Mature Content. Adults only please. Silly Sexual Situations and Adult themes.
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Chakotay woke once again from the revels, feeling pounded, like a slab of meat in a Rocky movie. Seven was nuzzling next to him. She was indeed a beautiful creature. Ironically, the alien intervention had brought her human side to the fore; she was a passionate woman, willing to please and be pleased. Chakotay remembered his encounters with elation.
"Commander…"she said sleepily, her beautiful eyes still closed.
"I think you can call me Chakotay now, dear." he told her, squeezing her hand on his naked chest.
She smiled, "Sorry.
"I simply wanted to apologize for using your hologram the way I did. I did not adhere strictly to regulations and it was…inappropriate."
A broad grin brightened his face. "I suppose it was. You're on report."
"Yes, sir," she said sullenly, believing his joke to be a reprimand.
"No, Seven—let me call you Annika—actually, I'm flattered. I wish I had known how you, I mean, what..."
"Next time, I will let you know," she deadpanned. It was her turn to joke.
Could he truly have a relationship with Seven? He wondered. His mind drifted to Kathryn and he felt a pang of sorrow. If Kathryn would never have him, could he look on 'Annika' as anything other than a consolation prize? Certainly, neither he nor Seven deserved that!
After awhile many of the crew dozed around him. Chakotay, compelled by an idea of where Kathryn might have ended up, pulled on some clothing, and made his way toward his notion.
Chakotay wandered down a corridor and finally arrived at Holodeck 2. He entered and found himself in the midst of Fairhaven. For the rest of the crew, Fairhaven was an idyllic respite from their stressful, modern lives. To him, it was a place where he lost Kathryn to a synthetic man. He hated Fairhaven with so much wrath it even frightened him.
Once he stood on a street there and told her, essentially, to go ahead and enjoy herself, hiding the very real pain in his heart. He lied about his holographic trysts. He never used holo-characters for lovers; he found the notion abhorrent, even now.
It seemed the best thing to do, to let her go and be noble about it. He reasoned that if he could not have her, he could at least wish her some form of solace. Maybe he could move on with his life.
He no longer felt reasonable. Kathryn could be with "him" right this minute and the thought goaded him to take action.
With the ship going to Hell in a hand basket, what did he have to lose from taking another look at 'Michael Sullivan'? So, she was attracted to ersatz scruffy Irish bartenders who were programmed to read poetry. She preferred a trick of holo-technology to genuine devotion. God, that hurt in ways he could not even articulate.
He walked around writhing groups of crewmembers and many odd holographic lovers. Chakotay avoided any advances. This was something he was also compelled to do and his jealousy outranked all the alien aphrodisiacs in the universe.
He entered the bar and the tableau there was in stark contrast to the rampant promiscuity he had seen—and participated in—throughout the ship. Michael Sullivan was alone in the dank bar, drowning his sorrows stereotypically, in hard drink. His beard had grown beyond his normal unshaven look and dark circles lined his sunken eyes. His hair was greasy and his clothing was spotted with spilled food and drink and smudged with dirt. His shoulders hunched as if the liquor were a tiny fire where he, a frozen man huddled desperate for warmth. He did not even lift his eyes when Chakotay entered, but spoke as he stared into his glass.
"Aye, what'llit be, good shir?" Michael slurred from his table, obviously drunk from holographic whiskey.
Chakotay eyed the creature with pure concentrated jealous hatred, pent up for so long. Now his feelings were unstuck, and his emotions gushed like water from a ruptured dam.
"Your girlfriend is making love with everyone on the ship," Chakotay shot. "What do you think of that?"
"Nah mahsh," he said, his mouth downturned in a frog like frown. Tears began to stream from his eyes.
"My Katie! My dahlin' Katie! A slut 'n a whore!"
Chakotay was taken aback by the depth of his emotions, which mirrored his own.
"You mus' be her McKotay frien', the Indian an' an upright mahn ta boot," he gulped a hiccup. "I take it, ew've been none too happy 'bout this littl' turn of events."
"I'm not particularly thrilled about what is happening on this ship, no."
"Well, then. Pull up a char 'n we'll drink togetha', like good men should!"
"No, I…"
"Cm'pew'ta! Give this gennelmon here your finest Irish Mist, and I'll have nun of tha' synthetic crap ewe've been passin' off as sah real McCoy!"
A sparkling glass of golden liquid appeared on the rough-hewn wooden tabletop. Chakotay hesitated a moment then pulled a chair out and plunked down. He grabbed the drink and swallowed it straight down.
It burned his mouth and throat and its effects were immediate, warming his bloodstream in a flash. It was indeed not synthehol and Chakotay was glad for it.
"Anotha!" ordered Michael.
Chakotay did not guzzle the second, but savored its qualities. It was a rare commodity and when this was over, he would have to find out how to override the Starfleet imposed restrictions as easily as Michael did.
"She wassa fine lass, she was."
"Yes, she was…IS." Chakotay said plainly. "A great woman and leader."
"An' I bet she was fin' ina sack, if ew don' min' me straight talk." Michael said with longing. "An' I mean no disrespect, laddie."
"You would know!" Chakotay shot accusingly.
"Me?" Michael said with surprise. "An' how waz I ta know when she never even let me near her, an' I did me best tryin', I did."
The revelation slapped Chakotay in the face as sure as the whiskey. She never? With Michael?
"Women! When ya thin' ewe've figger'd 'em out, ewe can look in the mirror and see a jackass. All womens is…" he put a sloppy finger to his temple, "is…isss…barkin' mahd, sure as a rabid hound!"
Chakotay started to laugh wryly. The full implication of the revelation assuaged him to his soul. He felt the burden he had carried for so long lifted from his broad shoulders. She would not even sleep with a hologram when there was no consequence, no command structure, no Starfleet strictures against it.
He truly did not understand the woman he adored.
"There you are!" Tom exclaimed as he burst into the bar. "I've been all over the ship looking for you! Computer's been useless and have you given up comm-badges altogether?"
"What'll it be, Tommy boy?"
"Just this gentleman here, Michael." Tom said with a smirk and his usual cockiness.
"How's eyour liddle woman? Got'er figured jet?" Michael cast a conspiratorial glance to Chakotay who could not help enjoy their shared joke.
"No, probably never," Tom replied, "but it's fun to try!" he added suggestively.
"Good lad! Haff some of dis boy!" Michael conjured up a large bottle and poured a generous round without spilling a precious drop.
Tom acquiesced and joined the party.
"My people used ta call thish 'fire water'," Chakotay informed them.
Michael sputtered drunken laughter as if Chakotay's comment was the funniest thing he had ever been told.
"An apt a moniker as I evva heard! Eyore people is a wise lot, they ish," he said.
"Meybee the' are, but I'mma fool." Chakotay held a glass next to his cheek as the tears started to flow.
"All men are fools when it comes to da fair sex, my frien'."
"See wuz good, like an angel!" Chakotay confessed to the room, recalling his treasured night of ecstasy with Kathryn.
"Ah, so then shee ded finally…well, good!"
"But, then she's with everyone on this ship!" Chakotay lamented.
"Go get 'ter, Chakotay!" Tom urged. "Der may nevah be anotha time!"
"I can't! Not with her like this!"
"Oh, please!" Tom groaned.
"An' thar ya have it! McKotay, ewer too good fer yer own good, yee is!"
"Computer!" Tom commanded.
"No, don't!" Chakotay pleaded.
"Pleazze locate Cap'n Janeway."
"Captain Janeway is now on Holodeck One."
"Who is with the Captain?"
"You're cruel!" Chakotay accused, tears flowing freely, released by the strong drink.
"Kathryn Janeway is on Holodeck One," the Computer continued dutifully, still stuck on Tom's original request. "She is in the company of Commander Tuvok, Engineer Torres, Sherlock Holmes and Doctor Watson, Marilyn Monroe, The Olsen Twins, Paris Hilton, The Terminator, Q, Captain Proton, Orgazmo and Chodo Boy…"
"I'm thorry, Chakotay," Tom said, regretting his attempt to get Chakotay together with the Captain. "I didn't mean it to hurt you."
"Vergett it!" Chakotay told him.
The trio continued drinking and the computer mercifully stopped the roll call of what they supposed was the Captain's latest orgy.
Their besotted minds were working slowly, but a revelation seemed to take them both at the same time.
"Q!" Chakotay and Tom said with a shock together.
After a beat both men dashed toward the door, which failed to open on first try, nearly causing another injury.
"I'm comin' wit choo!" Michael insisted unsteadily.
"OK, but if you touch my Kathryn, I'll reprogram you to wear a dress!" Chakotay threatened.
"Agweed, good shir!"
"Computer, transfer Michael Sullivan to Holodeck One, AFTER we arrive." Tom ordered.
Tom grabbed one of the bottles and made off with it.
"For luck," he told Michael.
"Here's thoo luck!" toasted the hologram, who was happy to sit back down and vacuum some more liqueur.
Chakotay and Tom took off toward the other Holodeck.
"Wait, wait!" Tom said breathily as they ran. "Do you think it's really Q, or is the computer still rattling off names from my program?"
"What would Q be doing in a program of 20th century popular culture?" Chakotay asked.
"I see what you mean."
TBC…