I should Kill Him part 10
Tom sat on the bunk just shaking. He was cold and sweating profusely. The lights hurt and his stomach was rolling. He general felt like death. His memory was hazy. He knows where he is but not why. Though if these nightmares are any indication he will be wishing he was dead.
"What have I done?"
"That is a very good question Lieutenant Paris."
Tom looked up to see Seven of Nine hovering in her usual ram rod straight posture. Truth be told she scared the shit out of him sometimes and now was one of them. The fact that she was a drone and he knew she could snap him in half at any moment did nothing to quell those fears.
"Seven what am I doing here?"
Seven looked at him skeptically. She had not come across behavior like thins from someone. She thought she could trust him. He was someone she looked upon as a friend. That out look changed drastically. She no longer trusted him she no longer wanted to be his friend. She felt like damaging him for what he did to B'Elanna. She had grown to respect the volatile woman. She was a friend to her and Tom had hurt her.
"You don't recall the incidents that have landed you in confinement?"
Tom shook his head. He felt like vomiting.
"Hey Ensign could you lower the lights please i feel like im gonna hurl."
Seven looked over at Ensign Stovake. He looked like he wasnt paying any attention to Tom but he reluctantly dimmed the lights in his cell.
"Ensign I am sure the Captain will be in to speak with you. She will fill you in. I came by as a reluctant favor of the Doctor. He wants me to inject you with this while he studies your body's response in sickbay."
Tom looked nervous.
"You will comply. Ensign assist me."
Seven tapped her comm-badge. As Stovake walked over to the cell and lowered the field from the closer panel.
"Seven of nine to the Doctor."
"Go Ahead Seven."
"We are ready here Doctor."
"Excellent. Mister Paris please let Seven inject the serum. I am attempting to counter act the drugs effects on your system."
"whatever you say Doc."
Seven pressed the Hypospray to Tom's neck. A little harder than she needed to.
"Seven!"
"A solitary bruise pales in comparison to the pain you have afflicted Lieutenant. 'You will live.'"
"Seven please return to sickbay. Lieutenant I need you to rest now. I will be down soon to take some readings."
Seven left the brig and walked back to sickbay feeling as though helping lieutenant Paris was in someway a betrayal to B'Elanna and Captain Janeway. She would have to ask the Captain why she feels this way.
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B'Elanna and Kathryn walked down to the brig hand in hand. She could feel B'Elanna's hand shaking.
"Darling are you sure I want to do this?"
"No but I need to. I want to kick his teeth in for lying to me and hurting me hurting you and being so damn stupid. tIqDaj yeSuS 'ej 'oH je' quvHa'ghach qem ghaH je HuvHa' qorDu' vIneH!"
Kathryn's eyes widened. Her Klingon was rusty but she's was pretty sure the words tear his heart out where in there. Her grip tightened on the younger woman's hand. She had to take control or this would end very badly.
"'Lanna. Darling I'm here ok. Please remember what we talked about yesterday."
"Can you honestly tell me you don't feel like hurting him for what he did to me!"
Tears were rolling down B'Elanna's face. Her anger had gone beyond what her body could control. Kathryn took both of her hands and looked deep into the raging inferno of the young woman's face.
"Of course I do. I feel like putting my fist through his face but I can't. I have to set an example for everyone else. And believe me when I tell you its hard for me. I know you can't see it but they don't call it Irish Ire for nothing. When I first saw all those marks on you all I could think about was repeatedly hitting him hurting him in every way possible. I wanted to kill him B'Elanna. I wanted to just let you shower and beat him to death. But I couldn't. I still can't no matter how angry I am."
B'Elanna watched all the emotions play across Kathryn's face as she spoke. She zoned out a bit as if she was re-visualizing everything and it reignited the ball of rage sitting inside her. In an odd way it comforted her to know that someone like Kathryn Janeway could have these kinds of moments. Moments similar to what she goes through all the time. It was something she would cling to as they went in and faced Tom. Her Ex, her former friend, her rapist.
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Chakotay sat in the Messhall writing up reports and listening to the gossip around him. There where a lot of mumblings about Tom and B'Elanna. Mostly what Tom did to end up in the Brig again. Some really colorful stories came from the minds of the young crew members but surprising not one of them seemed to even conceive of the fact that Tom did what he actually did.
"Rape."
Harry's voice brought Chakotay out of his thoughts.
"What?"
"He raped her didn't he?"
Chakotay pulled Harry down into a chair and looked around them. No one seemed to hear him which was a blessing.
"What made you come to that conclusion Harry?"
"It's the only logical conclusion for all the secrecy and the fact that B'Elanna hasn't left the Captain's side in three days. There is no other explanation."
"Harry you need to stay out of this. I know they are both your friends and you're concerned but you are better off not knowing."
"I all ready know. I just wanna know whats going to happen to him?"
Chakotay got up from the table and looked down at Harry sternly.
"Ensign what happens to Paris is the Captains decision I am ordering you to leave it alone. Stay out of it Harry I mean it. Getting involved is not going to help anyone."
Chakotay walked out of the mess hall. Harry just stared at him. He was angry and feeling helpless. He hated not being able to help if he could.
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The doors to the brig opened causing Tom to look up. Seeing B'Elanna and the Captain walking in hand in hand confused and angered him. He stood up best he could leaning against the wall of the cell.
"Sit down Mister Paris before you collapse."
"What the hell is this?" He gestured at the women's conjoined hands.
"None of your business you son of a bitch." B'Elanna ripped into him.
If she couldn't hit him physically she would verbally.
"QaQ pagh SoH targh shit 'ay'. How could you do this to me! You lying dishonorable lousy good for nothing coward!" She began to pace around the room. She stopped back in front of the cell.
"You do know that if you weren't drugged up and I wasn't asleep you wouldn't have been able to do what you did. I would have killed you that night you know that don't you. I fucking hate you. I hope she leaves in here to fucking rot you pig. You put your hands on me then you break her Jaw and for what? For fucking drugs you worthless scum bag. That feeling of being high."
B'Elanna looked as vicious as she sounded. Kathryn felt a bit afraid of her. she knew that if the force field wasn't there Tom would be dead.
"Was it fucking worth it!"
Tom sat on his bunk shaking. They weren't nightmares. They where memories.
"You were supposed to take care of me. To love me to protect me. You RAPED me!"
Kathryn turned and looked at the Ensign on duty. He looked into her eyes. He nodded his understanding to keep his mouth shut.
"B'Elanna. . ."
"Don't talk!. Don't say another word to me. As far as I'm concerned you are dead. You don't exist. Tom Paris who?"
Tom jumped up off the bench charged at the force field. The electric shock did little to calm him.
"Sit down Mister Paris."
"Fuck you! You put these lies into her head. You fucking bitch I will kill you for this!"
B'Elanna stepped close to the force field and looked right into Tom's eyes.
"Tom sit down and shut up you idiot. You are so deluded you don't even know which end is up. When the Doctor gets the rest of that shit out of your system maybe you'll realize just how badly you Fucked up. chaq no' chalDaq qab not Dalegh'a'."
B'Elanna turned and left the Brig. Kathryn looked at the pathetic heap of a man now sitting on the floor knees hugged to his chest. She almost felt sorry for him until she remembered he did this to himself. She felt he got light into enough for one day but when he was clean she would get her turn. She walked out of the brig and looked at B'Elanna who was leaning against the wall. All the color had drained from her face.
"'Lanna?"
"I'm fine I just want to lay down. I'm very tired."
Kathryn took her hand again and pulled her off the wall. B'Elanna looked at her and smiled slightly. As she turned to head to the turbo lift she felt something was off.
"Kathryn I. . ."
Her eyes rolled and she fell backwards. Kathryn caught her before she hit the floor.
"Janeway to Transporter room 2 medical emergency. Beam Lieutenant Torres to Sickbay."