afraid they would hurt her. Not Tom Paris. Hell, no! He'd taken as much as she'd given and then some.

She didn't understand what was going on with her. Kathryn Janeway did not randomly attack members of her senior staff for her own sexual gratification. Thinking through this logically just wasn't working, especially when he was in the same room with her. She couldn't concentrate. She couldn't focus on anything but him and how it would feel to...

Stop it, Kathryn! Don't go there, not again, and certainly not here.

However the instant he entered the room, she could sense a change in the air. It was as if she could actually smell him. Then, he was right behind. She didn't need to see his reflection in the viewport, she could feel him.

Tuvok chose that opportune moment to clear his throat and stand. "If I may, Captain?"

She nodded her ascent and he continued. "If this is, indeed, a consensual sexual relationship then, no criminal activities have occurred."

"Absolutely!", Tom put in. "It was completely consensual … very, very consensual might I add."

Janeway turned toward Tom and looked like she wanted to protest, but Tuvok continued with this exposition. "Starfleet regulations regarding fraternization are remarkably non-uniform. That stated, if a large rank difference exists between the two parties, then it is generally expected that one will (sooner, rather than later) request a transfer to another duty station. Due to our unique circumstances, this option isn't possible. In these cases, the relationship is subject to the authority of the Commanding Officer."

Janeway pinched the bridge of her nose and moved so that her desk chair was between her and Paris. Tom, for his part seemed to sway visibly as if he was being as affected by her as she by him.

"Tuvok", she implored. "We...", she vaguely waved her hand between herself and Tom, "don't have a relationship. It was a one-off." Maybe... "And even if we did have a … relationship, I am the Commanding Officer. How can I set policy just for me and my circumstances?"

"Point taken, Captain. However, this mission will take the better part of our lives. How can you deny yourself or any crewmember a chance for interpersonal gratification? There is a policy covering this as well. Starfleet states that if a serious effort is made by both parties to keep the relationship clandestine, and the relationship does not affect their professional lives, it would be improper for a Commanding Officer to make an accusation based on suspicion. Therefore, the relationship is generally allowed to continue. An ancient Terran expression applies, 'Don't Ask, Don't Tell'."

In spite of herself, Janeway had to chuckle at this. "You mean I shouldn't tell myself?"

Before further discussion could be made, the Doctor's voice echoed through the room.

"Will Captain Janeway and Lt. Paris please report to sickbay as soon as possible? The Doctor out." He sounded quite harried.

"We'll continue this discussion later, Tuvok." When I can think more clearly, like when He isn't in the same room with me. Speaking of which... "Mr. Paris", she lifted her chin in his direction, "care to join me?"

"Aye, aye, Captain", Paris responded promptly as if they hadn't just spend the last twenty minutes discussing relationships, non-relationships, Starfleet fraternization policies … and during all of this, he had the most God-awful hard-on ever.

\***/

"Mr. Tuvok, you have the bridge", Janeway commanded as she and Paris entered the turbo-lift.

They appeared the epitome of Starfleet professionalism as the lift doors slid closed.

"Tom", Janeway said an nanosecond later. "I have to know something."

"Yes, Captain?"

They both stared directly forward, eyes firmly fixed on the turbo-lift doors.

She inhaled deeply and then braced her hand on the wall as if she was dizzy.

"Captain?", Tom asked with concern as he turned toward her.

She raised her other hand to stop him. "Don't. Please stay over there."

Tom backed away and she continued nervously. "I have to know if what you said in my ready room was true. Was it really consensual? I-I mean ..."

She turned to face him directly and Tom realized that this was the first time he had had the chance to study her face all day. She looked tired. And something else, she looked … scared, like the answer to this question was of the utmost importance to her.

She squeezed her eyes tightly closed for a second before starting again. "I mean did I push you into anything?"

"What?", Tom snapped. "Of course not. What I said in there was true. Captain... May I call you Kathryn?"

She nodded eagerly. It had been so long since she had heard anyone other than Chakotay say her given name. "Of course, especially after..." She trailed off, but her tired eyes continued watching him closely.

"Kathryn, why do you think I came to your quarters? I've never felt … how do I say this? I've never felt such a need for anyone ever before. I can't eat; I can't sleep."

"Oh my, yes", she agreed wholeheartedly. "It's overwhelming, all consuming. I think about you all the time. The only time I've felt even the least bit sane the last two days was after we..."

"I'm feeling that way right now. I want you." He took a step closer to her. She didn't back away, but then again, there wasn't really anywhere to go inside a turbo-lift. "I mean right here, right now." He took another step closer.

He nearly cried out when she placed her hand on his chest to stop him. He remembered very clearly how she had made that very same gesture to protect him from Chakotay back when they had first been thrown into this damn quadrant. The heat from her hand was nearly overwhelming and it was all he could do not to close the distance between them. She was going to stop him. She was his captain and even though it would kill him, he knew he would obey her.

Her mouth lifted in that quirky half-smile which was all Janeway. "Computer, halt turbo-lift and initiate program Janeway-Two-Beta-Pi.."

TBC

Author's Notes:

Hope you like it and if you do, please review and let me know.

Other things may not happen exactly as they did in the episode, so please don't point out that A happened before B or anything like that.