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*Title: It's mark is upon us forever
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*Author: Abby (sugaraygal@hotmail.com)
*Summary: D/7. Takes place after endgame. The Doctor moves on in his life...
*Comments: I have had this idea in my head for quite a while now and I have to get it out! I know the ending is not exactly what people want, believe me I didn't start this story thinking that it would end like this! But overall I think I have written something that is unique and bound to stay in people's heads a whole lot longer that many fan fics. Enjoy!
*Disclaimer: Paramount owns all characters and is credited for all storylines for Star Trek: Voyager. Some ideas for this story came from the star trek voyager episode "Virtuoso" and the Frasier episode from the 8th season where Daphne returns from her "spa". I can't remember the name of the episode at the moment.
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Five months had passed since the crew of Voyager returned to the Alpha quadrant. The Maquis had gone through their trials, and were pardoned. The remaining crew members of the Equinox also had been put on trial, and they too were pardoned. Seven of Nine was seen as a wonder, a borg that had reclaimed her humanity. Jean-Luc Picard personally greeted her when she arrived on Earth. The Doctor had been welcomed by Reg Barclay and Lewis Zimmerman. Starfleet Medical had offered him a position as a professor, but he politely declined. In fact, the remaining crew members were offered jobs at Starfleet and some were even offered command of a federation vessel. But oddly enough, they all declined. It seems that after seven years together in the Delta quadrant, they were reluctant to separate. So Voyager continued as a functioning vessel, with Kathryn Janeway as the Captain. Paris remained as her loyal pilot, B'Elanna her Engineer and the Doctor as the Chief Medical Officer. Seven was finally given a rank and continued on as the chief of astrometrics. Harry Kim, now Lieutenant, was still stationed at Ops. Tuvok still at tactical. Chakotay her right hand man. Never too far away from home, the USS Voyager continued it's missions...
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Captain's Log, stardate 5602.1 - We have been assigned on an ambassadorial trip to the planet of Trisus in the Cronime system. Although the Cronime system is only a 2 day trip from Earth, it has been avoided due to the fact that that the Trisians have been a pre-warp society until quite recently. Now that the Trisians have warp, we will be making first contact. I certainly hope that the Trisians are a peaceful people and are welcome to trade. Their planet is rich with minerals that would be useful to the Federation. Until we arrive there, the crew has been practicing Trisian customs... and some of them are quite strange. End log.
Captain Janeway exited her ready room and made her way to her chair in the center of the bridge. Tuvok, taking the place of Chakotay that morning, was seated next to the captain's chair, and nodded his head in acknowledgment as she sat down. "Captain"
"Hello, Tuvok. Hope you slept well." She took a sip of the coffee she held with both of her hands.
"Indeed." He turned to the console next to his chair.
Kathryn set her coffee in her lap. "How is it going with those Trisian customs? I still can't get the whole welcoming speech straight without sneaking a peek at the PADD." she smiled.
He raised his eyebrow. "I am having no problems."
Janeway's attempt at light conversation was failing. She noticed Tom shake his head as he monitored his console. She sighed and decided to try another time. She sunk into her seat. "Status"
"We are approximately 4 light years from the Cronime system. At current speed we will arrive there in 5 hours." Tuvok stated with his usual monotone voice.
"Great." the Captain said with a smirk, "There is no way I will be able to memorize that long speech and do my work"
"At least you have had the time to look at it." Said a voice behind her head and she swiveled around to see Harry talking. "I haven't had time to take a break and read it. I've been too busy."
Tom laughed and turned around in his chair. "With what Harry?" He folded his arms across his chest.
Harry looked uneasy. "Uh...work."
Tom didn't believe him. "Oh, so a date is considered work now?" Captain Janeway and a couple other members on the bridge looked from Tom then to Harry, waiting for his answer. Harry was turning a shade of red. "I, uh..."
Kathryn didn't subject him to any further torture. "That's quite all right, Harry. Take a break and study those customs." Harry Kim, thankful for the captain's interruption, nodded his head and gave his station up to crewman Taylor. As he was walking into the turbolift, she added, "I don't want you to make a fool out of yourself in front of the Trisians." Tom stifled a giggle and turned his attention back to his console.
***
Upon entering sickbay, Tom Paris sighed as he caught notice of the pile of data PADDS piled up near a console. Great, he thought, more work to do. He searched his surroundings for the Doctor. Nowhere in the main sickbay. Tom headed into the office. Wasn't there either. A slight rustling from the lab caught his attention. He peeked around the corner to see the Doctor working on an experiment and writing more data on yet another PADD. Tom shook his head. "Doc!"
The Doctor jumped at the sound of Tom's voice. He turned to look at him. "Mr. Paris, I didn't see you there."
Tom walked into the room. "Obviously" Tom looked around him. Boxes of PADDs were lined up, waiting to be processed. He groaned. "Have you been working all day on these?" He picked up an odd PADD and looked it over.
The Doctor huffed and grabbed the PADD out of Tom's hand. "Yes I have."
He threw it back in the box. "I've been extremely busy."
Tom opened his mouth to make a comment on that, but decided against it and changed the subject. "Have you been studying those Trisian customs? We are supposed to arrive within two hours."
"Not yet. I have had too much to do." The Doctor brushed past Tom and made his way to his office.
Tom turned around and stared at the Doctor. The EMH was sitting at his desk typing into his computer with his brow furrowed. Tom processed everything through his head. Doc's been working since he's been activated, he's is in a bad mood, and he hasn't even started to read about those Trisian customs. He seemed so excited yesterday when the Captain announced that we would be making first contact. Tom tilted his head. It must be one of those days... He sighed. Ever since the Doctor found out that Seven and Chakotay were getting serious about their relationship, his mood seemed to constantly change, happy one day, sad the next. Today was one of his worse days. He would become extremely moody, and use his work to try to distract his thoughts. Tom sighed again. He walked up to the Doctor's desk. "I can see right through you, you know."
The Doctor didn't look up. "I have know idea what you're talking about."
"Of course you do. You've been acting this way for the last 5 months, Doc. You didn't think that I would notice? Come on, Doc, you need to get over her."
The Doctor lifted his head. His mouth wore a heavy frown and his brown eyes were full of irritation. "You had better get to work on those PADDs, Mr. Paris."
Tom didn't budge. "You're torturing yourself, you know that!" He flung his hand outward. "Seven is not the only woman in the universe! Forget her!"
The Doctor stood up and tried to move past him, but Tom blocked his way. "I can't." He said. He lowered his head and backed up a step.
"Sure you can. You can do anything you set your mind to." Tom set his hand on the Doctor's shoulder. "Look, Doc, I'm your friend, and I can't stand to see you torment yourself like this any longer. I know that you loved Seven, but she is with someone. You should be happy for her. I want to see you happy too." He paused while the Doctor took this in. "Find someone else. I'm quite sure that there are plenty of women out there who are dying to meet someone like you."
The Doctor let out a simulated breath. "Perhaps you're right, Tom." He sat back down in his chair. "I.. I just can't believe.." he raised his hand to rub his temples. "I can't believe that I wasted 2 years pining for her and she didn't even return my affections. You saw the way she looked at me during my deathbed confession five months back. Nothing. I was her friend and mentor, I shouldn't have expected her to have feelings like that for me. I am such a fool." The last sentence came out as a whisper.
Tom pulled up a chair and sat in front of the desk, hands folded. "I can understand what you're going through."
"Funny I don't remember you ever being a hologram being in love with a Borg" The EMH mumbled sarcasticly.
Tom pretended not to notice. "You need something to pull you out of this rut. Show you the possibilities out there." Tom searched the office. He spotted a PADD with Trisian customs loaded onto it laying next to the Doc's computer and snatched it up. "This!"
Doctor stared at the object in Tom's hand and raised his eyebrow. "What?"
Tom handed the PADD over to him. "You are going to go out on Trisus and look around. See the variety of women out there. Meet someone new. You're bound to find someone who is your prefect match."
The Doctor set the PADD down. "I don't think I can."
"Don't worry", Tom said as he leaned back in his chair. He grinned cunningly. "Me and B'Elanna will help you."
*Title: It's mark is upon us forever
*Rating:
*Author: Abby (sugaraygal@hotmail.com)
*Summary: D/7. Takes place after endgame. The Doctor moves on in his life...
*Comments: I have had this idea in my head for quite a while now and I have to get it out! I know the ending is not exactly what people want, believe me I didn't start this story thinking that it would end like this! But overall I think I have written something that is unique and bound to stay in people's heads a whole lot longer that many fan fics. Enjoy!
*Disclaimer: Paramount owns all characters and is credited for all storylines for Star Trek: Voyager. Some ideas for this story came from the star trek voyager episode "Virtuoso" and the Frasier episode from the 8th season where Daphne returns from her "spa". I can't remember the name of the episode at the moment.
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Five months had passed since the crew of Voyager returned to the Alpha quadrant. The Maquis had gone through their trials, and were pardoned. The remaining crew members of the Equinox also had been put on trial, and they too were pardoned. Seven of Nine was seen as a wonder, a borg that had reclaimed her humanity. Jean-Luc Picard personally greeted her when she arrived on Earth. The Doctor had been welcomed by Reg Barclay and Lewis Zimmerman. Starfleet Medical had offered him a position as a professor, but he politely declined. In fact, the remaining crew members were offered jobs at Starfleet and some were even offered command of a federation vessel. But oddly enough, they all declined. It seems that after seven years together in the Delta quadrant, they were reluctant to separate. So Voyager continued as a functioning vessel, with Kathryn Janeway as the Captain. Paris remained as her loyal pilot, B'Elanna her Engineer and the Doctor as the Chief Medical Officer. Seven was finally given a rank and continued on as the chief of astrometrics. Harry Kim, now Lieutenant, was still stationed at Ops. Tuvok still at tactical. Chakotay her right hand man. Never too far away from home, the USS Voyager continued it's missions...
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Captain's Log, stardate 5602.1 - We have been assigned on an ambassadorial trip to the planet of Trisus in the Cronime system. Although the Cronime system is only a 2 day trip from Earth, it has been avoided due to the fact that that the Trisians have been a pre-warp society until quite recently. Now that the Trisians have warp, we will be making first contact. I certainly hope that the Trisians are a peaceful people and are welcome to trade. Their planet is rich with minerals that would be useful to the Federation. Until we arrive there, the crew has been practicing Trisian customs... and some of them are quite strange. End log.
Captain Janeway exited her ready room and made her way to her chair in the center of the bridge. Tuvok, taking the place of Chakotay that morning, was seated next to the captain's chair, and nodded his head in acknowledgment as she sat down. "Captain"
"Hello, Tuvok. Hope you slept well." She took a sip of the coffee she held with both of her hands.
"Indeed." He turned to the console next to his chair.
Kathryn set her coffee in her lap. "How is it going with those Trisian customs? I still can't get the whole welcoming speech straight without sneaking a peek at the PADD." she smiled.
He raised his eyebrow. "I am having no problems."
Janeway's attempt at light conversation was failing. She noticed Tom shake his head as he monitored his console. She sighed and decided to try another time. She sunk into her seat. "Status"
"We are approximately 4 light years from the Cronime system. At current speed we will arrive there in 5 hours." Tuvok stated with his usual monotone voice.
"Great." the Captain said with a smirk, "There is no way I will be able to memorize that long speech and do my work"
"At least you have had the time to look at it." Said a voice behind her head and she swiveled around to see Harry talking. "I haven't had time to take a break and read it. I've been too busy."
Tom laughed and turned around in his chair. "With what Harry?" He folded his arms across his chest.
Harry looked uneasy. "Uh...work."
Tom didn't believe him. "Oh, so a date is considered work now?" Captain Janeway and a couple other members on the bridge looked from Tom then to Harry, waiting for his answer. Harry was turning a shade of red. "I, uh..."
Kathryn didn't subject him to any further torture. "That's quite all right, Harry. Take a break and study those customs." Harry Kim, thankful for the captain's interruption, nodded his head and gave his station up to crewman Taylor. As he was walking into the turbolift, she added, "I don't want you to make a fool out of yourself in front of the Trisians." Tom stifled a giggle and turned his attention back to his console.
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Upon entering sickbay, Tom Paris sighed as he caught notice of the pile of data PADDS piled up near a console. Great, he thought, more work to do. He searched his surroundings for the Doctor. Nowhere in the main sickbay. Tom headed into the office. Wasn't there either. A slight rustling from the lab caught his attention. He peeked around the corner to see the Doctor working on an experiment and writing more data on yet another PADD. Tom shook his head. "Doc!"
The Doctor jumped at the sound of Tom's voice. He turned to look at him. "Mr. Paris, I didn't see you there."
Tom walked into the room. "Obviously" Tom looked around him. Boxes of PADDs were lined up, waiting to be processed. He groaned. "Have you been working all day on these?" He picked up an odd PADD and looked it over.
The Doctor huffed and grabbed the PADD out of Tom's hand. "Yes I have."
He threw it back in the box. "I've been extremely busy."
Tom opened his mouth to make a comment on that, but decided against it and changed the subject. "Have you been studying those Trisian customs? We are supposed to arrive within two hours."
"Not yet. I have had too much to do." The Doctor brushed past Tom and made his way to his office.
Tom turned around and stared at the Doctor. The EMH was sitting at his desk typing into his computer with his brow furrowed. Tom processed everything through his head. Doc's been working since he's been activated, he's is in a bad mood, and he hasn't even started to read about those Trisian customs. He seemed so excited yesterday when the Captain announced that we would be making first contact. Tom tilted his head. It must be one of those days... He sighed. Ever since the Doctor found out that Seven and Chakotay were getting serious about their relationship, his mood seemed to constantly change, happy one day, sad the next. Today was one of his worse days. He would become extremely moody, and use his work to try to distract his thoughts. Tom sighed again. He walked up to the Doctor's desk. "I can see right through you, you know."
The Doctor didn't look up. "I have know idea what you're talking about."
"Of course you do. You've been acting this way for the last 5 months, Doc. You didn't think that I would notice? Come on, Doc, you need to get over her."
The Doctor lifted his head. His mouth wore a heavy frown and his brown eyes were full of irritation. "You had better get to work on those PADDs, Mr. Paris."
Tom didn't budge. "You're torturing yourself, you know that!" He flung his hand outward. "Seven is not the only woman in the universe! Forget her!"
The Doctor stood up and tried to move past him, but Tom blocked his way. "I can't." He said. He lowered his head and backed up a step.
"Sure you can. You can do anything you set your mind to." Tom set his hand on the Doctor's shoulder. "Look, Doc, I'm your friend, and I can't stand to see you torment yourself like this any longer. I know that you loved Seven, but she is with someone. You should be happy for her. I want to see you happy too." He paused while the Doctor took this in. "Find someone else. I'm quite sure that there are plenty of women out there who are dying to meet someone like you."
The Doctor let out a simulated breath. "Perhaps you're right, Tom." He sat back down in his chair. "I.. I just can't believe.." he raised his hand to rub his temples. "I can't believe that I wasted 2 years pining for her and she didn't even return my affections. You saw the way she looked at me during my deathbed confession five months back. Nothing. I was her friend and mentor, I shouldn't have expected her to have feelings like that for me. I am such a fool." The last sentence came out as a whisper.
Tom pulled up a chair and sat in front of the desk, hands folded. "I can understand what you're going through."
"Funny I don't remember you ever being a hologram being in love with a Borg" The EMH mumbled sarcasticly.
Tom pretended not to notice. "You need something to pull you out of this rut. Show you the possibilities out there." Tom searched the office. He spotted a PADD with Trisian customs loaded onto it laying next to the Doc's computer and snatched it up. "This!"
Doctor stared at the object in Tom's hand and raised his eyebrow. "What?"
Tom handed the PADD over to him. "You are going to go out on Trisus and look around. See the variety of women out there. Meet someone new. You're bound to find someone who is your prefect match."
The Doctor set the PADD down. "I don't think I can."
"Don't worry", Tom said as he leaned back in his chair. He grinned cunningly. "Me and B'Elanna will help you."