Mature audience only. Silly and ridiculous sexual situations.

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Tom and Chakotay arrived at the archway to the other Holodeck. Tom gently put his hand on Chakotay's upper arm and held him back for a moment.

"Are you OK?" he asked. "You may not like what you see in there."

"I'm sure I won't." Chakotay looked pensive; the effects of the alcohol were wearing way, making him feel raw and vulnerable.

"Captain Janeway is in Holodeck One. She is in the company of…." The relentless list spewed from the computer.

Kathryn. With everyone! It made him nauseous.

"After what we've seen and done, how can bad can it be?"

Chakotay glared at Tom.

"Let's go," Chakotay ordered.

"I think you might want to…"

"Please. Tom!" Chakotay snapped. "Stop 'comforting' me."

"OK! OK!"

They commanded the door to open and stepped into the Holodeck. The door shut behind them with a whoosh and Michael Sullivan materialized with a full bottle in his hand. He was intent on drinking and not too concerned with what he saw before him. He only paused from time to time for a few bouts of pointing and laughing.

No Q. No Kathryn.

It was quiet. Quiet except for the too familiar moans and groans.

The trio stood at the end of a long hallway that resembled a natural history museum of perversions. Scenes of writhing bodies were on both sides. Each tableau depicted a different set of characters, each in various stages of debauchery. Every combination was represented, older with younger, male with male, with female with female. Occasionally characters from one diorama would jump to another, mixing still more unlikely pairings.

Harry Potter, Draco Malfoy and Snape engaged each other in Snape's potions dungeon with Gilligan and the Professor.

Mary Ann kissed Han Solo and Ginger lolled with Luke Skywalker and John Crichton, writer Michael Crichton, Crieghton the Ghoul-A Go-Go Ghoul and Kryten the Android were having a go with one another.

Commander Koenig and Tony Verdeschi stared lovingly into each other's eyes as Maya and Dr. Helena Russell massaged each other gently.

Chakotay sighed, amazed more at his own reaction; a great deal of what he saw seemed routine to him. But Tom was especially nonchalant.

"I don't understand. Where's Q? Where's Kathr…Captain Janeway?"

"Everything here looks fine." Paris stated.

"What? Looks fine? Isn't this program the result of the Toolander's interference?"

"Not at all. This is my program. Exactly as I wrote it."

"Twentieth Century Popular Culture? This?"

"Yeah. Didn't you know?"

"I didn't grow up on Earth, Lieutenant, I only studied there. My people had our own culture and stories. Most of them were not so, uh, detailed."

Tom winced at hearing Chakotay refer to his rank. "Oh, yeah. I remember. Scorpions and Dragons' Teeth."

"They were morality lessons." Chakotay said defensively. "These seem to be immorality lessons."

"You never took old Earth Lit? Even at the Academy? It was a really popular class."

"I'm sure it was. I studied Anthropology. Paleontology, Geology, Starfleet ops, and piloting. I never had time for this!"

"So, you were even more boring back then than you are now?"

Chakotay cast him a dirty look.

"Your people don't have erotic fiction?" Tom prodded.

"Well, ah…of course, but…"

"Sorry. I thought you knew. Well, that was partly why I was showing this to SOME of the crew. I aced this course."

"There's a surprise!"

"It's pretty outrageous, really."

"Mr. Paris, you have a gift for understatement!"

"Back to formalities, are we?" Tom said under his breath, but just loud enough for Chakotay to hear and ignore him.

"Did the Toolanders visit Earth in the 20th Century?"

Tom chuckled. "Could be. UFO stories can be explicit. But, as for our aliens, I don't think so, but that's as good a theory as any.

"During a war ravaged era, the majority of 20th century culture, literature, and film were lost.

"Unfortunately, all the data from that time had been stored at Memory Alpha, which developed faults due to use of an Open Source system. Once one thing started to go, the rest fell like dominoes.

"My people have a story about a fox who put all his baskets in one egg that was laid by a giant turtle." Chakotay interjected into Tom's lengthy exposition.

"Yeah. I guess. Something like that. You're people have a thing for foxes and turtles?" Tom continued, not letting Chakotay respond. They walked by each display and Tom became Professor Paris for a few moments.

"That which survived is known as 'Slash Fiction'. Scholars believed that the literature reflected the times and greatly contributed to the decline of their civilization."

Chakotay stood with his hands on his hips and shook his head. "They must have all been insane!"

"Like us, these past weeks?"

"It seems so!"

"One theory is that all of their characters and stories were based on other stories, by professional writers. We have no way of knowing. So much of it is garbled."

"Maybe that's for the best." Chakotay said to himself.

"How so?"

"If this is what people wrote about it, can you imagine what the source material must have been like?"

Tom smiled. "Often! Computer, end program," Tom attempted.

"Unable to comply…" The computer told them again it was too overloaded to turn off the program, so they really should turn off the program before they could turn off the program.

Chakotay and Tom did not even know what hit them.

They came to and slowly got up, struggling against strong arms like leather bonds which held them in check. Tor Johnson and Lurch were holding Tom while Eegah and Creighton flanked Chakotay.

Michael was blubbering loudly and needed no restraint due to his besotted condition, though Riff Raff and Torgo stood at hand.

"Katie, me Katie! What are ya doin' lass! You're filfthy!"

TBC…