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A/N: Its been a while, sorry! Think of this as a Christmas Present.

The Doctor was looking at the injuries Tom had inflicted on himself, although the cuts weren't deep they were numerous, so numerous he had stopped counting and left it to his scanner. 90 cuts to his thighs and chest, not including his arms.

Tom was just staring up at him, and it unnerved the Doctor. Despite being a hologram he could feel emotions, most frequently it was frustration but this, this was new.

He wasn't qualified for this; he could download as many guides to this as possible and still be somewhat useless, he was there to fix physical injuries, not to understand the emotional drive behind them.

Hearing the door to Sick Bay open he moved out from behind the partition that shielded Tom from prying eyes.

'Tuvok, Care to tell me what happened?'

'There was an altercation involving Tom Paris and some of his so called 'fans'.

The way 'fans' was spitted out wasn't lost on the hologram.

'He was sent straight to Sick Bay from the scene of the incident?'

'Of course' replied Tuvok his curiosity piqued by the Doctor's question. 'Why do you ask?'

The Doctor simply rolled his eyes and turned on Tuvok to head back to Tom.

'Can I see him?'

'To take a statement?'

'I will need to eventually, but it is as his counsellor that I will be there'

'Your statement can wait, I will not have you upsetting my patient further, as a counsellor, I'm sure you can appreciate that I need to finish treating him'

'He did not appear to be visibly injured when I had him sent to the infirmary?'

'You just answered your own question' replied the Doctor as he went to see Tom glancing over his shoulder he shouted over to Tuvok, 'please wait in my office'.

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'I assume you heard everything?' asked the Doctor.

Tom who was sitting in his boxers and a vest top nodded. 'I-I don't want to see Tuvok'

The Doctor who had been rummaging through his medical cart for equipment glanced up for a brief moment, 'and the reason for this would be?'

'I just don't, Okay?' said Tom suddenly getting quite defensive.

'As your Doctor I think it would be in your best interest to see him'

'There is nothing he can do anyway'

'You doubt Tuvok too much.'

Holding a non adhesive pad in one hand and a bottle of iodine in the other he soaked the pad in it and looked down at the injuries on Toms thigh, 'this might sting, but that's unlikely. You will be quite yellow for a while though' he said as a grin touched his lips.

Tom simply watched as the Doctor cleaned out the wounds, 'this one will need stitching' mumbled to Doctor to no-one in particular.

Tom simply lay down on the bio-bed as the Doctor treated him. It seemed like he had no choice when it came to seeing Tuvok.

It seemed like only a few seconds, but when Tom looked down his legs had been treated and he was covered in dressings and stitches. Grimacing he realised the Doctor would have to treat his chest now.

Wanting to break the silence the pair had fallen into the Doctor breached it with a simple question, 'would I be right in thinking these weren't and accident?'

Lying down, now topless Tom looked over to the Doctor, looking him in the eye as his anger at the situation shone through, 'What do you think Doc? Huh?' replied Tom his voice dripping with sarcasm.

'You know what I think, but as you were sent straight here after the altercation, these are therefore old injuries although they look quite recent'

Tom seemed to pause for a second then looked away for a second, 'it's not as bad as it seems, okay? Do you have to tell Tuvok, what about patient confidentiality?'

'You know your rights to privacy in relation to medical treatment are altered if you are deemed a risk to yourself or to others'

'So what am I huh? A risk to others? Is this what all this nonsense has been about, worried I'm going to get you? Is that what the captain is worried about, I'm so messed up that I can't fly the ship straight?'

Although the Doctor was glad Tom was opening up, he knew he was the wrong person for this to be happening to, it should be Tuvok.

'Tom, you know perfectly well she has arranged your sessions with Tuvok on my advice to protect you from yourself, not to protect herself or the crew from you.'

'That's what she told you...'

'Yes it is, and I for one believe her, she cares for you'

'Only because I'm some sort of reclaiming project for her, make the con a golden boy...'

'And that's a bad thing?'

Tom didn't reply and so the Doctor simply added his final dressing. Handing Tom back his shirt he simply said, 'Tuvok will see you now' as he left.

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'Tom, I wish we were meeting under different circumstances'

'Ha... yeah well with luck like mine...'

'I am aware of the fact that you know that I am here not as a Security Officer but as your Counsellor and I'm sure you understand that the Captain has been informed.'

'Well of course she has'

'Well, yes. Now I want to talk about what happened, however first off, I am aware you were treated just now by the Doctor...' Tuvok trailed off as he saw Tom tense up.

'Do you mind if enquire what for?'

'So he didn't tell you?'

'I never said that, however I would like to hear your take on it'

'Oh, it's nothing really'

Tuvok simply raised an eyebrow.

'I did what I do normally'

'Which is..?' responded Tuvok, trying to get Tom to finally say it.

'I cut myself okay? You happy now?'

'I am a Vulcan and unable to feel emotions, you are making progress however'

'Progress? You call this progress?'

'You are talking about it, which is a step in the right direction'

'Yeah, well it's not like I have a choice'

'You always have a choice Tom'

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