Title: The Prince
Author: Leone
Rating: PG
Codes: C/P, K/T, AU
Archive: Cha_Club, TPD, CPSG, Paris Nights. Everywhere
else, ask. I'll probably say yes, but I'd like to know where my
stories are.
Feedback: tarrashenna@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Everything Star Trek belongs to Paramount, not me.
This story along with any other characters belongs to me,
though. Oh, and I'm not making any money on this.

Summary: See part 1

Thanks to Elli for digging me out of the corner I'd written myself

Warning: This is about a relationship between two men. If you
don't like that, don't read it.


The Prince
By Leone

Part 34

When Tom and Chakotay arrived in sickbay, Dr. Kéla'an looked
up from the readings he was taking of Captain Janeway. He was
about to greet the two men, when he noticed Tom's anger.
"What's wrong, Captain Paris?" he asked as he shut the tricorder.

Tom's eyes narrowed, and for a moment it looked like he was
about to say something. Then he obviously changed his mind.
But the doctor noticed that something was amiss; he just didn't
know what that was. "Never mind," Tom answered. "How is
Captain Janeway?"

"Her readings are normal," Dr. Kéla'an answered. "She should
wake up any moment now."

Tom nodded and moved over to stand beside her biobed, closely
followed by his husband, who stopped beside Tom. Dr. Kéla'an
noticed Chakotay was keeping his distance. The Commander
obviously knew that at least something was wrong.

"I'll be right back," the doctor said, then turned and went into
his office. He sat down and opened a comm line. "Dr. Kéla'an to
Lieutenant Kim."

"Kim here. What can I do for you, Doctor?"

"I realize that you're on duty, but could you come down to sickbay?
Captain Paris is in a bad mood, and I don't think that
Commander Chakotay knows what to do about it."

"Of course," Harry said. "I'll be right down. Kim out."

Dr. Kéla'an closed his comm line, then rose from his desk and
walked over to the sickbay replicator, where he placed an order
for a glass of water. When his order materialized, Dr. Kéla'an
picked up the glass and carried it over to the biobed where Captain
Janeway had just regained consciousness.

Tom saw Dr. Kéla'an return with a glass of water and slid an
arm under Janeway's shoulders, gently helping her to sit up.
Then he took the glass from the doctor and handed it to Kathryn
with a slight smile. "Here you go, Captain."

Janeway returned Tom's smile, then drank the water slowly.
When she had finished, she handed the now-empty glass to Dr.
Kéla'an, then turned back to Tom with a questioning look.
"How long have I been in stasis? And how about the rest of the
crew? Where...."

Tom held up a hand to silence her. "One thing at a time," he
said, not at all surprised by her questions. "To answer the second
question first, the rest of the crew is fine. The only ones still in
stasis are the children, and the doctor will start reviving them in
a day or two." Interpreting the expression in Kathryn's eyes correctly,
he explained, "It was my decision to have you revived
last. I wanted to return the ship to you, fully manned."

Kathryn smiled. "Thank you, Tom. Now, how long have I been
in stasis?"

Tom sighed deeply, dreading her reaction when she found out
exactly how long she'd been sick. "Seventeen weeks," he finally
answered the question quietly.

Kathryn's eyes widened in shock. "Seventeen weeks?" she repeated.
"I've been in stasis for *seventeen weeks*?" When Tom
nodded in confirmation, she turned towards the doctor. "When
did you find the cure for the virus?"

"Three weeks ago," Dr. Kéla'an answered calmly.

"It took this long to get the crew out of stasis?" Kathryn asked
frowning. When the doctor nodded 'yes', her frown deepened.

Dr. Kéla'an sighed, then explained. "Once I administered the
serum, it started working right away. However, it took eight
hours before the patient was clear of any traces of the virus and
regained consciousness. And then, I've kept them here for an
additional four hours, to be sure there were no side effects."

Kathryn considered the doctor's words carefully. After a moment,
she opened her mouth to ask another question, only to be
interrupted by the arrival of Harry Kim.

When Harry saw that Janeway was awake, he smiled to her.
"Captain Janeway! You're awake. Welcome back."

Kathryn returned his smile. "Thank you, Mr. Kim."

Harry nodded, then turned and looked at Tom. Noticing the subtle
expression of anger in the blue eyes, he gently touched the
other man's arm, getting his attention. "Tom? Can I speak with
you in private?"

Tom turned to his friend. "Of course, Harry." Then he turned his
gaze to Kathryn. "Excuse us for a moment, Captain," he said.
Turning around, he then looked at the doctor. "Can we use your
office, Doc?"

When Dr. Kéla'an nodded in confirmation, Tom and Harry
moved away from the biobed and walked into the doctor's office.
Harry closed the door behind them, walked over to the
couch and sat down, gesturing for Tom to sit beside him.

Once Tom sat down, Harry turned to look at him again. "Okay,
Tom," he said. "What's wrong *this* time?"

Tom lifted an eyebrow. "What makes you think anything's

Harry sighed in exasperation. "C'mon, Tom. I *know* you." He
ran a hand through his hair. "Besides, who has dealt with your
mood swings for the past several weeks? Hmm?"

Tom smiled. "It hasn't been easy for you, has it, Harry? Dealing
with *two* pregnant persons at the same time?"

Harry smiled gently. "Oh, you and B'Elanna weren't all *that*

Tom stared at Harry in mock disbelief. "No? That's funny. I
could have *sworn* there were times when you wanted nothing
more than to knock our heads together."

Harry snorted in amusement. "Knock your heads together, no.
Smack some sense into you, yes," he said with a slight smile. He
waited for Tom's laughter to end, then continued. "Now, stop
avoiding my question, and tell me why you're so mad."

Tom's eyes narrowed in renewed anger. "Chakotay made a
comment about my ability as a lover," he said, obviously upset.
Seeing that Harry didn't understand, he elaborated. "In the mess
hall. Anyone could've heard."

Harry kept staring at Tom in confusion. It was usually
*Chakotay* who wanted their private life to stay just that, private.
"And that upset you," he observed. When Tom nodded, he
asked, "Why? You don't usually have a problem with making
comments like that in public." He thought about it for a moment.
"Or is it the fact that *Chakotay* made such a comment that
bothers you?"

"Yes... No... I don't know."  Tom frowned slightly. "It just
bothers me."

"I can see that," Harry said. "Have you told Chakotay?"

Tom blushed in embarrassment. "No," he mumbled.

Harry sighed deeply. "Don't you think you should?"

"I guess I should," Tom admitted. He looked pleadingly at
Harry. "Would you go get him?"

Harry smiled gently. "Sure thing, Tom." With that, he rose from
the couch and walked over to the office door. Just as he was
about to open it, he heard Tom's voice behind him.

"Thanks, Harry."

Harry turned to look at Tom. "What are friends for?" he asked,
then turned back to the door, opened it and left the doctor's office.
Leaving the door open behind him, Harry walked over to
Chakotay who was speaking with Janeway.

When Chakotay noticed Harry standing beside him, he interrupted
his speech, and looked questioningly at the younger man.

Harry smiled reassuringly. "Tom wants to talk with you."

Chakotay smiled in relief, then frowned. "Do you know why he
got so mad at me?"

"He'll tell you himself," Harry answered seriously.

Chakotay nodded in understanding, then went into the doctor's
office where Tom was waiting for him.