Disclaimer; I don't own voyager, Tom Paris, Harry, Janeway etc. but the
storyline is all mine you may get ideas but it has to be completely
different, the S.E.F is all mine too. Plus Turner, knight, Davis, Madison
etc. so don't use them otherwise read and enjoy.
Rating: PG-13 to be on the safe side, but if you really wants to read it. I'm not stopping you, it's only Pg-13 cause of violence death, angst and all that stuff.
Summary; Tom Paris is not who he appears to be, he is an agent for the S.E.F (Special Elite forces) When he is sent 10 fresh new agents to train, it is a matter of time before the cover breaks, but that is not all which is on their mind.
Chapter 2 of???? A lot though but I don't know exactly. I will post as quickly as I can. Plus this may be a series so if you like it and more with the Tom is an agent tell me. Reviews, Reviews, Reviews. Get the hint?
Thanks to Zeppo V.20 and H Louise.
The depth of a lie
****************** Chapter 2: The hidden act
Chapter 2: The hidden act
"What is it?" Janeway shouted to be heard over the klaxons while running on to the bridge. She watched as the crew scrambled around busily in response to the threat posed by the ship on the view screen, as it opened fire on Voyager. She got her answer. "I take it they're not responding to hails." Janeway said, sitting down in her chair, at that moment Paris walked in and took over the helm, expertly dodging the fire from the other ship.
"Tom, try and get us out of here, now!" Janeway shouted, looking at the view screen as Tom went to warp. The rocking of the ship from enemy fire ceased. "They're not in pursuit Captain." Paris said looking at the console. "Good, well if that's all for the day I'm going back to my quarters," Janeway said, walking out of the door. "Anyone else who is not on duty may go as well." She said walking into the turbolift. The officers not on duty got up and left as well, Paris included. He wasn't tired, but every S.E.F officer knows that you should sleep when you can, because you don't know when you will get to sleep again.
Paris walked down the corridor; all he could think about was getting back to his Quarters. It was the only place where he could read and just be himself, something that most people took for granted, but it was part of the job he loved. Paris rounded the corner, heading to his Quarters, and saw her standing by his quarters, he definitely didn't want to keep up the act now, but what choice did he have.
"Hi B'Elanna," Paris said giving her a convincing peck on the cheek and a hug. "What are you doing here at this hour?" he asked. "I came to see you," B'Elanna said looking at her lover. "After the attack, I wondered if you were ok." Paris didn't want to get into this now, it was harder than most people thought to pretend to love someone, especially long term. Sometimes, if he closed his eyes, he could forget that the depth of his lies didn't matter, but he always knew deep down, they did. "Tom, are you ok," B'Elanna said, touching his face in hope of bringing him out of his thoughts. Paris flinched, and realised that she was talking to him.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I'll see you later B'Elanna." Paris said, walking into his quarters, the doors abruptly closing behind him, and then he leaned against the closed doors.
*Lying is my life* Paris thought closing his eyes hoping for some minutes of peace, which seemed to so rarely come.
****
"Hey, wake up, Knight. Wake up!" Casey whispered from the top bunk. Knight murmured and rolled onto her side. "What time is it?" Knight asked, opening her eyes.
"0400 hours," Casey said in an innocent voice. Casey was the youngest of them all, and had been signed up at eighteen. She was now only twenty and on the Alpha team, in the Delta Quadrant.
"You have got to be kidding me.goodnight!" Knight said closing her eyes to go back to sleep. "Knight, the book says if your trainer decides to do night training, for whatever reason, you must wake up in the night in order to get into the routine." Casey smiled as she read from the S.E.F regulations book.
"Good for you, now turn off that light and let me get some shut eye, please." Knight said tucking down for the second time. "Knight." Casey, said sitting all the way up.
"Goodnight, Casey!" Knight said sternly. Casey sat up and continued to read.
*I will be a great agent* Casey thought going through the book.
****
Janeway sat in the briefing room, she couldn't get over the fact that they had got away so easily yesterday. They weren't even followed, and it didn't make sense. The senior staff filed into the briefing room, followed by the ten new crewmembers.
"Did you find your quarters comfortable?" Janeway asked, showing them to their chairs. They had replicated some more this morning so that they could all sit down.
"Yes, thank you." Turner said, replying on the other nine agents' behalf.
"Good, now.you can stay on Voyager. As you are all from Starfleet, I've looked at all your files which were on the ship and have assigned you your duties, you'll all be on the day shift, so you don't have to be up all night." Janeway waited a moment, and noted that the young officers seemed to have adjusted well, considering the circumstances. "Today you must report to the Doctor to be checked over, and entered into the Voyager crew manifest." Janeway said rising from her seat. "Welcome aboard, officially."
****
"Not up all night? Somehow I get the feeling that's not going to be true." Knight snorted as she and Casey walked into the mess hall for lunch. They had started duty this morning and were on their lunch break.
It wasn't bad working on Voyager, but everyone was talking so slowly, like they didn't know anything, they thought they were ordinary Starfleet Ensigns, but they weren't, they were S.E.F agents. Well.nearly. They hadn't got their codes and ID's yet. They had to pass the training first, but they were close enough.
"Well, if you had stayed up with me last night, you might not have been complaining now," Casey smirked, she was too eager for her own good. Casey's problem wasn't intelligence, she had more than enough of that, and it definitely wasn't fitness and stamina.
No, Casey's only flaw was emotions; she let them out to easily. She probably wouldn't have got in, but they couldn't turn down someone with her talent. People like her are rare, and emotions weren't going to get in their way, they needed good agents.
That's why Knight was always with her; Knight was looking out to make sure she didn't slip up. They walked towards the table in the corner, where some of the other agents were sitting down, having their lunch break as well. They started walking towards the table when Paris or rather Tom walked in front of them with B'Elanna.
"Hey, you finding your way around the ship alright?" B'Elanna said politely, looking at the new crewmen. She dragged Tom to the table and sat down. The table was opposite the agents. They watched this man 'Tom' laugh, and joke with the crew, and stare at B'Elanna, with love in his bright, blue, orbs. If they hadn't of known it was all an act, they would of thought he really was Tom.
B'Elanna got up and left saying her good byes to Tom as she left. When B'Elanna was out of the door, Tom turned around to look at the agents, he stared them in the eye. His bright, blue, orbs were gone, and cold, blue, emotionless eyes, had taken their place. The agents knew they were no longer looking at Tom, but at Paris.
****
Paris looked at the agents on the opposite table, he had realised they had been looking at him and B'Elanna, and decided it best to give them an emotionless stare so that they knew that it was all an act and it wasn't a real relationship. About 8 years ago he was sent a bunch of fresh agents and one of them saw him kissing a woman. He went and told the S.E.F that Paris had been disregarding his mission by going into a relationship with a project.
When Paris told them it was all an act, the young agent was kicked out for not being able to tell the difference between a project relationship, and a real one. He didn't want the same to happen here. Paris got up and walked out of the mess hall, and into the corridor.
Paris wasn't a bad guy; he just wasn't Tom. People see the contrast, between him and Tom, like the agents did back there, and they immediately think that, Paris is an emotionless man who only cares about his job. But Paris knew that wasn't true, yes he is dedicated to his job as an agent for the S.E.F, but he did in his own way care for Voyager's crew, he didn't want them to get hurt. He wasn't emotionless he had emotions, it was just that he just didn't show them. Any good agent knows what can happen if real emotions show.
****
"He's good." Turner said, half to himself and half to the other agents on the table.
"He's very good!" Knight said, looking at Turner with a bewildered look on her face.
"What do you think he is really like?" Casey asked, with excitement on her face.
"Well, we'll find out tonight won't we?" Turner said looking at Casey.
"I think it'll take a bit longer than a night to figure Paris out." Knight said, shaking her head.
She had never met anyone like Paris before, some one who could act out a completely different personality to his or her own. Ever since Knight was a small girl, she had been different, not like the other boys and girls. For one, she never cried. In her entire life she didn't remember crying.
Her parents told her that after she was one year old, she never cried again. It was something she didn't do, and definitely didn't want to start. She thought she was the only one, but now she knew, she belonged in the S.E.F.
****
A distant sound rung in her ears, a sound, which seemed so close, but was just unreachable. "It is 0100 hours, it is 0100 hours, it is 0100 hours." the wake up call said in its usual lifeless voice.
"It is 0.." The wake up call started again, but was cut off.
" I get the picture, stop wake up call!" Casey said annoyed. She jumped off the top bunk and walked into the lounge area. She was slightly surprised to see Knight already up and dressed.
"Hi Casey, you going to get ready?" Knight asked in a flat voice.
"Yeah, I'll go now!" Casey said, walking into the bathroom to get ready.
Knight sat with a cup of coffee in her hands, and a padd in the other. On the padd was a picture of Paris standing, for the photo; under the picture were his details.
He fascinated her, not in a romantic way, but she felt like she needed to figure him out.
Commander Thomas Eugene Paris. Top clearance, major expertise. Code name: Alpha001.
*How do I figure him out, if I can't even figure out myself? * Knight thought glaring at the screen. *But I will figure you out Paris, I promise. *
****
Paris walked down the corridor towards the holodeck. Luckily nobody was around at this time, so it was easier to get to the holodeck without being seen. But it wasn't himself that he was worried about. The agents were young and if they were caught. Well, he didn't want to think about that; all he was hoping for was that they had got there on time and without being noticed.
Paris reached the holodeck, and saw 10 faces staring at him. The first thing he noticed, was that even though to an average person, they looked completely serious, with no emotion showing on their faces, he could see the fear in, all but one of their eyes. He would look into that later. But why were they scared? He wasn't that bad.
"Good, you are all on time for your first training session," Paris said, opening the holodeck program he needed. The doors opened and they walked into a building, which resembled a gym, and it was huge. Paris led them over to the mats in the middle of the room. They stood in a line looking at Paris, waiting for orders.
"The first thing a good agent must learn is hand-to-hand combat." Paris said, looking at each one of the agents, "No doubt you have learned basics in the academy, but here you will learn the more advanced levels." Paris walked closer to them as he spoke.
"Different teachers have taught you, so you are all at different levels. I am going to fight each of you, then put you into one of three groups: basic, intermediate and advanced. It does not matter which group your in, by the time we are done, you will all be more than advanced." Paris said, preparing to fight with Davis.
Davis managed to block the first three moves but was knocked over and pinned with a kick. Davis lay on the floor; Paris didn't even seem effected by the fight. Paris put out his arm and helped him up. "Well done Davis. Intermediate." Paris said clearly. He expected all of them to be basic, but it looked like they were doing well.
Paris walked over to the next agent and began the same process. Six more agents were fought, and they did well. Madison was intermediate, Matthews was basic, Levis was basic, Morris was intermediate, Sharp was basic and Wright was basic. There were only three agents left Turner, Knight and Casey.
Paris walked up to Turner and started to fight, he managed to dodge moves and nearly got Paris, even though he didn't know. Paris ended the fight and helped him up.
"Well done Turner. Advanced." Tom said with a small smile on his face. Turner walked back, with a smile on his own face.
Paris walked over to Knight; she looked him in the eye, no fear at all. The fight lasted nearly as long as Turner's did. "Well done Knight. Advanced." He said helping her up off the floor. She walked over to Turner. The last and youngest agent was Casey, Paris didn't expect much, he was wrong.
She lasted longer than Turner and nearly got him three times. "Very well done Casey! Advanced." She smiled and went over to the others. " That was good, now fight each person in your group, and then work on your weaknesses. I will be coming around to go over each of your weak points with you." Paris started to walk around. He knew that they were each going to become great agents.
*Hopefully they will beat the odds and all survive. * Paris thought walking to the first group. *Hopefully. *
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Next chapter will be out very soon, hopefully early next week, even tomorrow if I have time that is. If you read this REVIEW IT I want to now what people think. So review ok.
Rating: PG-13 to be on the safe side, but if you really wants to read it. I'm not stopping you, it's only Pg-13 cause of violence death, angst and all that stuff.
Summary; Tom Paris is not who he appears to be, he is an agent for the S.E.F (Special Elite forces) When he is sent 10 fresh new agents to train, it is a matter of time before the cover breaks, but that is not all which is on their mind.
Chapter 2 of???? A lot though but I don't know exactly. I will post as quickly as I can. Plus this may be a series so if you like it and more with the Tom is an agent tell me. Reviews, Reviews, Reviews. Get the hint?
Thanks to Zeppo V.20 and H Louise.
The depth of a lie
****************** Chapter 2: The hidden act
Chapter 2: The hidden act
"What is it?" Janeway shouted to be heard over the klaxons while running on to the bridge. She watched as the crew scrambled around busily in response to the threat posed by the ship on the view screen, as it opened fire on Voyager. She got her answer. "I take it they're not responding to hails." Janeway said, sitting down in her chair, at that moment Paris walked in and took over the helm, expertly dodging the fire from the other ship.
"Tom, try and get us out of here, now!" Janeway shouted, looking at the view screen as Tom went to warp. The rocking of the ship from enemy fire ceased. "They're not in pursuit Captain." Paris said looking at the console. "Good, well if that's all for the day I'm going back to my quarters," Janeway said, walking out of the door. "Anyone else who is not on duty may go as well." She said walking into the turbolift. The officers not on duty got up and left as well, Paris included. He wasn't tired, but every S.E.F officer knows that you should sleep when you can, because you don't know when you will get to sleep again.
Paris walked down the corridor; all he could think about was getting back to his Quarters. It was the only place where he could read and just be himself, something that most people took for granted, but it was part of the job he loved. Paris rounded the corner, heading to his Quarters, and saw her standing by his quarters, he definitely didn't want to keep up the act now, but what choice did he have.
"Hi B'Elanna," Paris said giving her a convincing peck on the cheek and a hug. "What are you doing here at this hour?" he asked. "I came to see you," B'Elanna said looking at her lover. "After the attack, I wondered if you were ok." Paris didn't want to get into this now, it was harder than most people thought to pretend to love someone, especially long term. Sometimes, if he closed his eyes, he could forget that the depth of his lies didn't matter, but he always knew deep down, they did. "Tom, are you ok," B'Elanna said, touching his face in hope of bringing him out of his thoughts. Paris flinched, and realised that she was talking to him.
"Yeah, I'm fine, I'll see you later B'Elanna." Paris said, walking into his quarters, the doors abruptly closing behind him, and then he leaned against the closed doors.
*Lying is my life* Paris thought closing his eyes hoping for some minutes of peace, which seemed to so rarely come.
****
"Hey, wake up, Knight. Wake up!" Casey whispered from the top bunk. Knight murmured and rolled onto her side. "What time is it?" Knight asked, opening her eyes.
"0400 hours," Casey said in an innocent voice. Casey was the youngest of them all, and had been signed up at eighteen. She was now only twenty and on the Alpha team, in the Delta Quadrant.
"You have got to be kidding me.goodnight!" Knight said closing her eyes to go back to sleep. "Knight, the book says if your trainer decides to do night training, for whatever reason, you must wake up in the night in order to get into the routine." Casey smiled as she read from the S.E.F regulations book.
"Good for you, now turn off that light and let me get some shut eye, please." Knight said tucking down for the second time. "Knight." Casey, said sitting all the way up.
"Goodnight, Casey!" Knight said sternly. Casey sat up and continued to read.
*I will be a great agent* Casey thought going through the book.
****
Janeway sat in the briefing room, she couldn't get over the fact that they had got away so easily yesterday. They weren't even followed, and it didn't make sense. The senior staff filed into the briefing room, followed by the ten new crewmembers.
"Did you find your quarters comfortable?" Janeway asked, showing them to their chairs. They had replicated some more this morning so that they could all sit down.
"Yes, thank you." Turner said, replying on the other nine agents' behalf.
"Good, now.you can stay on Voyager. As you are all from Starfleet, I've looked at all your files which were on the ship and have assigned you your duties, you'll all be on the day shift, so you don't have to be up all night." Janeway waited a moment, and noted that the young officers seemed to have adjusted well, considering the circumstances. "Today you must report to the Doctor to be checked over, and entered into the Voyager crew manifest." Janeway said rising from her seat. "Welcome aboard, officially."
****
"Not up all night? Somehow I get the feeling that's not going to be true." Knight snorted as she and Casey walked into the mess hall for lunch. They had started duty this morning and were on their lunch break.
It wasn't bad working on Voyager, but everyone was talking so slowly, like they didn't know anything, they thought they were ordinary Starfleet Ensigns, but they weren't, they were S.E.F agents. Well.nearly. They hadn't got their codes and ID's yet. They had to pass the training first, but they were close enough.
"Well, if you had stayed up with me last night, you might not have been complaining now," Casey smirked, she was too eager for her own good. Casey's problem wasn't intelligence, she had more than enough of that, and it definitely wasn't fitness and stamina.
No, Casey's only flaw was emotions; she let them out to easily. She probably wouldn't have got in, but they couldn't turn down someone with her talent. People like her are rare, and emotions weren't going to get in their way, they needed good agents.
That's why Knight was always with her; Knight was looking out to make sure she didn't slip up. They walked towards the table in the corner, where some of the other agents were sitting down, having their lunch break as well. They started walking towards the table when Paris or rather Tom walked in front of them with B'Elanna.
"Hey, you finding your way around the ship alright?" B'Elanna said politely, looking at the new crewmen. She dragged Tom to the table and sat down. The table was opposite the agents. They watched this man 'Tom' laugh, and joke with the crew, and stare at B'Elanna, with love in his bright, blue, orbs. If they hadn't of known it was all an act, they would of thought he really was Tom.
B'Elanna got up and left saying her good byes to Tom as she left. When B'Elanna was out of the door, Tom turned around to look at the agents, he stared them in the eye. His bright, blue, orbs were gone, and cold, blue, emotionless eyes, had taken their place. The agents knew they were no longer looking at Tom, but at Paris.
****
Paris looked at the agents on the opposite table, he had realised they had been looking at him and B'Elanna, and decided it best to give them an emotionless stare so that they knew that it was all an act and it wasn't a real relationship. About 8 years ago he was sent a bunch of fresh agents and one of them saw him kissing a woman. He went and told the S.E.F that Paris had been disregarding his mission by going into a relationship with a project.
When Paris told them it was all an act, the young agent was kicked out for not being able to tell the difference between a project relationship, and a real one. He didn't want the same to happen here. Paris got up and walked out of the mess hall, and into the corridor.
Paris wasn't a bad guy; he just wasn't Tom. People see the contrast, between him and Tom, like the agents did back there, and they immediately think that, Paris is an emotionless man who only cares about his job. But Paris knew that wasn't true, yes he is dedicated to his job as an agent for the S.E.F, but he did in his own way care for Voyager's crew, he didn't want them to get hurt. He wasn't emotionless he had emotions, it was just that he just didn't show them. Any good agent knows what can happen if real emotions show.
****
"He's good." Turner said, half to himself and half to the other agents on the table.
"He's very good!" Knight said, looking at Turner with a bewildered look on her face.
"What do you think he is really like?" Casey asked, with excitement on her face.
"Well, we'll find out tonight won't we?" Turner said looking at Casey.
"I think it'll take a bit longer than a night to figure Paris out." Knight said, shaking her head.
She had never met anyone like Paris before, some one who could act out a completely different personality to his or her own. Ever since Knight was a small girl, she had been different, not like the other boys and girls. For one, she never cried. In her entire life she didn't remember crying.
Her parents told her that after she was one year old, she never cried again. It was something she didn't do, and definitely didn't want to start. She thought she was the only one, but now she knew, she belonged in the S.E.F.
****
A distant sound rung in her ears, a sound, which seemed so close, but was just unreachable. "It is 0100 hours, it is 0100 hours, it is 0100 hours." the wake up call said in its usual lifeless voice.
"It is 0.." The wake up call started again, but was cut off.
" I get the picture, stop wake up call!" Casey said annoyed. She jumped off the top bunk and walked into the lounge area. She was slightly surprised to see Knight already up and dressed.
"Hi Casey, you going to get ready?" Knight asked in a flat voice.
"Yeah, I'll go now!" Casey said, walking into the bathroom to get ready.
Knight sat with a cup of coffee in her hands, and a padd in the other. On the padd was a picture of Paris standing, for the photo; under the picture were his details.
He fascinated her, not in a romantic way, but she felt like she needed to figure him out.
Commander Thomas Eugene Paris. Top clearance, major expertise. Code name: Alpha001.
*How do I figure him out, if I can't even figure out myself? * Knight thought glaring at the screen. *But I will figure you out Paris, I promise. *
****
Paris walked down the corridor towards the holodeck. Luckily nobody was around at this time, so it was easier to get to the holodeck without being seen. But it wasn't himself that he was worried about. The agents were young and if they were caught. Well, he didn't want to think about that; all he was hoping for was that they had got there on time and without being noticed.
Paris reached the holodeck, and saw 10 faces staring at him. The first thing he noticed, was that even though to an average person, they looked completely serious, with no emotion showing on their faces, he could see the fear in, all but one of their eyes. He would look into that later. But why were they scared? He wasn't that bad.
"Good, you are all on time for your first training session," Paris said, opening the holodeck program he needed. The doors opened and they walked into a building, which resembled a gym, and it was huge. Paris led them over to the mats in the middle of the room. They stood in a line looking at Paris, waiting for orders.
"The first thing a good agent must learn is hand-to-hand combat." Paris said, looking at each one of the agents, "No doubt you have learned basics in the academy, but here you will learn the more advanced levels." Paris walked closer to them as he spoke.
"Different teachers have taught you, so you are all at different levels. I am going to fight each of you, then put you into one of three groups: basic, intermediate and advanced. It does not matter which group your in, by the time we are done, you will all be more than advanced." Paris said, preparing to fight with Davis.
Davis managed to block the first three moves but was knocked over and pinned with a kick. Davis lay on the floor; Paris didn't even seem effected by the fight. Paris put out his arm and helped him up. "Well done Davis. Intermediate." Paris said clearly. He expected all of them to be basic, but it looked like they were doing well.
Paris walked over to the next agent and began the same process. Six more agents were fought, and they did well. Madison was intermediate, Matthews was basic, Levis was basic, Morris was intermediate, Sharp was basic and Wright was basic. There were only three agents left Turner, Knight and Casey.
Paris walked up to Turner and started to fight, he managed to dodge moves and nearly got Paris, even though he didn't know. Paris ended the fight and helped him up.
"Well done Turner. Advanced." Tom said with a small smile on his face. Turner walked back, with a smile on his own face.
Paris walked over to Knight; she looked him in the eye, no fear at all. The fight lasted nearly as long as Turner's did. "Well done Knight. Advanced." He said helping her up off the floor. She walked over to Turner. The last and youngest agent was Casey, Paris didn't expect much, he was wrong.
She lasted longer than Turner and nearly got him three times. "Very well done Casey! Advanced." She smiled and went over to the others. " That was good, now fight each person in your group, and then work on your weaknesses. I will be coming around to go over each of your weak points with you." Paris started to walk around. He knew that they were each going to become great agents.
*Hopefully they will beat the odds and all survive. * Paris thought walking to the first group. *Hopefully. *
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Next chapter will be out very soon, hopefully early next week, even tomorrow if I have time that is. If you read this REVIEW IT I want to now what people think. So review ok.