Feeding The Fury Chapter 6, a startrek: voyager fanfic

Disclaimer: Star Trek: Voyager and all characters therein are the property of Americans who are not me. No infringement of copyright is intended.

This story is set approximately around Season 3-4, but no particular spoilers other than this happens before Thirty Days. Rating M/15 for mature themes. Thanks to Star Trek Voyager: Lower Decks for all factual/technical information pertaining to the layout of the USS Voyager, and Star Trek: Technobabble for the correct spelling of "Jefferies Tube".

FEEDING THE FURY

Chapter 6

"That's it!" Harry gripped Tom's upper arm with undue firmness and began to pull him along.

"What? Where are we going?"

"Sick Bay!"

"Why? What's wrong?"

Harry stopped abruptly. "You tell me. For the past week you've been away with the fairies! I have to ask you the simplest questions twice; two days ago Buster Kincaid was brutally murdered by Chaotica because Captain Proton forgot to show up in time to save his faithful sidekick –"

"I said sorry!"

"That's not my point." Harry chided him. "People are starting to notice that you're distracted. On the Bridge you're the very model of decorum and we're all bored stiff by it. It's got to the point where Chakotay is deliberately trying to get a rise out of you just to get a reaction and the Captain's worried enough to sit there and let him."

"That's ridiculous."

"No, it's not." Harry contradicted. "You're body's present and correct but your brain is AWOL. B'Elanna says it's like talking to a ghost and you haven't tried to grab a quick grope in engineering for a week. She's starting to get paranoid that you've found someone else."

Wouldn't that be the biter bit? Tom momentarily shut out Harry's scolding prattle by concentrating his focus on a familiar image before his Mind's Eye, a fantasy of him killing Chakotay. At once he was infused with sweet rage, an almost distilled fury.

Tom knew what to do now, and more importantly, how to do it. It was time to stop planning and take action. He cut off Harry's diatribe, "Harry, I'm fine. I'm not going to Sick Bay. Everything will be all right, you'll see."

Harry sighed and looked mutinous, but when push came to shove, he mostly gave ground to Tom's wishes, and this was no different. Muttering under his breath, he accompanied his friend and before long Tom had chivvied him into a good mood.

Continued in Chapter 7…