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Chapter 10
Q was sitting in Janeway's chair in her quarters when the captain returned from eating in the mess hall. "Tommy isn't too damaged I trust."
Janeway leaned over her desk to face the Continuum member. "Lieutenant Paris is expected to make a full recovery. That doesn't absolve your son or excuse his actions Q"
Q raised his hands in surrender. "I'm not here to argue with you Kathy. I will find a suitable punishment for Junior. Right now I have to convince him to talk to me. However, I need your help. I am at a stalemate with my son so I concluded that he might respond to your influence."
"I don't know that I will be of much help, but I will do what I can," Janeway promised."
Q's face appeared to brighten. "Good. The lad will listen to you if he'll listen to anyone. I'll attempt to find Junior and come back to get you."
"I wish you luck Q. What does the rest of the Continuum think of what your son has done?" Janeway asked, concerned that the Continuum might get involved.
"They're not happy about Junior's meddling and now, with Tommy Boy getting hurt; they might decide to punish the lad on their own," Q replied, showing more than a little concern. Not wishing to discuss the matter further he vanished before Janeway could reply.
The captain sat down in the chair left vacant by Q and began going over the work schedules. She was thankful for something to get her mind off of the Q2 problem.
****
When the Doctor attempted to remove the silver bracelet from Paris' arm the lieutenant became hostile. Paris pulled at his restraints so violently that the Doctor and Torres backed away, hoping the helmsman would settle down. To their dismay, Paris continued his struggle. There was nothing they could do short of giving Paris a tranquilizer, which the Doctor had briefly considered. The EMH decided it would be too risky to Paris' health to give him a tranquilizer while the other drug was still in his system.
The fight to free himself wore on Tom Paris. He began to feel tired and eventually gave in and passed out. B'Elanna Torres took the opportunity to get a bite to eat from the mess hall and return. She was thankful that her husband was given the respite from his paranoia.
Unfortunately for Paris his rest was short-lived; the Flash saw to that. Torres had no sooner sat down by her husband's bedside when Tom Paris moaned softly and opened his eyes.
"Welcome back Tom," Torres greeted as she set down her bowl of soup.
Paris blinked several times before smiling at Torres. "It's sure is good to be back. I wasn't sure this was real."
"Oh I'm real Tom," Torres replied as planted a lingering kiss on his lips.
Paris reluctantly pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath. "Not that I don't believe you B'Elanna but I'd just like a little more proof."
The EMH cleared his throat before the couple got too carried away. "Lieutenant Torres I think Lieutenant Paris has exerted himself enough for today."
"Of course Doctor. Tom, how would you like some soup? I just brought it back from the replicator." Torres said before giving her husband a last peck on the cheek.
"Sounds good," Paris said eagerly. "Would you mind undoing these restraints first?"
Torres fought the anger inside her having to give the answer she was about to give her husband. "I'm sorry Tom but we already went through this. Your behavior was too violent."
Paris looked confused then frustrated. "I guess I forgot. These painkillers are really making me feel loopy. I feel better though. Would you mind untying me now?"
"Let me check with the Doctor first," Torres said as she turned to walk over to the EMH.
Paris grabbed Torres' arm, pulled her towards him and wrapped his other arm around her neck.
The Doctor heard the commotion, tapped his com link and called for security. Paris had gained superhuman strength from the Flash and managed to break one of his arm restraints. The lieutenant had unfastened the other arm restrained with his free hand.
"Tell security to stay away or she'll get it!" Paris demanded
Torres couldn't believe what she had just heard. While she knew it was the drug talking, B'Elanna Torres couldn't help but feel a certain amount of fear. Torres found herself believing her husband would deliberately harm her. "Tom, please. It's me, B'Elanna. I'm your wife. Don't you remember?"
"You may be my wife, but that doesn't mean I trust you. I don't trust any of you!" Paris shouted. "Call off Security Doctor."
The Doctor reluctantly complied. He relied on his psychological programming and began to try to calm down the helmsman. "Alright, I've told Security to stand down. Now let go of Lieutenant Torres."
"I don't think so. Remember, I don't trust you," Paris reminded. He then backed towards the doorway, keeping Torres between him and the Doctor.
Paris took Torres with him as he made his way towards the Delta Flyer. Janeway had Paris' movements monitored by the security cameras. Paris was so high now that had forgotten about cameras until he was already in the turbo lift. Paris looked up at the camera and grabbed Torres' phaser. He fired one blast at each of the two cameras, disabling them.
Torres had stopped trying to reason with Paris; he was beyond reason at this point. Torres tried to bide her time until she could formulate a plan to stop her husband.
Janeway had expected the cameras to be disabled and guessed where the helmsman would head. The captain met up with Seven of Nine in the corridor. "Lieutenant Paris wants to get off of Voyager. We better cut off his route to the shuttle bay."
"Aye Captain. Do you think Lieutenant Torres is in any real danger?" Seven of Nine asked.
"The lieutenant is high on a strong drug. Right now I wouldn't put anything past him," Janeway answered.
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Chapter 10
Q was sitting in Janeway's chair in her quarters when the captain returned from eating in the mess hall. "Tommy isn't too damaged I trust."
Janeway leaned over her desk to face the Continuum member. "Lieutenant Paris is expected to make a full recovery. That doesn't absolve your son or excuse his actions Q"
Q raised his hands in surrender. "I'm not here to argue with you Kathy. I will find a suitable punishment for Junior. Right now I have to convince him to talk to me. However, I need your help. I am at a stalemate with my son so I concluded that he might respond to your influence."
"I don't know that I will be of much help, but I will do what I can," Janeway promised."
Q's face appeared to brighten. "Good. The lad will listen to you if he'll listen to anyone. I'll attempt to find Junior and come back to get you."
"I wish you luck Q. What does the rest of the Continuum think of what your son has done?" Janeway asked, concerned that the Continuum might get involved.
"They're not happy about Junior's meddling and now, with Tommy Boy getting hurt; they might decide to punish the lad on their own," Q replied, showing more than a little concern. Not wishing to discuss the matter further he vanished before Janeway could reply.
The captain sat down in the chair left vacant by Q and began going over the work schedules. She was thankful for something to get her mind off of the Q2 problem.
****
When the Doctor attempted to remove the silver bracelet from Paris' arm the lieutenant became hostile. Paris pulled at his restraints so violently that the Doctor and Torres backed away, hoping the helmsman would settle down. To their dismay, Paris continued his struggle. There was nothing they could do short of giving Paris a tranquilizer, which the Doctor had briefly considered. The EMH decided it would be too risky to Paris' health to give him a tranquilizer while the other drug was still in his system.
The fight to free himself wore on Tom Paris. He began to feel tired and eventually gave in and passed out. B'Elanna Torres took the opportunity to get a bite to eat from the mess hall and return. She was thankful that her husband was given the respite from his paranoia.
Unfortunately for Paris his rest was short-lived; the Flash saw to that. Torres had no sooner sat down by her husband's bedside when Tom Paris moaned softly and opened his eyes.
"Welcome back Tom," Torres greeted as she set down her bowl of soup.
Paris blinked several times before smiling at Torres. "It's sure is good to be back. I wasn't sure this was real."
"Oh I'm real Tom," Torres replied as planted a lingering kiss on his lips.
Paris reluctantly pulled away from the kiss to catch his breath. "Not that I don't believe you B'Elanna but I'd just like a little more proof."
The EMH cleared his throat before the couple got too carried away. "Lieutenant Torres I think Lieutenant Paris has exerted himself enough for today."
"Of course Doctor. Tom, how would you like some soup? I just brought it back from the replicator." Torres said before giving her husband a last peck on the cheek.
"Sounds good," Paris said eagerly. "Would you mind undoing these restraints first?"
Torres fought the anger inside her having to give the answer she was about to give her husband. "I'm sorry Tom but we already went through this. Your behavior was too violent."
Paris looked confused then frustrated. "I guess I forgot. These painkillers are really making me feel loopy. I feel better though. Would you mind untying me now?"
"Let me check with the Doctor first," Torres said as she turned to walk over to the EMH.
Paris grabbed Torres' arm, pulled her towards him and wrapped his other arm around her neck.
The Doctor heard the commotion, tapped his com link and called for security. Paris had gained superhuman strength from the Flash and managed to break one of his arm restraints. The lieutenant had unfastened the other arm restrained with his free hand.
"Tell security to stay away or she'll get it!" Paris demanded
Torres couldn't believe what she had just heard. While she knew it was the drug talking, B'Elanna Torres couldn't help but feel a certain amount of fear. Torres found herself believing her husband would deliberately harm her. "Tom, please. It's me, B'Elanna. I'm your wife. Don't you remember?"
"You may be my wife, but that doesn't mean I trust you. I don't trust any of you!" Paris shouted. "Call off Security Doctor."
The Doctor reluctantly complied. He relied on his psychological programming and began to try to calm down the helmsman. "Alright, I've told Security to stand down. Now let go of Lieutenant Torres."
"I don't think so. Remember, I don't trust you," Paris reminded. He then backed towards the doorway, keeping Torres between him and the Doctor.
Paris took Torres with him as he made his way towards the Delta Flyer. Janeway had Paris' movements monitored by the security cameras. Paris was so high now that had forgotten about cameras until he was already in the turbo lift. Paris looked up at the camera and grabbed Torres' phaser. He fired one blast at each of the two cameras, disabling them.
Torres had stopped trying to reason with Paris; he was beyond reason at this point. Torres tried to bide her time until she could formulate a plan to stop her husband.
Janeway had expected the cameras to be disabled and guessed where the helmsman would head. The captain met up with Seven of Nine in the corridor. "Lieutenant Paris wants to get off of Voyager. We better cut off his route to the shuttle bay."
"Aye Captain. Do you think Lieutenant Torres is in any real danger?" Seven of Nine asked.
"The lieutenant is high on a strong drug. Right now I wouldn't put anything past him," Janeway answered.