Angels on High
by Judy

Summary: Tom and Chakotay have a couple of guardian angels: Will and Jack crossing over from the Will and Grace series
turn out to be the angels. A little humor. A little angst. Written in response to Bridget's challenge for a holiday story for Britta.
This is second-ish season wish fulfillment.

Disclaimer: C and P and the Voyager crew are Paramount's, sigh. Will and Jack don't belong to me either. No copyright
infringement intended.

Copyright, 2000. Public or private feedback is welcome.

Warning: Male-male affection. If that's not your thing, please take a pass on this story. This one's for Britta. 

Archive/Post: CPSG, ATPS, Allslash, CKOS, BLTS, ASC/EM, others please ask

Other Voyager slash stories may be found on my web page with stories on that page rated R or PG-13.

Dec. 18, 2000

                                         Angels on High
                                            By Judy

"Oh! Oh! This is so-o sweet."

"Sweet? Jack, they're in a crashed shuttle."

"But, Will, look at them. They're all cuddled up together."

"They were thrown that way by the force of the crash."

"What are we supposed to do now?"

"We wait."

"You know, Will, I really like Tom. Have you noticed how blue his eyes are? Will? I'm just making conversation here, waiting
for them to wake up. Will?"

"Listen to me, Jack. You got Chakotay. You know, dimples, dark eyes, great tattoo? Tom is mine."

"Uh-oh. That was very forceful, very, very forceful. Have I stepped on some toesy-woesies?"


"Look. Look, there. I think those blue eyes are opening."

Groans. Moans.


"Shit," from Tom.


"My, my language."

"Shut up, Jack."

"Why don't you do something?"

"Like what? Land on Tom's shoulder and tell him I'm his guardian angel and unless he gets his butt in gear soon he's out of

"Will? What's with all the hostility?"

"I want to see the guys, you know, become involved. It's clear they care about each other but that mess with the Kazon a short
while ago.... I'm not sure Chakotay will ever forgive him."

"Will. Chakotay just crashed the shuttle while Tom was supposed to be resting. This isn't likely to change things."

"Sh-h. Tom's waking up."

"Oh, and he's going to hear us?"

"He doesn't look good."

"That's a nasty, nasty bruise on his forehead. But those eyes...."

"Jack." A beat. "Pay attention to your guy, he's coming around."

"Poor baby. I hate the sight of blood."

"Sit down, Jack."

"That's a laugh. I'm an angel, I can fold my wings, I can fly nicely through the heavens, lots of heavens, but I can't sit down."

"Then pipe down."

"Testy, testy."


"Okay, z-zip, zip. See my lips are zipped."

"Let's listen."


"Oh, shit," Tom mumbled again. "Chakotay? Commander?"

"I'm here."

"What happened?"

"Let's get untangled first."

"Did you hear that, Commander?"

"Hear what?"


"No. Just yours."

"I thought I heard voices. Weird."

A few moments of creative untangling....

"Sorry, Paris."

"It's okay, you just poked me in a delicate area."

"I said I was sorry."


"What? Are you hurt?"

"I think...."

"Paris? Tom? Hey, wake up here. You can't go to sleep. You've probably got a concussion."


"Oh, don't you just love the way Chakotay is holding him?"

"He's trying to wake Tom up."

"Yes. A little mouth to mouth resuscitation. This is wonderful."

"Actually, it is."


"Thank all the spirits."


"You're welcome."

Rustling sounds of wings stretching out.



"Tom? You're back."

"What happened?"

"You passed out. I thought I'd lost you."

"Were you kissing me?"

"Reviving you."


"Did you want me to kiss you?" A beat. "Tom?"

"I don't feel well."

"I'm getting up now and I'm going to bring back the medkit. Don't go away."

"Uh-huh." Groans.


"What's wrong with Tom?"

"Internal injuries. Concussion."

"How bad is it?"

"I don't know, Jack."

"Well, you don't have to snap at me."

"I didn't mean to. I'm just worried."

"Well, you're his guardian angel. Do something."

"If you'd been on the job, this shuttle crash would never have happened."


"Jack, you know how prone Chakotay is to crashing shuttles. That's how his last angel lost her job."

"I'm going to lose my new job?"

"I didn't say that. But you were ogling my guy's butt and you weren't paying any attention to what your person was doing."

"My guy was ogling your guy's butt. I was merely following his eyes."

"Yeah. Right."

"It's true." A beat. "Okay, Will. One more time. Am I going to lose my job?"

"Help Chakotay find the medkit. The shuttle's a mess. Give him a little guidance or he won't find it in time."

"And what are you planning to do?"

"I'm going to talk to Tom."

"That's against the rules!"

"I don't care. I'm not going to lose him."

"Fine by me. I don't want to lose that hunky blond either."

"Go help Chakotay."

"I am already."



"Tom, you have to stay awake."


"It's important. Chakotay's looking for the medkit but you have to hang on until he finds it and gets back to you."

"Am I dead?"

"No. Of course not."

"Then why am I seeing some guy with wings?"

"Oh, those."

Flap, flap. Whoosh. Flap.


"They come in handy."

"Then, I'm dead."

"Well, that's a common misconception."

"I'm not dead?"

"You almost died."

"But I'm not dead now?"

"Chakotay saved you."

"I'm tired. Hurts...."

"No. No. Wrong response. Tom. Focus on me. That's it, put those baby blue eyes on me. You like the wings? I can do all
sorts of flying stunts with them."

More flaps and whooshes.

"Who are you?"

"That's it. Stay with me, Tom."


"Not sick. Please don't be sick, Tom."


"I'm Will. I'm your guardian angel."

Upchucking, hurling, gagging sounds.

"Well, I've never had that reaction before."

"Not personal." A beat. "So, I'm dreaming?"

"No. You're awake and I'm letting you see and hear me."

"How long?"

"Um, you sound angry."

"How long have you been this guardian angel?"

"Well, I wish I could say it's been your whole life....You don't like that idea, do you? You see, there was this other guy. He
screwed up. Then there was another one. She didn't do a very good job. I've been with you since the Caretaker array."


"I see. You thought *I* was responsible for all those problems you had? Here's the thing: guardian angels watch out for their
charges and try to nudge them in the right directions. You know that voice that says 'don't'? That's usually one of us. But we're
ignored a lot. People don't understand. They don't want to listen. They think it's their parents, or something like that. So, they
just pretend they didn't hear us. I can see that hit home. I'm sorry. I don't know why they thought I could help you. But one of
my mortals was James Kirk. You've heard of him? He's now an apprentice angel, did you know that?"

"Kirk. The legendary Kirk?"

"Yes. I helped him see the possibilities in Spock. I did. That was my work."


"Don't fade on me, Tom."


"Jack, hurry up and get that medkit. Tom's not gonna last much longer. And I'm running out of stuff I can tell him."

"We're tripping over it now!"

"Then trip on back here!"

"We're on our way."


"Tom. Come on, Tom. It's Will. Stay with us here. Listen to my voice."

"Were you talking to someone?"

"You weren't supposed to hear that."

"Cold. Very cold."

"Chakotay's on his way. He's got the medkit." A beat. "Tom!"


"Stay awake, babe. There you go. See...Chakotay's on his way."

Metal creaking, smashed shuttle parts stirring, person cursing. Chakotay. Another voice cursing. Jack.

"Wanna sleep now."

"NO!!!! Tom!!! You've got to stay awake. Listen, when you're better, I'll come to see you."

"Sure, you all say that."

"I will. I promise."

"Fly. I wanna fly."

"You'll fly. You'll see."


"Why what?"

"Why am I seeing you? Never saw one before."

"It's the day of an old Earth holiday. We celebrated it back in the 21st century. You may have heard of it. Christmas?"

"Long time ago."

"Yes. It was."

"You look so young."

"One of the privileges of being a three hundred year old angel. You get to pick your appearance."

"You're really my guardian angel?"

"Yes. And I'm sorry about the crash. That was Jack's fault."


"Chakotay's guardian angel."

"Chakotay won't like that."

"No. He won't. But you won't tell him. You won't really remember we talked."

"Oh. So I am dead."

"Ah. Here's the commander with the medkit. You're going to be all right now."

"Did Chakotay kiss me?"

"He was reviving you. But you wanted him to kiss you?"


"You have a beautiful smile, Tom. A little tip from your guardian angel: When he fixes you up, give him a kiss and then smile at
him. That same smile you just gave me while you were thinking of him. It's a killer."

"Uh, kiss him and then smile?"


"It'll do what?"

"Start something you both want."

"You're sure?"

"Trust me on this. I know about guys." A beat. "Oh, and one thing. Find some mouthwash first?"

"I threw up, didn't I? Okay."


"Tom, how do you feel now?"


"I thought I'd lost you."


"You know I actually tripped over the medkit. I wasn't sure I was going to find it in all this rubble."

"I'm glad you did."

"So. You really do feel better now?"

"Yeah." A beat. "And thanks for using the phaser on the mess I made."

"It's okay."

Heavy breathing, rustling movements, lip locking smooches, sighing wonderment, tender touches.

"Tom? When we're back on Voyager?"

"Yeah." Breathless.

"We do this on a bed."

More lips locking, body parts meeting, clothes disarraying, shuttles stirring, galaxies cartwheeling.


"That is so-o nice."

"It is, isn't it."

"My, my."

"I know. Your guy has his hand down the pants of my guy."

"I want to get closer."


"You lied to Tom."

"What? I did?"

"That whole thing about how you could show yourself to him because it was Christmas? You lied."

"I know."

"So why did you do it?"

"I was afraid if he thought he was really dead he would give up."

"But he was dead. Chakotay had his hands full bringing him back once he found the medkit."

"You did a nice job helping him find it."

"Thank you, Will." Sounds of wings preening. "But you lied to Tom so he wouldn't know he'd died?"


"Works for me."



"You heard that screeching, didn't you?"

"It sounded like...."

"You know, I understood when Grace was assigned to B'Elanna, but what intelligence in the universe assigned *her* to

"Well, I want to know how she got those wings in the first place."

A female voice, high pitched, terminally nasal, "Will? Jack? You-who! It's me, Karen. I could use some help here."

"I don't think so," sotto voce.

"Your guy's going to be all right. We'll just fly off for a little bitty fly-by."

"Our guys could use the privacy. Right?"

Sounds of wings flapping, whooshing, flapping urgently, then the sibilant sounds of soaring angels flying out into the shining
colors of the galaxy.

"Oh, you-who!"


"Did you hear that?"

Nibble, suck, nibble, slurp. "Nope."

The End