Chapter Two

Harry found himself in somebody's quarters. His, he presumed. Or rather, the character's.

Being on Voyager was a bit of a surprise. Maybe this was another training routine by Tuvok. "This had better be good," he said under his breath. "But not as exciting as the last one."

He looked down to find a P.A.D.D. in his hand. A to-do list was displayed on the screen. Pretty boring stuff.

Training exercise on Holodeck Two

Fix the replicators in Neelix's kitchen

Report to the shuttle bay for an away mission

Maintenance work on gel packs in jerries tubes

Report to Lt. Torres for special assignment

"Computer," Harry asked, "Are all tasks to be accomplished today?"

"No. One will be sufficient."

That's what he'd thought. Still, he was baffled as to the point of this holonovel. The away mission would surely provide some excitement, but a growl from his stomach convinced him that Neelix might be the best option. Too bad he'd skipped lunch again. An empty stomach always ruined a holodeck experience.

Harry made his way purposefully to the galley, fully expecting to be intercepted by a crew member or stopped by some emergency. Nothing happened. The journey was entirely uneventful.

"Hello, Neelix, I'm here to fix your replicators," he announced when he found the Talaxian bent over a steaming and foul smelling broth.

"Ensign! How nice of you to help," Neelix replied jovially. He caught hold of Harry's arm and tugged him to the pot. "While you're here, do you mind giving this a taste? It's a new recipe."

Harry grimaced, but his stomach made a sound of protest. "Okay." He held his breath as Neelix brought a spoon to his mouth. Surprisingly, the smell was deceiving. The broth was earthy, a little bland, but good. "The texture is a little…gritty," he offered in way of suggestion.

"I know. That's why I need the replicators so desperately. Just the right amount to kniffish sap would bring everything together."

Harry gave a half smile. "I'll see what I can do."


It didn't take long to have everything in order. Just a little tinkering.

Neelix was thrilled.

"You're a miracle worker, Ensign," he grinned. "You really are."

"Just doing my job, Neelix."

"No one's better. And to show my gratitude, I'll let you have the last of the pastries I made the other night."

Harry accepted the food and sat down to eat it. This program didn't make any sense. Nothing had happened. Absolutely nothing out of the ordinary. Nothing interesting. Maybe it was Tuvok's doing after all. Some boring meditation exercise.

But then why was it so…mysterious?

"Janeway to Neelix."

"I'm here, Captain."

"I find myself in desperate need of some coffee. Your strongest brew."

"Right away, Captain."

"Send it to my ready room."

"Yes, Captain."

"Janeway out."

"Ensign," Neelix called from the kitchen, "Will you take this up to the Captain? I can't leave this broth alone."

"Of course Neelix," Harry agreed, standing immediately to go retrieve the mug of coffee.

"You'd better take the pot too. Never know how much the Captain will want," Neelix advised, handing it all to Harry.

Harry made the trip quickly to the bridge, wondering if something was finally going to happen. He had the brief shock of seeing a duplicate of himself sitting at his station, but shrugged it off. In this holonovel, he wasn't Ensign Kim. He was just a random crew member.

Janeway was visibly agitated when Harry entered the ready room.

"About time," she said sharply, taking the coffee off his hands.

She downed the mug in one go and poured another.

"Er, is there something wrong, Captain?" Harry asked.

Janeway swiped a stray hair from her face and turned to face him. At first, her brow was furrowed in annoyance and her hands were planted on her hips. Her eyes swept quickly from Harry's toes to head. Her countenance changed. Softened. She relaxed one arm and shifted her weight to one foot, leaning somewhat toward Harry.

"Yes, Ensign, there is," she answered. Her voice was lower, softer. She took a step in his direction.

"Can I help in any way?" he asked, slightly concerned.

Janeway took another step so she was close enough to lay a hand on Harry's shoulder. "I have an itch," she said, looking him straight in the eye. "And you'd be doing me a hell of a favor if you'd scratch it for me."

Something in her eyes made Harry feel distinctly uncomfortable. Seriously. What kind of holonovel was this?

"Uh," he stammered. "Sure. Just tell me where it is."

Instead of answering, Janeway lowered her hand to cup his manhood through his trousers.

"Captain?" he practically squeaked

"You'll be needing this," she whispered huskily in response.

Harry's body reacted immediately, but his mind reeled away. He was half a second from commanding the computer to stop the program, but the Captain covered his mouth with hers.

Though he felt extremely guilty, Harry let the scene unfold. No one would have to know about it. And hologram or not, the Captain was incredibly hot right then.

Her hand continued encouraging his steadily growing erection until her other hand zipped down his fly and freed his engorged member. She then guided one of his hands to her zipper, urging him to undress her as well. He acquiesced without any ado. As he slid her pants down, he let himself explore her body a bit. A smooth, well rounded ass. Muscled thighs. And dripping wet.

Feeling her arousal on his fingers awoke a desperate need to be inside her.

He guided her to a couch and pushed her down without breaking contact with her mouth. She helped him remove her pants from around her ankles before wrapping her legs around his waist. He let her pull him down so she could rub her center against his groin. They both groaned into each other's mouth.

Harry broke the kiss to catch his breath. He reached down to stroke her folds. "So this is where that itch is," he asked, shivering a little in anticipation.

"Yes," Janeway breathed, "Do it!"

Never one to disobey orders, Harry guided his cock to her entrance. He pressed against her juices but didn't slide in.

"Now, Ensign," the Captain growled.

And he thrust home. Janeway emitted a squeal of satisfaction and began grinding her hips against his.

A rhythm was quickly found, and it didn't take long for them both to come to a shuddering climax.

Janeway let herself relax fully on the couch, eyes closed. "That will do, Ensign," she said softly.

Harry pulled out with a small pop. It was clear the situation was at an end. He barely had time to redress before the image vanished and the holodeck walls were clearly visible.

What in the hell had just happened? Who would ever make a holodeck program like this and leave it on the public domain? But, holy shit. Harry had to admit that this was the best holonovel he'd ever been in.

Tomorrow he'd have to see where the other options lead.