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A/N: Special thanks to Ronda Sexton for the pick-up line!


Five minutes. That's how much longer she was going to stick around before gathering the rest of her away team and getting off this trading station. If they didn't need to restock their food sources and power supplies then she would have already left the minute Zatyra started getting so…friendly.

Zatyra was the equivalent to a second-in-command on this station and according to him, didn't usually bother himself with visiting strangers. That was for the lower ranks as far as he was concerned, but apparently he had taken one look at the captain of Voyager and made it his top priority to get them, and her, whatever they needed. Of course as far as he was concerned what she needed was him.

For the past hour he had been following her around the large space station offering no useful help. He simply stood and watched as she bartered with individual sellers and then made arrangements which was supposed to be his job. At one point she thought the Doctor, who had come down to inspect their medical supplies, was going to cause a scene when Zatyra had insinuated that as captain, she was just a representative who's only function was to trade intimate relations with alien authorities, in other words him, for supplies.

Before she could respond to that he had then reached out one of his lumpy hands towards her butt. She didn't have time to break his fingers because it was taking all her attention just to keep Chakotay, who had stepped over as soon as he saw Zatyra's hand moving towards her, and the Doctor from doing something that would get them thrown in prison.

After that almost incident she had sent both Chakotay and the Doctor to keep looking around for more supplies while she checked in with Tuvok who was manning the bridge of Voyager. Unfortunately he had reported that all was progressing normally and was therefore no reason for her to return to the ship. She'd made a mental note to have a talk with him about the subtle clues she'd been trying to send. Of course, she had the sneaking suspicion that he had in fact noticed them, but choose to ignore it. Humorless vulcan her ass.

She had then spent ten minutes checking in with B'Elanna, Seven, and Neelix who were on the other side of the station and pointedly ignoring Zatyra. However, now that she was finished checking in with everyone she could possibly check up on she had nothing to distract her from the persistent and aggravating man still following her around.

Taking a deep breath she turned to find him sitting on a large, metallic like box and practically eating her with his eyes. That was a mental imagine she didn't need! Especially sense Zatrya probably could literally eat.

At first glance he appeared to resemble any other humanoid, but then he grinned, like he was currently doing, and it became obvious he had a few differences from other races she'd ran into over the past few years. When he talked you could just make out a set of very pointed teeth, but it was when he grinned that you got the full impact. His race had 142 extremely sharp tipped teeth that glistened with a pristine whiteness and just behind those ominous looking teeth lay two tongues; one of which was spiked like a snake's at the end. Whenever he went to speak that jagged tongue would slip between his teeth and almost slither out of his mouth.

Therefore thinking about him 'eating her alive' really wasn't too far fetched….and also slightly disturbing. Not that she'd give him the satisfaction of letting it show. It was, however, taking all her restraint not to yank that tongue of his mouth and wrap it around his throat! Maybe that would get him to finally leave her alone.

"You know, Kathryn, there's this nice little restaurant on the west side of the complex that I think you'd enjoy. And afterwards we could relax in my rooms that are just down the way from that same restaurant." He offered, flashing her those sharp teethe and pointed tongue.

'Just down the way'? How convenient. And just how many women did he convince to visit that restaurant and later take a tour of his bedroom? If they were anything like her, probably none.

"Kathryn?" He asked with an edge of impatient to his voice.

Oh, right, an answer. Not like he shouldn't already know her answer by now. "No, thank you. I'm not hungry and I still have business to take care of." She responded then turned to head move back towards the numerous trade posts set up.

She heard him laugh as if he thought she was joking about having things to do, which made her jaw clench shut in annoyance. One solid punch and she could probably break everyone of those damn teethe….

She wondered around the stands for a few more minutes, Zatrya still following close behind, and occasionally stopping to talk with locals. After an interesting conversation with a spare parts dealer she turned to leave, only to come face to face with Zatrya who was suddenly invading her personal space even more then he usually was.

In fact, she was sure he was standing so close that he could feel her breathing and his left hand was far too close to her hip for her liking. "What has 142 teeth and holds back the answer to all your fantasies?" He immediately asked before she could take a step back.

She just knew she wasn't going to like the answer to his little riddle so she narrowed her eyes in warning and crossed her arms over her chest.

"My mouth." He whispered smoothly with a smirk while leaning in closer to her.

Really? That was the best he could come up with. She didn't even bother to stop herself from rolling her eyes. "You know what can blast a hole through a rock and is always at my side?" She asked and leaned in a bit, looking him straight in the eye. "My phaser."

Zatrya's grin faltered a bit, but didn't completely leave his face…yet. She could fix that though. "Would you like a demonstration?" She asked innocently, but with an almost sadistic smirk as she glanced down his body.

Zatrya immediately took a step back, no trace of a smile or that infernal smirk, and he suddenly seemed a bit paler then he was a few seconds ago. Huh, imagine that. It seemed men of his race were as protective of their anatomy as human males were.

"If you'll excuse me, Zatrya, I have some more negotiating to do and really don't have time to waste on unessential conversation." She explained, attempting to sound polite, but not bothering to wait for an answer. Instead she simple walked away, leaving Zatrya standing in her wake as he stared after her.


A/N: So, how'd you like this little chapter? If you have any suggestions or pick-up ideas just let me now!