Disclaimer: Star trek voyager belongs to paramount. It does not belong to me, however, the air does not belong to me and I still breathe it.

Yeah that's right, I've borrowed loads of stuff. I now confess everything, the silver pen that wipes people's memories- I got that off 'men in black', the joke: 'cruising for a bruising' yeah, I nicked that off some TV program (can't remember which), 'farm boy' that was probably off the simpsons, but it's so funny.

The word 'Chapter' I borrowed that from the dictionary. I used Microsoft word to write this story. The English language belongs to some dude many thousands of years ago that got very bored. Any spelling mistakes belong to me though. The whole idea of a mutant was probably from the cartoon X-men, that used to be one of my favourites until they killed off J.G (let's not get into that), but the adaptation from the idea came from DS9 and Dr Bashir (I can't spell!).

Anything else? No, I don't think so, but feel free to point out anything that I might have missed off, it may be that something influenced my writing and I haven't spotted it.

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Warning: this chapter contains the word 'fuckwit', so if you do not wish to read the word 'fuckwit' then I advise that when you see the word 'fuckwit' you close your eyes. Enjoy the chapter.

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(If the following makes no sense please read the reviews). LOL Raven Sage: new shoes! that was a good one.

And now, the story:

Chapter 14: If the world was made of matchsticks-

(Two months later, I think)

"I can't believe that you talked me into this," said Tad hitting his head on the ceiling again. Keeping his head low he crawled along one of the tunnels which lay around the facility.

"Shut up!" Felicity muttered to Tad who was crawling noisily behind herself.

They turned another corner, and Felicity stopped dead. "What's wrong?" Tad whispered.

"I can feel a breeze," she turned back, "we must be near an air vent."

"Which means what?" Tad had never been good at putting together hints of information.

"Which means were almost there," Felicity crawled a little further down the tunnel. Tad followed hitting his elbows and knees as he crawled.

Moments later Felicity stopped again, she had been right, and was working on how to open up the air vent cover. Finally it came lose and they both clambered out of the small tunnel and into a corridor. Quickly the cover was replaced, and they made their ways down the corridor.

Felicity got out a triquarder, "this way," she said, walking on ahead.

Two security officers walked up the corridor and stopped Tad and Felicity in their tracks. "Excuse me," one of the men said, "this is a restricted area, please state your business here."

Felicity looked round at Tad, and then back at the security officers, "excuse me gentlemen," she gave them each a piercing glare, "who the hell are you? And what are you doing in a restricted area," turning to her brother she said quite loudly, "oh, someone's going to pay for this!"

The security officers faced each other, "we're doing a security check, we've been told to make sure that no unauthorised personal are to be on this level, there's been a security breach."

"I'm well aware that there's been a security breech," Felicity lied, "who gave you this order?"

"General Philips," one of the men stated.

"Could you take me to the general please," Felicity put on a false politeness, and made sure that they knew that it was false.

"And who are you?" the more confident of the two men asked again.

"Agent I'm gonna kick your arse if don't take me to the general now, and this is agent he's gonna kick your arse as well. Are you getting an idea?"

The two security officers exchanged a brief glance, "you're agents?" one asked.

"We're also getting pissed off, what are your names, I think the general would be quite interested to know who shouldn't be promoted at the end of this month."

Finally the officers gave in, and led them down the corridor. They stopped outside a door. "Thank you," Felicity smiled dryly at them, "you may go," she instructed.

Exchanging a final look, they left Tad and Felicity by the door. "They could have shot you," Tad whispered once they had gone.

"But they didn't," Felicity was quick to point out. She pressed a button by the side of the door, "come in," said a voice from inside.

Tad and Felicity entered the office. A small and skinny man sat behind a desk, he looked up at them both, "who the hell are you?" he asked.

"We're the security breach," Felicity explained, before lifting a phaser and knocking the man out.

"How do you know that's the right one?" Tad asked, walking over to where the man had collapsed in his chair.

"That's why you're here," Felicity said, handing him a triquarder, "I need you to tell me if his DNA matches the DNA of Paul that's on record."

Tad took the triquarder and examined the man in front of him. After a few seconds he confirmed "yeah this is the fuckwit," handing the triquarder back to his sister. "How are you planning on getting him out of here?"

"Oh please," she said, "the only reason that I haven't been kicked out of the academy already is because I'm incredible resourceful, do you really think that I came here without a plan?"

"Fine!"

From a back pocket Felicity removed a silver pen-like object, Tad glared at her, "you're not planning on using that are you?"

"I'll set it up to temporarily wipe his memory, he'll get it back after a few days. Revive him," she instructed Tad.

Lifting a hyprospray to Paul's neck he revived him, but before he could say anything, there was a red flash and he was in a hypnotic state. "Your name is General Philips, you're a really nice guy," Felicity began to tell him, "all you want to do is get out of this building, this is agent Sutton," she pointed to Tad, "and I am agent Crompton, you will take us with you."

Paul blinked, "Agents," he said to both of them, "let's get out of here."

Tad rolled his eyes as the man who had moments ago been quite capable of ordering both of them killed, got up from his desk and made his way towards the door.

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Kathryn sat in her office going through report after report. That morning she had already attended three briefings, and she was trying to prepare herself for another two. To intensify matters she had just had a call from Alex saying that Paul had walked into Starfleet intelligence quite willingly that morning with Felicity and Tad. So now she would have to go through those reports, and probably have to attend interrogations until the end of the month.

There was a knock at the door, without looking up from her padd she said "come in."

"Hey," she looked up and smiled at hearing Chakotay's voice, he was carrying a bouquet of flowers, and was dressed in civilian clothes.

She got up from her seat at the desk and walked over to greet him. Holding the bouquet in one hand he put his free arm around her waist and brushed his lips against hers. "I brought you some flowers," he said pulling away.

Grinning she took the flowers from him, and went to the replicator to replicate a vase. "Thank you, they're wonderful," she said, "what's the occasion?"

"Do I have to have a reason to bring you flowers?" he said sitting down on her large leather chair, swivelling it round to face her direction, "I decided to be spontaneous."

She smiled, "I like spontaneous. But I do have a lot of work to get through."

"You can spare an hour for lunch."

"I'm sorry," she moved towards where he was sitting, "I've got to attend a briefing in half an hour."

Kathryn sat down on Chakotay's lap, and put an arm across his shoulders. "When did you last eat?" he enquired. She muttered something inaudible, "so not for ages," he guessed.

She nodded, "I was planning on getting a quick bite to eat before the briefing," she defended her eating patterns, something she very rarely found herself doing with any one other than Chakotay.

"Half an hour," he echoed before kissing her neck, "that's ages," he dismissed, and proceeded to undo her jacket.

Laughing she put a hand on his, "not in my office."

Chakotay dropped his hand and rested it on her thigh, "dinner?" he tried again.

She sighed, "I'm having dinner with Felicity and Tad tonight, but I'm sure they wouldn't mind if you came," she ran her fingers through his hair.

"Okay," he said, "if you're sure that they won't mind."

She shock her head. "I've got something that I wanted to talk to you about before then," Kathryn got up from his lap, and walked over to a coffee table by a Starfleet issue couch. She picked up a pad that lay on the top and walked back over to him with it. Reading it to make sure that it was the right one, she handed it over the desk to him.

"What is it?" he asked, looking briefly at the heading.

"It's a decision that I have to make," she explained, perching herself on the end of her desk. "I didn't want to leave you out of this decision."

Reading a little further, "I don't understand," he looked up.

"When I found out I was pregnant with your child on Voyager, I couldn't bring myself to destroy our child, so I had the embryo put into status. The doctor contacted me a couple of days ago through this letter, saying that if the embryo is not re-implanted within the next four months then it will die."

Chakotay crossed his arms, placing the padd on the desk. "What do you want me to do about it?" his voice a little harsher than he had meant it to sound, but he was still very touchy about the topic of New Earth and what five minutes ago he thought had been an abortion.

"So you don't care what happens?" Kathryn's tone on the edge of an argument.

He shrugged tiredly, "you've made all of the decisions about our relationship so far Kathryn, why should this one be any different?" he didn't mean it to sound the way it came out, but there was some truth behind the words, and they both realised it.

"You mean suppressing your memories?" she said bitterly, "oh yeah, I really enjoyed that decision." She walked away from the desk and over to the window, where she looked out at the city below.

She heard him get up and move over to her. He slipped his arms around her middle, and looked at the people moving busily along the streets below them. "We'd make terrible parents any way," she resigned, "I'm always busy with work."

"I'm not," he interrupted.

"We constantly argue."

"And always make up."

"Look at the mess I made with my last two children."

"A doctor that qualified a year early, and a cadet who's already one of Starfleet's greatest pilots. What a disappointment," he joked softly.

"I can't cook."

"You're learning."

"You don't know the first thing about raising children."

"You do. I can learn. And besides, I've been the commander to one of the most difficult captains in Starfleet, and helped to bring a crew of 147 home from the delta quadrant in seven years. How hard can a child be?"

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End of story.