*Title: It's mark is upon us forever Part 2/?
*Rating:PG
*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.
*** (Previously on "It's Mark is upon us forever" LOL)
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."
*** (And now Part Two)
The first thing Captain Janeway noticed when she and the senior
officers were beamed down to Trisus was the smell. It wasn't a bad
smell, in fact it smelled quite lovely. Raspberry with a hint of mint
and... lilac, yes that's it, Janeway mused. She stepped forward and
took in the scene. A group of Trisians stood in front of her,
surrounded by what seemed was a garden. The only thing that made them
look any different than Humans were ridges on the nose, some on the
jawline, and, Janeway noted, hauntingly beautiful purple eyes which
seemed to glow. One of the women, dressed in a outfit of ornately
decorated sheer fabric, stepped forward. "Welcome Captain Janeway,
and welcome members of the starship Voyager. I am Shrisa" She bowed
her head slightly.
O.K. here we go, Janeway thought. She motioned to the others behind
her with a sweep of her hand and they all knelt down on the ground at
the Shrisa's feet. They all began in unison. "The all-knowing goddess
Chatranna has brought us from our home of far away. We have arrived
safely in her hands and now we kneel at your doorstep..."
The group of Trisians looked back and forth to one another. One
shrugged her shoulders. One of the men mouthed to Shrisa to get the
Captain's attention. She nodded and covered her mouth, attempting not
to laugh. She squatted and looked down on the Captain. "Captain
Janeway."
The group continued to chant. "...fertility and humbleness blessed
our home and the same we wish on yours..."
"Captain Janeway!" she yelled.
The chant stopped abruptly. Kathryn looked up and pushed a lock of
hair out of her face. "Yes?"
Shrisa laughed with a smile on her face. "I believe you have been
misinformed." she said. "You see, we haven't practiced the
traditional welcoming speech in about 200 years. I think ambassador
Prosta must have sent you some over-exaggerated information about our
customs. He has a sense of humor." A couple of Trisians behind her
let out some giggles.
The Senior officers got up and brushed off the dust from their
uniforms. Most of them had embarrassed looks on their faces, except
for Tuvok and Seven of course. Harry took a chance to lean over to
Tom Paris. "Good." Harry whispered to Tom, "I didn't memorize the end
of the speech anyway." B'Elanna overheard him and gave him a light
punch in the arm.
"Won't you please follow us into the main hallway." Shrisa said as
she and the other Trisians began moving toward a large white
building. The Senior officers followed, with giggling Trisians
leading the way.
***
"There's no point in bringing me out here, Tom. " The Doctor
said as he walked alongside the pilot. A civilian rushed past him and
he unconciously patted his arm to make sure the portable emitter was
still there.
"Sure there is, Doc. You've had your head in a hole. Come on, breathe
the fresh air." Tom lifted up his hands and waved them around as if
to indicate the air surrounding them.
The Doctor sniffed slighty and turned up his lip. "I have no need to
breathe. And besides, this market smells quite strange."
Tom put his arms down. "Well, I guess it's just a matter of taste."
Just then a shout came from behind them. "Tom, wait up!" The two men
turned around to see B'Elanna coming toward them fast. She reached
them, and kneeled over, panting. She caught her breath and stood up
to peck Tom on the cheek. "Sorry, I had to drop Miral off with Sam
Wildman and send a list of materials the Federation is requesting to
Ambassador Prosta." She glanced in the Doctor's direction. "Did I
miss anything?"
Tom let out a snort. "Hardly. He hasn't even come out of his shell
yet. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's behaving as sweetly
as the day he was first activated."
"I heard that" came the EMH's reply behind him.
B'Elanna gave Tom a sympathetic look. They both turned around and
continued walking. The Doctor picked up his pace and followed along
side them.
"So where are we going?" B'Elanna asked.
"Well, we were heading toward this open marketplace. Supposedly they
sell the best fabric in the entire sector there." Tom answered.
"Aah" B'Elanna lifted up her chin. "Perfect place to meet someone."
The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Like I've been saying, I don't need you
two to find a date for me. I am perfectly capable of finding one on
my own. Not that I want one..."
"Nonsense." B'Elanna looked at him. "It is so obvious you need one.
Your bedside manner has been terrible lately." The Doctor lifted his
eyebrow. "You're begging for some attention, Doctor."
The Doctor huffed. "I can handle myself. It's not like I can't deal
with my own problems. I'm not a child."
Tom piped up. "Well Doc, you are technically 8 years old." he
chuckled.
"A splendidly mature and intelligent 8 year old." The Doctor added
bitterly.
Presently they came into a square filled with vendors. Stands were
filled with fabric. Others were filled with jewelry, and even some
stands sold makeup. Tom looked around. There wasn't any stand that
sold pottery or paintings or any other little trinkets. Tom scratched
his head. "Hey? Where's the household decor? All I see here is
clothing."
The Doctor spoke up. "According to the PADD you were supposed to
read, Trisians believe in the beautification of their bodies. It's an
art for them. They don't adorn their homes with any type of
decorations in order to draw more attention toward themselves."
"I see" Tom said half-heartedly as he searched through the crowd to
find somewhere suitable to drop the Doc off. In the back corner he
could make out a doorway and a sign reading what could only
say "Cantina". Perfect, he thought. "Hey Doc! A Cantina! Care to go
in and experience Trisian people first-hand?" He leaned past B'Elanna
to look the Doctor square in the eye.
"No Thank You. I'd rather stay out here."
"Come on! I'm sure there are plenty of interesting..." at this point
he coughed. "Interesting women for you to meet." He lightly elbowed
B'Elanna in the ribs. "Isn't that right B'El?"
B'Elanna caught on. "Right! Yes, a bar is always a great place to
meet women. Why don't you go on in and take a peek?" She nodded her
head wildly.
"Most of the women I dated came out of a bar." Tom added. This time
B'Elanna elbowed Tom. Hard.
The Doctor stared at the two with an amused expression. He could tell
they were really trying adamantly to convince him that this was what
was best for him. At least I know they care for me. He took in their
cheesy smiles. They must if they are willing to make themselves look
like idiots like this. He sighed. Oh well, the least I could do is
humor them. The Doctor straightened his posture. "Fine. If you care
that much I'll go."
"Great!" they said in unison.
"But don't expect me to go falling in love with the first woman I run
into!" He waved his index finger at them. He started off in the
direction of the cantina.
Tom leaned down close to B'Elanna. "Don't worry. We won't. With that
attitude it will be hours before a woman actually goes near him."
***
The Doctor stepped into the doorway of the Cantina and looked around.
Small tables were arranged around the open floor. Trisians of all
ages were sitting, talking to each other and sipping cool drinks
which looked like fruit juice. Finding an open space at the bar, he
made his way over at sat down. A bartender came up. "Is there
anything I can get for you?"
The Doctor grimaced. "No thank you. I'm not thirsty"
The bartender nodded his head and walked away. The Doctor sat,
looking at the other people in the cantina. They seemed to enjoy the
things they were drinking. The Doctor sighed inwardly. I wish I could
share some with them. But I'm a hologram, I can't drink. If only I
could experience taste and the sensations that go along with new
experiences. Like the time I uploaded into Seven's cortical node....
He mentally kicked himself. Stop that! If you ever want to get over
her you need to stop thinking about her! Stop! He put his head down
on the bar. Stop it! He attempted to calm himself down. Ok, Ok, fine.
This was a mistake. I shouldn't have let Tom drag me into this. I
should have deactivated my program and not let Tom access it. I'll
just leave... No, wait. I can't just go out there and tell Tom I
didn't even look. He's going out of his way to help me. I'll just sit
here, come out a little bit later and say I met a couple people. Yes,
that's it, but they weren't my type. He smiled bitterly. All I have
to do is sit here and wait. He drummed his fingers, contented with
the plan he had set up. Yep just sit here and watch everyone else in
here have fun but me....
He was starting down a path of dismal thoughts when a voice behind
him abruptly interrupted them.
"Excuse me..."
***
*Rating:PG
*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.
*** (Previously on "It's Mark is upon us forever" LOL)
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."
*** (And now Part Two)
The first thing Captain Janeway noticed when she and the senior
officers were beamed down to Trisus was the smell. It wasn't a bad
smell, in fact it smelled quite lovely. Raspberry with a hint of mint
and... lilac, yes that's it, Janeway mused. She stepped forward and
took in the scene. A group of Trisians stood in front of her,
surrounded by what seemed was a garden. The only thing that made them
look any different than Humans were ridges on the nose, some on the
jawline, and, Janeway noted, hauntingly beautiful purple eyes which
seemed to glow. One of the women, dressed in a outfit of ornately
decorated sheer fabric, stepped forward. "Welcome Captain Janeway,
and welcome members of the starship Voyager. I am Shrisa" She bowed
her head slightly.
O.K. here we go, Janeway thought. She motioned to the others behind
her with a sweep of her hand and they all knelt down on the ground at
the Shrisa's feet. They all began in unison. "The all-knowing goddess
Chatranna has brought us from our home of far away. We have arrived
safely in her hands and now we kneel at your doorstep..."
The group of Trisians looked back and forth to one another. One
shrugged her shoulders. One of the men mouthed to Shrisa to get the
Captain's attention. She nodded and covered her mouth, attempting not
to laugh. She squatted and looked down on the Captain. "Captain
Janeway."
The group continued to chant. "...fertility and humbleness blessed
our home and the same we wish on yours..."
"Captain Janeway!" she yelled.
The chant stopped abruptly. Kathryn looked up and pushed a lock of
hair out of her face. "Yes?"
Shrisa laughed with a smile on her face. "I believe you have been
misinformed." she said. "You see, we haven't practiced the
traditional welcoming speech in about 200 years. I think ambassador
Prosta must have sent you some over-exaggerated information about our
customs. He has a sense of humor." A couple of Trisians behind her
let out some giggles.
The Senior officers got up and brushed off the dust from their
uniforms. Most of them had embarrassed looks on their faces, except
for Tuvok and Seven of course. Harry took a chance to lean over to
Tom Paris. "Good." Harry whispered to Tom, "I didn't memorize the end
of the speech anyway." B'Elanna overheard him and gave him a light
punch in the arm.
"Won't you please follow us into the main hallway." Shrisa said as
she and the other Trisians began moving toward a large white
building. The Senior officers followed, with giggling Trisians
leading the way.
***
"There's no point in bringing me out here, Tom. " The Doctor
said as he walked alongside the pilot. A civilian rushed past him and
he unconciously patted his arm to make sure the portable emitter was
still there.
"Sure there is, Doc. You've had your head in a hole. Come on, breathe
the fresh air." Tom lifted up his hands and waved them around as if
to indicate the air surrounding them.
The Doctor sniffed slighty and turned up his lip. "I have no need to
breathe. And besides, this market smells quite strange."
Tom put his arms down. "Well, I guess it's just a matter of taste."
Just then a shout came from behind them. "Tom, wait up!" The two men
turned around to see B'Elanna coming toward them fast. She reached
them, and kneeled over, panting. She caught her breath and stood up
to peck Tom on the cheek. "Sorry, I had to drop Miral off with Sam
Wildman and send a list of materials the Federation is requesting to
Ambassador Prosta." She glanced in the Doctor's direction. "Did I
miss anything?"
Tom let out a snort. "Hardly. He hasn't even come out of his shell
yet. If I didn't know any better, I'd say he's behaving as sweetly
as the day he was first activated."
"I heard that" came the EMH's reply behind him.
B'Elanna gave Tom a sympathetic look. They both turned around and
continued walking. The Doctor picked up his pace and followed along
side them.
"So where are we going?" B'Elanna asked.
"Well, we were heading toward this open marketplace. Supposedly they
sell the best fabric in the entire sector there." Tom answered.
"Aah" B'Elanna lifted up her chin. "Perfect place to meet someone."
The Doctor rolled his eyes. "Like I've been saying, I don't need you
two to find a date for me. I am perfectly capable of finding one on
my own. Not that I want one..."
"Nonsense." B'Elanna looked at him. "It is so obvious you need one.
Your bedside manner has been terrible lately." The Doctor lifted his
eyebrow. "You're begging for some attention, Doctor."
The Doctor huffed. "I can handle myself. It's not like I can't deal
with my own problems. I'm not a child."
Tom piped up. "Well Doc, you are technically 8 years old." he
chuckled.
"A splendidly mature and intelligent 8 year old." The Doctor added
bitterly.
Presently they came into a square filled with vendors. Stands were
filled with fabric. Others were filled with jewelry, and even some
stands sold makeup. Tom looked around. There wasn't any stand that
sold pottery or paintings or any other little trinkets. Tom scratched
his head. "Hey? Where's the household decor? All I see here is
clothing."
The Doctor spoke up. "According to the PADD you were supposed to
read, Trisians believe in the beautification of their bodies. It's an
art for them. They don't adorn their homes with any type of
decorations in order to draw more attention toward themselves."
"I see" Tom said half-heartedly as he searched through the crowd to
find somewhere suitable to drop the Doc off. In the back corner he
could make out a doorway and a sign reading what could only
say "Cantina". Perfect, he thought. "Hey Doc! A Cantina! Care to go
in and experience Trisian people first-hand?" He leaned past B'Elanna
to look the Doctor square in the eye.
"No Thank You. I'd rather stay out here."
"Come on! I'm sure there are plenty of interesting..." at this point
he coughed. "Interesting women for you to meet." He lightly elbowed
B'Elanna in the ribs. "Isn't that right B'El?"
B'Elanna caught on. "Right! Yes, a bar is always a great place to
meet women. Why don't you go on in and take a peek?" She nodded her
head wildly.
"Most of the women I dated came out of a bar." Tom added. This time
B'Elanna elbowed Tom. Hard.
The Doctor stared at the two with an amused expression. He could tell
they were really trying adamantly to convince him that this was what
was best for him. At least I know they care for me. He took in their
cheesy smiles. They must if they are willing to make themselves look
like idiots like this. He sighed. Oh well, the least I could do is
humor them. The Doctor straightened his posture. "Fine. If you care
that much I'll go."
"Great!" they said in unison.
"But don't expect me to go falling in love with the first woman I run
into!" He waved his index finger at them. He started off in the
direction of the cantina.
Tom leaned down close to B'Elanna. "Don't worry. We won't. With that
attitude it will be hours before a woman actually goes near him."
***
The Doctor stepped into the doorway of the Cantina and looked around.
Small tables were arranged around the open floor. Trisians of all
ages were sitting, talking to each other and sipping cool drinks
which looked like fruit juice. Finding an open space at the bar, he
made his way over at sat down. A bartender came up. "Is there
anything I can get for you?"
The Doctor grimaced. "No thank you. I'm not thirsty"
The bartender nodded his head and walked away. The Doctor sat,
looking at the other people in the cantina. They seemed to enjoy the
things they were drinking. The Doctor sighed inwardly. I wish I could
share some with them. But I'm a hologram, I can't drink. If only I
could experience taste and the sensations that go along with new
experiences. Like the time I uploaded into Seven's cortical node....
He mentally kicked himself. Stop that! If you ever want to get over
her you need to stop thinking about her! Stop! He put his head down
on the bar. Stop it! He attempted to calm himself down. Ok, Ok, fine.
This was a mistake. I shouldn't have let Tom drag me into this. I
should have deactivated my program and not let Tom access it. I'll
just leave... No, wait. I can't just go out there and tell Tom I
didn't even look. He's going out of his way to help me. I'll just sit
here, come out a little bit later and say I met a couple people. Yes,
that's it, but they weren't my type. He smiled bitterly. All I have
to do is sit here and wait. He drummed his fingers, contented with
the plan he had set up. Yep just sit here and watch everyone else in
here have fun but me....
He was starting down a path of dismal thoughts when a voice behind
him abruptly interrupted them.
"Excuse me..."
***