Disclaimer, No, they don't belong
Standing Up For A Friend.
By Isabelle S.
Commander Chakotay and Lieutenant
Tom Paris materialized on
Voyager's transporter platform.
The moment the older man felt
whole again, he purposefully stepped
down without saying a word.
"Now, *that* did not impress me."
He heard Paris called from
behind him. Chakotay tried
to control his anger as he turned to
face Paris. "What the hell
did you think you were doing down
"Careful, Lieutenant," the Commander
warned, not liking the tone
of the younger man. He was
walking along the line of
insubordination and Chakotay did
not want to here anything of
what Paris had to say.
"*Careful?!* Now, lets here your
definition of careful,
Commander, because careful was not
what you were down there."
"Paris, I would refrain from making
any comments if I were you,"
Chakotay said coming closer to the
man. He did not like his own
tone either. It was resentful,
even a bit hateful. It was
unbelievable just how much Paris
could bring the worse out of
"Well, I'm not you and like hell
I am going to shut up! That
stunt you just pulled was right
"I don't think that you're the one
to talk. If there is someone
on board who should be lock up because
of his reckless behaviour,
it's you, Paris."
"At least, I know what I can do and
what I cannot do. I already
died twice, Commander, and I am
pretty sure that next time I will
remain that way. So I do my
damn best to remain alive. Now, if
*you* want to get me kill.
I'll step back on that platform and
let you space me yourself.
Just don't put me through this kind a
shit again. I lost enough
friends as it is."
Chakotay blinked. Had Tom Paris
just called him a friend? "I
don't want to get you killed," he
told Paris, a bit at lost.
"That's good to hear," Tom said with
mock relief. "Now, when
you'll find yourself wandering the
Spirits Plains because you got
yourself kill doing a stunt like
you just did, I hope that Spirit Guide of
yours will tell you that you should
have listening to that man who risked being put in the brig for insubordination,
he might just have been right."
"You care," Chakotay said, somewhat
"And you're surprised?" Tom replied,
shaking his head. as if him
caring had been obvious all along.
Maybe it had, Chakotay
"Tom, thank you."
"Forget about it," Paris dismissed.
He started making his way towards the doors.
Chakotay stopped him by putting a
hand on his shoulder. "No, I won't. You were right. What
I did down there was reckless and stupid. It could have gotten us
Tom shook his head again. "Chakotay,
with Harry gone on that one-
week mission and you going AWOL,
who else is going to be here to
teach me to be careful? I
already know that I can't count on the
Captain for that," he finished with
a small grin.
Chakotay could not repress his chuckle.
"I can see your problem."
"Good," Tom said, still smiling.
"Let's report to Captain before she
comes looking for us,"
"What are you going to tell her?"
"That you just dressed down your
superior officer as you stood up for a
friend," Chakotay replied leading
them both out of the room.
"Who said we were friends?"
Tom asked him.
"You just did."
"Oh, it must be true then," Tom confirmed.
The transporter chief allowed himself
both a sigh a relief and a small
chuckle as the doors closed
behind his two superior officer. As he not
have been there, he would never
had believed what had just happened.