Eelta of Voyager
Four Play

rated: M

When last we left Chakotay, he was flying down the of Voyager's corridors trying to find out what was going on with the ship...

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"Computer" he called reluctantly, knowing instinctively that this would not make him happy. "Who is with the Captain?"

"The Captain is in the company of Commander Tuvok, Second Technician Arnold J. Rimmer, Starsky and Hutch, Crais, Scorpius and Crichton, Ginger and Maryanne…

"Stop!" he shouted, as his sudden jealous rage caused his fist to suffer a nasty collision with a nearby bulkhead.

"…Buffy, Willow, Tara, Shaggy, Dr. Quest and Race Bannon, Bert and Ernie, Fred and Barney, Deanna Troi, Seska, Barclay, Jack Lemmon and Walter Matthau, The Mole People, Torgo and the Master…

"Stop! Stop it!" he shouted to no avail as the pain of his mangled hand shot through his arm.

"…Snape, Harry Potter and Draco Malfoy, Alice in Wonderland and the Mad Hatter, Joanie, Chachi, The 'Fonz' and Herman Munster and Grandpa, Thurston Howell III, Kelly Robinson and Alexander Scott, Steve Reeves, Bill Maxwell…"

Chakotay removed his broken hand from an unscathed wall. Now Sickbay was his imperative. Any intervention with Kathryn's dalliances would have to wait. He allowed the droning voice of the computer fade into his mental background.

"You're going to need me to work on that hand," Tom said suggestively, startling Chakotay for a split second. Tom walked up to him and kissed him full on the lips, which make Chakotay's head spin.

"No, Tom, no, stop!" Chakotay begged, fearing re-immersion under the tide of passion.

"OK. For now. But only because I want you fully functional," Tom told Chakotay sincerely. "It must really hurt."

"I've had worse," Chakotay blustered.

"I don't mean the hand."

Chakotay grimaced. "Thought I'd hidden it well," he said with the resignation of one caught.

Tom sniffed a laugh. "Not hardly. You can hide lots of things; probably had as much practice as me but your affection for a certain red-haired Starship Captain is broadcast on all subspace frequencies."

"What do you want me to say, Tom?"

"Let me have a look at that break."

Chakotay thrust his mangled appendage at Tom. His hand was swelling to twice its normal size from the broken bones inside and blood began to drip from the wounds he had inflicted upon himself.

"Oh, yeah, that's gonna leave a mark. Computer. Site to site transport of Commander Chakotay and Tom Paris to Sickbay."

"Unable to comply." said the female voice. "All transporter systems are offline."

"Well, that's just great," Chakotay said with disgust.

"Yeah? What do you mean?"

"I mean if we don't get back to running this ship instead of running amok we are going to end up on planet C'ar'nolee."

"You say that like it's a bad thing, 'kotay," Tom snarked, bringing his lips to Chakotay's tattoo.

Chakotay wanted to push him away but could not. "I didn't mean we would make it to C'ar'nolee in one piece, Tom. If you want to visit the surface as something other than a ball of fire, then we've got to get back to reality!"

"I see," Tom said with lifted eyebrows. He reluctantly pulled himself away. "Well, let's get going then."

They set off down the corridor, the list of Janeway's holographic companions still spilling from the Computer's indifferent voice.

"Computer, stop," Tom ordered.

"Unable to comply. Yeoman Rand, the Vampire Lestat, the Backstreet Boys and N'Sync, Englebert Humperdink…."

"Sounds like the Captain's found my 20th century popular culture program." Tom said as he cuddled into Chakotay's unwounded side as they walked. "I was going to take you all on a tour."

"Terrific! I wonder if the turbolifts are working."

Thankfully, they found a turbolift that was still functioning though Tom attempted to stop it from its journey. It quickly became apparent that it was not going to be as much fun as Tom's fantasy. Stoic though he tried to appear Chakotay's pain was palpable.

"Mmm," Tom began with feigned innocence. "You. Me. A malfunctioning Turbolift."

Tom's nuzzling and the movement of the lift caused a reluctant groan from the injured man.

"Sorry, Chak," Tom said though unable to stop himself from making advances.

"We've got to fix whatever the C'ar'nolee did to us!" Chakotay shouted with frustration.

"I suppose."

"Tom." Chakotay said trying to push Tom away, with little success."Yeah, Chak."

"Don't call me 'Chak' or 'Kotay" ever again."

"How about 'Babe'?"

"No."

"What about 'snugglebug poopykins'?"

"You're on report."

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Finally, they entered sickbay, not prepared for the sights and sounds they encountered there.

"Please state the nature of your sexual emergency," said The Doctor to the pair as they walked into Sickbay.

Chakotay wanted to turn away from the scene but could not bring himself to do it.

tbc...