P/T, K, 7, MD, JD

Synopsis: Can Captain Proton and friends save the day when the crew is kidnapped by aliens? Takes place after one of the most fantastic episode to date: 30 Days. Rated R

DISCLAIMER: Paramount owns Voyager and its characters. I‘ve only borrowed the characters to satisfy my own creative urges. Archiving is okay, just e-mail me. Please keep disclaimer and my name attached.

RECOGNITION OF APPRECIATION: A very special thanks goes out to my story consultant and beta reader: Janet Toner. And my other beta readers: Phyllis J. Sutherland and Marleena Mooneyham.

By PJ in NH (January 1999)

Chapter 1

Captain Proton, clad in his leather jacket with a pair of aviator goggles pushed up over his forehead, swivelled in his command seat toward the sound of the spaceship‘s outer door opening. From the colored reality of Voyager‘s corridors, an irate B‘Elanna Torres stepped into the black and white world of Tom Paris‘ most current creation.

"B‘Elanna, welcome," Tom gushed, "I‘m glad that you decided to come. You really look the part." Tom, chewing on the wad of gum in his mouth, took a good look at his lover‘s costume, from the black horn-rimmed glasses, the white smock, knee-length dark skirt, and finally to the dark, laced-up sensible shoes. He then quickly noticed one of B‘Elanna‘s petite feet tapping out a tattoo reflecting her impatience.

"Remember, Tom Paris or Captain Porcine, or whatever you call you call yourself..."

"It‘s Captain Proton," Tom piped up stressing the last word. No matter how many times he had told her about the program she never could remember the name. Sometimes he thought that she just didn‘t care and other times he swore that she did it just to tweak his chain. "Harry plays Proton‘s trusty sidekick Buster Kincaid, Seven is Constance . . ."

"Yeah, well, whatever," she interrupted. Motioning to the clothes she was wearing, she pushed the glasses back up to the bridge of her nose. "I want to know why you have me dressed like this, Tom Paris? It is absolutely demeaning!"

Tom circled around the engineer, like a shark would circle its prey, and placed both hands on her shoulders. He could feel the large shoulder pads underneath his hands. Tenderly he kissed her on her cheek. "But, B‘Elanna sweetness, this is only one of your costumes." Turning around he picked up a pile of clothes and brought it over to her.

B‘Elanna picked up the silvery material with both hands and held it up to inspect the costume. She found to her dismay that when worn the item would display more flesh than it covered. "Tom this is even worse. I don‘t show this much skin in my bathing suit!"

Tom smiled seductively, he couldn‘t wait to see her in the outfit. To try and appease her, he held up a piece of silvery, finely pleated cloth with a flourish. "But, dear, you also get to wear this lovely floor-length cape, a true Paris original." To demonstrate, he put it into position over each of her shoulders and kissed the nape of her neck just where he knew it would drive her crazy.

And it did for a while. B‘Elanna could feel the familiar sexual shiver fly up and down her spine, but then she remembered how Tom had coerced her into his program. Pivoting around quickly, with both hands she shoved the costume back into the bewildered man‘s hands. "Tom Paris, I refuse to demean myself to become one of Captain Protein‘s space bimbos!"

"But I haven‘t even showed you your mask yet?" Tom whined in a endearing, puppy-dog kind of way, but B‘Elanna refused to melt like usual. "Besides, B‘Elanna, your character would be "Miss Beatrice Winslow," Captain Proton‘s ‚Miss Fix-it‘. He couldn‘t fly his missions without you keeping his ship in tip-top shape. But when you don this outfit," he explained pointing at the silver material, "you become . . . "

"Oh, Captain Proton, where are you? Get your sexy little butt over here right now if you know what‘s good for you!" Jenny called out in a sing-song fashion from the rear of the space ship. Tom swallowed hard and blushed at Jenny‘s lack of timing. He figured that any chance at all of B‘Elanna participating in the program with him had just been dashed. Looking over to his love, as he predicted, he could almost see the steam venting out of B‘Elanna‘s ears.

"But, B‘Elanna, I can explain. It‘s . . ."

The half-Klingon growled and grabbed the costume from an amazed pilot. "Who‘s this B‘Elanna? You can call me Princess Neutron! If you think I‘m going to leave you alone with the Twin Terrors, not to mention the Borgasm, then you had better think again! And while you‘re at it, princesses wear tiara‘s! I expect you to replicate me a lovely crown befitting my status if I‘m expected to wear this costume!"

"Yes, ma‘am," Tom obediently replied.

B‘Elanna glared.

"Excuse, me—ah hem—your wish is my command, your highness?"

"That‘s much better."

"And Princess Neutron is much better than the name Space Girl I came up with," Tom said just under his breath after she left. With a self-satisfied smile on his face, he happily went off to find the rest of the group to inform them of B‘Elanna‘s character‘s new name.

Chapter 2

Evil, maniacal laughter punctuated the confines of Captain Proton‘s headquarters followed by a the coalescing black and white image on one of the telescreens of a demonic man standing on a raised dias.

Captain Proton, Spaceman First Class, Protector of Earth, and Scourge of Intergalactic Evil, confidently strode up to the menacing image, followed by his trusty sidekick, Buster Kincaid, and his loyal secretary, Constance Goodheart. Proton grabbed a large shiny microphone. "What do you want this time, Chaotica? Didn‘t you learn your lesson when we defeated you on the Plains of Pluto?"

:::"Captain Proton, if you remember correctly I told you that you would pay for your insolence, and I have come to honor my promise." Tweaking his dark mustache, Dr. Chaotica walked away from his position on the dias to come to stand next to a large, white cone shaped device. It had a silver nose cone slightly larger around than the main part of the rocket with two rounded tail fins at the base. Rubbing his hands over it proudly he turned his gaze towards his audience. "I‘ve decided though that you won‘t pay directly, all of Earth will suffer for your actions!":::

Taking in the phallic shape of the cone, Proton smiled. "Gee, Doc, I‘ve always heard that men over-compensate when they aren‘t well endowed, but this is ridiculous!"

"Good one, Captain," Buster piped up brightly and laughed at the small joke while Constance tried unsuccessfully to demurely blush.

:::"Blast you Proton! Who..who told you?"::: The mad man looked exasperated before he recalled the purpose of his communication. ::: "Ah well...uh...anyway...where was I? Oh, yes, this rocket is aimed directly at Earth‘s North Pole. In approximately two and half hours I will initiate the launch sequence and shortly thereafter the entire polar ice cap will melt. Millions of Earth‘s citizens will perish!!! Not to mention, millions of dollars worth of prime real estate will be destroyed!! But don‘t think that you‘ll be able to stop it; you‘ll be occupied with other matters." :::

Laughing the way only a true evil genius can, a sound akin to fingers grating on a chalkboard, Chaotica terminated the transmission.

"Off to the spaceship!" Proton yelled to his friends.

Chapter 3

Bursting into the rocket ship, Proton, Buster, and Constance joined Beatrice Winslow, already hard at work beside one of the consoles.

"Beatrice, we have to fire up the rocket ship immediately, the fate of the Earth is at stake!" Captain Proton announced dramatically as he quickly seated himself at command central.

B‘Elanna now not only dressed as Miss Winslow but was also wearing her dark hair up in a tight bun, pivoted around raising her box wrench which was coated with a thick white substance. She shook the wrench threateningly at the galactic hero.

"Captain, you have got to be kidding, I‘m still trying to fix the damage to this ship from your last mission! You should think again before you do battle with Chaotica when he uses that marshmallow musket!"

"Hey, Toots," Proton replied ignoring her well-intentioned advice, and snapping his chewing gum in between his words. "I‘ve got a mission to go on, the fate of the world is in my hands!"

Miss Winslow looked at him coldly, shook her head, and dropped the sticky wrench on the floor. "Well, I don‘t normally resort to such extremes," she started to explain. Reaching up to her bun she removed a long bobby pin which she carefully examined. "But desperate times call for desperate measures. Give me ten minutes." Wielding the bobby pin like a sword, Beatrice disappeared into the aft section of the ship.

"Captain, the fuel tank is almost full," Buster Kincaid announced.

"Very good, and Miss Goodheart what is the status of..."

Before he could finish his sentence, the door to the space ship slammed open, admitting the Twin Mistresses of Evil, Demonica and Malicia, entered each armed with a stun gun.

"Hello, Captain, planning on going somewhere?" Demonica, the twin on the left, cooed.

"So you two are what is suppose to occupy us?" Chaotica must be getting desperate. I‘d say he was getting hard up, but well you know small things just aren‘t worth mentioning," Proton joked.

"Up with your hands," Demonica ordered while she and her sister motioned for the trio to step back, allowing Malicia access to the microphone.

Demonica, holding the weapon confidently with her right hand, walked right up to Buster Kincaid. With her free left hand she ran the long painted nail of her index finger lazily around Buster‘s right ear. "Hi, Har..ah, Buster."

"Hi, Megan, you and Jenny are just fantastic," Harry whispered to the dimpled twin. Hearing Seven clear her throat, Harry recalled his line. "You‘ll never get away with this!" Tom rolled his eyes at Harry‘s lukewarm delivery.

"Oh, but I think we will," Malicia informed him cooly. "You see, Pookie..."

"Pookie?" a befuddled Captain Proton queried.

"Pookie. Chaotica. Same thing," Malicia explained with a shrug of her shoulders. Demonica still continued to toy with Buster but kept a watchful eye on the stone-faced Miss Goodheart. "Anyway Pookie said that if we help him with this little ice cube thing..."

"That‘s ice cap, as in polar ice cap," Proton corrected. "If he destroys the ice cap millions of lives will be lost!"

Malicia yawned dramatically. "And millions of dollars in real estate will do down the drain. Yadda, yadda, yadda. Besides, if we help Pookie, he said that we can keep Buster."

Demonica blew into Buster‘s ear to accentuate their claim and continued. "I‘m sure we could find many more interesting things for him to do that you ever could."

<I‘m calm like a pond, serene and composed. Harry repeated over and over to himself, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn‘t help but become aroused by the attention that Megan was bestowing on him.

While Proton, Buster, and Constance were being tied up in the front of the rocket ship, Miss Winslow quickly changed from her dowdy ‚Miss Fix-it‘ clothes to the flamboyant silver outfit complete with mask and of course the lovely, sparkling tiara that Tom had replicated. Performing one final check on her appearance, Princess Neutron exited the ship through the rear auxiliary hatch.

Chapter 4

"Captain, there‘s a vessel approaching on our starboard bow at a rapid speed," Tuvok informed his superior officer. "It is a large vessel, 5.2 times bigger than Voyager and much more powerful. We are no match for them."

"Avoid them!" Janeway roared. "Raise shields, and go to maximum warp!"

"Aye, aye, Captain," Hamilton replied from the helm.

Tuvok raised his head from his console. "The aliens have disabled Voyager‘s shield controls, Captain, and they are closing rapidly. We cannot outrun them."

"Incoming message," the conn officer announced to Janeway.

"On screen, Ensign Connors."

A tall, white-haired, pale alien appeared before them on the viewscreen. "Alien vessel, this is M‘Tegnen of the Agreno mining colony. You have been selected for the honor of working in our mines. Prepare to be transported to our vessel. M‘Tegnen out."

"Open a channel to that vessel!"

"I can‘t, Captain, they aren‘t receiving any communication signals."

"Captain, they have already started to transport members of the crew from Decks 15 and 14." Tuvok stoically reported.

"Tuvok, keep me posted," Janeway snapped as she sprang out of her command chair. "I need options, gentlemen!"

"We could try using cametron particles to disrupt their sensors, Captain." Tuvok suggested.


"We do not have enough cametron particles on hand to shield the entire crew, but we could flood the holodecks with the particles. It is likely the people currently in there could remain undetected, remain on Voyager, and then attempt a rescue."

Chakotay joined the Captain in front of Tuvok‘s station. "Who is in there?"

"Lt. Torres, Ensigns Paris, Kim, and the Delaneys, and Seven of Nine," the Vulcan replied promptly. "The aliens just emptied Decks 12 and 13."

"Can we get anyone else in the holodeck to protect them?"

"There is no time. If we try to transport anyone into the holodecks we might be detected."

"Or if we try and contact them, they would be discovered. Tuvok, lock down the holodecks and do it! Ensign Connors, get me access to the narrative subroutines for the holodecks!"

"Aye, aye. Captain, Decks 10 and 11 and now Deck 9 have just been cleared."

The young ensign‘s fingers flew over his instrument panel and stepped aside. "All set, Captain."

Janeway stepped up to the console and frantically began entering computer code, attempting to rewrite the character algorithms of the only holodeck character in use while she still had the time.

"All crew members on Decks 5 through 8 have just been transported. The people on the holodeck have apparently not been detected. Captain, the Doctor has been transported."

"How is that possible?" Chakotay asked stepped up closer to observe the Security Chief‘s computer display.

"He must have been in contact with one of the crew, Commander."

"You don‘t have much time, Captain," Tuvok warned. "I predict that we have approximately 4.3 seconds before we are also transported."

"I‘m almost done, Tuvok. Just one last command," Janeway announced as she pushed the last series of buttons. "Done!"

"Just in time, Cap...."

Chapter 5

"Make sure they can‘t get away, Demonica!" the other twin admonished.

Demonica smiled sweetly at Buster and proceeded to wrap the rope around his wrists that were crossed behind his back, while her sister started to tie up Constance and Proton.

"We‘ve got you this time," Malicia bragged as she tightened the rope around the blond man.

"That‘s what you think!" a stunning silver clad beauty roared as she stormed into the rocket ship.

The twins looked at each other and then back to the raven-haired beauty that had just spoken to them.

"And just who are you?" the Twin Terrors asked in unison.

"I am Princess Neutron, Heir to the House of Torg and the Holder of the Royal Seal of Honor," the beauty responded, swinging her shiny cape dramatically back over her shoulders to reveal her petite, trim figure.

Tom Paris almost swooned as she did that. The costume was a one-piece outfit, but the neckline plummeted down to her navel revealing quite a bit of tasty flesh. He looked on with approval, not only at the way she‘s was getting into the part but also the way she got into the costume, or for that matter, didn‘t get into the costume. As far as he was concerned, the Delaneys and Seven paled in comparison to her beauty.

The Princess winked at the Captain and then smiled, but the moment was interrupted when Dr. Chaotica‘s oily voice flowed through the speakers and his image flickered to life on the telescreen.

"Voyager is under attack, the crew is about to be transported to an alien ship. The holodeck has been flooded with cametron particles in an attempt to hide you from their sensors. A false warning has been transmitted that Voyager has been set to explode to keep them off the ship. I‘m counting on . . ."

Chaotica look puzzled at what he had just said and Tom and his friends looked at each other. They too were surprised at what had been said.

"I think it‘s Captain Proton to the rescue!" Harry proclaimed.

Chapter 6

"Do you think enough time has passed?" B‘Elanna asked tilting her head up and backwards toward Tom. She was sitting in between his legs, her back to his front still clad in her princess outfit but holding her mask in her hands. Tom could tell that the waiting was really starting to frustrate her.

Tom kissed her temple. "Computer, elapsed time?" Tom queried.

:::Forty-three minutes and twelve seconds.:::

"Any signs of alien life on board?"


"Any signs of any alien ships in the vicinity?"

:::Insufficient data is available to make such an analysis.:::

Tom looked over towards his friends, Harry nodded slightly. "I think it‘s time. Everyone follow me. Our goal will first be to try and access any pertinent data that Voyager‘s sensors have been able to gather. First stop is the bridge. I would suggest that we split up and take alternate routes. Harry, Seven and Megan, you take the maintenance turbolifts, and we‘ll use the central lifts. Any questions?"

No one spoke, but all got to their feet. They broke up into the two groups and proceeded toward the area of the holographic arch.

"Remember, at least one group needs to get to the bridge." Tom reminded them, even though he knew that it was unnecessary. It just made him feel better.

Exiting the holodeck, Tom‘s group took a left and Harry‘s a right. Both groups proceeded down eerily empty corridors but fortunately didn‘t feel the familiar tingle of any transportation device. Harry‘s group arrived on the bridge first, followed shortly thereafter by the others. From the view screen they all could see the alien vessel.

"It‘s huge!" Jenny exclaimed and edged her way closer to Harry Kim for protection. But Harry, intent on his task at his comm station, all but ignored the shapely brunette. "The entire crew, including the Doctor, are on that space ship. I‘ll attempt to download any information I can access without being detected."

B‘Elanna quickly went to her bridge engineering station and began frantically retrieving any pertinent data, while Tom, ignoring command central, took his position at the helm. Megan and Seven both jostled for position at Tuvok‘s station.

"Tom, the shields have been rigged to appear like there is an energy build up," B‘Elanna announced, "like it was going to really explode. But at the stage they are now at, it appears that they are also serving to block the alien‘s sensors from detecting our presence."

Tom turned around from his station to face the rest. "Well, then, let‘s not disappoint the Captain, B‘Elanna." The pilot smiled, he was obviously up to something. "Back in the 20th Century, there was such a thing as a smoke bomb. Sometimes they were used by the military and other times they were used by other people as a prank. They could create a lot of confusion and trouble. What we need are some smoke bombs."

"We are going to fake an explosion?" Seven asked in disbelief.

Tom nodded. "Harry, could you rig a couple of photon torpedoes to explode between Voyager and their ship but without inflicting any damage to Voyager?"

"Well," the Asian replied. "If we were to remove the detonation mechanism..."

"...and replace it with a few gytron gas cylinders, it just might work," B‘Elanna finished.

"We should also load some debris into the airlocks so some residue is left behind," Tom added.

"That would be wise precaution," Seven said.

"Good, B‘Elanna and Harry, get down to weapons, we need to get those deployed immediately!" Seven, Megan and Jenny, you go to Cargo Bay Three and load what you can into the nearest airlock, and don‘t forget to include Neelix‘s endless supply of leola root!"

Working feverishly, Harry and B‘Elanna soon had six 24th Century smoke bombs ready to transport into a pre-established calculated pattern, and the others had filled the airlock to almost overflowing. Seven, still upset with the way the twins were pursuing Harry, was a severe taskmaster and had made the sisters work very hard.

:::"Tom, we have six ready to transport on your orders.":::

"Thanks, B‘Elanna. Make sure you all hold on tight, as soon as they are activated I‘m jumping right to Warp 9.75," the pilot warned the group. The Best Pilot in the Delta Quadrant, made a few last-minute adjustments. "B‘Elanna, on the count of three. One....two...three."

B‘Elanna activated the transporter and the six ‚smoke bombs‘ dematerialized, seconds later they reappeared off Voyagers starboard bow. Seven and the twins returned to the bridge, and the Borg prepared to initiate the opening of the airlock.

Tom with his fingers poised over the controls waited. Before long, smoke began to spew from the canisters. When Tom calculated that enough of Voyager was obscured, he nodded to Seven to release the contents of the airlock and he prepared to make his move.

"Paris to the crew, hold on. I‘m initiating emergency jump to warp!"

Seven braced herself against her console. The twins grabbed the handrail tightly and kept their eyes focused on the handsome helmsman. With a light touch, Tom entered the commands and Voyager sprung like a tiger into the night, winking out of sight when the warp drive engaged. Tom prayed that his plan would work and the aliens would assume that Voyager had exploded.

Chapter 7

Running at a speed of Warp 9.75, Harry and B‘Elanna finally joined the others on the bridge.

"So did we fool them?" Harry asked.

"According to the sensor readings we have successfully deceived them," Seven stated. "The sensors are not picking up any trace of a vessel following us. Apparently, the ‚smoke bomb‘ worked."

The group smiled and let out a large sigh of relief.

"I‘ll continue this course for another four hours before I shut down the engines," Tom stated.

"And then what, Tommy?" Jenny purred.

B‘Elanna growled softly at the way Jenny addressed her lover. Tom smiled reassuringly at the half-Klingon but addressed the non-dimpled twin. "Then we wait, Jenny."

Harry looked up from his ops station. "I‘ve downloaded quite a bit of information from their database, but it‘s going to take me a while to decipher it."

"If you need any help, Harry, I‘d be glad to lend you a hand," Megan offered, sidling up to the ensign. Harry blushed as Megan stood so closely to him that their hips touched.

Seven noticing the exchange between the two, piped up. "I believe that if Ensign Kim requires assistance to analyze that information, I could perform that job more expediently."

Megan looked over to her sister and then back to the Borg.

"Huh?" they asked simultaneously.

The blonde cleared her throat, but before she could try and explain, Tom interrupted. "Seven‘s just saying that she‘s better equipped..."

The twins glared at Tom Paris.

"Um...that she has more experience at decoding alien communications than you two probably have."

Megan and Jenny rolled their eyes in disgust and turned their back to the pilot.

"But, we are going to need all the star charts you two can come up with for the region of space we just left," Tom said soothingly. "And after Harry, Seven, and you two are done, we can meet and discuss all your findings."

The sisters turned back to face Paris, both sporting a well practiced pout of two little girls that hadn‘t quite got what they wanted for Christmas.

It was Jenny who spoke for the pair. "Okay, if you need us we‘ll be down in Stellar Cartography. Come on, Megan, let‘s go."

"I‘ll be down in Engineering if I‘m needed," B‘Elanna spoke up.

"Good." Tom flung his arms to each side. "And I‘ll just hold down the fort here."

Chapter 8

Night came, and Tom divided up the group so at least someone would be on the bridge at all times. But even in the middle of a crisis, Tom Paris was a romantic at heart.

"I‘m here, Harry! You can hit the sack!" B‘Elanna called out as she stepped out of the turbolift and into the bridge.

"He‘s gone already," Tom said, though she couldn‘t see him. "Why don‘t you come down here and join me?"

Following the voice, B‘Elanna wove her way around command central and beside the conn station. Under the starscape of the viewscreen, she found the pilot reclining in front of the helm on a blue blanket that he had spread out. To his left was a wicker basket with a bottle of wine and a loaf of French bread sticking out the opening.

"Tom Paris, what are you doing? And where are the others?"

"I‘ll answer the second question first, m‘lady," he offered and patted the empty area beside him inviting her to sit down. "Either the twins, Seven, and Harry are all nestled snugly in their own beds or ... Harry‘s trying to avoid Jenny, while trying to get Megan to take him seriously, while all three are trying to avoid the ire of one jealous Borg."

B‘Elanna laughed at the thought.

"As to the first question, I‘m waiting for you, m‘love. I‘m here to fulfill one of our little fantasies."

"Fantasies, huh?" B‘Elanna asked. Her eyes shown with excitement and she crinkled her nose at him.

"How many honest now... have you wanted to make love on the bridge?"

The half-Klingon blushed a little but didn‘t deny it. "But what if someone were to come in?"

"All taken care of, the computer has been programmed to alert us in such a case. Computer, reduce illumination to twenty percent and play selection Paris Torres Twenty-One" Lights dimmed and soft music began to play. Tom reached into the basket, withdrew two fluted glasses, and filled them with the synthehol, and passed one to B‘Elanna.

"Tom Paris, I swear you think of everything!"

Sipping the wine B‘Elanna sighed. It had been a long day and it felt very good to relax. Tom pulled himself up into a sitting position and opened up the basket. He took out the bread and a bowl of cubed flotian cheese—her favorite. They ate, talking about little things and then sometimes they were content to not speak at all. Looking into each other‘s eyes was enough sometimes. Sometimes B‘Elanna swore that she learned more just gazing into his blue depths than she did when he wouldn‘t shut up. Tonight was one of those times. As the minutes passed and their physical hunger had been satisfied, she could see the passion sparkle in his eyes, she could sense that he needed more than just food to sustain him. He wanted her...and she needed him.

"Tom we shouldn‘t," she replied simply, "after all it is the bridge." B‘Elanna could almost visualize the Captain, Chakotay and Tuvok at their stations even though the bridge was empty save for her and her lover.

"But when will we ever get another opportunity. And just think, how many people on this ship can actually say that they did it on the bridge?"

"That‘s true. But..."

Tom placed two long fingers across her full lips, took the wine glass from her hand, and reached up placing it safely on the helm console. "No buts, B‘Elanna. If I can‘t hold you, caress you, and show you just how much I care right this instant I think I‘ll die." He unfastened her top and pushed it down over her shoulders.

"Well, we couldn‘t have that now could we?" she purred and mimicking his actions and pulled down the fastener on his top.

Tom reached for the grey undershirt and pulled it over her head, B‘Elanna‘s full breasts, minus a bra, welcomed him. His hands almost touched their softness, but before he could make contact, B‘Elanna had stripped him of his top and was working frantically to rid him of his pants.

"And I want you, Tom Paris. And I want you now!" she roared giving no more thought whether anyone was listening or even watching. With a final tug she stripped him of his pants and his black briefs soon followed. His manhood stood erect, reflecting his urgent need for her as well.

She grabbed him, but he was quicker and flipped her underneath him pulling off her uniform slacks and panties. Beneath his bare flesh, a naked B‘Elanna lay ready to receive his gift. He kissed her first, tenderly holding her face while his lips and tongue explored her forehead and her mouth. B‘Elanna moaned and arched her body upwards so it pressed tightly against him and she could feel his erection against her stomach. She wanted him, wanted to feel him inside of her.

"Now, Tom. Do it now," she whispered huskily.

Ignoring her, he turned his attentions to her breasts and suckled each nipple thoroughly. B‘Elanna writhed under him and parted her legs to allow him access.

"Please, Tom. Please."

"Of course." With one firm push he penetrated her and she howled in delight.

Afterwards, after they had pleasured each other completely, B‘Elanna lay with her head on Tom‘s shoulder. Both were wrapped in the blue blanket as they gazed at the stars above them. Both were very content. And each felt very loved and cherished.

"Good morning, Harry!" Tom greeted his friend cheerfully the next morning on the bridge. B‘Elanna had left to go back to her cabin to shower before going down to Engineering.

"Is it?"

Tom moved from the helm position where he had been checking the status of the ship‘s position, walked around to the front of the helm, and began cleaning up from the night before. "Isn‘t it?

"I just don‘t know how you ever did it." A tired looking Harry Kim lowered himself in Tom‘s helm chair, not even noticing the leftovers of the picnic and love nest from the night before.

"Did what?"

"Handled all those women who always used to hang around you."

The blond man laughed at the communication officer‘s expression.

"To think that I used to envy you. I‘ve got Jenny clinging to me like a vine, while I‘m trying to get Megan to really notice me for who I am, then on top of all that Seven is either trying to intimidate or imitate both of them."

Tom folded up the blanket and put the empty wine bottle and glasses back into the basket. Grabbing the basket by the handle and draping the blanket over his arm, Tom stood up and yawned.

Harry Kim looked across the helm console and to his friend. "Hey what were you and B‘Elanna doing up here last night?"

A knowing grin spread across Tom‘s face.

"You didn‘t!"

"Didn‘t what, Harry?" he asked with a well-practiced innocence.

"Um, you didn‘t...ah..." the young man stammered pointing to the deck in front of the helm console.

"Haaa-rrrry, where are you cupcake?" a voice sounding like Seven of Nine, but with a sing-song lyrical quality they had never heard before, rang out from the turbolift. Seven entered the Bridge. She was clad in her becoming blue-gray cat suit but her hair hung in soft golden waves down past her shoulders. But what surprised them even more was that she also wore a smile.

The men looked at each other.

"I‘d never have believed it if I hadn‘t heard it and seen it myself!"

"See, I told you."

Tom slapped him on the back good naturedly. "Well, I‘ll see you in four hours, Har. Hold down the fort!"

"What?" Harry pivoted around to watch him head towards the turbolift. "Can‘t you stay?"

"Stay? Even Captain Proton needs his beauty sleep. Besides," Tom turned to address the Borg, "I‘m sure Seven will keep you company."

Seven raised her left ocular implant. "Of course I‘ll keep Harry company." She smiled mysteriously at the dark haired ensign.

"Good, do you think your report on the downloaded alien files will be ready by the time I‘m awake?"

"It is my prediction that the report will be complete in three point six hours."

"Good then, we can all meet for lunch in the Captain‘s ready room. See you then." Tom jauntily waved as he exited the bridge, walking into the turbolift just as the Delaneys were getting off. As the door to the lift slid shut, all Tom could hear was giggling from the twins and a low groan from Harry Kim.

Later the six of them, obligatory coffee cups in hand, sat around the conference table in the Captain‘s ready room, but none opted to sit in the Captain‘s seat.

"So you‘re saying that the crew has been shanghaied to work on an alien mining world?" Tom asked Harry Kim.

"Yes, but the problem is, these aliens control eight different planets, they could have taken them to any one of them."

B‘Elanna walked around the conference table to get a better look at the display screen. "Do you have a visual on these planets?"

Harry motioned for Seven to continue. "Computer, display visual HS33," Seven stated. A display of a cluster of stars appeared on the screen before them. Eight colored small disks indicated the mining planets.

"So they could be on any one of these planets? Tom asked.

"No," Megan spoke up. "According to what Jenny and I have discovered only three of them are Class M planets."

Jenny walked up to the screen and pointed out two of the three planets. "These two are about 20 light-years away from where the aliens met up with us. And the last one is approximately 45 light-years away."

B‘Elanna looked back at Tom. "Once we get back to that area of space, we should be able to locate the direction the ship traveled through its warp signature."

Tom nodded. "And Voyager is all set to go back, B‘Elanna?"

"From the other information obtained by the download, I should be able to modulate our shields so the aliens won‘t be able to transport through them. But I can do that en route."

"Then let‘s not waste any time. Let‘s get going!"

Chapter 9

Three days later Voyager had returned to where they had encountered the alien ship and was following a residual warp signature. Tom was seated at the helm and the others manned the stations behind him. "Well, ladies, and Harry, if we continue on this course I think we are going to end up going to the smallest of those three planets. If that‘s the case, we should be within sensor range of that planet some time tomorrow morning. Still no sign of that ship showing up, Seven?"

"I have not detected any alien presence, Ensign."

"Ensign? The pilot brought his hand up to his chest and look of pain was reflected on his handsome face. "Seven, you cut me to the quick."

The Borg looked slightly puzzled but tried again. "I have not detected any alien presence, Captain Proton?"

Tom glowed, all signs of any distress had been erased from his face. "Much better, Seven. Thank you." Turning around in his chair he was surprised to find that B‘Elanna had quietly moved from her position and was now standing right in front of him.

"Listen, Captain Pubescent..."

"It‘s Captain Proton B‘Elanna....P-R-O-T-O-N."

"I don‘t care it you spell it P-I-G, you are still Tom Paris, and don‘t you forget it! We have a mission to complete. We don‘t have time to be playing any silly space games."

"But, B‘Elanna, I‘m just trying to lighten the mood a little," Tom explained with a cute little pout.

The engineer crossed her arms in front of her chest. "Tom, if you know what‘s good for you," she warned and then lowered her voice so only he could hear her, "and if you want more of what you got last night, you‘ll forget about Captain Pipsqueak until the mission is finished and everyone is safely back onboard Voyager. Do I make myself clear?"

"Yes, ma‘am."

Chapter 10

"Tommy, I‘m picking up the planet on my sensors," Megan informed the pilot.


"It‘s just starting to come through, I‘ll relay it to Harry‘s station so he can decode it like he and B‘Elanna did with those downloaded files.

"Very good, any signs of that alien ship, Seven?"

The Borg scanned her instruments. "Negative."

"Tom, they‘re here. That ship delivered replacements to the mining colony four days ago," Harry piped up. "It also looks like we don‘t have a lot of time to rescue them before that ship returns."

"How much time?"

"Two days."

Tom pursed his lips and let out a low whistle. "Any information on the planet‘s sensor and weapon capabilities?"

"Checking." Long minutes passed. "It appears that they have a fairly sophisticated sensor system, in fact their sensor system makes it virtually impossible for us to scan to locate their sensor controls. Their weapons though are limited to our equivalent of Class 2 phasers."

B‘Elanna looked up from the Engineering console. "So we can‘t confidently eliminate the sensor controls. And even though they have only Class 2 phasers, they could cause significant damage to the ship. We can‘t risk being in anything less than tip top condition if that ship should return," she summarized. "If that were to happen, even with the modifications I‘ve made to the shields, any hope of rescuing the crew would be dashed."

"Can they detect us now from the planet?" Tom asked.

"No, not yet, Cap...ah...Tom." Harry answered but looked over to B‘Elanna to see if she had caught his slip up. Apparently she had by the look on her face, but she was choosing to ignore it.

"Are we close enough for a visual of this little gem?"

Harry nodded and punched a series of buttons. "A small nondescript, golden gray planet was shown on the viewscreen."

Tom rose from his station and walk over to get a closer look at the planet. "Computer magnify 225 percent."

Paris looked over the planet intently, though it still looked small on the viewscreen. "Seven are there any moons orbiting this ball of dust?"

"Yes, two."

"Big enough for Voyager to hide behind?"

Seven nodded.

B‘Elanna smiled. "You have a plan don‘t you?"

Tom smiled back. "I might. I just might. I‘m going to use the ready room to work a few things out. Harry can you patch any information you have on the planet into the ready room computer station?" Harry nodded. "Thanks. Hopefully I won‘t be long. If you start to approach the fringes of their sensor range, just throw on the emergency brake." With a wave of his hand, Tom disappeared into the Captain‘s ready room.

A little over a half-an-hour later, Tom exited the room and returned to his position at the helm. "Well, I have a plan. You all just have to tell me if it‘s feasible or not." Tom turned his back to his audience and entered a series of commands into his console. Half of the viewscreen now depicted a graphic display of Voyager, the planet, and both of its moons.

"As you can see," Tom grabbed a laser pointer and aimed it at a point on the planet‘s surface,"this is the location of the mining colony and here we are behind the moon. By keeping one of the moons between us and the planet, we will fly Voyager behind that moon."

"To shield us from the sensors on Agreno," Harry explained.

"Agreno? Sounds like a cleanser?" Tom remarked.

Harry smiled at the joke. "Yep, I just was able to decode some more information from the planet. It‘s called Agreno."

"Okay. Well then, we hide behind one of the moons. Then this next stage of the game will call for a little flying finesse. Flying finesse that will not be provided by yours truly." Tom‘s small crew couldn‘t have been more surprised. "I will leaving the flying of Voyager in Seven‘s capable hands, with Jenny as her assistant. Harry will have the job of piloting the Delta Flyer with Jenny flying shotgun."

"And what will you and I be doing?" B‘Elanna asked trying to sort all of this out.

"This is the part of the plan that you‘ll just love, B‘Elanna, " Tom explained with enthusiasm and pointed to the planet. "The planet‘s primary protective shield is located directly above the mining operations. The rest of the planet is protected by a layer of three net shields. While Seven and Harry are flying, creating a diversion for Agreno‘s sensors, B‘Elanna and I will be orbital skydiving to the planet‘s surface, through the net shields."

B‘Elanna cocked her head in her lover‘s direction. Had she heard him right? "You want both of us to skydive?"

"Yes, according to the ship‘s records, of the six of us, you and I are the only ones who have orbital skydiving experience.

"And just how many times have you orbital skydived?" B‘Elanna asked.

"Um...well twice actually. Once in simulation and once in actuality."

"I think it would be better if I were to do this on my own."

"Out of the question, you need someone else to accompany you.

According to Starfleet protocol..."

"And since when do you agree with Starfleet protocol?"

Tom glared at her but continued. "According to Starfleet protocol, at least two crewmembers should be present for any mission, and in particular a covert operation like this one. If one of us, God forbid, was not able to complete the mission, then at least someone else could attempt to complete it."

B‘Elanna grumbled.

"I‘m willing to follow your lead during the skydive, B‘Elanna. I know that you have much more experience with it than I do. We will have to wear special goggles so we can see the triple net, so we can fly through the holes. I‘ll be counting on you, love, even more than usual." His blue eyes reflected his sincerity.

That one small word really got her attention. Tom Paris had never used the endearment ‚love‘ with other people around. "Ok, Tom, but how do we get to the upper atmosphere?

"Harry and Megan will beam us to within 200 km of Agreno‘s surface. Then it is up to us. When we get on the surface we‘ll have to find a way to disable the protective shield. Then we can signal Voyager so you can begin transporting the crew back." Tom looked around the bridge. "Any questions?"

"It is unorthodox, but it is feasible," Seven commented. High praise coming from the Borg.

"Just tell Jenny and me what you want us to do," Megan volunteered.

"Thanks, ladies."

Harry shook his head. "This is one crazy plan you‘ve come up with Tom, if there was any other way..."

"But there isn‘t, Har."

"I know, I‘ll take good care of the Flyer, I‘ll start modifying her shields immediately."

"And I‘ll begin replicating your skydiving equipment," B‘Elanna offered with a smile, Tom nodded his thanks.

End Part 6

Chapter 11

Safely behind Agreno‘s largest moon, the team waited. Seven was at the helm of Voyager with Jenny stationed at the Ops Station. Hovering outside the ship, the Delta Flyer was prepared to begin the mission by shooting out from behind the moon with Tom and B‘Elanna already suited up and ready to be transported into the atmosphere.

"Harry to Seven, everything is ready to go over here."

:::"Voyager is prepared to begin the mission whenever you are.":::

Tom and B‘Elanna took their seats and Tom gave Harry the thumbs-up signal. Piloting the Delta Flyer admirably but without the finesse of the Chief Pilot, Harry brought the Flyer out from the other side of the moon and flew it deliberately into the sensor range of the mining colony. On the Flyer‘s heels followed Voyager swooping low towards the planet in a deliberate attempt to be noticed.

"Get ready!" Harry yelled from the helm. "Put your helmet on.

On the next run, Megan will transport you to the coordinates." Tom and B‘Elanna got out of their seats and retrieved their helmets. "And you two be careful, I expect to see you both safe and sound back on Voyager."

"You will, Harry," Tom promised.

"Megan get ready. On the count of three." Harry held up three fingers. "One.... Two... Three..."

The pair was enveloped in a shimmer of light. In an instant they were hurtling down through the atmosphere, goggles in place under the helmets, towards one of the openings in the uppermost sensor net. Bringing his arms down towards his side, Tom followed B‘Elanna through the first opening. One down, two more to go.

Harry turned the Flyer back toward the moon while Seven snaked her way just above the uppermost atmospheric levels of the planet, deftly avoiding the phaser fire, trying to buy time for Tom and B‘Elanna to safely land on the planet.

The second sensor net was rapidly approaching, and they altered their direction of flight slightly. The openings in this net though were smaller than the first one. More concentration would have to be expended to avoid touching the sensor grid. B‘Elanna went through with mere centimeters to spare and Tom followed. Two down only one more. Plummeting through the atmosphere, Tom‘s stomach started to flip-flop, this certainly wasn‘t like space walking, and not like he remembered. He would be glad when they finally reached the ground. B‘Elanna was enjoying this sensation as the wind whipped around her and lined herself up for the third and final net, praying that Tom was still behind her. This one they found out to their dismay was comprised of even a smaller grid that the other two. They had to line themselves up so they passed through the net diagonally. The phrase ‚threading the needle‘ seemed to apply, she thought as she concentrated to line herself up correctly and she hoped that Tom would make it through without touching the grid.

In an instant she was through and it hadn‘t felt like she had touched the energy beams. As planned, she pulled herself up from her head-down diving position so more of the air would catch her chest thus slowing her descent. This finally afforded her the opportunity to turn around and see if Tom had made it through.

To her relief, she saw that he too was assuming the age-old

skydiving position, and when he noticed her looking at him he

gave B‘Elanna the ‚thumbs-up‘ signal. Tom himself though was

thinking: <Please let me get down to the surface in time before I

vomit in this helmet.

Calculating that Tom and B‘Elanna had to have passed through the sensor nets, Seven deployed a small communication satellite that would relay any messages from the away team to Voyager, and then pulled the big ship around to the other side of the moon. As soon as Voyager was in position, Harry pulled the Delta Flyer into the shuttlebay and he and Megan joined the other ladies on the bridge to wait.

Chapter 12

Tom and B‘Elanna quickly folded up the parachutes and hid them along with their helmets and plated jumpsuits behind a pile of rocks along with a spare commbadge so that they could be beamed back to the ship.

"That was much better than skydiving on the holodeck, don‘t you think?" B‘Elanna commented with a grin on her face. Hearing no response she turned to the pilot. "Tom, you are absolutely green! Are you going to be sick?"

"Me, sick? No."

"Well I was wondering if this experience was just too intense for you. You know, seeing the surface of the planet getting closer, and closer while the. . . Tom?"

Her words had brought back to his mind what he was trying hard to forget, and without the worry of messing up the inside of his helmet, he knelt down behind a bush and vomited.

"Tom, are you all right?"

He nodded and wiped his mouth with one of the large leaves from the bush. "I‘ll be fine."

"I thought you said that you had some experience orbital skydiving?"

"Oh, I do. I just didn‘t tell you that I don‘t particularly enjoy it. Don‘t worry, B‘Elanna, I‘ll be fine."

She pulled him into a comforting embrace and kissed him lightly on the cheek before she released him. "We can‘t waste any time, do you have your tricorder and phaser?"

Tom checked his backpack. "Yep, all appear to be safe and sound including the grenades." Tom tossed the tricorder to her and clipped the other items to his belt. "Let‘s go!"

Depositing yet another rock into a mine car, Kathryn Janeway paused for a moment and looked up at the sky. "Did you hear that?" she asked her First Officer.

Chakotay tossed the rocks he had been carrying into the mine car, and wiped the perspiration away from his face with his sleeve. "I thought I did..."

"They are firing at something," the Captain concluded.

"Do you think that maybe Voyager is up there?"


B‘Elanna and Tom stopped for a moment, the heat of the planet was taking it‘s toll on the pair. Tom passed B‘Elanna his canteen of water. She took a small sip and passed it back to the pilot.

"You did it again, didn‘t you?" she asked looking him over.

"What did I do this time?"

"I don‘t know how many away missions we go on and you always forget to apply the sunblock. You would think that you‘d learn. You‘ll be burned to a crisp before we are through at this rate."

"Yes, mother." he replied sheepishly.

"I think it must be those damned male hormones, the testosterone, it makes men stupid at times."

"And impossible to resist other times?" Tom answered back with a sly grin on his face.

B‘Elanna growled. <Damn it, he‘s right. "Come on, handsome, just another couple kilometers and we should be at the control building. The sooner we blow it up, then the sooner we can get off this pile of rock."

"Then let‘s go!"

It didn‘t take long for them to traverse the remaining distance. Crouching behind a pile of stones, they took their first look at the building. The building was approximately 10 meters by 15 meters and stood beside the fenced-in mining area. There were a number of antenna-type structures on the roof. B‘Elanna pointed out those to Tom. "Those antennas are what we need to destroy, the building itself doesn‘t really matter."

"So a couple grenades should do the trick?"

"They should, we‘ll just have to see how far Captain Pectoral can throw," B‘Elanna teased.

"B‘Elanna listen," Tom grabbed her both of her shoulders. "It‘s Captain P-r-o-t-o-n."

"Yeah, right." She shrugged her shoulders and unclipped two grenades from his belt and placed them in his hands. "Here, Captain Whatever, time to show your stuff."

Tom grinned at her. "He punched a series of buttons on one of the grenades and handed it to B‘Elanna. Then he did the same with the second. Pulling himself up into a standing position, he quickly hurled the first one onto the roof of the structure. B‘Elanna passed him the second and it soon too found its mark. Before both could detonate, Tom pulled B‘Elanna underneath him for protection. The ground soon shook in two violent tremors as the devices exploded. The rocks that they were hiding behind shifted but fortunately they didn‘t fall. When the vibrations finally stopped, Tom rolled away from the half-Klingon and offered her his hand to help her stand up. Peering out over the rocks, they found that the grenades had done significant damage. But was it enough?

B‘Elanna tapped her commbadge. "Torres to Harry Kim, can you hear me?"

A couple of tense seconds passed.

:::"Barely...B‘Elanna. Something...still be activated. Most of the...shielding is still in place.":::

Tom motioned for her to terminate the communication before they were detected.

"Very good, Harry, Torres out."

"We must be missing something, B‘Elanna."

B‘Elanna nodded. "We have to get around to the other side of the building and check that out."

"It appears that the building is empty or someone surely would have come out after those grenades detonated."

"But someone is bound to come and investigate."

"Then time is of the essence," Tom grabbed B‘Elanna‘s hand and both sprinted to investigate the other side of the building.

Keeping their eyes eye peeled for anyone coming, the pair darted between debris and boulders before they reached the other side of the building. There they found a large cable that extended from the building and penetrated the stony ground.

B‘Elanna checked the tricorder‘s readings. "This line is still active. I think if we sever the cable the rest of the shields will come down." Hearing the sound in the distance of what sounded like a vehicle getting closer, they quickly reached for their phasers.

"We‘ll concentrate the two beams on the area where it exits the building," Tom said. He fired his weapon and B‘Elanna joined him. The cable began to glowing, whatever substance the cable was made of, it was a lot more resilient than it first appeared.

"Just a bit longer, Tom!" B‘Elanna yelled over the whine of their weapons.

Even over the hum of the phasers, they could hear the vehicles getting nearer and nearer. They stood their ground and continued to fire. Finally, just as the vehicles pulled around a group of dried-out cactus-type plants the cable fell away from the building.

Wasting no time, B‘Elanna and Tom ran for cover towards the rocks that they had hidden behind before. This time Tom slapped his commbadge. "Harry, try it now!"

"Acknowledged..... You did it!" Harry pointed toward Seven and the Borg pulled Voyager away from behind the moon so it would be in position to begin transporting the crew.

"We have some guards on our tail. So keep a lock on us."

"We will, Tom." Harry grimaced at the sound of projectiles being fired at his friends over the commbadge.

As soon as they were in range, the Delaneys, each manning a separate transporter room began beaming the crew back to the ship. As soon as the Captain, Chakotay, and Tuvok were back on board they headed right for the bridge.

"Harry, Seven, where are Tom and B‘Elanna?"

"Well, Captain, they still haven‘t beamed up yet, their commbadges signals come and go. I figure that they must be running around some type of rock formations because I keep on detecting Zargonite. Which would explain the problem we are having zeroing on to their commbadge signals. We are keeping them monitored, and as soon as we receive a lock on them, we will beam them up."

"I see, so it was those two that blew up that building near the edge of the mine. We could see the explosions from where we were working."

"Harry," Megan‘s voice rang out sweetly over his communication system. "We just beamed Tom and B‘Elanna aboard. Both safe and sound. That‘s the last of them. Everyone is present and accounted for."

Harry smiled with relief as did everyone else on the Bridge— even Seven of Nine.

"Seven, get us back on course to the Alpha Quadrant, warp factor 8."

"Yes, Captain."

Chakotay turned to Harry. "There is one thing I want to know, Ensign. How did Paris and Torres get down to the planet?"

The Captain pivoted around to look at Harry Kim herself. "I think that‘s a question I‘d like to have answered myself."

Harry looked a bit uncomfortable at having to supply his superior officers with the answer. Seven turned around from her temporary position at the helm. "I think it would be prudent to wait until Lt. Torres and Ensign Paris were able to come to the bridge to explain what has transpired over the last few days."

Janeway was surprised by Seven‘s answer but nodded her concurrence. "Very well, I‘ll be in my quarters cleaning up. I want to see all of the senior staff, including the Delaneys, in my ready room in forty-five minutes."

Chapter 13

"You two skydived through three security nets in order to reach the planet?" Janeway asked, still not believing what she had been told.

B‘Elanna and Tom looked sheepishly at each other.

"Just who was in charge up here while we were on that planet? This doesn‘t sound like some scheme that our Mr. Kim would come up with, does it, Mr. Paris?"

"No, no ma‘am it doesn‘t. I came up with this plan."

"It was a pretty unconventional," Chakotay remarked.

Janeway smiled. "Yes, but typically Tom Paris. You did a good job, Tom. I‘m placing a commendation in your file. I don‘t think it will be long before I can restore your lieutenant rank."

B‘Elanna looked at Tom, she was very proud on him and wanted him to know it. And he did.

"We‘ve got you this time," Malicia boasted, as the tightened the rope around Captain Proton.

"Not if I can help it!" Princess Neutron thundered. Brandishing a small, elegant ray gun, the royal galactic beauty entered the space ship. "Drop your weapons and get away from them!!!"

"Ooo," the evil twin sisters cooed together and dropped their weapons on the floor.

"What shall I do with you?" Neutron asked as she herded the two ladies away from Captain Proton and his friends.

"We don‘t have time to turn them over to the authorities, Princess. But we could restrain them in the ship‘s brig," the Captain suggested, Demonica and Malicia pouted. "I‘ll even assign my number one sidekick, Buster Kincaid to guard them." The twins made a bee-line for the brig, grabbing Buster along the way to make sure that he followed the Captain‘s command.


"Yes, Miss Goodheart?"

"I think it would be a good idea if I were to go, just in case the twins were to...ah....try something?" Seven said hoping that she was getting the dialog right.

Tom tried hard not to laugh. He knew that Harry would kill him for sticking him with the three ladies yet again. "Excellent idea Constance. I‘m sure the Princess and myself can save the world without you."

A happy Captain Proton chewed his gum lustily and turned to the Princess. "Princess, you saved our lives! It‘s is now time to save the world once again! Will you join me?"

"Of course, I always carry a spare rocket pack!"

"Ahh, the girl..." B‘Elanna glared and Tom backpedaled.

"Um...the woman of my dreams!"

Taking off, the Princess and the Captain streaked along the black-and-white-poor-excuse-for-a-sunset, darkening sky.

Landing in Chaotica‘s mad laboratory, the pair quickly overpowered the Doctor‘s henchmen, and with Chaotica cursing their unexpected entrance, they flipped the switch to deactivate the phallic-shaped rocket. Thus the world was saved, only for it to be threatened in a future episode.

"Captain Proton," Chaotica sneered, "I see that you had to get a little help this time—she‘s quite the beauty."

The Captain smiled, snapped his gum, and pulled the Princess close to him with one arm while he still maintained his ray gun pointed at the evil doctor. "Yes, she is gorgeous isn‘t she?" He gazed smokily into the Princess‘ dark eyes. "Princess, do you think that there could ever be a future for a Captain and a Princess?"

A low sexy growl emanated from the Princess‘ throat. "Do you think there‘s a future for say a lieutenant and an ensign?"

"Hmmmm. You know there could be?" Tom smiled at the analogy and chewed on his gum. "Kiss me, your Highness."

"I thought you‘d never ask Captain Proton."

"Say that again."


"What you just said."

"I thought you‘d never ask."

"The last part."

B‘Elanna smiled knowingly. "Captain Proton?"

"That‘s it!" To reward her, he brought his lips down to touch her own. The Princess raked her fingers through his hair and pulled him closer to her. She opened her lips and pressed against his slightly parted mouth with her tongue. He willingly granted her access, and brought the hand holding the ray gun down and holstered the weapon. From experience, he knew he needed two free hands to handle his woman. They barely heard Chaotica‘s footsteps as he slipped out of his headquarters and into the night. There would be other adventures in the holodeck where they would meet up again.

The Captain brought both hands around the Princess and under her cape. He ran the fingers up and down her spine where he knew her flesh was sensitive.

She continued to explore his mouth with her tongue, tasting the minty tingle of the gum as she tangled her tongue around his. A moan of ecstasy emanated from her throat as he slipped his fingers between the material of the costume and her buttocks.

It was the Protector of Earth and Scourge of Intergalactic Evil that pulled away first. Humans always did require more oxygen than Klingons, she mused.

"You are just incredible."

The Princess chewed on the gum with great satisfaction.

"How did you do that?" the Captain asked pointing to her mouth.

She smiled and pulled a piece of the gum away from her lips so it formed a long strand and then using her talented tongue pulled it back into her mouth and grinned at her accomplishment. "Beatrice Winslow knows."

"I just bet she does."

The End.

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