Fragments by TommyHawk
Summary: Paris awakens from an injury to find himself floating in time. He has to literally choose between a relationship with Chakotay...and death! But there's more here than meets the eye at first....
Categories: Chakotay/Paris Fanfiction Characters: None
Genres: Drama
Warnings: None
Challenges: None
Series: None
Chapters: 10 Completed: Yes Word count: 32714 Read: 23105 Published: 22/09/03 Updated: 22/09/03

1. Part 1 by TommyHawk

2. Part 2 by TommyHawk

3. Part 3 by TommyHawk

4. Part 4 by TommyHawk

5. Part 5 by TommyHawk

6. Part 6 by TommyHawk

7. Part 7 by TommyHawk

8. Part 8 by TommyHawk

9. Part 9 by TommyHawk

10. Conclusion by TommyHawk

Part 1 by TommyHawk
Fragments, Part One

















By Tommyhawk1@AOL.COM



*

Paris awoke suddenly, flat on his back on a Sickbay biobed, staring up at the Doctor and...somebody else. He had no memory of

losing consciousness or anything else, an instant before, he had been on duty on the bridge! He tried to speak, but couldn't. Not that

he hurt, more like his body was...turned off.

*

"I think he's coming around." the Doctor stated.

*

"Ease off the temporal flow to six percent." the odd being ordered.

*

"Aye, aye." Seven's dispassionate voice replied.

*

Paris looked, but somehow could not quantify this one being's appearance. He was a burnished red in color, but his face seemed to

be made of interlocked loops. He realized that the blur was due to his eyes being teary--the Doctor was nothing but a peach-colored

oval atop a blue and black jumble, but he recognized him due to long familiarity--and winked his eyes, squinched them shut and then

opened them again. Moving the muscles of the face to do that took every ounce of his strength, and he was helpless once again.

*

The interlocking loops were there, but only four of them, on the being's head along the edge of the crown on either side, and two

more that went from where his ears would be had he had ears to his chin. The mouth was triangular in shape and the eyes had

snowflake-shaped pupils inside them. They did not, and could not, blink.

*

But Paris did, as a light pencil held by the strange visitor suddenly hit them.

*

"You can turn off the temporal fixator, Seven." the visitor said. "He'll be fine now without it."

*

"What happened?" Paris asked. "Who are you?"

*

"I am Dr. Shudan of the Cartilian Alliance." the being stated. "As for your mental confusion, you have been treated with a temporal

flux resonator, the only way to repair the massive damage to your body. You will be fine, but there are residual effects. The first is

that you have permanently lost an unknown quantity of your most recent memory."

*

"Mr. Paris, what is the last thing you recall?" the Doctor asked.

*

"I was at my duty station. We had just encountered a...a grid of some sort." Paris said. "Yow, my head hurts!"

*

"That is to be expected. What was the approximate time?"

*

"I had just started my shift. It was about 0830, I guess, last I remember."

*

"He has lost some fourteen hours." Dr. Shudan affirmed. "All experiences since your arrival at our borders. Well, Mr. Paris, Voyager

was attacked by the Cartilian Alliance's defensive array. Your ship was badly damaged. When we learned of this unintentional

attack, we came to make such amends as we could."

*

"What is a temporal flux resonator?" Paris got out, with difficulty. His mouth still didn't want to move very well, but his entire body

seemed to be turning itself back on rapidly.

*

"Your body was so badly damaged, you were at the point of death. More importantly, your...essence had decided to die. The only

way to prevent a being from continuing down that path is to reset his timeline. Your alien body complicated matters, but I think we

have been successful. You may experience some disorientation, the feeling of being in the wrong time or place. This is to be

expected. In severe misalignments of your timeline, you will even get glimpses of your past or future. If that happens, return to

Sickbay immediately for readjustment, for it is a most dangerous condition."

*

"Thank you." Paris said. "Am I free to leave now?" He sat up, the universe swirled briefly, then steadied.

*

"Yes, provided you go directly to your quarters and rest." the Doctor said. "But don't hesitate at the first symptom of, uh, temporal

misalignment, to return. Cartilians are different enough from humans that I wish to keep a close eye on you."

*

"All right. Thank you, Doctor. And you, Dr. Shudan."

*

"Not at all." Dr. Shudan waved him away. "Our fault entirely for putting your life in jeopardy. I am merely pleased that we had the

ability to make amends."

*

Paris went out of Sickbay, stopped, confused. This wasn't the corridor outside of Sickbay! He had somehow come up three decks.

Was his head still woozy?

*

Laughter echoed down the corridors. Male voices. Sounds of running feet. In the confines of the ship, it wasn't that unusual to

encounter people running for the sheer sake of running, the only thing you could not do effectively in the holodecks. Captain Janeway

had stopped trying to prevent this minor breach of regulations. So Paris stopped, ready to dodge these playful athletes, whoever they

were.

*

They rounded the corridor and Paris grinned. Chakotay was chasing after some young male ensign or other. The grins on their faces

were such that he knew it was only rough play of some sort. He didn't think the Commander engaged in such games, though.

Beneath his dignity, rather.

*

Chakotay caught the ensign, spun him around, threw him back against the corridor wall. "Got you now!" he crowed.

*

"You only wish." the ensign replied.

*

Paris goggled at that too-familiar voice. He hadn't recognized the man with the uniform, the black-and-yellow of an ensign. It was

him!

*

"What the hell is going on here?" he called out.

*

The figures ignored him.

*

"Do you know the penalty for cheating at a game of poker, Ensign Paris?" Chakotay mock-chided him.

*

"Not when we're playing for chips with no ration points backing them up, no." his alter ego said disingenuously. "If there'd been

credits involved, the penalty would have been death, of course."

*

"Absolutely." Chakotay said to him. "As it is, the penalty is much, much worse than that."

*

"Worse than death?" his alter ego cocked his head to one side. "What could that be, Commander?"

*

"This." Chakotay said, and kissed him.

*

"What the fuck is this?" Paris demanded of himself. Again, he was ignored.

*

"Is that all?" his other self asked.

*

"That's just the start." Chakotay assured him and went back for another.

*

Paris watched his other self's arms go around Chakotay's, and watched as well the kiss he was giving Chakotay. Shit!

*

He turned, found the door to Sickbay gone, and nearly ran on down the corridor, away from this scene. If he could get to the end of

this corridor, in the next section, was a turbolift. There was, though lights were out near it, and it was already standing open and

dark.

*

He made it to the turbolift, got on it. "Sickbay." he ordered. The turbolift didn't move. The doors didn't close.

*

Paris looked and saw that the panel was dead. He tried manual control, nothing. Looked back out into...a ruined corridor. Debris

scattered pell-mell all about. He walked down this new, deserted Voyager and rounded the bend. A figure lay on the floor and Paris

walked over to see who it was.

*

Whoever it was, it was dead. He reached down, half-expecting to see his hands go right through the figure. It turned over, though it

was dry as a mummy. Paris looked down into the dead eyes...of himself!

*

He jumped back, yelled, and found himself at the door of Sickbay once again. He turned and dived for it, but could have saved the

trouble; it was real. The Doctor and Dr. Shudan were there.

*

"Mr. Paris, what is the problem?"

*

"I'm seeing things." he stuttered out.

*

"Temporal misalignment."

*

"No! This was different. Odd things, not real."

*

"Let me run the diagnostic scan on you." Dr. Shudan lifted an odd, wand-like device. Purple charged leapt from the tip to cover

Paris. It was like being surrounded by purple lightning, his body tingled wherever it meandered over his body.

*

"Definite temporal misalignment." Dr. Shudan affirmed. "You have experienced episodes from your future. Hmm, two distinct loci, in

fact."

*

"So it wasn't a hallucination of some kind? But if it's real then...the future?" Paris said. "In one of those...those visions, I was dead!"

*

"Could you tell us of the situation?"

*

"I was in Voyager's corridor. Everything was unused, abandoned. I saw a body, went over and turned it over, and it was me!"

*

"Interesting." Dr. Shudan said. "Temporal misalignments tend to only be very minor. You could not have witnessed a scene further

than a few weeks into your future."

*

"What were the other things you saw?" the Doctor asked.

*

Paris realized it meant admitting he saw himself kissing Chakotay. "Uh, nothing like being dead." he said. "I...I saw myself in the

corridor with Chakotay. We were...talking." Paris said. "I tried to speak to them, but they didn't see or hear me."

*

"Your opinion, Doctor?" the Doctor said.

*

"The timelines are not fixed." Dr. Shudan said. "These two visions need not be linked in any way, in fact, they may be parallel."

*

"Either the future in which he was talking with Chakotay, or the one in which he was dead, in other words." the Doctor clarified.

*

"Exactly."

*

"You mean, to avoid becoming dead, I'd have to...." Paris caught himself. "Talk with Chakotay."

*

Dr. Shudan smiled. "Not at all. But you will need to watch yourself in the near future, try to determine the nexus of the alternates. In

the meantime, we shall cure you of this bout."

*

Paris' hand went up to block Dr. Shudan's arm. "Wait a minute. If I don't take your cure, what happens?"

*

"You'll become more and more lost in those two alternates." Dr. Shudan said, disturbed. "They will recur more and more frequently.

You will interact with them more and more until your body is ripped apart from the temporal stresses. But surely you can determine

the nexus without continuing with this imbalance in your temporal state, young sir."

*

Paris turned to the Doctor. "Doctor, in that other timeline, it wasn't just me dead. It was all of Voyager. That place felt long-dead.

Whatever it is, it's going to happen soon. I think we need to take the risk while I try to find out what happened to destroy Voyager."

*

The Doctor hesitated. "Failing to cure a patient who is ill is a breach of my ethical protocol. I cannot condone it."

*

"Then get me the Captain." Paris said.

*

The Doctor and Dr. Shudan exchanged glances. "I am afraid that's not possible." the Doctor said.

*

"I said that the damage to your ship was severe." Dr. Shudan clarified. "You suffered several casualties. I'm afraid one of those was

your Captain."

*

Paris closed his eyes briefly. Losing Janeway was a severe blow; she had become the very soul of the ship. But his training served

him well, he was able to shelve his grief for the moment. "Then let me speak to our new Captain. Commander Chakotay."

*



END OF PART ONE



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*

Chakotay was on the bridge and the Doctor and Dr. Shudan accompanied Paris on the trip up. But no further visitations bothered

his journey. Not until Paris got to the bridge, and then, he only thought he was hallucinating.

*

The entire front of the bridge had been blasted off. Only an emergency forcefield kept the air in. Paris could see now why he had

been "badly injured" for his side of the navigational station was blown away, only his chair had been left. If Janeway had been

standing, as was her wont in a battle situation, she would have been sucked out of that hole, as would anyone else not seated or able

to grab something quickly. The forcefield was automatic (provided power existed for it to feed off of) but not instantaneous, it took

time to establish it. It saved ships, but not unfortunate individuals flying away.

*

Chakotay was sitting in the Captain's chair, and he looked awful. Badly burned clothing showed that he had not escape unscathed in

the attack, though dermal regenerators had undoubtedly repaired his body. He was dirty and disheveled and...beaten. Like he had

given up.

*

"Commander." Paris said.

*

"Go ahead." Chakotay said. That look was utterly neutral, nowhere did Paris see any interest in those eyes. But those eyes were

dead-looking beyond any lack of sexual interest.

*

Paris explained his dilemma. "So they want to repair my body, and I think I need to leave it alone until we know what happens in the

future that would destroy Voyager."

*

"You say it was two futures you saw."

*

"I said it may be." Dr. Shudan said. "The temporal readings are not definite. We can attach a temporal locator on Paris and when his

timeline is disrupted again, he only needs to trigger it and we can locate him temporally upon his return."

*

"I see. Like an inertial tracker." Chakotay said. "That's a start, but we may not have time for a second location." Chakotay turned to

Paris. "Tell me about that other timeline, the one where everything was fine."

*

"I didn't tell the Doctor everything about that other timeline. Uh, it'd be best if we discussed that in private." Chakotay had to hear

everything and Paris didn't want to trot out the fact that they had been kissing, not on the bridge, not with Chakotay newly their

captain.

*

Chakotay frowned. "Very well. We'll use the Ready Room."

*

Inside, Paris felt somewhat braver and said to that stolid, dead face. "Well, the first thing I heard was laughter and running feet. I

stepped aside to let whoever it was run by. I saw a young male ensign being chased by you."

*

"By me?" Chakotay frowned.

*

"By you. Both of these two were laughing and grinning. You...the other you...caught this ensign and spun him around and said, 'I got

you now.' The ensign said, 'You only wish.' and that was when I saw that it was me. I tried to talk but they didn't hear me at all. Then

the other Chakotay accused the other Paris of cheating at poker and the other Paris asked the consequences. And then...."

*

"Go ahead."

*

"You won't like it. I didn't."

*

"Go ahead."

*

"The other Chakotay kissed the other Paris. Hard."

*

"Go on. Then what happened."

*

"Then they kissed again, and this kiss kind of kept on going, arms around each other."

*

"Then what did you do?" Paris might as well have been reciting dry statistics for all the reaction he was getting out of Chakotay at his

tale.

*

"Then I turned and ran."

*

"Why?"

*

"Why?" Paris was baffled. "You and me...we were kissing. And we were liking it. A lot. It bothered me. A lot."

*

That got the first reaction out of Chakotay. "How did that bother you? It is that impossible that in some future time, we may...like

kissing each other?"

*

"Well, it's in no future I'm aware of or plan. Dr. Shudan said that the timelines were only a few weeks into the future, at most."

*

"So you ran. Then what happened."

*

"Then I ran to the turbolift. But it was dark, and wouldn't work. I looked out into the corridor again and it was dark and deserted. I

saw a body and went and turned it over. It was me, all dried out and mummified."

*

"How did you know it was you?" Chakotay asked. "You recognized it?"

*

"Yes."

*

"Easier than you did your living self in a well-lighted corridor?"

*

"That was the uniform...." Paris trailed off. "Of course! The me in that dead corridor was wearing this kind of uniform. Red and

black, not yellow and black."

*

"Then there's a partial answer. Ensign Paris, I hereby order you to immediately replicate proper ensign's clothing and wear it at all

times hereafter." Chakotay paused. "Except the replicators are off-line."

*

"Great. What do I do?"

*

"Go to Ensign Kim's quarters and take his. They ought to fit you well enough."

*

"Where's Harry?"

*

Chakotay looked at him, astonished. "He's dead. Died same time as the Captain, in the attack on this ship."

*

"Woah!" Paris said. Janeway's death had bothered him, Harry's death ripped him apart. His found his eyes...tearing up? Yes. "I'm

sorry, Commander." he snuffled after a time. He wasn't bawling, but his voice came out ragged.

*

A big, gentle hand rested on his shoulder. It felt good, sitting there. "I'm sorry. I thought you knew."

*

"That treatment zapped everything I knew before the attack." Paris said. "I lost the last fourteen hours entirely."

*

"Ah." Chakotay said. "Then you don't know who died in that attack."

*

"Just Janeway and now Harry." Paris clarified. "Anyone else I need to know about?"

*

"B'Elanna." Chakotay said softly. "She and Harry were both on the bridge when the attack occurred. Harry was being pulled out by

the suction and she reached for him. Got him, but lost her own grip. The field closed down just after they were outside its range."

*

"B'Elanna, too?" Paris said.

*

"We'll mourn them when our ship is functional again." Chakotay said in a clipped tone, brooking no emotion. "We'll stop for a day

and just wail and meditate as much as we want. I promise you that. But nothing until this ship is fully functional."

*

"I understand." Paris was glad for those words. They let him close off that part of his heart. It was still in there, but it would wait. "I'd

better get to Harry's cabin and get into that uniform. That may be all it takes, the full transition to Ensign. I hope so."

*

"It's more like a charm than anything else." Chakotay said. "If you aren't dressed as the future calls for, maybe the rest won't happen.

But get that, uh, inertial temporal tracker on and be ready to hit it the moment you've...slipped in time again."

*

"Agreed." Paris said.

*

He turned and started to walk out, when he realized that he was not in the Ready Room.

*

A cabin, large and comfortable. The Captain's quarters? The lights were lowered and he wasn't familiar with the items in the room.

*

"Uhh!" he heard from the bed. That was when he realized it was occupied.

*

Well, he had to know who and what was going on. Smirking, he walked over. That voice sounded suspiciously like his own!

*

"Oh, God, Chakotay." the voice murmured. Paris stopped, he didn't want a better look now! His imagination filled in the rest of the

bedclothes very easily. He was lying in bed and the Commander was down with his head at his other self's groin. That head was

moving in a very suggestive fashion, a globe moving the blue covers in slow, languid movements.

*

"Uh, ohhh!" his other self groaned.

*

Paris looked for a chronometer, found one. It showed the hour as 0400, but there was no date on display and his hand moved right

through the chronometer. He wasn't visible to his other self, lying in bed and moaning right now, either.

*

Paris turned himself around and forced himself to listen and watch. Maybe one of them would say something that would help him

locate them time-wise.

*

"Uh, uh, oh, ooh, yeah!" his other self groaned.

*

"Oh, come on!" Paris complained to himself. "You talk better than that when you're in bed with a girl and she's giving you head. Is

that all you can do, uh, uh, oh?"

*

The covers bucked in double arcs, the other Paris was lifting his legs onto Chakotay's hidden back and his hands were going down

to that globe of a head. Mph, at least that covered up the obscene movements!

*

"Ah! Uh-ah, ah, ah!" Paris groaned. "Oh, God, Chakotay, I'm coming! Oh, uh, uh..."

*

Paris covered up his ears, he couldn't bear it. It didn't help, he heard every utterance.

*

"...uh, uh, huh, huh, huh, HUH, HUH..."

*

In desperation, Paris broke out in song, to drown himself out, the least sexual song he could think of. "Oh, the day came alive, on

Regullus IV, When the circus came to town..."

*

"...HUH, UH, OH, GOD, UH, UH, UH, UH-UH-UH-UH...."

*

"...All the boys and girls with their flaxen curls, were jumping up and down...."

*

"...UH, HUH, HUH, HUNKKKKK-KUHH!!!!"

*

"...And the High Minister, with his golden scepter, couldn't even make a frown...."

*

"AH, AH-HAH, A-HAH, UH, UH, UH, uh, hah, hah, hah, hah! Whew!"

*

"...For the music played of the Emerald Maid, 'cause the circus came to town!"

*

"Oh, man, Chakotay, you're the best!" the other Paris said. "Oh, yeah!"

*

The blue sheets were moving. When the hell would this all be over? Time to see himself dead again, wasn't it?

*

Chakotay's head popped up on top of Paris' chest. "You liked that?"

*

"That's an understatement." the other Paris said earnestly. "Where'd you learn to suck cock like that? I thought my head was going to

explode?"

*

"Which one?" Chakotay said.

*

That earned a far louder laugh than Paris thought it deserved. Was this other him a total idiot?

*

"Both of them." the other Paris said at last. "Can you teach me how to do that?"

*

"Aw, jeez, not now!" Paris begged them. "Talk about something. Let me know what day it is! Anything!"

*

"Think you're able to learn it?" Chakotay asked him. "It takes a lot of practice, you know."

*

"I know!" Paris said. "Don't get into it now!"

*

"I'm ready to learn."

*

"Aw, jeez!"

*

"Well, then, there's no time like the present."

*

"Of course not!" Paris sighed.

*

Chakotay threw off the covers and rolled onto his back. In the low lights of the room, his body was a dark collection of orbs and

ovals that caught the light in arcs on their tops. His penis stood up like a tower among the hills. Paris looked away and out the

window. "Now, if you'll get into the right position, I'll start you off on the basic techniques at first." Chakotay said.

*

"I know how to suck cock!" Paris groaned. "I don't need you to show me right now!"

*

"Gee, I don't know anything about this." the other Paris snickered. "I'm going to need a lot of practice. A whole lot."

*

"God, what are you, Tom, demented?" Paris demanded. "It's a dick! You stick it in your mouth, and you hold it with your lips and

you bob up and down. What's to fucking learn here?"

*

"Well, the first thing you do is work up a lot of saliva in your mouth."

*

"Why?" Paris demanded.

*

"Why?" His alter ego wanted to know, as well.

*

"Because it makes it easier to take it all the way down and into your throat, of course."

*

"Oh, gag! I'm going to be sick!"

*

"Oh! Makes sense." At least with a mouthful of spit, this insipid alter ego wouldn't be talking any more.

*

"That's it, work up a lot of it. Now, take it in your hand. That's right."

*

Paris had to look. He knew it was sick, he knew what he was going to see! Still, he had to look! He just had to!

*

To see Chakotay's cock in his hand. Brown as the rest of him, maybe even a little darker. Uncut. "Jeez, Chakotay, that's a monster

you got on you." Paris said, impressed in spite of himself. It stuck up past his alter ego's hand by over half its length. "No way I'm

sucking that monster. Voyager can fucking blow up first!"

*

"Now take it in your lips and mouth. Don't try to take it all the way down, just get it nice and wet from the spit in your mouth."

Chakotay lectured.

*

Paris watched as the shiny spit drooled out of his alter ego's mouth and over the turgid organ. It poured out in foamy masses.

"Muh-MUH?" his alter ego queried.

*

"Yeah, like that." Chakotay said. "Now you work up some more spit and get to pushing it into you."

*

His alter ego's throat moved and then his mouth slid down over Chakotay's roaring hard-on. Chakotay groaned as the other Paris

managed to get well down the thick shaft, lacking only an inch to having covered it all.

*

"Whoa, I knew I was good, but I didn't think I'd be that good!" Paris said of himself.

*

"Very good!" Chakotay praised his companion. "Now just hold it there. Don't try to move just yet. You have to learn to suppress the

gagging reflex first. So just hold it steady. If you start to gag, don't spit it out, just let go of some of it, and then take it back when the

gag passes."

*

Paris found himself with a rampant erection. Looking at himself sucking on Chakotay. He had never imagined himself in this position,

but now that he was in it, so to speak...well, it was pretty hot viewing. "I just hope they don't ask me to bring a videocamera along."

he muttered.

*

Hesitated, and then reached down to grasp his erection. "Still, as long as I'm stuck watching this, I might as well enjoy the view."

*

"You ready for more?" Chakotay asked.

*

"Oh, yeah!" Paris assured him.

*

"Mm-hmm." The other Paris mumbled.

*

"Hey, it's not polite to talk with your mouth full." Paris said and chuckled. Wondered if, when this was over, he'd be in the future

where he was dead, or back with Chakotay. What if he zapped back and Chakotay was standing there and he had his dick in his

hand, pumping it? What would he say? Oh, just got to watching the two of us in the future and decided to play along?

*

He let go of his pud. Another time, perhaps, when he knew more.

*

The scene was getting darker. Had they lowered the lights? Paris stepped up to get a closer look as he vaguely heard Chakotay, as

if from a distance. "Okay, now, get your lips moving slowly. Don't take it all the way down. Just a tight grip on the foreskin will do

the trick. Uh, yeah, like that..."

*

The view changed, and it wasn't sudden. Gradually, an overlap appeared and the other view was dark. Very dark. Soon it was

totally black. Wherever he was now, there were no light panels working.

*

"Lights." Paris muttered. "I have to remember to bring a light with me the next time, too."

*

He was struck with an idea. Reached down and fumbled, found a small piece of something-or-other. Dried and hard with many

projections, it could be anything. But it was small and it would do, he stuck it in his pocket.

*

"Now, I just wait until I get back again." Paris said. "And I'll have a souvenir they can take apart, instead of me."

*

As his eyes adjusted, he saw a small slit of light in one side. He made it to there, though something large and bulky blocked his travel.

He decided after much effort that it was some sort of oblong tube hanging down from the ceiling, covered in some hanging stuff. He

made it to the door and found the manual override. A simple twist, and the door opened, and Paris looked out into a similarly

deserted corridor as the last time. Looked back to see what the obstruction had been.

*

It was a body, dangling through a hole in the ceiling. Paris walked over in the better light of the opened door and got a good look.

*

Whistled. "Sorry you're dead, buddy, but frankly, you're the most hopeful sign I've seen to date." he assured the corpse and walked

away into the corridor. Further down the corridor was his dead self. Paris noted with interest that the body, which had been face

down before his last visit when he turned it over, was now face-up. He had had an influence on this timeline. "Maybe if I'm lucky, I

can start up the computers on my next trip and figure out the events that way." he said. "I'll have to talk with Dr. Shudan, too."

*

That was when the world began to fade. Paris found himself back in the Ready Room and turned around to see Chakotay.

*

"Is there something more?" Chakotay said, looking at him.

*

"I was just gone again." Paris said. "Didn't you notice?"

*

"I wasn't looking at you." Chakotay conceded. "Let's call up the room recording and see what it says."

*

That took only a moment's notice, as the Ready Room, being a conference room, was often called upon to "replay the minutes."

They focused on Paris as he started to walk out.

*

That Paris blinked. He was gone for about a half-second, and then reappeared in his same posture.

*

"That explains why you didn't notice." Paris said.

*

"What happened?"

*

"I spent a very uncomfortable fifteen or twenty minutes watching you and me making love in the early morning hours in the Captain's

cabin." Paris said. "For the record, the other me said that you were terrific."

*

"I'll bear that in mind." and Chakotay smiled slightly. "No idea of the date on that?"

*

"No, but I'm not that sure it matters." Paris said. "Then I got zapped to that deserted Voyager. And...I picked up a souvenir."

*

He pulled the object from his pocket and Chakotay jumped back and Paris flinched. He had picked up a mummified human hand.

"Uh, I thought it was some inanimate object. It was dark. But I did manage to get a better look. I know whose hand this is."

*

"Whose?"

*

"Harry's. It was his body I saw and this hand came from."

*

"Tom, Harry's body was blown out into space. We haven't recovered it yet. I'm debating if we even should or not. Rather like a

space burial, after all."

*

"Yeah. The thing is, there's no way this Harry Kim died in outer space. He died in whatever killed that ship. I'm not traveling into the

future. I must be slipping sideways, into alternates."

*

"Maybe. Let's see what Dr. Shudan has to say." Was Chakotay's only answer.

*



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*

Dr. Shudan was extremely upset when Paris told him of the second set of episodes. Doing a clicking sound which the Doctor

informed him was the Cartilian equivalent of "tsk-tsk-tsk", he appraised Mr. Paris' condition with rising dismay.

*

"There is now no alternative at all." Dr. Shudan said. "We must repair the damage to you immediately. It is far more extensive than I

thought. We must return immediately to Sickbay."

*

Finding poor Harry's body on the burnt-out ship made Paris agree. The future he was seeing there was obviously an alternate. And

he certainly didn't need to see himself sucking on Chakotay again, that was for sure. He wondered if that was a true future. He

couldn't imagine himself getting that close to Chakotay that quickly, whatever the circumstances were!

*

On the turbolift, there was the familiar darkening around him. "Oh, shit!" Paris said. It was happening again. Still, one final ride on the

temporal roller-coaster wasn't all that bad, now, was it?

*

The phase-over took longer this time. He heard voices calling him, dimly. Only his name, a thoroughly familiar set of sounds, came

through clearly, the rest was unintelligible. Funny, it sounded like Harry's and B'Elanna's voices were in there, too.

*

He finished the transition, looked around. An ensign was walking by, she smiled and nodded to him. "Mr. Paris." she said.

*

"You can see me?" he asked. Or tried to. To his astonishment, he was unable to speak.

*

Instead he heard his voice, as if coming from nearby, respond, "Ensign Oguna." quite casually as his own head bobbed a greeting of

its own accord.

*

He sorted out the sensations of movement now, he was walking, and not choosing to walk.

*

Right into Chakotay's quarters. Inside, he now recognized the room of the last phase, now lighted. Funny, he had been in Chakotay's

quarters some weeks ago, and it held little or none of these items in it. Maybe this was another alternate and the whole temporal

future shift was just some sort of mis-diagnosis by Dr. Shudan.

*

Chakotay was working at his terminal, and Paris saw it was the duty roster. Got a quick look at the date, though this Paris he was

somehow "riding" from within wasn't paying attention to it.

*

The date was the upcoming week. This had to be another alternate.

*

Then his view shifted to a close-up of Chakotay's neck and Paris felt his lips press fervently down onto that dark flesh, the

almost-salty tang of his skin. His lips moved without his volition, and he was sensing everything, and controlling nothing. He kissed

and nibbled Chakotay's neck, while Chakotay lay back against him.

*

"You're working too hard." he heard himself say.

*

"You don't work hard enough." Chakotay said back to him, smiling at him from close, so close by.

*

"But I play hard enough to make up for it." and now his lips reached for Chakotay's own.

*

God, they felt great! Chakotay's arms were going around him, awkward in their angle, but feeling wonderful just the same. The arms

of a lover, Paris realized. Not a casual fling, not a tentative gesture ready to be removed if the moment had been misjudged, this was

a complete taking of himself with the confidence behind it that the act would be welcomed and the permission given long before.

*

Paris rode along as he sat down in Chakotay's lap as Chakotay swivelled away from the display.

*

"You're insatiable, you know that?" Chakotay said to him. "How many times a day you want to do this, anyway."

*

"Until I try it and you don't want to." Paris responded. "After that, we can come up with a schedule we can both live with."

*

Chakotay tilted his head. "That sounds reasonable."

*

"You want to?"

*

Chakotay smiled and those lips met his again.

*

Love in the first degree and experienced second-hand, the oddest damned feeling. Paris felt the love he had for Chakotay, this other

Paris that is, and it was genuine, deep and lasting. He was home, his search was concluded, his heart was established on its course.

*

Damn, it felt good! Even like this, even as a parasite upon himself, it felt so damned good! He relished the feel as his hands wrapped

around that large chest, squeezing against the chair back. Relished the hands that stroked his own chest and his own back,

unhindered by anything but the clothes he wore. Felt his cock grow rigid as a duralloy cylinder, painfully caught within his clothing.

*

"Ah, ah!" he grunted, and the release via his alternate's voice was welcome. Paris wondered how much he was sharing in this, and

how much he was stealing from his alternate. No matter, it felt terrific just the same.

*

Chakotay's hands were on his crotch, pulling at the clotures there and fishing within.

*

Yes, oh, yes! Paris groaned within. Come on, Chakotay, take it for me. Please, take it!

*

Those warm fingers upon his rock-hard erection were a blessing and the pull of the dun fingers were intoxicating and addictive. He

didn't want this moment to ever end. Let him be lost, so long as he could stay here! Riding this wonderful alternate's life, trapped but

happy, delirious with joy, forever!

*

Chakotay let go, ending the kiss, and Paris groaned with frustration, both inside and without. But Chakotay's hands shifted, he rose

with massive exertion, and now Paris was being carried by him in his arms. He rested his head on Chakotay's shoulder as he was

carried into the bedroom, and dropped into a sitting position on the side of the bed like a maiden about to be ravished.

*

Chakotay was pulling at his clothes. "We'll have to be quick." he said. "I have a meeting with the Captain in an hour to go over the

crew duty rosters."

*

"She can wait." his alternate said.

*

Captain? Definitely not his time-line. Janeway, too, was dead. His other friends and shipmates were gone, only Chakotay was left.

And if this turned out as good as it was shaping up to be, he'd take Chakotay and be glad of it.

*

His alternate was hastily yanking his clothes off, and Paris was glad not to be distracted by this. He was spending his time watching

Chakotay. The jacket was first, a firm, decisive hand along the clotures and it parted, to show the firm body with jutting pectorals,

obscured now only by a skin-tight t-shirt. The jacket fell to the floor...and his view was interrupted as his alternate looked down at

his own jacket, to open it.

*

Now the boots, and Paris just could see Chakotay beyond his alternate's concentration upon his boots, watched the t-shirt follow

the jacket to the floor.

*

His boots were off, and the socks followed rapidly.

*

And Chakotay's foot came up into his lap. "If you please, Mr. Paris." he said.

*

Paris felt Chakotay's boot in his hands, the cool smoothness of synthleather, but he was watching Chakotay as he pulled off the boot,

which suited him. He felt the silly grin on his face, saw the reciprocating smile on Chakotay's, the feel as the boot came off and he

dropped it on the floor, and the sweaty feel of the sock which followed it and then...

*

Then he was leaning over and kissing Chakotay's big toe! The foot was smelling as feet do after a long day of being encased in cloth

and leather, heavy, raunchy, odorous, and he was...he was loving it! The spherical toe with its hard nail was in his mouth and he was

kissing, no, now he was sucking it!

*

Chakotay groaned from the feel, and Paris suddenly realized that this was a first for Chakotay, too. He sucked that toe like a

candy-roll, and ran his tongue over the bottom pad in circular motions, the horny pad formed from contact with the boot at one side

feeling like a button beneath the skin.

*

Then over to the next toe, this one mashed against its mate, but he slid his cheek between them and gave it a thoroughly

tongue-washing as well. Chakotay was gasping with the pleasure of this act, and that gave Paris pleasure by proxy, for this was the

man he--the other he--loved and doing this, even this, was a joy. One by one he took the toes in his mouth, and washed them with

his tongue, then sucked them clean and dry again, even the tiny elliptical last toe.

*

Chakotay was lying on the bed, helpless in the sensations Paris was giving him, his cock jutting out his trousers, his other leg still on

the floor, still covered in the boot. Paris was fishing his own trousers off as he ministered to Chakotay's foot, and then he began to

lick the bottom of the foot, long larruping strokes of his tongue, as if this foot was a massive ice-cream bar, his mouth was filling with

a heavy musky oil from Chakotay's foot and yet he wanted it, all of it!

*

He had his own clothes off now, and now his hands moved up while his mouth still worshiped Chakotay's foot, his hands moved up

to Chakotay's groin and Chakotay was gasping as he fumbled along with Paris to get his trousers open and Paris was pulling them

down to mid-thigh while Chakotay groaned.

*

"Oh, God, Tom, how do you think of these things?" Chakotay breathed huskily. "Every time I think I have you figured out, you pull

something new."

*

"Got to keep your interest up." Paris heard himself say. "As well as other things up. You just lay right where you are, Chakotay,

because I got plans for you. Don't you move a muscle, you hear me?"

*

"All right." Chakotay gasped. "But hurry. The Captain."

*

"Screw the Captain!"

*

"No, thanks." Chakotay chuckled. "I have you, now."

*

Paris was at their table, and he was unsurprised to see his hands fish out a tube of lubricant. Well, at least he wasn't going to suck

Chakotay's cock. His mouth was still heavy with the taste of Chakotay's foot!

*

His alter ego put the mouth of the opened tube to his anus and squeezed it hard. Paris felt the thick ointment squirt up inside himself.

Criminy, how long had his alternate been up to this sort of thing? His ass took it like a long-accustomed action!

*

And he was now fumbling the ointment in his asshole with one hand while he knelt down and Paris saw that big Indian cock rising up

at him and knew that he wasn't getting out of the cocksucking part after all.

*

Still, it couldn't taste worse than the foot, could it?

*

It tasted...like honey. A definite sweet taste to it, somehow. The precome boiling out of the cockhead like lava down a volcano's

flank, that was salty. But the cock itself was quite sweet-tasting. He was able to relax (like his other self had) and enjoy the feel of

this hot organ pulsing in his hand and under his mouth and tongue.

*

Then he rose to the top and the cock was in his mouth. Hey, that wasn't so bad. All thick and warm and sort-of alive inside of him.

He gripped with his lips and pushed down and then pulled back up again. Not bad at all! He could get into this, especially the way

his commanding officer was now groaning beneath him. If only he could get a little of his own back during all of this.

*

But his alternate had other plans and he was just along for the ride. After a brief interlude of cock-sucking, Paris released the slimy

organ and was standing up on the bed and straddling Chakotay, then lowering himself down. Paris braced himself for the impact.

*

A large presence at his anus. It felt like an orange instead of a plum-sized cockhead. But he was well-lubed, his body relaxed and

opened for it, and it slid in without any major obstructions. Well, he had probably been riding Chakotay's cock for some time, from

the way they were acting. Not surprising he had gotten used to it. It didn't feel that bad inside of him.

*

Soon he was seated on Chakotay's groin, and a thick pole was buried inside of him.

*

Paris looked down at Chakotay and the Paris within looked at him. Such a look of happiness and peace on his face. And

tenderness, too. No wonder he had given himself to this man, if this was the bounty he gained from it.

*

His alter ego was bouncing up and down now, and Paris-inside gasped at the incredible feel of being fucked. It was like his insides

had lit up like an active console. The most amazing sensations were racing up his spine into his brain; it seemed to originate at a spot

just at the top of his coccyx.

*

"Ah, ah, ah, hah, hah!" he was groaning, and Paris didn't blame himself one bit. This was absolutely great! Man, what he'd been

missing out on! He got back to his own Voyager, he was going to jump his ship's First Officer so fast he wouldn't know what had hit

him! Never going to let him go, either! Just let the ship drift while they stayed in his cabin and fucked like rabbits!

*

He was panting heavily and his legs were cramping up and his tempo was ruined by that.

*



Chakotay seemed to sense this, and when Paris dropped to his knees, he rolled them both over. Paris ended up on his back, his legs

high in the air, and now he was being actively fucked by Chakotay.

*

"Oh, yeah!" he groaned. "Come on, fuck me harder, fuck me harder! Oh, yea-ah-ah! Uh, uh, uh!"

*

Chakotay was grunting as well, low, gutteral sounds that seemed to well from deep inside of him. "Huh-huh-huh-huh-huh!"

*

"Oh!"

*

"Huh, ah!"

*

"Oh, oh, oh!"

*

"Ah, ah, ah!

*

"Oh, oh, oh yeah, yes, yes, uh, uh, uh!"

*

"Ah, hah, hah, hah, hah!"

*

"UH-UH-UH, HUH-UHHH!"

*

"AH, HAH-HAH-HAH-HUNKHHH!"

*

Joy ripped through Paris' brain as his body erupted. He was spraying himself wildly, with massive streams of widely-spurting jizz

flying about like so many rain-drops. Chakotay's wads were pumping into his ass, hot seed that churned inside of him, filling him full

even as his body emptied itself with flying pearls of salt-scented jism.

*

Paris had never felt such an incredible orgasm before. It was like his cock wasn't the originator of the climax, that it had boiled up

from within instead. Like it was Chakotay's cock supplying the both of them, and his body was only responding in this way because

that was the way it understood. He looked up at Chakotay, eyes blurred with desire and dimmed by half-closed eyelids, and knew

that this was the greatest moment he could ever hope for. And it wasn't even his!

*

No matter, he was here for it anyway. When Chakotay's body stopped flailing atop his own, when his own body was overcome with

a heavy lethargy, and Chakotay lay down to rest atop him, Paris felt a sense of ineffable peace steal over him, and with it was born a

protectiveness as well. This was his man, his lover, and nobody had better try to hurt him, or they'd face Paris!

*

At the same time, he felt protected. They were a pair, a couple, joined to face the world together, and this sharing of their bodies

wasn't the end result of the joining, it was a celebration of it.

*

Paris looked into the exhausted face and felt his own face smiling gently. Chakotay looked into his eyes and smiled back.

*

"You feel better now?" he heard himself say.

*

"I was about to ask you the same thing."

*

"I feel great."

*

"I wish we could just take a few weeks and spend them together someplace." Chakotay said wistfully. "We have so little time

together on this ship."

*

"But we make up for it when we do get the time." his alternate said. "Now I have to get down to Engineering, and you have to get

that crew roster ready."

*

"Yeah." Chakotay sighed, and reached up to kiss him. "I love you."

*

"I love you, too." Paris said. And Paris within understood exactly how much he really, really meant those words.

*

He remained a passenger even as they dressed, kissed again, and then separated, Chakotay going back to his station in their

quarters and Paris leaving to go down to the bridge. Paris-inside was happy, until he had a horrible thought.

*

He always started with this universe, and then ended up in the one where he was dead. If he went to that other universe now, would

he become...dead?

*

He felt himself stop, a passing ensign asked, "Tom, are you all right?"

*

"Just felt funny for a moment." Paris said. "A sudden shiver all over."

*

"They used to say someone walked over your grave." this young man responded.

*

"That's a good idea of how it felt. Like I felt dead." He shook his head. "Well, no matter. I have to get to Engineering or B'Elanna will

rip my head off."

*

"I'm surprised you're able to work for her, after dumping her a few months ago." This ensign was chatty.

*

"Captain had a talk with her. These things happen. I'd better move, though."

*

"So long, Tom."

*

The phase-out caught Paris along the route, just outside of Engineering.

*

It was slower than usual, even. The voices were now almost screaming at him, but there were so many talking at once, he couldn't

figure out what they wanted. Seven of Nine was the clearest, she said, "Mr. Paris, return to your station at once. Mr. Paris, this is

Seven of Nine, you must obey."

*

"Fine!" he shouted back. "But I don't know where I am."

*

"Follow my voice." Seven of Nine responded to his surprise. "Focus on my direction."

*

The other voices were silent. "Captain, I have him."

*

"Tom." Janeway said. "Follow us. This way. Hurry, please, we can't keep the gate open much longer."

*

"I'm coming." Paris was, though he couldn't have named a direction. But he felt himself moving...somehow. Movement without

motion or direction. No matter, it was the right non-direction, it would do.

*

Paris opened his eyes. Seven of Nine and Captain Janeway were standing over him.

*

"Tom, are you all right?"

*

"I am now." Paris said. "What happened?"

*

"You've been delirious for hours."

*

"I was." Paris sat up. "Time-jumping can do that to you."

*

"Time jumping?"

*

"Where's Dr. Shudan?"

*

"Who's Dr. Shudan?" Janeway asked.

*

Paris shook his head. "Must have been a dream. Really weird and long one, too. We'd been attacked by the Cartilian Alliance

defensive grid, and I was given a time-treatment to heal me by Dr. Shudan Except it made me slip about in time, and I ended up in

two other alternates. I can't tell which one was worse. In one I was looking at myself dead, and in the other I was...." Paris paused.

"Well, let's not get into that one. But it was weird. So was the first one, you were dead and Chakotay was running the ship. There

was this big hole on the bridge, the whole front had been blasted away. And I was sliding around like crazy."

*

"No matter, Tom." Janeway said. "Welcome back."

*

"Good to be back, Captain." Paris said. "Am I free to move about now?"

*

"Of course." Seven of Nine said. "You are now cured."

*

"Great!" Paris said. "Man, I didn't want to be in any of those three universes I was visiting."

*

"One does not select one's universe." Seven of Nine pontificated. "It selects them."

*

"I guess." Paris said. "Hey, what's wrong with the lights?"

*

"The lights are functioning normally." Seven of Nine said from a distance.

*

"Hey!" Paris said as the scene faded. "This was all over with!" he yelled. "It's not fair!"

*

Darkness and voices again, this time far away once more.

*

They brightened and he was looking once again at Dr. Shudan.

*

"We nearly lost you that time, young man." Dr. Shudan said. "But I have stabilized you, I do believe."

*

"I'm back?" Paris said. "I thought I was back, in the other time-line. It was so...normal."

*

"All time-lines are normal." Dr. Shudan said. "But we each belong in only one of them."

*

"Yeah." Paris said. "Well, if I'm cured this time around, I'd better get to work on the bridge. I have to rebuild a navigational station."

*

And think about a certain fellow-officer while he did it.

*



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*

The grueling hours of work that followed were enough to begin to let Paris put the entire time-slipping ordeal behind him. The tedium

of running circuits and hooking in wires and attaching gel-packs were enough to let him forget these other places, which obligingly fell

into the parvenu of dreams.

*

God, though that last universe was attractive. His friends all healthy and with him. Here, he had to get used to the idea of so many

deaths--Janeway, Harry and B'Elanna. Guess that would make Tuvok the new First Officer. Well, Tuvok was a competent man.

*

"Tom?" came Chakotay's voice.

*

"Yes, Chakotay?"

*

"Let's take a break." he said. "You've been at this for nearly twelve hours."

*

Tom got up and his body told him Chakotay was right. "Uhh!" He pressed his hands to his back and then stretched. "Okay. This

station is nearly operational. At this point, I really do need to wait for those two guys to finish up in the Jeffrey's tube so I can crawl

in myself." Tom gestured at a double pair of legs protruding from a nearby hatch. "How long will you guys be?" he asked them.

*

A voice answered. "Another two hours, at least."

*

"I want your opinions on how to fill in the breaches in our bridge crew." Chakotay persisted.

*

"Sure." Tom yawned. "Let's get something to eat while we're at it."

*

In the mess hall, they took their picks of Neelix's dishes and carried them over to a table. Tom sat down. "Well, Tuvok gets First

Officer, of course."

*

"Yes." Chakotay seemed unconcerned. "And Seven of Nine for Chief of Engineering, that's also obvious."

*

"Which leaves us figuring out who to put into...Harry's position at Ops."

*

Tom sobered. "God, it still hasn't sunk in yet. We get through so many scrapes with our crew intact, and then get blasted by a...a

mistake."

*

"It nearly cost us you, as well." Chakotay said. "We'll get supplies from the Cartilians which will arrive in another four hours' time,

and can use them to repair the hull breach."

*

"Good." Tom said. "I keep looking out at that big hole in front of us, and every time something floats by, I have to stop and make

sure it's not a body. It never is, thank God."

*

"You saw your own body and it doesn't seem to bother you as much." Chakotay pointed out.

*

"Oh." Tom waved his fork airily. "That place felt wrong from the very beginning. Like even at first look, I knew it wasn't my own

future."

*

"You felt more at home in that other place?" Chakotay cocked an eyebrow.

*

"Well, it's certainly more fun than this place." Paris threw the conversational ploy right back at him.

*

"You nearly stayed in that other place this last time." Chakotay said. "How would you have felt being stuck like that, being a ghost

and watching the two of us in a relationship?"

*

"Oh, I wasn't just watching this last time." Paris said. "I was participating, sort of. Kind of like I was riding around in my own head.

Seeing, hearing, feeling everything that other Paris did."

*

"How was it?" Chakotay said very carefully.

*

Paris considered it. "Good. For that Paris, anyway. He was really happy with you. Very much in love. I could feel it, even while he

was sucking on your big toe."

*

That startled Chakotay. "Sucking on my big toe?"

*

"They were making love." Paris said. Somehow he couldn't bring himself to look Chakotay in the eye, now that he'd said it. And why

the hell had he said it? "And the other me was being...creative."

*

"Sounds like it." Chakotay said and they both paid total attention to their food. After a fairly long silence, Chakotay cleared his

throat, added, "Sounds like fun."

*

"Oh, it was." Paris agreed. He did look up now. "I think that if I had to pick among all the universes to be in, the ones that I've seen,

that may be the one I would pick. That me is so damned happy. His life is...well, all settled. He's found who he's looking for and

ready to settle into it, and just..just be happy the rest of his life."

*

"I can understand that." Chakotay said.

*

Seize the moment! "Chakotay, this is not something I thought I would ever ask you." Paris said quickly. "But...well, is there any...any

chance that...?"

*

"I was wondering the same thing." Chakotay said softly. "But let's get this ship back in order and back on track, first. Maybe then,

we'll...have time to consider this." He stood up and his voice returned to its neutral-official tones. "Give some thought to the Ops

station. While you're waiting for the crew to finish with the Jeffries tube, I suggest you take a nap. Be back on the bridge by...."

Chakotay looked at the clock. "1900 hours."

*

"Yes, sir." Paris said. As he watched his new Captain walking away, he felt a big silly smile on his face. It had been there quite some

time. And it wouldn't go away. It felt wonderful.

*

He went to his quarters and lay down. Eighty minutes of slumber, which would probably have to do him for God knows how long.

He intended to make the most of it.

*

Lay there and watched the world recede into darkness.

*

And then he was back on the blasted Voyager. Sat up, looked around. Where was he?

*

Oh, no! He felt his skin. Dry, withered. His hand, skeletal and shriveled by vacuum.

*

He was in vacuum, had been in vacuum all this time. It was cold, cold!

*

He was a zombie. Moving about, but feeling very emotionally undetached.

*

Trapped here. For how long?

*

Find out the time. If this stretch of corridor had power enough for lights, he could tap into the computer and find out what time it

was. Any computer's temporal circuitry had independent batteries. All he needed was enough power to trigger the read-out.

*

His fingers were stiff and uncooperative. It took him fifteen minutes or longer to wire the circuits from a door panel. Doors had a

very simple chronometer in them, to let them automatically lock at certain hours should its occupant desire.

*

He finally was able to trigger the read-out.

*

The display was a month in the future. Shit, this was a future timeline, after all.

*

Still could be an alternate, though, Tom, he told himself. Harry's body, after all. You picked up his hand, remember? No Harry in my

timeline, not any longer. Harry is dead.

*

The darkness returned, and it was very welcome. Voices yammered at him again. Dr. Shudan, he told himself, you didn't fix things

after all!

*

Wondered where he was going next. It took a rather long time.

*

And he was lying next to Chakotay. Was his alternate asleep? He wasn't doing anything, just sitting up in bed and looking over at the

sleeping form. His body told him that they were both nude, he was partially lying over Chakotay, and Chakotay's balls were pressed

against his upper leg.

*

Looked at that strong form, that well-built chest. Well, this Tom was madly in love, he could touch it, couldn't he?

*

Reached out and touched that chest, and surprised to see he was doing it himself. He was in control this time.

*

Chakotay roused and looked up at him, smiled. "Is it time to get up?" he asked.

*

Paris turned and looked at the chronometer. 0630. "Nope. We still have an hour to go." he said, stalling for time, to think! He

controlled this voice! He controlled this body! What the hell should he do? He knew this universe was an alternate. Ask for help?

Warn about the other universe he kept seeing, where they were presumably all dead? But which future was that, this one's or his

own?

*

Chakotay's arms were around him and Chakotay's lips were pressing against his. Damn, it was tempting to just give in, enjoy this!

But it wouldn't be right...

*

He pushed Chakotay away, got out of bed. The big guy looked hurt. "Tom, what's wrong?"

*

"Uh, Chakotay, this is kind of difficult to explain. I'm not this universe's Tom Paris. I'm...I'm an alternate, which has somehow gotten

dumped into your Tom Paris' body. He's still in here, sleeping maybe, but me, this me, is from another universe."

*

Chakotay was puzzled. "Is this for real?" He got up, as well.

*

"It's not a game, Chakotay." Paris said. "I...I was riding along on one of your...escapades before. I was just a passenger that time,

this time I'm in control. This is only temporary, I only have a few minutes. But right now, I have got to use this time to be sure of a

few things. Then I'll fade away and your Tom Paris will be right back again."

*

"Very well." Chakotay rose to the occasion. Odder things had happened in the last five years. "What can we do to help you?"

*

"First, I need to know the date. Computer, what is the date?"

*

"Stardate 45389.2."

*

"Shit. Six months into the future. For me, anyway. Chakotay, do you recall the Cartilian Alliance? What happened there?"

*

"Of course." Chakotay said. "Tom, you had this...this gut feeling that we had to stop the ship, and we did. A good thing, because we

launched a probe and it was blasted a few million kilometers in front of us by that array."

*

"An alternate." Paris sighed. "Lucky you. In my timeline, I didn't have a hunch, we didn't stop, and the Cartilian defensive array

blasted Voyager. It cost us Captain Janeway, Harry and B'Elanna, and nearly killed me, as well. The Cartilians used their cure on

me, which has me slipping around in time like now, ever since. Except they thought they'd cured me this last time. And one future

vision, which I just got through visiting, has this entire ship thoroughly dead." Paris shuddered. "God, I was dead. Somehow

I...reanimated my own corpse and found out it was one month into the future. Except it has to be an alternate, because Harry's body

was also on that ship. It was cold, so damned cold, being dead."

*

Paris found himself shaking. God, the next time, what would happen the next time he visited that dead ship? Alive but dead again?

Or just plain dead?

*

Chakotay's arms went around him. "Tom, stop thinking about it. You're here now."

*

"Yeah, but I...I may have to go back again." Paris said. "Chakotay, what if next time, I don't make it? Every time I end up more

involved with the other universe. What if next time, I'm stuck for good, really stuck? Dead stuck?"

*

"When you get back to the Cartilians, tell them. Get their help. They aren't a cruel people, just very xenophobic. Refused to even

deal with us directly. We had to go around their sector of space."

*

"Did they, now?" Paris said, thinking hard. "But they're very helpful to us. Even bringing up new supplies to help us fix Voyager."

*

"You said this sort of thing after your warning about the Cartilian Alliance." Chakotay said.

*

"Huh?" Paris looked up at him, confused at the change in the conversation.

*

"Right after that warning, you were delirious for several hours. Seven of Nine had to use Borg technology, to affix your timelines, she

called it. You talked about these alternate universes back then, remember?"

*

"You're asking the wrong Tom Paris." Paris said. "I'm from six months ago. Except...except maybe I did visit that timeline. I was in

Sickbay and Seven of Nine was there and the Captain, and they'd said I was delirious."

*

"You were. You seemed fine, then you weren't again. Seven of Nine had to put you right back under her machines again."

*

"Yeah!" Paris said. "That was me, the wrong me, in that body. And I'm back again, six months in the future. Did I say anything else?"

*

"No." Chakotay said. "After the second treatment, you were fine. Until today."

*

"I have got to think about this." Paris said. "But after I get back to my own universe. Things are too screwed up right now."

*

Paris sat on the bed, and so did Chakotay. Paris looked over at the big, nude body, at his own. "Six months." he asked. "If I am

from the same base time-line after all, when did you and I get together?"

*

"Right after the Cartilians." Chakotay said. "You sort of started chasing me. I always did wonder just why. Not that I mind. It's

turned out so well."

*

"Yeah." Paris said. "Uh, I have to ask a rather embarrassing question. Do you remember the first time I sucked your big toe?"

*

"How would I forget that?" Chakotay smiled.

*

"When I came up to you, you were working on duty rosters, do you remember that?"

*

Chakotay thought. "No, I was reviewing old files from the computer when you walked up. Captain wanted to talk about crew

assignments and duties, and I was reviewing past duty rosters and ship's performance. Trying to figure out which person did best in

which job."

*

"Oh." Paris said. "That explains that. I took it as meaning that I was in an alternate."

*

"Then you kissed my neck, and I had to sort of wing it with her, instead." Chakotay said.

*

"Well, this ought to be my last intrusion into your life." Paris said. "I just want to say, that time I was riding along as a passenger? I

felt everything the other me felt."

*

"Yes?"

*

"He loves you. He really, really loves you." Paris said.

*

Chakotay smiled. "I never doubted it."

*

"Enough to make me think about chasing you when I get back."

*

"Oh!" Chakotay said. "And that explains that, too."

*

Paris felt the darkening. "I'm leaving now." he said quickly. "Good-bye."

*

"Good-bye, Tom." Chakotay said.

*

Tom jerked awake as the alarm went off. A dream? No way! He slapped the bedside comm unit. "Dr. Shudan, please."

*

The screen lit up. "Yes, Mister Paris?"

*

"Dr. Shudan, I need to speak with you right away."

*

"Certainly."

*

"I'll be right over." Tom got up and got dressed. He had the answer to what the Cartilians could do to make up for their attack on

Voyager.

*

He had all the pieces of the puzzle now. All he had to do was reassemble these fragments back into a unified whole.

*



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*

Dr. Shudan was first astonished, and then scornful. "No, I can't send you back into your personal past arbitrarily. It's not possible."

*

"Why not?" Paris asked. "I've been bouncing around time like a child's ball for the past twenty-four hours. Didn't you say you had

yanked me out of the past, or something, to fix me up?"

*

"Yes, but...."

*

"Then what's the problem? You send me back to before Voyager encountered the grid, I ride along like I just did in my own body,

controlling things for just a couple of minutes, stop Voyager, they send out a probe like they would in a case like this, and we avoid

all the deaths."

*

"You persist in thinking of time as linear in nature, because you travel it in a linear fashion." Dr. Shudan said. "But like a scavenger

bug traversing a wire, there is more to the temporal plenum than your single timeline even if it is all you can see or sense!"

*

"Well...then explain to me why we can't do it." Paris said.

*

"If the plenum were in fact a universe, we could do it. If time was as linear as you think, we could do it. But the universes of the

plenum are continually splitting off, millions of times per second. From the time you and I first spoke until now, this universe has

become a multiverse, created a multitude of universes much like this one. As they split up, they alter their quantum states. Your

quantum state now is not what it was when you first encountered the grid."

*

"So I'm not asking to go back and live there. Just put me into my past self's body and in enough control that I can speak up. Just a

few words at the right time will be enough."

*

Dr. Shudan looked at him long and hard. "If I tell you the true reason, will you let this matter be and accept this universe as it is?"

*

"Maybe." Paris said. "Depends on what you're about to tell me."

*

"It is not possible to travel in the single-sided fashion you describe. The mere act of traveling into a past universe is that the act itself

causes that universe to split into two. You travel back in time, and you merely create two universes, one in which you stop Voyager

in time, and one in which you do not. You are already in the universe where you did not stop Voyager. You would return, and

nothing will have occurred. If you can return, for you will be composed of a single universe's quantum state which is trying to become

two, and both will pull at you. You risk your life and you accomplish nothing, merely increasing the number of alternate universes in

the temporal plenum. If your body's essence could withstand being distributed among these new universes in the plenum, you would

still, one of you, end up right here, with things unchanged. The other would return to a universe in which he was successful. Overall,

nothing has been accomplished."

*

"But if I go back...."

*

"Young man, let me phrase it this way. The mere act of your deciding to go back has undoubtedly already caused a split. You

argued me into doing this for you, and I have done it...in another universe. Do not compound this state by persisting, my people have

enough trouble tracking and dealing with the temporal plenum as it is."

*

Paris was very unsatisfied with this explanation, but he said, "Well, I still have some temporal misalignment. It happened while I was

sleeping, but it happened. That or I had some very elaborate, very clear dreams."

*

Dr. Shudan plied his instrument. "Odd, you should have been cured. It is as if you have absorbed additional temporal dislocation

since our last scan. We will place you back under the temporal fixator, and I shall provide you with the temporal inertial locator per

your Captain's instructions. The Doctor will have to substitute for Seven of Nine, fortunately the procedure is simple."

*

The Doctor and Dr. Shudan used the device on Paris again, who was quiet, thinking about it. Dr. Shudan was puzzled. "These

readings are very odd. It is as if...but this cannot be. You are within the Cartilian grid."

*

"What is it?" Paris asked.

*

"Never mind." Dr. Shudan said. "But I must return to my people at once. I will leave the temporal fixator here in case you should

need regular treatment with it from now on. It is quite possible, given human's peculiar chemical composition, that you'll need daily

treatments for the rest of your life."

*

Paris accepted the inertial locator being attached to his neck, a tiny device smaller than the head of a straight pin. He also selected a

tricorder to keep with him at all times. At least they would get some real readings if it happened again.

*

He had to go talk to Seven of Nine.

*

But she was in her Borg regenerator, and would be for the next six hours. Paris went in search of someone to talk to.

*

Chakotay was on the bridge. A Cartilian freighter had arrived, and the bridge was a morass of worker-technicians, human and

Cartilian, installing the new bulkheads. The navigator's station and the Jeffries tube he needed to access were both quite blocked,

and he was useless here save as a pair of extra hands.

*

He started to go do just that, but Chakotay stopped him. "Tom, sorry I missed you. I was going to comm you to go ahead and

sleep, but you were with the Doctor. These repairs will take until tomorrow and there's nothing here you can do."

*

"I already took a nap." Paris said and looked at Chakotay. "In fact, it looks like I've slept longer than you have recently."

*

"I have to stay and supervise these repairs." Chakotay pointed out.

*

Paris looked. "The First Officer needs to supervise. Tuvok's already here. You're sitting in your chair, watching them push plates into

position and fasten them into place? Where does this require a Captain's touch?"

*

"Tom...."

*

"Hey, Tuvok, are you able to handle this supervision by yourself?" Paris said.

*

"Certainly." Tuvok replied. "The work is proceeding satisfactorily and is quite uncomplex and fundamental in nature."

*

"That's what I said, though I used smaller words to do it. Then you, O Captain my Captain, should take your own advice and sleep."

Paris said.

*

"A Captain has to understand his ship."

*

"Which you can pick up with a briefing from Tuvok tomorrow morning." Paris said.

*

"And where does an Ensign have the authority to tell a Captain what to do, Mr. Paris?" Chakotay said.

*

"In the universe just next door, you know the right I have." Paris said. "I'm borrowing that authority for a moment. I just got back

from there."

*

"Well...all right." Chakotay said. Then, after a pause. "Care for a drink?"

*

"Yes, sir." Paris grinned.

*

Chakotay's quarters were the same as they had been, nothing here spoke of the larger room he had seen in his temporal travels.

*

Chakotay pulled out a bottle of synthehol as well as glasses, not from the replicator but from a box he had in his room. "I replicated

all this back during our last period of prosperity. Figured I'd better put in a supply for when times got lean."

*

"A wise move." Paris said.

*

"Never know when romancing an alien may save Voyager." Chakotay said and smiled, but his hand trembled when he poured the

drinks.

*

"Maybe I shouldn't stay too long." Paris said, seeing that.

*

"No, please, I couldn't sleep just yet." Chakotay pressed him. "I did try, the same time you did, but it was useless."

*

"Why?"

*

"You haven't heard the full status of Voyager. You've been too busy dealing with your own problems."

*

"Go ahead." Paris said.

*

"We took several hits from the grid. All of them penetrated our shields like they weren't there. The Cartilians use a modulated

mutiphasic beam that just cut through our bulkheads like, well, you've seen the hole on the bridge."

*

"Yes."

*

"Voyager has twelve of them all over the ship. Three are in the warp nacelles. Voyager has 25% impulse power only, and until we

do a complete re-outfitting of her warp core, we're not going anywhere very far or very fast."

*

"So what do we do?"

*

"That's why I can't sleep right now." Chakotay said. "The Cartilians are escorting us to an M-Class planet just outside their grid some

distance away. Voyager can set down there until we can effect repairs. If we can effect repairs."

*

Paris was still. "I see."

*

"Trouble is, any M-Class undeveloped world will take a lot of effort, building shelters, planting crops, domesticating useful animals,

developing the land and a supply of potable water, preparing for the seasonal changes. It's a full-time job for this small a number. Am

I wiser to try to fix the ship, or should we concentrate all our efforts on establishing the colony?"

*

"No way to fix Voyager in orbit?"

*

"You haven't seen the holes." Chakotay repeated. "Even with Cartilian help it would be difficult. And frankly, they don't feel that

guilty about the attack. They're right, we should have realized it was a defensive array and would attack us. We depended upon our

shields, and they were ineffective. They don't mind putting in new bulkheads, but they're not willing to give us the advanced

technology we'd need to fully repair Voyager. They don't even have warp capability and don't want it. Their ion drives are fully

capable of travel within their worlds inside the defensive array and they feel no need to travel outside the array. Even Voyager was

not helped by them until they opened a hole in the array and we went inside. You nearly died before then. The Doctor says you did

die, but Dr. Shudan swore it was not yet too late, your 'essence' was still inside you, he said, whatever that means. So he patched

you up with Seven's help."

*

"Yes, Seven of Nine." Paris said. I have an idea of how to help Voyager, but Dr. Shudan won't help me. He just blamed it all on the

temporal plenum and the multiverses where everything can and will happen. It borders on fatalism on his part. I want to go back and

try to stop the attack on Voyager. I don't see why I can't go back and...and prevent this universe from happening by rearranging

things soon enough. Those two futures I keep seeing are enough to make me sure that fatalism doesn't cut it. I say free will permits

me to choose which alternate I end up in. I intend to try, anyway, if I can. With the Captain's permission."

*

"Talk with her first, see if she feels it is feasible." Chakotay said. "It'd be worth it to me to get the Captain back in her chair instead of

me." He drained the glass.

*

"Now you need to get some sleep." Paris prompted, gulping down his own. Even synthehol, in a fair-size, half-full glass, made him

gasp.

*

Chakotay stood up and winced.

*

"Problems?"

*

"Just a stiff back." Chakotay said. "I wrenched it when the bridge bulkhead gave way and it's too minor a complaint to waste our

energy on fixing it. I'll be fine in a day or so. Barely held onto my chair arm long enough for the emergency shield to activate, another

few seconds and I'd have gone out into space as well."

*

"Why didn't I, if I was pretty much toasted in the attack?" Paris asked.

*

"You weren't burned in the attack. A piece of bulkhead smashed you down to the deckplate. Broke every bone in your body near

as I could tell. But it held you down when the air escaped."

*

"And I survived that?" Paris asked.

*

"I thought you were dead. You certainly weren't breathing and your blood was pouring out like...but when the Cartilians arrived, they

looked at you and said you could be cured. So I let them. What did I have to lose? What are you doing?" Paris had walked over

and was now guiding Chakotay by the shoulders toward the bed.

*

"There are more ways to fix muscle pain than with a regenerator, you know." Paris said. "I picked up the art of massage while in

Marseilles."

*

"What sort of massage?" Chakotay asked while unfastening his jacket, letting Paris remove it and the T-shirt beneath. "Swedish,

Japanese, Rigellian?"

*

"No. Erotic." Paris said. "For the girls, you know. But it will still work on you."

*

"Just watch your hands, Ensign." Chakotay said as he lay face-down on the bed.

*

"Watch them what?" Paris asked. "I'll need some lubrication."

*

"Tube of hand lotion in my bathroom." Chakotay said.

*

Paris took the lotion and squirted it into his hands, warmed it by rubbing them briskly together, and then plied them over the strong,

brown back. "Where does it hurt?" he asked.

*

"A little...ah! Right there."

*

"Here?"

*

"Ah!"

*

"Yep, that's the spot." Paris said. "Right shoulder trapezius, huh? Why there?"

*

"I was using that muscle to save my life at the time." Chakotay said. "I only had one hand holding on. It was closer than I care to

remember clearly, my fingers had begun to slip and I had just let go when the shield came down. I flew three feet toward the hole

before I landed."

*

"Whoa, bad thoughts." Paris said. "The important thing in massage is to relax. Think about pleasant things. Let's talk about pleasant

things."

*

"Like what?"

*

"Oh, my last trip in time, maybe? This last time I was in charge of my body. Both times, but that first time was not a pleasant thing, so

let's talk about the other time. Turns out that the alternate is six months into the future. I thought it was parallel because the other you

had been looking at an old duty roster when I walked up to you and kissed your neck. The other me, that is, I was a passenger. But

I asked and that's what you said. Some time had passed from the last visit, but you remembered it."

*

"How would I remember that?" Chakotay asked. His body was beginning to relax under Paris' careful ministrations. He was careful

at first not to press too deeply. Let the muscle relax slowly, by degrees.

*

"Because a short time after that, I was sucking on your big toe. Made it memorable, I guess."

*

"I'd think that was memorable, all right." Chakotay said. "The image of that has been the only thing to smile about for some hours for

me."

*

"Well, you'll have to keep imagining that for quite some time." Paris said firmly. "I don't suck on big toes until at least the third date. If

then. The taste was pretty grotty. Bleah!"

*

"I'm sorry. I think. Should I apologize for my alternate's feet here?"

*

"Not any reason to that I can see." Paris admitted. "Just be sure to wash your feet regularly when we get that far."

*

"Okay. So, the last time, you were in full control?"

*

"Yeah, and we had a quick talk, that Chakotay and me."

*

"Just talk?"

*

"Well, I thought about more, but it wouldn't have been fair. Kind of adulterous, don't you think?"

*

"Hmph! I don't know. Is it?"

*

"It was for me." Paris said. "If I'm going to have sex with any Chakotay in the, uh, temporal plenum, it'll have to be with you, and that

only when I'm good and ready."

*

"Except for the time before last?"

*

"Hey, I wasn't in control there. Just experiencing it. Through the eyes of a Paris in love, no less."

*

"How was it then?"

*

"You asked that already."

*

"I want to hear it again, from this angle. How was it?"

*

"Pretty damned good. Makes me want to try it for myself. But you're too tired now for that." Paris now had the muscle fully pliable.

He took more lotion and began to work Chakotay's entire back. "Just relax and go to sleep now if you can. I'll slip away quietly

when you do, okay?"

*

"Okay." Chakotay murmured. Paris had just finished his back when the first soft snores began. Paris slipped off, killed the lights

manually, and then out the door.

*

His comm badge went off the instant the door closed. "Paris here." he responded.

*

"Dr. Shudan here. Are you still thinking of trying to go back and change things in the past, despite my warnings?"

*

"What do you want?" Paris said instead of replying to the question.

*

"Because if you are, come down to Sickbay and I'll show you something interesting the last ship of my people brought in."

*

"On my way."

*

Paris walked into Sickbay and was dumbfounded. The figure on the table sat up and said, "Hello, Tom. Well, I'm back."

*

Paris' mouth worked like a fish and finally he got out just two words, "Hello, Harry."

*



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*

"What's wrong, Tom?" Kim grinned. "You act like you've just seen a ghost."

*

"I think I just have!" Paris said. "Dr. Shudan, how...how could you...?"

*

"It's merely a matter of reawakening the essence, which permits any sort of repair to the body. We could repair the massive trauma

you suffered and the explosive decompression of Mr. Kim, once the essence was revived."

*

"So you can raise people from the dead?"

*

"Dead?" Kim asked.

*

"You persist in thinking in terms of timelines again. It is not a discrete line, it is a plenum, as I have said, wherein all things are

possible."

*

"With power like this, I can see why you have to hide behind a defensive array." Paris said. "Harry, how are you feeling?"

*

"Fine." Kim said. "A little disoriented, maybe. Dead?"

*

"Temporal dislocation." Dr. Shudan sighed. "It seems to be a side-effect of the human metabolism."

*

"Then what of Captain Janeway and B'Elanna."

*

"Their bodies have not entered Cartilian space." Dr. Shudan said.

*

"Bodies?" Kim asked. He was still ignored.

*

"What?" Paris said. "But...we can go get them. Send out a shuttle and ...."

*

Dr. Shudan cut him off. "We had to open part of the array to let your ship into our space, and we will open it one more time, to let

you out near the planet we have selected for your people. This is a grave risk to our entire people and we will not risk further

incursions."

*

"Incursions?" Paris asked.

*

"Surely you realize that the defensive array was not built without a reason." Dr. Shudan said. "The fact our enemies have given up

their long siege of us does not mean that they do not watch for us to weaken. No, we have done all we intend to. If their bodies ever

do approach Cartilian space, then we will consider opening a small hole to let their bodies enter, as we did with Ensign Kim's."

*

"Bodies?" Kim asked again.

*

"Yeah, Harry, you and I were dead for a while, apparently." Paris said. "The Cartilians have the ability to raise people from the

dead."

*

"Nonsense." Dr. Shudan said. "The essence must still be inside the body before we can even tap into it. It is simply a physical fact

that humans keep their essences longer than a Cartilian would, we were surprised to find that we could revive this young man. I'd be

astonished if we could revive anyone else at this late date. Really, now, I must return to my own people. Your Doctor program

knows how to work the temporal fixator in case you should need further treatments. Now, if you'll forgive me, I am leaving now and

for good. I only returned because of the discovery of Mr. Kim."

*

"We were dead?" Kim asked.

*

"Oh, yeah." Paris said.

*

"And he restored us to life?"

*

"Apparently."

*

Kim looked at Dr. Shudan, who had gathered up some tools and obviously about to leave. "Uh, Dr. Shudan...thank you."

*

"Not at all." Dr. Shudan said. "Good luck, young humans. May your temporal dislocations be controllable." He looked at Paris as if

to say something more, then shook his head and left.

*

"Harry, what's the last thing you remember?" Paris asked.

*

"The Doctor asked me the same thing." Harry said. "You and I were playing pool and then suddenly, here I was."

*

"You lost more time than I did." Paris said. And he caught Kim up on everything that had happened.

*

Kim was startled, of course, and he and Paris spent some time comparing notes. Kim seemed to have none of the problems that

Paris did with the "time traveling" feature, and Kim showed appropriate sympathy and amusement.

*

"So you keep popping into a relationship with Chakotay?" he asked. "Tom, I didn't think you had it in you."

*

"Neither did I." Paris said. "I mean, I've been at loose ends ever since I broke up with B'Elanna, but I sure didn't think I'd be giving

up on women entirely."

*

"Have you?" Kim was startled.

*

"Let's just say that I'm not as disturbed by the idea as I used to be." Paris said. "Traveling around in that other Paris' body sort of put

it in a different light." His comm badge bleeped. "Paris here."

*

"Mr. Paris, could I see you in my quarters?" Chakotay's voice said.

*

"On my way." Paris said. He looked at Kim. "Our new captain is awake." He checked the chronometer. "And after only two hours'

sleep. Someone is going to have to take care of him, or he'll work himself to death. Got to go, Harry."

*

"Later, Tom."

*

Paris went to Chakotay's quarters and saw Chakotay was at his desk. "Couldn't sleep?" he queried as a greeting.

*

"Not for long." Chakotay said. "Though I do feel rested now, thanks to you. I signed on for ship updates. We've picked up Ensign

Kim's body and Dr. Shudan has revived him?"

*

"Yes, sir." Paris said, smiling. "I've just been talking to him."

*

"As senior officer, I should have been informed at once." Chakotay said, frowning.

*

"I don't know why you weren't." Paris admitted. "But no real harm done, is it? Maybe they wanted to wait and see if they could

revive Kim before talking to you. Or they were too busy. Or the Doctor checked your biorhythms and decided you needed sleep

more."

*

"It's a breach of protocol." Chakotay pressed. "I had best assert my command authority in some conspicuous manner right away.

Some of the Starfleet personnel may not be eager to see a former Maquis assume command."

*

"We've been out here too long for that to be a problem." Paris assured him.

*

"Still, I'd like to get your opinion on how to best make the changeover." Chakotay said. "Why don't you get comfortable and we'll

discuss this. I still have some of the synthehol." and he smiled.

*

He's chasing me, Paris realized. God, why didn't I see it sooner? From the moment I told him about that time-travel episode, he's

been chasing me.

*

Well, he responded to himself, in that case, what are you going to do about it, Tom?

*

"I think that's a great idea." he said and smiled.

*

To his surprise, they spent a solid hour discussing just that subject, how to best acclimate everyone to Chakotay's assumption of

command, and further how to let everyone know that their next stop would most likely be their last. They discussed it in great detail.

Then they re-discussed it. Finally, Paris realized that Chakotay had himself stuck. His excuse to talk to Paris had become a trap, and

he could not figure out how to tactfully divert the conversation from that subject to themselves. Well, when it came to busting right

through things....

*

"There's one other thing we need to get the crew used to." he said.

*

"What's that?" Chakotay asked.

*

"You and me dating."

*

"Are we?"

*

"Well, I certainly hope so." Paris said. "The alternative is too awkward. We could have covered this subject in five minutes at a staff

meeting, you know."

*

"I know." Chakotay admitted.

*

"Chakotay, I'm not going to bite you." Paris leaned forward, regretting that Chakotay had no couch, only these two chairs,

well-separated.

*

"It's not that." Chakotay shrugged minutely, shook his head. "It's just that the ship is in chaos, we're about to run ourselves ashore

permanently minus our Captain, and here I am thinking about...this instead."

*

"Think of it as a recreational break." Paris urged. "You can't spend every minute worrying about the ship. She has a good crew

tested in fire, we'll handle things as they come, and we don't need to be watched every second. Everyone knows what to do and is

doing it. You're vital to us, Chakotay, but we don't have to own your life."

*

"Okay." Chakotay said. "So now what?"

*

Well, the chairs were at least armless. Paris stood up, picked up his chair and took it over and placed it next to Chakotay. Sat back

down again. "We start here, I think."

*

"Makes sense."

*

Paris put his arm around Chakotay's shoulders. "And then we go to here."

*

And Chakotay leaned around and took Paris in his arms, kissed him fervently. Paris was startled but tried to kiss back well enough

to show he enjoyed it.

*

Done, he was a bit breathless. "And I think you already know the rest."

*

"I have a pretty good idea, yes."

*

"Then I'll leave it in your hands, my Captain." Paris said.

*

Those lips were so hungry on his. They blazed against his own! Then the fire left his lips, to travel over his cheek, to nibble his ear

and down his neck.

*

"Oh, oh, God, Chakotay!" Paris sighed. He had the hardest damned erection he'd ever had. When was the last time he'd been this

turned on, this quickly? Starfleet Academy? Women took wooing, and charm, and distance and time. They were eminently worth all

of these things, but it meant learning to turn off your glands until the time was ripe and all the amenities had been observed. Another

man demanded none of this. Just give your body to me, now! And his own body was right in tune with the unspoken command, it

was ready to be given, now! Right now!

*

Chakotay's hands tugged at his uniform, and it fell open for him, as if eager to leave Paris' body. This, too, was new; women never

undressed him, he had to undress them. But Chakotay's hands had his jumpsuit open to the navel now and was running his hands

over Paris' chest and stomach and his lips, still filled with fire, were working their way down as well.

*

Paris groaned a slow, long moan of lust. Chakotay was taking him, taking him completely. And he was loving it! Loving it! Not giving

him time to reciprocate, Chakotay's chest pressed now against his stomach and groin, and the fasteners were out of his reach. The

archaic button at the waist was next, as was the slightly more modern zipper below that (ever since a prankster had marketed a small

device that, pointed at a Starfleet uniform, caused all the openings to fly apart, the magnetic clotures repelling instead of attracting,

these archaic fasteners which were not similarly susceptible were used to prevent impromptu involuntary exposures by such devices -

thus reintroducing the human male to such near-forgotten traumas as the broken zipper and the too-hasty refastening - ouch!).

*

"Hmph! A jockstrap." Chakotay said as he exposing the white cloth. "I had always suspected as much."

*

"Nope. Briefs." Paris said.

*

"Look again." Chakotay invited him.

*

Paris looked down. He was wearing a jock! "When the hell did that happen?" he asked. He knew darned well he had donned briefs

when he awoke from his nap! Blue ones!

*

"It's not important." Chakotay said and gnawed at the distended, bulging cloth.

*

"I guess not." Paris said, his mind subsiding with the pleasure of the cloth-dulled teeth gripping at his penis, pulling the foreskin up and

tightening it briefly before releasing it.

*

(But he didn't even own a jockstrap! What the hell is this? And why hadn't he noticed the difference in the feel?)

*

Chakotay pulled down the white jock and tucked it beneath his balls, and then took the turgid tube into his mouth.

*

"Uff!" Paris said. God, that felt good!

*

Chakotay slavered all over his cock and then bobbed his head on it firmly.

*

"Oh! UH! Oh, God!" Paris moaned. He'd never had a woman be this wonderful on his cock. How long had Chakotay been at this?

He'd never noticed the big Indian with anyone, male or female, regularly! Holodeck constructs? The programs were permissible, but

considered in bad taste, still, a commanding officer all alone like Chakotay may have....

*

Chakotay gave his balls a quick tug and shifted into overdrive.

*

"OH, GOD!" Paris groaned. However Chakotay had learned or kept in practice, this was fucking terrific! His balls were practically

boiling. "Oh, Chakotay, slow down, I'm going to explode!"

*

But Chakotay didn't stop in the slightest. He wants it quick, fast and dirty and then ready for his own helping, Paris decided. He let

go of his control, and let the orgasm take him, which it promptly did.

*

"Uh, uh, UH, UH, UHHH!" Paris groaned and shot his load into Chakotay's milking lips. Chakotay gulped him down as quick as he

pumped it out, and kept sucking until every last drop had been drained from the very depths of Paris' balls.

*

"Oh, oh, oh, man, Chakotay, you're great!" he said. "How...uh, I mean, how?"

*

"You ever heard of Compartment 42?" Chakotay asked.

*

"Oh, yeah!" Paris agreed. Ever since the sexual liberation of mankind some centuries before, every space-going group, which was

left to its own resources for weeks and months on end, selected an area known as "Compartment 42", which was the impromptu

name for the meeting place for homosexual relations. It could be awkward, in a group, so the morals of Compartment 42 permitted

disguises, and it was always located in an out-of-the-way place. A person could slip down to it, find a quiet nook, and don his

shield-mask, which obscured his features while giving him total freedom of movement, and from there, he was simply one of the

faceless group waiting inside. Smaller ships only held "Compartment 42" meetings once a week, but large ships often were designed

and labeled so on the specs - Compartment 42, with very comfortable accommodations and opaque shields in the surrounding

corridors, that would lower as needed to help assure anonymity. "But I didn't think Voyager had one."

*

"We made one, soon after being brought here." Chakotay agreed. "It's down on Deck 12, not far from Engineering. "Four times a

week, with times staggered to let all shifts have their chance."

*

"Oh." Paris said. "I never had occasion to ask about it. I should have realized. Now, O Captain my Captain, if I may provide you my

less expert but very eager attentions?"

*



"Be my guest." Chakotay smiled.

*

"Okay if I strip you and put you on the bed first?" Paris said. "Since I can't possibly perform as well as you in the finale, I need to

make up some points in the preliminaries."

*

"I like the way you think." Chakotay said and walked over to the bed.

*

"No, let me undress you." Paris insisted. "Just stay standing there until I lower you down. You are now in my hands."

*

He used every trick he had ever performed on wide-eyed young female ensigns, and found them working very well, from the slow

unfastening of the magnetic clotures, to the delicate strokes of the breasts (he had never considered men's breasts, how alive they

were with sensation and how much they fed the need; Chakotay moaned as Paris touched, and stroked, and kissed them, just as

much or more than a woman would), to the lowering of the cloth around the body until it fell in a heap around Chakotay's ankles.

*

Then he lowered Chakotay to the bed, wouldn't let him sit there on its edge, but pushed him down completely, so that the huge

organ he had seen before through another Paris' eyes was now the tallest part of him, before giving his attentions to the boots and the

crumpled uniform. At least the design was unisexual, he was able to remove them with reasonably adept motions.

*

Then he removed his own clothing quickly and lay on top of Chakotay, and kissed that big, brown body all over until he had tasted

every square inch. Chakotay had showered before the invitation to come over, he realized, the skin was so clean and even lightly

touched with...that was Risan body-scent, their "Slow Arousal" formula! Kissing this scent brought the kisser pleasure, chemical

stimulation. God, he was getting horny all over again, after that incredible orgasm!

*

Panting, he kept his control and kissed slowly until Chakotay was groaning, his hands locked onto Paris' head and only just avoided

pushing him downwards. Good, he had his new Captain fully stimulated and ready for release, he moved down and lapped at the

large, sweet-tasting shaft.

*

The scent was even stronger here. Chakotay had dosed his dick with "Slow Arousal!" God, Paris was moaning, and he took his

hand down and pumped his organ.

*

"No, Tom, come around this way." Chakotay said, understanding his need.

*

Paris gratefully complied, and when Chakotay's lips again wrapped around his cock, he dove onto the spit-slicked prong and stuffed

it down his throat the way his other self had done.

*

Gag! Choke! Cough reflex!

*

He released it and coughed, then went back down more carefully this time. He wasn't that other Paris. Talents and abilities didn't

translate over. He remembered very well how it felt, but couldn't call upon that feeling to make his own body obey, like

understanding the Valerian language without a translator. You could understand it as much as you wanted, but without their multiple

mandibles, you were unable to speak it without mechanical help.

*

They fell into a tempo, Paris finding the stiff prick much less difficult to handle now that he had slicked it up completely. He was able

now to take it quite well within his mouth and even into his throat so long as he didn't dally about keeping it there. That trip into the

future had paid off that much, anyway, he remembered Chakotay's instructions to that other Paris and needn't repeat that mistake.

*

Need took over the tempo, Paris was lost in a ballet movement of motions, that sent his cock deep into Chakotay while giving

Chakotay's cock equal play inside himself. Chakotay's cock reached the boiling point, and Paris realized from the frenetic moans that

Chakotay was near his orgasm. Again, he told his cock, now, do it now! And his cock obeyed, and when Chakotay's groans

reached fever pitch, he was able to shoot his diminished load along with Chakotay's.

*

Hot salty slime sprayed into his mouth, and Paris choked, but sternly told himself that this was something he would NOT reject! He

had eaten worse things at Neelix's buffet table! He swallowed it with the same grim determination, that this would not hurt him, it

would benefit him, he would take it and learn to love it. He managed to drink Chakotay's sperm with only a slight dribble escaping

one corner of his mouth.

*

He fell into lassitude when done, suckling Chakotay's spent cock in a tender moment of post-coital intimacy. His mind felt detached,

floating.... Oh, no! Not now!

*

Voices again. Many of them.

*

"No, go away!" he told them. "Not now, please! Go away!"

*

"Captain, we have him." Seven of Nine said again.

*

"Mr. Paris?"

*

"No, you're not calling me back again! I won't go!"

*

"Mr. Paris, we can't keep this link very long. Please respond!"

*

"No!" Paris said firmly. "Later, I promise, just let me go! I can't go now, I can't! Chakotay needs me!"

*

"Very well." came the response. "We will try again in two hours' time."

*

"Thank you!" Paris said gratefully. "I'll be ready."

*

And the voices receded.

*

"Whew, that was close!" Paris said.

*

"Close?"

*

"I was nearly yanked away again." Paris said, and explained what had just happened.

*

"So you have to be ready in two more hours?" Chakotay said.

*

"I guess." Paris said. "I'd better expect it then, anyway."

*

"We'd better check your temporal locator." Chakotay said. "Seven of Nine will have to tap it for you. Seven of Nine!" he said,

tapping his bedside console, and Paris hastily scooted out of the viewer's range.

*

"Seven of Nine is in her regeneration chamber and will not be available for six hours." said the computer.

*

"That's odd." Paris said. "I asked for her over three hours ago, and got the same response."

*

"Computer, locate Seven of Nine."

*

"Seven of Nine is in her regeneration chamber and will not be available for six hours."

*

"The computer responded outside the parameters of the question." Chakotay observed. "Computer, who is near Seven of Nine's

regeneration chamber?"

*

"Ensign William Merritt."

*

"Ensign Merritt, report!"

*

"Merritt here."

*

"Go to Seven of Nine's regeneration chamber and check on her status. Something is wrong with her regeneration sequence."

*

"Aye, aye." Merritt responded. A brief pause. "Merritt here. Sir, Seven of Nine is not in the regeneration chamber."

*

"Computer, locate Seven of Nine."

*

"Seven of Nine is in her regeneration chamber and will not be available for six hours."

*

"This is not good." Chakotay said. "All hands. I need a full shipwide search for Seven of Nine. Do not depend upon the computer for

location or tracking. Priority One."

*

"Time to get back to work." Paris said, handing Chakotay his uniform.

*

Chakotay smiled. "Thanks for the break."

*

"My pleasure entirely." Paris agreed. He went out to help search for Seven of Nine. Ninety minutes later, he was certain that she was

not on the ship.

*



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Chakotay wouldn't let Paris help continue the search when the two-hour deadline approached; in fact, he insisted on both taking

Paris to Sickbay for monitoring by the Doctor personally, and in being present. It was embarrassing how quickly possessive and

protective he had become. Jesus, Paris thought, give the guy one roll in the hay and he thinks he owns you!

*

Still, he had to admit, strictly to himself, that having Chakotay nearby made him feel safer.

*

"Fifteen seconds to the projected deadline. Are you ready, Mr. Paris?" the Doctor said.

*

"As much as I can be."

*

"This will be interesting. A chance to evaluate the temporal dislocation as it occurs. I am monitoring you on several frequencies, as

well as using Dr. Shudan's equipment.

*

"Kim to Chakotay."

*

Chakotay slapped his badge. "Chakotay here."

*

"Tachyon discharge at the Cartilian defensive array. Sir, it's emanating from the point of our entrance into Cartilian space. And the

beam seems to be aimed in our direction."

*

"I am picking up a slight increase in tachyon particles." the Doctor reported. "Barely enough to register. Their quantum state does not

precisely match that of our universe. I conjecture its source is an alternate universe, and its tachyon nature is the source of Mr. Paris'

temporal problems."

*

"Hail the Cartilian vessel escorting us."

*

"On channel."

*

"Cartilian vessel, this is Voyager. We seem to be the focus of this disturbance at your frontiers. May we assist in any way?"

*

"Maintain your present course and speed. Our defensive array is capable of handling this incursion." the voice faded slightly.

*

"Tachyon beam intrusion up to seventeen percent above normal background radiation." the Doctor's voice was faded further still.

"They are definitely focusing on Mr. Paris."

*

"Can you block the beam?" Chakotay was a whisper. And other voices were drowning him out as darkness encroached around him.

*

"Mr. Paris." Seven of Nine said.

*

"I'm here." Paris said. It was like he had to respond to these voices. Like they were permitted to command him.

*

"Mr. Paris." Captain Janeway's voice said. "We cannot maintain this connection for long. Are you able to rejoin us now?"

*

"Rejoin you?" Paris said. "I don't understand."

*

"Mr. Paris, this is a direct order. You must enter the tachyon beam's wormhole and be returned to this universe. Come back to us."

Janeway said, but her voice was dimmer.

*

"Captain, I'm losing him again." Seven of Nine was fading with every word.

*

"Don't worry, we'll rescue you, Mr. Paris. We're not giving up!" And her shout was a faint whisper.

*

"Rescue?" Paris asked, to himself rather than anyone else.

*

"Temporal dislocation stabilized." the Doctor said, his voice clear, and Paris shook his head to refocus his eyes.

*

"Tom, are you all right?" Chakotay asked.

*

"Yeah." Paris said. "Just the voices again." And he related his experience.

*

"The other...Captain Janeway said she was rescuing you?" Chakotay asked.

*

"Yes. She called it a tachyon wormhole. Then she ordered me to return to her universe."

*

"Return." Chakotay mused. "Doctor, you were present during the initial...restoration of Mr. Paris. Is there anything you remember

that would support this assertion?"

*

"Not that I recall." the Doctor said. "Scanning my memory banks, I find several puzzling gaps, such as would be caused by brief

electromagnetic pulses. Seven of Nine seemed to understand the principles of the temporal fixator perfectly. I do recall them

discussing the number of alternate universes which would be involved in properly fixing Mr. Paris temporally."

*

"Oh?" Paris said. "So it wasn't an infinite number of universes?"

*

"Not at all." the Doctor said. "My memory on this is quite clear, because I questioned Dr. Shudan about it afterwards. I will give to

you his explanation. The number of universes is potentially equal to the number of atoms in our universe multiplied by the number of

their possible quantum states. A very large number, but not infinite, and it is diminished substantially by quantum equilibrium."

*

"I don't get the difference." Tom admitted. "That number is big enough to be infinite to me."

*

"The universes are diminished by quantum equilibrium?" Chakotay asked.

*

"I will show you the way Dr. Shudan showed me. He held both his hands out, palm down, side by side. "Think of this as our

universe's current quantum state. The equilibrium is stable only with both my hands are level with each other."

*

"Okay."

*

"I will now change the quantum state." He lowered first one hand. "But this state is unstable. I will now change it again." He lowered

his other hand. "This is a possible ending quantum state which is stable. "Now, let us turn back the clock." He raised his hands to the

same position as before. "Presume that we are back to our prior quantum state." He again lowered both his hands, but in different

order, left hand first instead of right. "What is the difference between the two ending stable quantum states?"

*

"None." Paris admitted.

*

"In this way, the plenum repairs itself. Only major quantum adjustments result in alternate universes. Minor differences are quickly

reabsorbed, as the molecular forces on the sub-atomic level have their own particular states of equilibrium."

*

"So the universes may be infinite, but small variations are smoothed out." Chakotay said.

*

"The number is further limited by the physical laws governing our universe. There are universes that will not occur because you are

unable to fly, or to move through space without life support and mechanical assistance, or even because you have two hands, instead

of four or a hundred, or none. There is no way for the quantum states to change in that manner. Therefore, the number of alternate

universes becomes something a sufficiently enhanced and powerful computer can comprehend and manipulate, at least within the

local nexus."

*

"Like the Cartilian defensive array." Paris said, suddenly understanding.

*

"Precisely." the Doctor agreed. "The reason they made no effort to revive you prior to Voyager entering their space is that they have

this region thoroughly mapped and tracked and are thus able to manipulate its temporal parameters. The Cartilians constantly

manipulate the quantum states themselves in order to maintain a singular universe. You might say that, within this region of space,

there is only one universe in the plenum, the one chosen by the Cartilians."

*

"Except something from outside is interfering with my piece of it." Paris said.

*

"Causing your temporal dislocations." the Doctor agreed. "Seven of Nine understood it much better than I. In fact, I think the Borg

know more about this than the Cartilians, a fact which seemed to upset Dr. Shudan a great deal."

*

"Ensign Kim?" Chakotay called out.

*

"Kim here."

*

"The tachyon beam which just struck us; can we duplicate that beam? Enhance it so that two-way communication between the

universes is possible?"

*

"Yes, sir, if we have the equipment available." Kim said, paused. "Yes, I can have the equipment set up in approximately forty hours.

Though we'll have to wait until it happens again to actually use it."

*

"Prepare the equipment and have it ready as soon as possible." Chakotay looked at Paris. "I want you by my side constantly

between now and then. Understand me?" And a small twinkle lit the otherwise-worried face.

*

Paris suppressed his smile--mostly. "Aye, aye, Captain."

*

"May I interject a comment?" The Doctor said.

*

"Go ahead."

*

"The time is now almost 0100 hours. You have both been awake far longer than is healthy for humans. May I strongly suggest that

you both go to bed now?"

*

"He read my mind." Paris smirked at Chakotay. "I was about to say the same thing."

*

"Very well." Chakotay said. "But you'll stay in my quarters with me." A perceptible pause. "Just until this matter is resolved."

*

"Oh, of course." Paris said.

*

They were in Chakotay's quarters a few minutes later. Chakotay turned and embraced him, and Paris was surprised at the ferocity at

which he was held. Was there trembling?

*

"Chakotay, what's wrong?"

*

"That other universe." Chakotay said, his voice husky. "They say they're going to rescue you."

*

"That's what she said to me."

*

"You belong over there." Chakotay said. "I can feel it. You died in this universe, and the Cartilians snatched you from that other

universe, and you belong over there. Not here." The trembling increased. "Harry, too. Everybody I care for in this universe is dead."

He moved back to arm's length, just his hands on Paris' arms. "You'll both go back and I'll be alone here."

*

"Chakotay, stop worrying." Paris said. "I won't go with her. This is Voyager just as much as that other place. Does it matter whether

I'm on this one or the other one? It's the same place. The Cartilians and I agree on that. And Harry, he's already from an alternate,

remember? So he jumped timelines one more time. Don't let them take us. I for one don't want to go."

*

"The Cartilians must think as you do." Chakotay said. "They must have had time wars of a nature we could never guess. So they built

their array and they stabilized their region so that it never varies. No more time wars for them, ever. But they plan to send us outside

their array in another week's time when we get to that planet. It's outside their array. The other universe can take you both, then."

*

"They can't keep this up. Next time they try for me, I'll tell them in no uncertain terms to stop even trying." Paris soothed. "Now let's

get in bed. I've got you now and I won't give you up without a fight."

*

The arms which had been so strong about him were now weak and uncertain. The body so strong and possessive was now so in

need of help. He gently guided Chakotay backwards to the bed and made gentle, calming strokes out of removing the uniform.

Slow, tender, relaxing gestures. Chakotay still trembled as he did likewise to Paris, and Paris had to help with the intricate motions.

*

Finally, nude, they lay on the bed. Chakotay's penis was totally limp, and Paris' hand and lips could not muster any response from it.

*

Chakotay was too afraid.

*

Let it be, he told his body. Let it be. He crawled up, atop Chakotay, to give only kisses and then to sleep.

*

"Fuck me." Chakotay said.

*

"Huh?"

*

"Fuck me, Tom." Chakotay begged him. "Please. I have some lubricant over there you can use. This may be the last time. I can't...I

can't let you go without having you with me one more time."

*

"But, Chakotay...."

*

"No. Please. I want this. If I can't have you with me, let me have memories, anyway."

*

"I'm not going anywhere. I promise you that."

*

"Part of me believes you. I believe you mean it. But you don't control those...those temporal dislocations. You may get trapped there

if they're fishing for you. All the promises you make may not mean anything. But you're here now. Give me now."

*

"All right." Paris said, though his own body had begun to shut down as well. You get in bed expecting sex, and then find it's not going

to happen, your body seems to generate some sort of counter-hormones. He was about as rigid as cooked asparagus! "But I'll need

some time."

*

Chakotay's lips sought his neck, his shoulders, Chakotay's hands sought his arms and back, and flame followed in their path. Warm

pressure points of fingers followed the muscles of his back down to the top of his buttocks, circled there at the small of his back,

moving the small hairs that live there. It was like those fingertips were pouring energy directly into his groin, or perhaps the initial lust

hormones hadn't totally given up the battle. His penis rose again and squeezed painfully against Chakotay's abdomen.

*

"Doesn't feel like you need that much time." Chakotay smiled.

*

"I guess not." Paris agreed. And there was a line of warmth on his thigh that spoke. "I think you're rising to the occasion, too."

*

The smile widened, his only response.

*

"Let me just grab that lubricant and we'll be in business." Paris said briskly. He rose up to sit straddle of Chakotay's right thigh, and

Chakotay's hand grabbed his cock and pumped at it. Paris strained over to reach the lubricant and closed his eyes, groaned. It was

like heaven, that hand on his body, caring for him as he moved on his duty. He grasped the slim tube and was puzzled briefly by the

cap, an old-fashioned screw-on type. Unscrewing it, he pressed a length of the rather thick grease into the palm of his hand.

Chakotay's hand continued its pounded motions, and small thrills of joy were racing through its wake.

*

"Uh, I'll need that back for a moment." Paris said. He rubbed the oil onto his penis, and it stayed in big smeary blobs on his prick,

not wanting to smooth out. "This stuff is heavy."

*

"Here, let me." Chakotay said, taking the tube. He squeezed some into his own palm and then rubbed his palms together and then

put both to Paris' penis. The warmed oil turned out to be very pliable, and Chakotay was soon able to coat his cock evenly with a

rather thick sheath of the oil.

*

"What about you, now?" Paris said tentatively. He was no expert in this! Some women needed lubrication, but....

*

"Not needed." Chakotay said. "That oil will take care of both of us. Just get to it."

*

This was a bit more familiar, raising Chakotay's legs up to his shoulders. Chakotay's hand guided him into position, and Paris felt a

very-familiar-feeling warm opening waiting for him. Not that different from a woman after all, is it? He thought to himself. But tight!

Tighter than a woman! "Gah!" He said as the muscles clutched at his prick, squeezing tight.

*

"Keep pushing." Chakotay coached him. "Don't stop until you have it all in. I'm just a little tense, that's all. It'll adjust."

*

It was tight, damned tight. He must have torn Chakotay some places, from the feel of it, the tightness, the quick give and the sudden

burst of warmth. But Chakotay's face showed nothing but pleasure all the way until Paris' balls were nestled against Chakotay's hairy

cheeks.

*

"Now, just rest there a while." Chakotay breathed to him. "I need to get used to it for a moment."

*

"Feels nice." Paris said.

*

"Yeah." Chakotay agreed. "Here, let me lower my legs a little now." Paris released his legs and Chakotay moved until he could wrap

them around Paris' waist, the lower heel resting on his buttock. "Now, slowly."

*

Paris moved gently, small strokes which barely moved his cock an inch in either direction.

*

"Ah! Ah! Ah-hah!" Chakotay sighed in time to Paris' motions.

*

"Like that?"

*

"Oh, yeah." Chakotay breathed.

*

"Okay if I move a little faster now?" Paris teased him.

*

"Yes. Please." Chakotay replied. "I'm ready for you now."

*

"Are you sure?"

*

"Get that butt moving, Ensign Paris." came the order.

*

"Yes, sir!" Grinning, slowly, Paris increased his motions, both in length of thrust/withdrawal and in speed. By degrees, he sped up

until he was comfortable with this position, this motion, their bodies were in synch and Chakotay used the purchase of his legs to

fuck himself back onto Paris, so that it was a cooperation of movement, a duet of lovemaking, both active and passive coordinating

the act.

*

It's almost like a woman, Paris thought to himself. Different, yes, but not different. Those feelings racing through his cock, for

example, now that was as familiar as it gets. The feel of Chakotay's anal muscles on his prong were milking at him, this was

not-quite-something a woman could do for a man. Not just this way. Like the difference in two grips, the way Chakotay's hand on

his cock earlier had been something new, unique.

*

"Faster. Come on, faster!" Chakotay breathed. "I need it faster, please!"

*

His legs pushed Paris into faster motion, and Paris let himself go to his lust, no longer being gentle, no longer being careful. Okay,

you want faster, he thought to himself, I'll give you the ride of a lifetime!

*

His legs slapped at Chakotay's buttocks, and he humped, pounded, savaged the brown body beneath him, eliciting only groans of

appreciation for his thrusts. And his cock was equally appreciative, he felt his balls slam up against his shaft and gurgle angrily, and

his body tensed/tingled in response. "Oh, God, I'm getting close." he gasped out. "I'm going to come!"

*

"Come on, give it to me, give it to me!" Chakotay begged.

*

Paris was beyond listening, beyond hearing. He had only limited control of his mind and body and none over the tempo of his thrusts,

now he was on full automatic, his primitive id running the show, with one objective, to pump out the salty boiling ocean in his balls.

His cock was on fire with passion, his blood pounded in his ears, his breath was a rasping roar in his lungs, and then, then, oh, then!

*

"Ah, ah, ah!" he groaned. "Ah, hah-GUHH!" He threw his head backwards, eyes closed as sweat poured into them from his beaded

brow at the abrupt motion, his universe was a tunnel at his groin, pouring into Chakotay, his seed, his life, was leaving him and he

didn't care! All was a warm primordial ocean hot with life, and he was part of that ocean, unfeeling, unknowing, but alive!

*

Done, wrung dry, he fell down atop Chakotay, hitting roughly but unable to recover, and barely to move, and he felt Chakotay

thrashing as he landed, realized that hot pools of stickiness were on his stomach, Chakotay had reached his orgasm along with Paris

and was still in its thrall, he felt Chakotay's cock pumping its last wads in rippling motions on his abdomen, felt the hot jizz as it barely

made it out of the turgid shaft, and how it stayed there, a puddle of mercury-like slickness.

*

So calm, so rested, so relaxed, like his world was so far away and...oh no! Not now!

*

No voices, at least. That was good. He wasn't ready for a battle of wits right away.

*

Waited until his world cleared again and he was looking at stars.

*

A viewscreen ahead of them. Stars and...a lot of shining discs in orderly arrangement.

*

The Cartilian array! He looked at his console, they were traveling towards the array!

*

Time? He punched the key to see the date. He was in the past, before the Cartilian array's attack.

*

Stop the ship! Reverse thrusters! His hands were playing over the console.

*

"Mr. Paris, what are you doing?" Captain Janeway said.

*

"We've got to get out of here!" he said. "The array's about to attack us!"

*

"Sensors show no energy build-up."

*

"Check the tachyon emissions!" Paris said. The Cartilians use temporal physics the way the Federation uses warp technology.

Engines in reverse at full thrust." The array was diminishing. "Thank God I was in time!"

*

"Ensign Paris, explain yourself." Captain Janeway said.

*

"The Cartilian array was about to attack. I must have stopped us just before we got in range. Captain, I just saved our ship and your

life."

*

"What?"

*

"The attack would have killed you and B'Elanna and Harry. And me! I've changed the past!" He felt elated. Why then did he feel so

woozy? The deckplates rose up and smacked him in the face.

*

Dimly, he heard the commands for assistance, Janeway ordering Kim to launch a probe to investigate the array. Thank God, he

thought. Nobody dies this time around.

*

But this time, the voices were talking at him. Dimly, as if caught off-guard, and too short to accomplish anything.

*

As he came into focus again, he saw a battle.

*

"The Cartilians are coming around again!" Kim reported. "They're locking onto us with transporters!"

*

"Abandon the bridge!" Chakotay ordered. "All hands to the inner decks! Stand by to repel boarders!"

*

Paris looked at the forward section of the bridge, the smaller viewscreen, the plates bolted into place to cover what had been a

gaping hole. A familiar-shaped gaping hole!

*

"Shit! This is my future!" he said.

*

"Tom, come on!" Chakotay begged him from the Jeffries tube.

*

"On my way!" Tom raced after him, but falling debris kept him from that tube.

*

There were two, thank God! He got onto the ladder and skimmed-slid down it to the next level below. A corridor, covered in some

debris, but still holding air.

*

An explosion and male scream from an area nearby. Paris ran to offer assistance and there.

*

There was Harry, hanging from the ceiling, one hand off at the wrist, blood pouring out of the severed arm. A very familiar scene.

*

"Oh, no! Not this one!" Paris said. He turned and went back into the corridor. Find Chakotay, fast!

*

But another explosion and all light vanished, and there was only the sound of rushing air around him...and darkness as he fell. Air

flew from his lungs with a force that he could not resist. Vacuum causes forces of fifteen pounds per square inch internally. Enough to

destroy your lungs and explode your body if it happens quickly. He was dying!

*

The wrong darkness, then the right darkness. And he was back in Chakotay's arms, gasping.

*

"Tom, what happened?" Chakotay said. "You vanished."

*

"Time travel again." Paris gasped for air. His lungs were horribly, horribly empty-feeling. He breathed in, and in, and in again, until

they were full. Breathed a time or two experimentally. No obvious damage, but get to Sickbay quick. "Chakotay, I saw our future.

The Cartilians will attack us. That universe in which I found my dead body and Harry's, it's this one! We've got to do something!"

*

He still had that temporal locator attached to his neck. He would have some answers at least very soon. "Computer, beam me to

Sickbay, stat!" he said and rose to his feet.

*

And the tingle of the transporter beam, he knew now, was very like the fingers of death.



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Paris was beamed into Sickbay and to his surprise, was met by the Doctor and...Seven of Nine! "Seven, when did you get back?"

he asked.

*

"Back from where?" she asked blandly.

*

"What has happened to cause an emergency beam-over to Sickbay, Ensign?" the Doctor asked.

*

"I went time-jumping again." Paris said. "You can pull out this temporal locator and get some readings on it. And do it quick,

because one of those was in our future and I mean this future, not an alternate--and we were being attacked by the Cartilians and

losing badly."

*

"Very good." the Doctor said. "Fortunately, I have been programmed by Dr. Shudan with the methods of reading the temporal

locator. Thank you for your aid in repairing the biomonitor, Seven."

*

"You are welcome, Doctor." Seven said and began to leave.

*

"Aren't you going to stay and run the temporal fixator?" Paris asked.

*

She turned bland eyes upon him. "I am not familiar with Cartilian technology."

*

"Dr. Shudan has told me everything I need to know." the Doctor assured him.

*

"But Seven was running the temporal fixator the last time." Paris insisted. "She knows more about it than the Cartilians!"

*

Seven and the Doctor looked at each other. "You are mistaken." Seven said bluntly. "The Borg have no knowledge of quantum

manipulation technology."

*

"No?" Paris would have said more, but he had grown thoughtful, and let her leave without further comment.

*

The Doctor found the temporal locator's readings to be consistent with Paris visiting their own future. "You went some thirty hours

into our past, and some thirty-five hours into our future. Or one of our futures, I should say, since of course, there are a multitude of

possible futures that branch out from this one." he pointed out. "I am saying only that you did not visit a complete alternate. The past

and future you experienced are both linked to this universe. You might say we are the progeny of one and the progenitor of the

other."

*

"Doctor, what would happen to me if I made this universe impossible?" he asked.

*

"What do you mean?"

*

"I mean, I visited our past and did a pretty good job of warning Voyager to stay out of the Cartilian array's zone of destruction.

Shouldn't we now be...non-existent?"

*

"You have diminished the number of alternates that have us being attacked and increased the ones wherein we avoid attack, yes.

That far from precludes all alternates, you know. There are, after all, the universes where Captain Janeway did not listen to your

warnings."

*

"Damn!" Paris said. "Doctor, we need to come up with a way to make all of these futures impossible. How?"

*

"I do not know." the Doctor said. "I will consider the situation."

*

"Thanks, Doctor." Paris said, but without much hope. While self-aware, originality was hardly the Doctor's strong suit outside his

own area of medical expertise.

*

"Uh, Mr. Paris?" the Doctor said as he started to leave.

*

"Yes, Doctor?" Paris turned.

*

"Wouldn't you prefer to be beamed back to your room?" The Doctor gave him an up-and-down look.

*

Paris looked down and found he was quite naked and his cock, while limp, was also still shiny with grease. "Hmph, I see what you

mean. Computer, beam me...." He paused, then said, "Computer, where was I when I was beamed to Sickbay?"

*

"You were in the quarters of Captain Chakotay."

*

Paris whistled. "Whew! That's a relief. Beam me back there."

*

Chakotay was sound asleep when he returned. Chakotay had been wide-awake a few minutes before but he had had a very hard

day. So had Paris. Paris looked at him and decided not to wake him. What he had to say could wait until morning. He was groggy

with sleep himself.

*

Paris awoke the next morning without an alarm. It was nearly noon. He slapped the communicator. "Paris to Chakotay."

*

The screen lit, Chakotay was on the bridge. "Good morning, Tom." he said.

*

"Why wasn't I buzzed for my shift?" Paris asked. "I've overslept. Badly."

*

"I have placed you off-duty until the temporal disturbances have been taken care of." Chakotay said. "Consider yourself on the sick

list."

*

"All right. Don't you work too hard yourself." Paris said in return.

*

"Just maintenance work." Chakotay smiled. "I tried to help earlier and ended up just getting in the way. I never did do very well in

the tech fields. So now I'm sitting back and coordinating."

*

"Good." Paris said. "I'll let you know if I go time-skipping again. Paris out."

*

Paris paused, then said, "Computer, signal Dr. Shudan for me."

*

"Dr. Shudan is not aboard this vessel."

*

"I didn't think he was." Paris said. "Signal the Cartilians and ask to speak with him."

*

"Acknowledged."

*

It was another Cartilian on the screen. "Dr. Shudan has returned to his home-world." the voice frostily informed him. "He is no longer

assigned to your problem."

*

"Then let me speak to the one who is assigned." Paris said.

*

"No Cartilian is assigned to your case."

*

"I'm still slipping about in time."

*

"That is as it may be." the Cartilian said. "We have done all we can for your people, even assigning it to a world we would have

taken for ourselves in another few centuries when we needed it. The attack was regrettable but we cannot be responsible for your

people forever."

*

"There is one thing you can do." Paris said, crossing his fingers mentally.

*

"What is that?"

*

"You can return me to my own timeline." Paris said. "They want me back, you know."

*

The Cartilian was frozen for a second. "Explain yourself."

*

"You didn't revive me from the dead." Paris said. "Nor Ensign Kim. You just stole him and me out of another timeline. Your trouble

is, the Voyager I came from has spotted what happened. They've been dumping tachyon streams into your array ever since trying to

retrieve me. My guess is that they are coupling that with a transporter beam at full power. Maybe burning out circuits with every

attempt. But they won't give up. Our people never give up."

*

"I will get you Dr. Shudan." the Cartilian said.

*

"I thought you might." Paris smiled.

*

Dr. Shudan arrived on Voyager some hours later. Expecting him, Paris and Chakotay met him in the Transporter Room.

*

Paris took the initiative. "Well, Dr. Shudan, are you ready now to start telling us the truth?"

*

"I have come for that very reason." Dr. Shudan said. "The alternative I have been warned is for us to destroy your vessel. I have

been given one day to satisfy you. After that, Voyager will be destroyed."

*

"That's what I thought you'd say." Paris said. "Now, why did you steal me off another Voyager and pretend to have revived me from

the dead?"

*

Dr. Shudan shook his head. "You misunderstand the phenomenon." he said. "We took you from another timeline, yes. But on that

other timeline, you were about to be killed."

*

"What?" Paris said. He hadn't expected that.

*

"Yes. One of the qualities of temporal manipulation is that of the delayed universes. Since we stabilized our temporal substance, we

discovered this effect, while viewing all the universes at one time. The alternates often vary in this manner, so that in one timeline, a

ship such as yours is delayed in its journey, while another makes faster time. Thus it is not a matter of a thousand ships arriving at our

border at the one moment, each in its own timeline, but of single ships arriving at different times. This is good for us, as it permits us

to deal with such ships more easily."

*

Paris' mind swirled. He visualized an infinite number of Voyagers strung out like beads on a wire, approaching in a steady stream, the

universe splitting (approach or not?) with each one.

*

"Your ship, this one we now stand upon, was the first to arrive and attempt to breach our barrier. Understand that our array was not

meant to attack friendly ships, and we have carefully programmed it to simply warn off any of the surrounding species that may

approach us on any of the timelines. We thought we knew of and had made provisions for all. But your ship, from across this galaxy,

we had never seen its kind before and our array was not programmed to deal with non-identified ships. So the attack occurred. We

froze time in order to examine you and learned you were non-hostile. We have since programmed the array to warn away your

ships, and to decrease the firepower it wields when the warning is not heeded. But the universes are nearly infinite, and we cannot

stop all the potential Voyagers from approaching our array. It cannot be permitted to do that. But we can, and have, decreased the

firepower wielded against the Voyagers which decide to approach."

*

"And I was about to die on one of those Voyagers." Paris said. Beads on a wire, each bead containing a Voyager, each bead

containing him and his friends. And in this one, he died, in the other, only Kim died, in yet another, Chakotay... "So in some of those

ships, they get scorched by an attack and give up."

*

"Yes." Dr. Shudan was pleased. "I wish the attack itself were unnecessary, but you are a very curious species. We have tried to

minimize the damage done, and I am pleased to say that in every subsequent case, your ship survives, damaged, but warned away

from our space."

*

"Save in my case."

*

"We cannot deal with every contingency." Dr. Shudan protested. "Your Voyager heard the warning and did not heed it. The attack

was a bit more....successful than most. You were that ship's only casualty among its bridge personnel. So, knowing that your fate in

that universe was that of death, we switched you, this living person, for the dead one of this other Voyager's universe, bare seconds

before the actual attack, and brought you, who would have died without our intercession, to this Voyager, where you were needed."

*

"And all the talk of essences was just that, talk?" Chakotay asked.

*

"I fear so." Dr. Shudan said. "Our temporal technology is our greatest secret. I felt it best to misdirect you."

*

"So you snatched me off just before I was ready to buy the farm." Paris said. "Switching me with the corpse of me that you had

handy. Except my former ship has spotted that."

*

"They have realized you did not die in the attack. They don't realize that you would have died a few moments later, when the array

attacked them. Your ship is therefore now bombarding our array with tachyon particles." Dr. Shudan agreed. His voice took on

pleading tones. "You cannot conceive of the life we must live here within the array, prisoners of our own technology. We are under a

constant state of attack across the many timelines, and all of them concentrate into this one timeline when it approaches our array.

Our scientists are working on a means to detach us from the multitude, and so let us live on a single timeline in future, safe within a

single bubble of time, our own miniature universe. We dream and work for that day." He sighed. "But that day is still far off. We

survive as we can."

*

"Living in a constant state of attack." Chakotay said, understanding. "No wonder you are so paranoid about other species."

*

"These tachyon particle attacks are our worst problem. We often have to shift our timeline slightly to repair the damage. Perhaps you

have noticed some...minor alterations in yourselves."

*

"Like my jockstrap." Paris said.

*

"Your what?" Chakotay asked.

*

"Never mind." Paris said. "So what are they doing now?"

*

"They wait out there. They are alone in their timeline with their own bombardment, but we are suffering such bombardments from

over a hundred thousand other timelines. Some of these are single ships, some are entire armadas out to conquer us. It consumes

most of our energies. That is why we have had to give you very little aid in repairing your vessel."

*

"A constant state of war." Chakotay mused.

*

"Our alternative is to have timelines in which we are conquered, and the conquerors would turn the technology against our other

timelines. It would have a cascade effect with unforeseeable consequences. Even the Borg have realized this and are fortunately not

our enemies any longer."

*

"What did you do to Seven of Nine?" Paris asked.

*

"That was a simple kidnaping, we erased the relevant part of her memories, and used our temporal technology to put her back at the

same instant we took her."

*

"Then why do I remember all this and nobody else?" Paris asked. "I spent two hours looking for her, only to have her suddenly

reappear and everyone thinks she never vanished."

*

"You, sir, are a temporal anomaly." Dr. Shudan said. "It's the same thing which has you shifting among the timelines briefly every time

we make an adjustment."

*

"I see." Paris said. It all fit together.

*

"Now that I have explained everything." Dr. Shudan said to him most earnestly, those unblinking eyes stabbing into his own. "Will

you help us by contacting this other Voyager and explaining all this to them?"

*

Paris cut off Chakotay's agreement. "We'll have to discuss it." he said. "Thank you for your time, Dr. Shudan. Will you stay on this

ship or return to your own?"

*

"I must return. I am needed at another point on our frontier." Dr. Shudan said. He gestured to the device that had beamed with him

over to Voyager. "This will permit you to contact the other Voyager across our array. Please, tell them to leave in peace and we will

permit you to do the same."

*

Paris lifted it off the transporter pad and gestured to the Transporter Officer to beam him back. When Dr. Shudan was gone,

Chakotay faced his impertinent ensign.

*

"What was that all about?" Chakotay said. "You and I may be involved in a personal relationship, but I am in command of this

vessel, Mr. Paris." he said.

*

"Whoa, you got me all wrong!" Paris said quickly. "There's one little flaw in Dr. Shudan's little explanation. I got rid of him fast before

he could think of it himself."

*

"What's that?"

*

"If this is only one timeline we're in." Paris said. "And we'll be still within Cartilian space in another twenty-four hours from now, then

the future I just visited was the only possible future we have."

*

"Yes." Chakotay said, still not seeing.

*

"In that future, Voyager was attacked by the Cartilians, enough to kill everyone on board." Paris pointed out. "And we don't even

have the alternate timelines to blame. Unless we do something unexpected very soon, everyone on Voyager is going to die."



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Chakotay looked at Paris, and Paris was relieved to see him accept what he’d just said totally. “Then we’d better speak with the

other Voyager right away.”

*

“If the Doctor is right about the timeline, we have thirty hours until the Cartilians attack.” Paris said.

*

“Chakotay to Engineering. I have a Cartilian communicator I need operational, now.”

*

“Aye, aye, sir.” came Seven of Nine’s response.

*

The two ensigns who examined the Cartilian communicator were in equal parts skeptical and confused. “This is a communicator?”

one of them asked, and that about summed up their evaluation.

*

“It’s what Dr. Shudan called it.” Chakotay said after a time of this babble.

*

“But sir, it can’t be a communicator.” the ensign said. “Sir, this is a Cartilian’s tachyon drive cell.”

*

“Drive cell?”

*

“Yes, sir.” The ensign said. “I recognize these readings as part of the Cartilian’s drive signature. Dr. Shudan didn’t give us a

communicator. He gave us an alternative to warp drive.”

*

“I see.” Chakotay mused. “How long to make it operational?”

*

“We’d have to reconfigure the entire warp drive. And once we try to test it, the Cartilians will recognize what we’re doing.” the

ensign warned. “We’ll have to hook it in, turn it on and hope.”

*

Chakotay mused and then said, “Make it so.”

*

They took the device off to Engineering and Paris and Chakotay left to go to the bridge. “If we’re going to fight the Cartilians, we’ll

need our weapons back on-line.” Chakotay said. “I’ve been ignoring their repair in favor of replicating supplies for our future home,

but that no longer seems to be an option.” Chakotay slapped his communicator. “All officers to the Briefing Room, stat.” he

snapped. He looked at Paris.

*

As he settled in, Paris looked about. The group had barely changed, losing only Janeway and B’Elanna. Seven usually attended

these meetings, though now she wore a new title, and Chakotay was wearing two hats as Captain and First Officer. It was like the

two were merely missing, and would be back soon, and they were filling in until then. It made some sense, since this Voyager was

beyond repair.

*

“Seven, how long until the Cartilian drive is operational?”

*

“I have only a preliminary estimate. Anywhere from twenty-four to thirty-six hours.”

*

“Twenty-nine hours.” Paris confirmed. “We have the benefit of future knowledge here.”

*

“Agreed.” Chakotay said. “We know the Cartilians will attack us, and when. We can at least maximize our efforts accordingly.”

*

“Our ship will not withstand such an attack, even if we assume that no more than the Cartilian ships in this area will be involved.”

Seven said. “The question becomes how well Dr. Shudan covered up his theft of their drive cell.”

*

“Yes.” Chakotay said. “What if we could get help from the Voyager where Tom came from?”

*

“Their assistance would have to come from outside the array.” Seven said. “And we have seen that the array is nearly

impregnable....” She drifted off, then said sharply, “Captain, I have an idea.”

*

“What is that?”

*

“We do not use the drive cell on Voyager. Instead, we use it to launch a photon torpedo at one of the array’s main modules. If this is

followed-up with a tachyon beam from the other Voyager, then a breach in the array will exist long enough to permit them to enter.”

*

“And what happens then?” Paris said. “Normally an alternate has no trouble existing in the other universes, but this particular

universe we are in is deliberately kept solitary. You enter the confines of the array, and you...of course! The timelines would merge.”

*

“Precisely. We would become one with the other Voyager.” Seven affirmed. “The array is nearby, we could reach it and be ready to

launch the probe in twenty-nine hours.” Seven looked at Paris. “The time limit you have given us.”

*

“We would have to hold off the Cartilians long enough to let the other Voyager enter the array.” Chakotay said. “Can we?”

*

“I may have had my memories of temporal technology removed, but my knowledge of Voyager’s capabilities is unimpaired.” Seven

said, as casually as if the loss of a few memories were something that happened every day. Perhaps, Paris mused to himself, when

she was with the collective, it did. “I can arrange several military surprises for them, provided I am allowed to treat this Voyager as if

it were expendable.”

*

“But if we are going to merge with the other Voyager, then we are.” Chakotay said. “Expendable, I mean. Except for Paris, who has

no alternate to combine with.”

*

“I’ve never thought of myself as being expendable.” Paris grinned a mirth he did not feel.

*

“Nonetheless, when the battle starts, I want you someplace safe.” Chakotay said. “What about the rest of us? Doctor, you’re the

best expert we have right now on the Cartilian’s temporal abilities. What happens when our timelines merge?”

*

“We should experience a combination effect.” The Doctor said. “All members of the crew would be left with duplicate memories.

The stronger memories will repress the weaker ones to become dominant. Even in the inanimate objects, their integrity will be

weakened. The other Voyager will take on at least some of the damage we have sustained. Perhaps even some of the casualties.”

*

“The more reason to talk with them.” Chakotay said. “Kim, any revisions on the estimate of when you’ll be done with the tachyon

beam?”

*

“I’m afraid not, sir.” Kim said. “Another thirty hours, at least.”

*

“Putting us right up against the time limit. How can we communicate with that other Voyager? Unless they’re poised to enter Cartilian

space, we might as well save our effort.”

*

“This is where I come in.” Paris said. “If we can push me into temporal displacement, I ought to be able to end up on their ship for a

brief period. I can talk to them for at least a few moments.”

*

Chakotay looked at Paris, and Paris saw the concern in his eyes, but he was a commanding officer used to tough decisions; he made

the right one. “Doctor, can you cause Paris to become deliberately displaced, temporally?”

*

“We may have some chance of that if we could figure out what caused his earlier displacements.” the Doctor said.

*

“What elements would cause him to become displaced?”

*

“Increased neural activity, for example, combined with electrical stimulation of his body.” the Doctor said. “Such as epilepsy. It was

one of the proposals advanced by Dr. Shudan, the Cartilians suffer a similar condition with similar temporal effects. I had to assure

him that Mr. Paris had no history of epilepsy.”

*

“So you want to give me a...what was it called. A fit?” Paris asked.

*

“Induced epileptic seizure.” the Doctor affirmed. “It ought to work.”

*

“But I went into temporal displacement several times without ever going into a fit.” Paris said. “Couldn’t we figure out what caused

that?”

*

“Can you recall what you were doing the other times you slipped temporally, which may have contributed to the displacement?” the

Doctor asked.

*

Paris opened his mouth, and then closed it. “I know something which may have contributed to it, yes.”

*

“Excellent!” the Doctor was pleased. “Try doing it again and see if that causes the displacement you wish to precipitate. I could

monitor you and make sure you weren't at undue risk.”

*

“That won't be necessary.” Paris said. “I'll need the Captain's help, though.”

*

“Mine?” Chakotay took a moment to realize Paris was referring to him. “Why do you need my help?”

*

It was a good thing that everyone was looking at Paris for his answer, because Chakotay figured out the missing element at that

moment. Interesting, when Chakotay blushes, he turns almost purple, Paris thought. “Let's just say that I do. Doctor, what can you

tell us about the way the Cartilians keep their space on a single timeline. What happens when the other Voyager comes through. We

meld into one, you say, but how?”

*

“Both ships ought to become temporally fluid.” the Doctor said.

*

“Could that damage us?”

*

“It shouldn't.” the Doctor said. “You might say that being temporally fluid, dividing constantly, is our normal state and we are

currently being kept in an abnormal state. But it will make for some interesting observations. Both ships should set all possible

scanning systems to record. Hmm, the systems should send the information to a probe which the other Voyager will leave outside the

array, so that the information won't be deleted.”

*

“I'll remember to mention that when I go slip-sliding away.” Paris said. Nobody caught his reference to a 20th Century ballad, but he

didn't expect them to. “When should I start my attempt at temporal displacement, Captain?”

*

“Uh, we should take care of it right away.” Chakotay said and then time everyone did see him turn color, but it wasn't as obvious this

time, he didn't blush as much. “Let's all get to work. Ensign Kim, you and Tuvok go to the bridge and plot a course for the array.

We'll need coordinates for the other Voyager to match with us as soon as we can. And keep working on that tachyon interuniversal

communicator, we’ll need to speak with them face-to-face at the end. Seven, you supervise the installation of the tachyon drive in the

photon torpedo and select an appropriate target, coordinating with the bridge. Doctor, you go to Sickbay and prepare for casualties.

I'm still not that certain we're going to get out of this so easily.”

*

Paris walked out with the others and waited for Chakotay outside. When he didn't appear, he poked his head back in. “Coming?”

he asked. “I can't get started without you, you know. Well, I can, but it's not nearly as much fun.” Then he smirked. “I never knew

you could blush so easily, Chakotay.”

*

“I’ve never been asked to perform upon demand like that.”

*

“Well, take it from someone who’s been there.” Paris said. “Once you get started properly, it’ll be a lot easier.”

*

Chakotay was silent during their walk back to his cabin. Paris hated the silence, and decided to break it. Passing by the Captain’s

cabin door gave him the excuse. “You really ought to move into the Captain’s cabin.” Paris said as they walked by it. “The sooner

everyone gets used to the idea, the better.”

*

“It doesn’t seem decent, at least not until a proper funeral.” Chakotay said. “I was just getting used to the idea, when you were

suddenly brought back to life. Now, I’m afraid to move in.”

*

“Thinking she’ll come walking back in the way Harry did.”

*

“Exactly.” Chakotay said. “Besides, Voyager is only traveling...mph. Well, we were only traveling a little ways longer, and I decided

why bother, when the ship needed all my attention anyway. I’m still uncomfortable being addressed as Captain.”

*

They had reached his door and Paris stepped back to let Chakotay go in first. Following that pair of broad shoulders in, Paris

speeded up his steps.

*

“I mean, look at the meeting. You said you needed the Captain’s help, and my first thought was, why’s everyone looking at me? So

I looked around the table and...urf!”

*

Paris had grabbed him. He did it, knowing full well what would happen if he did. After all, most of the women he had dated lately

had the same response, being trained by Starfleet to be capable of self-defense at a moment’s notice. He had calculated the position

very carefully.

*

Chakotay, predictably enough, did a twist, grab and throw, and Paris was lobbed by one arm over Chakotay’s back and onto...the

bed, on his back and head closest to Chakotay!

*

“Well, aren’t you a sweet talker!” he gasped out as he bounced to a standstill. “And I was wondering how to get you to put me on

your bed.”

*

“Tom, I’m sorry.” Chakotay said. “You grabbed me and I just...I didn’t think.”

*

“And now you’re thinking?” Paris asked.

*

“Yes.”

*

“So cut it out.” He raised his arms up to Chakotay.

*

Chakotay knelt by the bed and leaned over Paris, and Paris met his lips. Okay, so this would romantic, not a fierce fuckfest. He

could do romantic.

*

The hands were all over him, feeling him out, making him feel naked despite his uniform. Touching him everywhere at once, it

seemed, like Chakotay was measuring him, making sure he was all there, really there.

*

Paris inched down until his head would hang over the bed’s edge if he let it go, but he held it high and pressed into Chakotay’s

embrace, that solid, yet moving, embrace.

*

“Captain?”

*

“Chakotay here.” Chakotay said, slapping his badge.

*

“We have the coordinates of the most likely target. It’s at thirty-seven mark eighty-nine.”

*

“Thirty-seven mark eighty-nine!” Paris said. “Got it.”

*

“It’s one of their central conduits, we think.” Kim said. “If we take it out, several of them might go, leaving a really big hole. Seven

says it will.”

*

“We’ll take Seven’s word for it.” Chakotay said. “Get to work on the communicator.”

*

“Kim out.”

*

“Okay, now what?” Paris gasped out.

*

Paris’ jacket was opened up now. That left only the white T beneath and Chakotay grabbed the material of the

wear-once-and-throw-in-the-recycler undergarment, gave a surprisingly feral grimace and ripped it wide open!

*

“Now that’s my kind of action.” Paris said. He would have said more, but Chakotay now had his lips fastened upon Paris’ nipple

and was sucking on it hard. Paris let his head fall down, all the way down, to hang it upside down over the bed, while he grunted

with the pleasure/pain of those lips, those hungry lips, pulling on his breast. “Unh! Unh! Unh!” he grunted out as the sensations

became too strong, until his nipple was a redly-burning circlet on his body, and when it was released, the moisture of Chakotay’s

mouth now giving it a cooling comforting breeze from the ventilation system, and now Chakotay was working the rest of his jacket

open, tearing off the now-useless t-shirt, and following the exposed flesh with long caressing movements over him, turning his body

into an independent, alive animal awakening from a long, long sleep.

*

“Oh, God!” Paris groaned and Chakotay shifted, and now Chakotay’s groin was accessible if he could just bend over that way a

little bit....

*

He hunched and grabbed with one hand and arm (the other pinioned helplessly beneath his body in this position), pulling his face

over to meet up with the bulge waiting for him there.

*

He gnawed at the material, tasting it. Much better than the others he had tasted. It had a sort of funk clinging to it, heady and

masculine in taste. God, that was Chakotay’s cock he was tasting, through the cloth. He hadn’t worn any underwear!

*

Chakotay had undone his trousers, and now his cock was standing erect and independent, nestled firmly in the skin between

Chakotay’s thumb and forefinger, and Chakotay closed the grip to encircle him totally, imprison him once again. And then the burst

of hot wetness as he was engulfed!

*

“Agh, yeah!” he grunted.

*

Chakotay grabbed him by his ankles and hauled his head back onto the bed, and now Chakotay was lying beside him, and he was

free and able to tug at that recalcitrant cloth and free the brown monster within. There was a burst of warm muskiness as he opened

the fly and then the long cock was swinging at him, a network of white lines where the foreskin had knitted itself together long, long

before, still visible in this tiny way, these lines were the first to contact his tongue and impart their nectar of maleness onto him there.

*

The cockhead was a spongy bulb that oozed eagerly at him as he brought it into his oral hangar, and clamped on tight to the human

dirigible of manhood, and Chakotay groaned and Paris felt those warm, rich lips speed up, to urge him to faster efforts.

*

It would have been so easy to continue like this, so easy. But he needed more than this, which had been experienced before, and

was therefore suspect. He pulled away, rescuing his reluctant prick from the hot moist enveloping mouth, and Chakotay’s lips clung

to it as a lover’s arms refuse to relinquish the mate upon parting.

*

“What is it?” Chakotay asked.

*

“If this is going to work, we not only have to make it, we have to make it in some new, exciting way.” Paris said. “That means you

get to fuck me.”

*

Chakotay seemed surprised. “Sure you want to go through with that? I could try some....”

*

“No, we have to do this.” Paris said. Then he regretted. “Try some what? No, never mind, no time. We’ll save it for later, when we

can afford to keep me right here and now. Right now, I need to go traveling.”

*

“Then take off the rest of your clothes and lie back on the bed.” Chakotay said. “If this is your first time, you’ll need some

preparation.”

*

Chakotay used lubrication, his fingers, and patience. Paris lay and groaned as his body was increasingly invaded and pushed wider

by those swarthy fingers, until his cock pulsed angrily beneath him, forgotten and resentful, until his face was beaded with sweat,

until.... “Oh, God, Chakotay, how much more?” he groaned at last. “I can’t wait, damn it! I can’t wait!”

*

“Then you must be ready.” Chakotay said.

*

Paris felt the thighs slide between his legs with a sigh of relief, felt the arms land on either side of him, felt the first, gentle, warm

pressure of the cockhead against his anus. It was like his butt had become an open manhole, the way Chakotay had prodded it

open, but even that wasn’t quite enough. There were lines, small wrinkles of pain, as the heavy pud pressed inwards.

*

“Ah!” he grunted, and Chakotay stopped, only to go ahead when the feeling eased. It was like Chakotay could feel it, and perhaps

he did, feel the way his ass clutched tight, resisted, then relented and gave way once more.

*

“There, that’s enough for now.” Chakotay said.

*

“There’s more?” Paris asked incredulously. It felt like he had a two-foot-long pole up his butt. “You haven’t gotten it all in yet?”

*

“Just the head and a bit of the shaft.” Chakotay assured him. “We’ll leave it at that for now.” And Chakotay began to gently writhe

atop him, sending that cockhead back and forth in small, timid movements.

*

Paris groaned as Chakotay slid in and out of him. Come on, he told himself, you’ve been fucked before. Remember how it felt in that

other universe, Chakotay fucking you and you loving every minute of it? Remember? He forced himself back into that moment, and

that helped, and then Chakotay pressed in further, and he was wrenched back into the present.

*

“Whatever you were doing, do it again.” Chakotay urged him, holding tight to his newly-gained territory. “You really opened up for a

moment there.”

*

“Ah, jeez!” Paris grunted. Forget that turgid burning in his ass, forget the pain, remember the pleasure, remember how it felt to ride

that brown body, sitting atop him, the heavy pole not an insolent intruder, but a welcomed friend. Feel out how his ass had felt, how

it had moved around and given way.

*

“Huh!” He grunted as Chakotay shoved in deeper.

*

“That’s got it.” Chakotay panted. “That’s got all of it. Get used to it, and then I’ll start in on you.”

*

“Start!” Paris half-sobbed. “God! I’m going to burst open!”

*

“No, you won’t.” Chakotay said soothingly. “It’s all over now. Just get used to it, and the rest will be easy. Will be gentle. Will be

smooth.”

*

His golden voice crooned at Paris, and his bowels gave a gurgle and a slip and suddenly everything fit.

*

“There you go.” Chakotay said smiling down at him. Paris could feel that big smile shining on his back, along with the sweat that

dripped off the huge Indian atop him.

*

“Yeah, let’s go.” Paris breathed.

*

Now the long schlong slid in and out and this time, there was no pain. There were places where his body proclaimed its violation, but

even they had stopped hurting much. Now the gentle strokes were plying along his innards and turning him into seething gelatin

puree, he was giving all of himself now.

*

“Come on, fuck me.” Paris breathed. “God, it feels good now.”

*

“Yes, it does.” Chakotay soothed at him. “Nice and warm. Feel that tingle as I pull out and go back in?

*

“Yeah! Oh, yeah!”

*

“Feels great, doesn’t it?”

*

“Yeah!” Paris groaned. “Come on, harder. We have to drive me absolutely bonkers here. I need to be totally drained before you let

me go. Come on, fuck me until you wring me dry!”

*

All the little tricks he had used on women to drive them crazy, Chakotay was using on him, and they were all working just great. The

wiggle from side-to-side was like a pinball bouncing on diodes of pleasure, the slow curving thrust was a pinata of ecstasy swaying in

the breeze, the sharp hunches were a staccato rhythm of delirious desire, and he was going...totally...insane!

*

“Oh, oh, oh!” He grunted. He’d never experienced an orgasm like this, it didn’t originate in his prick, it seethed up his backbone,

bypassing his groin, which caught the flames and danced in concert, but it was a side issue, it was peripheral, and he was climbing the

peaks without his trusty staff of potency, he was ascending the steppes of boiling bliss without the aid of his pole of power, he

reached the summit and he crowed with the sheer triumph!

*

“Ah, ah, hah-hah-hah...AHHHH!” he gasped out.

*

And he was spurting his wads into the sweat-sticky bedsheet beneath him, he was pouring his juices into the abyss heedlessly, he

was lost, he was overcome, he was...he was fading!

*

Panting into the heart of darkness, he called out, “Captain? Captain Janeway?”

*

“Here, Tom, here!” came the voice.

*

“Thank God!” Paris moved towards it. Felt his body reassemble itself and said to the pair of startled faces. “I can only stay a

moment!”

*

“We need to fasten him temporally this time.” Seven said.

*

“No!” Paris held up his hand. “If you do that, the other Voyager dies. We have another plan!”

*

“I’m listening.” Janeway said.

*

Paris rapidly outlined it. “Thirty-seven mark eighty-nine.” he concluded. “Be ready to move inside Cartilian space twenty-nine hours

from now. We’re working on a communicator that’ll be operational at the last moment. Just get there, be ready and come in when

we blast it open. When you do that, we’ll all survive.”

*

“I understand.” Janeway said. She turned to Seven. “Release him.” she said.

*

Paris felt himself snap back to Chakotay’s bed. Chakotay was still fucking at him, apparently never noticing the hiatus, and Paris felt

him fall on top of Paris’ back, clutch him tightly, groan, and then the pouring-forth of salty seed into his bowels, filling him, taking

ownership of him.

*

“Huh, huh, huh!” heaved Chakotay in his ear. “Oh, oh, hah, hah, hah!”

*

“Oh, man!” Paris groaned.

*

“Oh, I’m, I can’t go on.” Chakotay groaned.

*

“No need.” Paris said. “I contacted them. You can turn off that comm signal and catch your breath.”

*

Chakotay fell heavily to the bed. “Oh!” he grunted thickly, his chest heaving still.

*

“You know.” Paris said, as he crawled over to rest his chin on Chakotay’s chest. “I could get to like this kind of intership

communication.”

*

“Forget it.” Chakotay groaned. “I’d never last.”

*

“You rest now.” Paris said. “Then we have to get to work.”

*

The hardest kind of work. They would have to wait for their one chance to save themselves.



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If Paris had entertained any romantic thoughts about how he and Chakotay would spend these last hours, they were dashed.

Voyager had been left unrepaired in many ways, since she was traveling on her final trip.

*

But if she was to fight, a lot needed to be done, and now! Every hand was needed.

*

Paris was drafted as he expected, to help prepare Sickbay for triage; he would be expected to spend the upcoming battle in there.

Chakotay was putting only select crewmen on the bridge for the battle. The Doctor lectured him on it without asking.

*

“After all, Voyager must withstand the Cartilian attack for fifteen minutes without aid while the other Voyager comes through. That

means casualties. These crewmen must expect to be badly wounded or die in the process. I am selecting people with a strong

resiliency factor, people who can suddenly find themselves with memories of their own death and be able to overcome or suppress it

successfully.”

*

“What about me?” Paris said. “I’m being stuck here with you.”

*

“You qualify, but you have no alternate, as you well remember.” the Doctor said. “If you die in the attack, you are permanently

dead.”

*

“Oh.” Paris said, partially mollified. “I forgot that, for the moment.”

*

“As I said, a resiliency to unpleasant thoughts.” the Doctor said. “Forgetting or suppressing bad memories can be a blessing under

the right circumstances.”

*

“So what about Chakotay?” Paris asked. “Where will he be?”

*

“On the bridge, of course.” the Doctor said. “Even were he not Captain, his resiliency is high thanks to his disciplined mind and....”

*

“No way!” Paris said. “You got to tell him he can’t be spared.” He couldn’t give his reasons to the Doctor. If Chakotay died, that

would be it. He wouldn’t be able to look that other Chakotay in the face, knowing that his Chakotay had died. It would be...it would

be starting all over again. Chakotay had only been vulnerable to him because of the loss of the Captain and B’Elanna, one of his best

friends. He and Kim had been lost, too, and Chakotay had faced a future without everyone he’d ever grown to care about in the

Delta Quadrant. Left with only the frigid Tuvok, the equally cold Seven of Nine, and the mechanically cold Doctor.

*

And then he’d been rescued. No wonder Chakotay had seen him with new eyes, a friendly, familiar face among all the strangers and

coldness and the weight of new responsibility.

*

Would a Chakotay surrounded by his friends and with the memory of his betrayal of the Maquis see him that way? No!

*

No, he wouldn’t, couldn’t permit it! He left to go find Chakotay.

*

“Ah, Ensign.” Seven of Nine saw him in the corridors. “I require all available hands to assist me with the deflector array.”

*

“Why?” Paris stalled.

*

“I am arranging a powerful, multi-phasic beam-pulse to be broadcast through it. Anything within the cone of destruction will be

obliterated. It is one of the necessary responses to a Cartilian attack.”

*

“A multi-phasic beam-pulse? Won’t that burn out the array entirely?”

*

“Of course. And take out our one functional warp nacelle as well.” Seven of Nine said. “That is why the attack will not be expected.

I said I could make Voyager battleworthy only by treating it as expendable. I predict this attack will buy us four point seven minutes.

Come with me, now.” she turned and started to walk away.

*

“I have to find the Captain.” Paris said.

*

“Very well. Report to me when you are done with him. That is an order, Ensign.” she said and walked on, her heels making a

staccato rhythm on the deck plates, like the clicks of a metronome.

*

“Aye, aye, Ma’am.” Paris said drily and took off. Mental note, he thought, be sure not to cross paths with her again for the next

twenty-four hours!

*

He looked at his chronometer. No, only twenty-two to go. Shit!

*

Chakotay was on the bridge. What surprised him was who he saw on the secondary comm screen reinstalled to replace the forward

primary screen. Only a fifth the size, he could still see--“Captain Janeway?”

*

“The other Voyager has established contact with us.” Chakotay explained. “They put a trace on you on your last visit with you.”

*

The other Chakotay stepped over to stand next to Janeway. “Hello, Tom.” that Chakotay said.

*

“Hello.” Paris said guardedly to that other Chakotay, the one with no love for him. Then he turned to his own. “I don’t want to

interrupt any planning, but I came to insist that you not be on the bridge during the attack.”

*

“What? Why not, Tom?” Chakotay asked him.

*

Paris turned to the pair on the screen. “Do all of you understand what we’re asking of you. To...to combine with us, become part us

and part yourselves?”

*

“We understand.” Janeway said. “I’ve discussed it with my crew. Captain Chakotay has told me that you will have to expect heavy

casualties.”

*

“Have you thought about what that is going to mean?”

*

“We may have to incorporate memories of our own death into ourselves. I’m prepared for that.”

*

“Well.” Paris said desperately, knowing he sounded strident, out of control. “Are you also prepared for this?” And he reached over,

grabbed Chakotay before he could protest or react, and kissed him, hard!

*

Chakotay was flustered, pulled away. Paris let him do so and then turned back to them, assuming a slightly crouched posture, fists

balled. “During my stay here, I’ve formed a relationship I am not willing to risk. That means not risking Chakotay.”

*

The look on that Chakotay’s face told him everything.

*

“Can you see it, Chakotay?” Paris said. “He doesn’t feel anything you do. Nothing. You have to go there, be part of him.”

*

“Tom...Tom.” Chakotay said and put a hand on Paris’ shoulder, the far shoulder, almost an embrace. “I am Captain of this ship.

That means I have to be here. I don’t plan to die in the attack, I promise you that.”

*

“But you don’t know!” Paris said. “You saw the hole they put in our ship. They can do it again. We may all be dead before they can

make it through to us.”

*

“And then I would be the one to lose you.” Chakotay said. “That’s why you have to be in Sickbay, where you’ll be safe. Every

other member of this crew has the insurance of being doubled, the chance to survive even death in this battle. I can spare the two of

you to give you that much of a chance as well.”

*

“I couldn’t bear it.” Paris said, knowing he was babbling, knowing he was being foolish, knowing he was presenting as a spoiled and

fretful child. “Not when I just found you, just learned this about you. I can’t!”

*

“Tom?” the other Chakotay said.

*

Paris turned eyes dimmed with incipient tears.

*

“Tom, you can trust me.” the other Chakotay said. “I won’t refuse the memories, I promise you that. Thank you for telling me now,

so I will know for certain. I can’t promise you how I’ll feel, but when this is over, we will talk. I promise.”

*

Paris turned back to his own Chakotay. “Just don’t die on me. Promise me you won’t die!”

*

“I won’t die.” Chakotay said softly.

*

Paris looked at him, knowing nothing he could say would get Chakotay off the bridge. “All right, I’ll stay in Sickbay during the

attack. And about that promise you just made?”

*

“Yes.”

*

Paris leaned up and kissed him again, and this time Chakotay didn’t resist. But Paris left it at a quick peck and said in the merest

whisper, “Liar!”

*

And he turned and walked out again. Time to find Seven of Nine after all.

*

He wished so much for the opportunity to be alone with Chakotay once again. Just once. But if Voyager was to survive this attack

long enough, all hands were needed non-stop. As one work-sore ensign put it succinctly with the words of Benjamin Franklin, “Up,

sluggard, and waste not life; in the Grave will be sleeping enough.”

*

That would be literally true for all of them. Stimulants were handed out indiscriminately, only to Paris were they refused and he sent

into forced-sleep via a Sickbay somnolator attached to his frontal lobe, for a few hours when he could be spared.

*

Still, as he watched Seven of Nine’s machinations, he began to garner hope. She had a means of diminishing the attacks they had

suffered by strengthening the shields’ phase in certain frequencies. There was the deflector array, which in one blast could carve a

massive hole in the Cartilian lines nearly a light-year deep. There were the photon torpedoes, which had been so carefully preserved

against need, but which would be fired first and entirely upon the first good opportunity. All in all, Seven of Nine calculated that they

could maintain themselves against any known Cartilian attack for nearly eighteen minutes, ample time for the other Voyager to get

through. More, now that this Voyager was in contact, they only needed eleven minutes to make it through, as they could build up

speed prior to the actual destruction of the array module, and slide into range just as the array exploded.

*

Still, the clock moved with scary speed as they labored. At two hours minus, Paris received a summons to the bridge.

*

He went up to see a Cartilian face on the screen. “Are you the one who has been drifting in temporal space?”

*

“Yes, I am.” Paris said. “Do you have a cure for me?”

*

“No. A warning. We are aware of the communication between your former timeline and this one.”

*

“Oh.” Paris said. “Well, I told them I wasn’t going back, if that’s any help.”

*

“Why is the other Voyager coming into proximity to yours outside of the array?”

*

“I don’t know.” Paris said. “Are they?”

*

“Yes.” the Cartilian said.

*

“Is that why you called us?”

*

“No.” Chakotay said. “They have found a drive cell missing from one of their ships.”

*

“What’s that got to do with us?” Paris said blandly.

*

“We know that Doctor Shudan gave it to you. Where is it?”

*

“We’re installing it to replace our warp drive.” Paris said. “It is our intent to get well away from Cartilian space rather than the world

you selected for us.”

*

“That is not acceptable.” the Cartilian said. “You will return it to us at once.”

*

“We’ll have to remove it from our drive.” Paris said. “I was just there helping Seven of Nine install it. But we didn’t know it was

stolen, though we suspected it. We’ll give it back to you in, say, four hours time? We’ll have a job getting it out of the warp drive’s

left-handed frannistan where we installed it.”

*

“That other Voyager will be in close proximity to you in one hundred minute’s time.” the Cartilian said sharply. “You will have it back

to us in ninety-five minutes, or we will open fire.”

*

“You’d attack a damaged and unarmed ship?” Chakotay said.

*

“Do not underestimate Cartilian technology.” the Cartilian said. “Within our own space, we are omnipotent.”

*

“Very well.” Chakotay said. “We’ll have it back to you in ninety-five minutes, as you requested.”

*

The Cartilian ended transmission without comment and Chakotay said, “We’ll have to hold out for another five minutes.” he sighed.

*

“Seven of Nine says we can do it.” Paris said. “But I wish I had talked him into that four hour wait.”

*

“Cartilian ships are closing in on us.” the ensign at Tactical reported. “Evasive manuever indicated?”

*

“None.” Chakotay said. “We are slow-moving and helpless. Stay on course all the way down to the wire.”

*

“Acknowledged.”

*

“Tom, you’d better get to Sickbay right now.” Chakotay said.

*

But in his eyes, Paris saw that he no longer expected to live.

*

“Remember your promise.” he said. “I’m holding you to it. No matter how badly you’re wounded, you stay alive, got it?”

*

“I promise.”

*

Paris shook his head. “You never could tell a lie worth a damn. Should have let me do all the talking to the Cartilians. I would have

convinced them that we were using the drive cell as a popcorn popper.”

*

Chakotay smiled. “I’m sure you would.”

*

Paris left to find Kim.

*

Kim was busy in the one room Paris hated to find him in. The room where he had found Kim’s body so long before, time and again.

The secondary bridge. Kim and other ensigns were fixing it so that they could transfer control down here and continue to operate the

surprise weapons Seven of Nine had fixed up.

*

“Hey, Tom!” Kim said, looking up.

*

“Hey, Harry.” Paris said. “I got some free time. Need some help?”

*

“You should go to Sickbay.”

*

“I’ll go.” Paris said. “I...just wanted to talk to you.”

*

“Well, okay, but I have to work.”

*

“Harry?”

*

“Yeah, Tom.”

*

“You know I’ve had a good, long look at the future, right?”

*

“Yes.” Kim was suddenly unsure.

*

“Well, guess where I saw your body the last time I looked?”

*

“Here?” Kim’s voice was small.

*

“Hanging out of that open vent, right up there.”

*

“Oh.” Kim said. “Well, okay, I see what you mean. Still, I have the alternate on the other Voyager. You don’t. You have to get as

safe as you can.”

*

“Yeah.” Paris didn’t point out the flaw in this Paris-preservation plan they had. He just left, went to Sickbay, bided his time while

listening to the boringly-inane chatter of the Doctor.

*

“Attention, all hands.” came the signal after a time. “This is Chakotay. As you know, we are about to be attacked by the Cartilians.

We don’t even have the usual comfort of knowing an alternate universe is around to survive after us should we die. You all

remember how badly they hurt us this last time through. But thanks to Ensign Paris, we do have a chance to escape this unalterable

destiny. The alternate Voyager will come through as quickly as they can. All we have to do is endure until they enter this space-time.

When that happens, we all will get a second chance. They’ll enter, and then leave again right away. That’s all they need to do, but in

doing so, we all go with them. It’s not necessary to make it to the escape pods, not necessary even to stay alive, all we need to do is

hold out. Remember that, all of you, even if you’re badly wounded. Hold out.” And Chakotay signed off.

*

And Paris was out the door of Sickbay. He couldn’t wait here, he just couldn’t!

*

Chakotay hadn’t thought it through. If this universe was unalterable, then the dead Paris was his only option. It meant his death no

matter what they did, as surely as a marble rolls down a trough in the exact center to the end, his fate was pre-ordained. He would

not, could not, survive.

*

But Chakotay could. And if that Chakotay had a chance, any chance, it was with him on the bridge, ready to protect him!

*

If that meant knocking Chakotay out and throwing him down the Jeffries tube, so be it.

*

Only one of them could survive. He had never seen Chakotay’s body in that dismal future waiting for him. So that meant he could

have gotten away.

*

Damn it, he had to!

*

The first shock wave of attack came as he was on the turbolift. The turbolift stopped, jolted, then subsidiary power came back on.

He made it to the Bridge and Chakotay turned, saw him, “Damn it, Tom, get back to Sickbay.”

*

“I can’t.” Paris explained. “I’d explain, but there’s no time. I have to be here.”

*

“Captain, Cartilian ships approaching from Seventy-Four, Mark Nine.”

*

“Bring us about.” Chakotay said. “Prepare the deflector array.”

*

Another jolt.

*

“Portside shield down to forty-two percent.”

*

“Reposition ship to protect us as best you can.” Chakotay ordered.

*

Paris looked to see the ships ahead, five of them, closing in.

*

“Fire deflector array weapon!” Chakotay ordered.

*

And Paris watched the massive beam, whose raw power caused the entire ship to shudder, caused an explosion to reverbrate

through their ship which he knew was the starboard nacelle being jettisoned and exploding. But the array fired a wide swath of

destruction, four of the five ships died in that blast. The final one came in close.

*

“Fire photon torpedos.”

*

They were spent lavishly, five of them, to get that single ship. But they made it.

*

“Other Cartilian ships are not in range yet.” Tactical reported. “We’re safe for approximately three minutes.”

*

“Show me the Cartilian defensive array.” Chakotay said. “Anything coming through?”

*

“On screen.”

*

“And there were ships coming through that array, but none of them were the other Voyager. Paris recognized Vidian ships, a Borg

cube, and many, many others he had never seen before.

*

“Where did they come from?” He wondered aloud.

*

“From every timeline that is attacking the Cartilian array.” Chakotay said with some satisfaction. “When they get closer, attack the

Cartilians, even if you can’t hit them. Let everyone know we’re friendly.”

*

“Aye, aye, sir. Cartilian ships closing. Captain, they’re firing on their own array!”

*

Paris watched, goggled, as ripples of space emanated from the Cartilian ships. As they did, the other ships...disappeared. No, they

were still there, but further back. The ships were being driven back through the gap in the array by temporal displacement, being

shoved back in time by brute force!

*

“We didn’t know they could do that.” Chakotay said. “This is bad.”

*

“What do we do now?”

*

“Hold on and hope the other Voyager can make it.” Chakotay said. “They’ll be through here in...four more minutes.”

*

“The Cartilians are coming around again!” Kim reported. “They're locking onto us with transporters!”

*

“Abandon the bridge!” Chakotay ordered. “All hands to the inner decks! Stand by to repel boarders!”

*

Paris looked at the forward section of the bridge, the smaller viewscreen, the plates bolted into place to cover what had been a

gaping hole. A familiar-shaped gaping hole!

*

“Shit! This is my future!” he said.

*

“Tom, come on!” Chakotay begged him from the Jeffries tube.

*

“On my way!” Tom raced after him, but falling debris kept him from that tube.

*

There were two, thank God! He got onto the ladder and skimmed-slid down it to the next level below. A corridor, covered in some

debris, but still holding air.

*

An explosion and male scream from an area nearby. Paris ran to offer assistance and there.

*

There was Kim, hanging from the ceiling, one hand off at the wrist, blood pouring out of the severed arm. A very familiar scene.

*

“Oh, no! Not this one!” Paris said. He turned and went back into the corridor. Find Chakotay, fast!

*

But another explosion and all light vanished, and there was only the sound of rushing air around him...and darkness as he fell. Air

flew from his lungs with a force that he could not resist. Vacuum causes forces of fifteen pounds per square inch internally. Enough to

destroy your lungs and explode your body if it happens quickly. He was dying!

*

Darkness, the wrong kind of darkness! And it was getting colder, so cold!

*

He was dead.

*

No, he was awake. Sat up and looked at... “Dr. Shudan?”

*

“Our technology has advanced enough to give us this chance.” Dr. Shudan said.

*

“How...how long was I dead that time?” he asked. He didn’t question he’d been dead, he felt sluggish, exhausted, barely functioning.

He’d been dead, damn it!

*

“Nearly two hundred years.” Dr. Shudan said. “We preserved your ship as a memorial here in space.”

*

“Oh.” Paris said. “Well, you won. Why did you bring me back to life? Is this the real me?”

*

“Yes.” Dr. Shudan reassured him. “You are yourself. We have learned the art of resurrection of the dead. When they resurrected

me, I insisted on coming to see you. To rescue you.”

*

“You’re...you’re going to bring Voyager back to life?”

*

“Oh, no!” Dr. Shudan said. “We’re have reset the timelines. All of them. We’re going back to a time before Voyager or any other

species ever encountered our space, before we ever met an enemy of any kind. By doing so and revamping our defensive array, we

can make infallible at last. No more deaths of any kind, however small.

*

“That’s some comfort.” Paris said. “I guess.” His memories were refusing to connect properly. Something important he had to

remember. What was it? Somebody... “Chakotay! What about Chakotay?”

*

“He’ll be fine, of course.” Dr. Shudan said. “None of you will ever die from the Cartilian array encounter. Only you had to be

specially revived, due to this damnable temporal instability of yours. It’s your unique genetic makeup. All we can do is send you

back manually, and leave that one particular time-line alone until we restore you. You were the only casualty in that attack. But we’ll

send you back and extend the temporal anomaly to encompass your ship while you warn your ship away. Tell them to avoid the

array and you’ll be fine, all of you.”

*

Paris wanted to object, but couldn’t think of how! How do you complain about someone reviving you from the dead?

*

“Uh, thank you, I guess.” He settled for saying.

*

“My pleasure entirely. After your ship’s encounter and when you are sufficiently far enough away, we will trigger the universal rift and

drop out of this space-time entirely. We’ll finally be thoroughly safe.

*

“Let me see if I understand.” Paris said. “Nobody on Voyager ever dies? Just my ship even gets attacked, and even that won’t

happen if I can warn them away in time? Not even an alternate being formed to not listen to me?”

*

“That’s it.” Dr. Shudan said. “Your ship is the only one that will ever even see our array. And when you’re gone, we’re gone,

forever. The eternal war will be over at last, and we can live in peace.”

*

“Okay, then, send me back and I’ll keep Voyager away if I have to pull a phaser on the Captain to do it.” Paris said.

*

“No sooner said than done.” Dr. Shudan said and lifted a very tiny device in his hand, and pointed it at Paris, and Paris felt the

familiar dimming.

*

Waited until his world cleared again and he was looking at stars.

*

A viewscreen ahead of them. Stars and...a lot of shining discs in orderly arrangement.

*

The Cartilian array! He looked at his console, they were traveling towards the array!

*

Time? He punched the key to see the date. He was in the past, before the Cartilian array's attack.

*

Stop the ship! Reverse thrusters! His hands were playing over the console.

*

“Mr. Paris, what are you doing?” Captain Janeway said.

*

“We've got to get out of here!” he said. “The array's about to attack us!”

*

“Sensors show no energy build-up.”

*

“Check the tachyon emissions!” Paris said. The Cartilians use temporal physics the way the Federation uses warp technology.

Engines in reverse at full thrust.” The array was diminishing. “Thank God I was in time!”

*

“Ensign Paris, explain yourself.” Captain Janeway said.

*

“The Cartilian array was about to attack. I must have stopped us just before we got in range. Captain, I just saved our ship and your

life.”

*

“What?”

*

“The attack would have killed you and B'Elanna and Harry. And me! I've changed the past!” He felt elated. Why then did he feel so

woozy? The deckplates rose up and smacked him in the face.

*

“Reverse thrusters.” Janeway ordered. “On full. Turn us about, get us out of here. Ensign Kim, turn the shields up to full power.”

*

“Aye, aye.”

*

Paris rose and shook his head.

*

“Mr. Paris, are you all right?” Chakotay asked.

*

“I just felt dizzy for a while.” Paris said, and staggered again

*

Chakotay’s arms took him. “Steady.” he said, a concerned tone slipping into his voice. “You’d better go to Sickbay.”

*

“Yeah.” Paris said. A happy thought occurred to him. “Would you escort me down there? I still feel a little faint.”

*

“Captain?” Chakotay asked.

*

“Granted.” Janeway said.

*

Chakotay’s arms steadied him all the way into the turbolift. Inside, Paris looked at Chakotay and said, “You know, Chakotay, you

look really good in this light.”

*

“What was that?” Chakotay was puzzled.

*

“I said you’re really a handsome man.”

*

“Uh, thank you.” Chakotay gave a timid smile.

*

Paris settled back, resting his head against Chakotay’s arm. “It feels real nice, your arm around me.” he said. “Only next time, don’t

make me faint before you put it there again, okay?”

*

“Let’s get you to Sickbay.” Chakotay said. “I think you’re still faint.”

*

“No, I’m thinking very clearly indeed.” Paris said as they walked into Sickbay. “For the first time in my life.”

*

Chakotay left him there, looking back, puzzled. Paris let him go, just smiled.

*

Another week, maybe two, there would be a poker game. Just for fun, no stakes. He’d cheat and Chakotay would catch him. And

there would be that run through the corridors and their first kiss. Before that, though, flirtation aplenty, until even the rather dense

Chakotay realized he was putting the moves on him. And taste the idea, and find he liked it.

*

He’d wondered about that other future, the one where he and Chakotay were together and loving it. Now it was time to start living

it!



THE END



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