Delta of Voyager
rev. 2/08
Two's Too Few!
M: Sexual Situations, Adult Themes Parody of Slash. Major J/C stuff and angst.
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Six weeks earlier, Voyager had encountered the aliens. T-H-E aliens, who altered their lives beyond belief.
The crew and the C'ar'nolee were having what appeared to be a rather civil First Contact when their guest lost all visible interest in their discussion about accelerometer relays and inverse harmonics. Then who could blame them? No one could stay awake during technobabble. No one.
"So, let me get this right, uh, Captain Janeway is it?" started the Minister of C'ar'nolee.
She nodded to the effusive Minister, not knowing where the gangly telepath's question was going.
"You have been isolated from your kind and stranded in this region of space on this tiny ship for many of your time cycles and you have never even initiated a mating and pleasure ritual with this creature you call your First Officer?"
Chakotay choked on his faux-champagne, which had erupted painfully into his nasal passages.
Janeway blanched slightly then turned her palms up to the towering alien. "Minster, we prefer to…"
"Follow a set of arcane rules and regulations that squelch any natural and normal progression of lovemaking and pleasure seeking between your crew members."
"I think you…"
"Misunderstand the complexities of your culture?"
"Well, perhaps you…"
"Should mind my own business and adhere to your Prime Directive and not in any way attempt to interfere with your mores and laws and the 'natural' development of your culture."
A tittering of something quite like laughter issued from the other aliens at the gathering. A general pall dominoed throughout the room as the Voyager crew realized the conversation that was taking place between the Minister and their Captain. All heads turned to the Captain and the Minister, like sunflowers tracking the path of the sun.
"Captain, I think you should know we simply LIVE to interfere with other cultures, especially ones like yours that have gone so far astray!"
"Here, here!" chimed his second. "Your lifestyle is unacceptable to the C'ar'nolee and we aim to change that tonight!"
"Now, these two," the Minister pointed at B'Elanna and Tom, "they certainly know exactly what their anatomies are used for!"
B'Elanna's pretty, dark eyes widened so taken aback she left her usual quick temper in the dust.
Tom managed an indignant frown."Sir, with all due respect…" he began.
"The little lady is quite a Grenes'stell beast! Very nice, indeed!" he approved. "That is as it should be for all of you!"
He wiggled what passed for his eyebrows at Tom. "You are a lucky man! However, haven't you both wondered what it would be like to compliment your lovemaking with the addition of say, Mr. Chakotay or Mr. Kim? Or even better, perhaps both!"
It was Harry's turn to choke, wondering how he had been dragged into this.
The comments hit home with all concerned. The crew realized they only entertained such notions in their most private thoughts and only in thoughts so primal that they barely acknowledged those impulses themselves.
B'Elanna recalled an alien who tricked her into thinking he was Chakotay. Before that encounter, she had never realized the extent of her attraction to her former Captain and old friend.
Tom had always been drawn to Harry as a friend. He also mused about Chakotay. He would be a challenge. The two of them were such Alpha dogs and it would be an interesting struggle.
Chakotay had spent a lot of time trying to squelch his deep love for Kathryn. Every time he thought he had it licked, every time he tried to put it aside like a school-boy crush, she was there. Her image haunted his dreams on too many nights. The more he tried to put her out of his mind, the more she was there.
Janeway's feelings for her crew had been kept in strict bondage to her Starfleet professionalism. She even admitted to herself that she once loved Chakotay but thought it was "inappropriate" "inadvisable" and several "ins" of many flavors. Somehow, she forced herself to believe that a relationship with Chakotay would keep them all from returning home. Love Chakotay would mean to accept defeat. Ridiculous as this notion was she clung to it. It helped her steel herself against her love for the man who was once an outlaw and an enemy.
She was even a bit annoyed to find that others found him attractive as well, as if she could put him in a compartment like a toy and take him out only when she was good and ready.
The Minister's frank public revelation of all of these repressed impulses, loves, wants, and desires left the crew speechless. Their secret selves were revealed to all."
"Yes, Tom, you are particularly fond of Mr. Kim and you spend lots of time with him."
"I..ah.." Tom shuddered wilting under a glance from his half-Klingon spouse.
"Of course, you AND your passionate wife have always been curious about your strapping First Officer. He is quite the challenge, isn't he? He has a strong will, soft touch. Yes, just the fact that he is your superior in the chain of command makes him intriguing.
"And, this lovely thing, an ex-Borg you say. She can only engage your Mr. Chakotay in a photonic environment as a hollow hologram! Not the real man? Oh, it just isn't healthy at all!" The Minister chuckled, pleased as punch at his own pun. "'Hollow hologram'! Did you get that Blathor?"
"Good one, Sire!" praised Blathor, raising a tentacle reminiscent of an upturned thumb. "I'm looking forward to tonight's encounter, Sire!"
Seven looked uncomfortable at the revelation of her holo-trysts to the real Chakotay but she always looked uncomfortable in social settings. It was difficult to say what was more unsettling to her at the moment.
Chakotay's face had altered from smooth brown to mottled brick red at the turn of the conversation. He struggled to keep his composure.
"Now see here!" The Doctor attempted in righteous indignation. "Humans all have private sides but they are indeed PRIVATE. Simply being a telepath does not give you permission to reveal whatever…you…feel…like…What is it?"
The Doctor stared back at the alien who circled around and scrutinized him.
"What?"
The Minister stepped back a moment but only because he was having trouble reading the EMH. It took him a moment then something very much like a knowing grin overtook his carapace.
"Ah! Fascinating! This creature is an extremely complex outgrowth of your photonic technology. I see that you, Doctor have even developed the need to have fantasy lovers, including strong feelings for the exquisite Borg female."
"I think we've heard enough for tonight." Janeway leveled at the alien, her fists planted on her slender hips. "I must ask you to leave my ship."
Everything that happened after that conversation was a blur. Chakotay experienced a night of unbridled passion such as he never had before and never imagined.
It began with his Kathryn. He struggled to recall every detail despite the mental fuzz. She was magnificent in every way and it was plain to him that she returned his ardor. The pair had spent so much time in the past repressing what they truly felt for each other. Their encounter felt like a river of pure water rushing over parched desert. They laughed and cried and rejoiced. And blossomed under each other's care.Had this union been the only result of the intervention of their libidinous benefactors, it would have been a blessing to both Kathryn and Chakotay. Unfortunately, or fortunately for some, that is not where it ended.
tbc...