Pairing: C/P, A/K, C/f implied,
Disclaimer: Paramount owns them,
expect for a couple
of characters I made up myself.
They'll be easy to
spot. I wanted to see how well they'd
Summary: Set five years after
the crew from Voyager
returns to the Alpha Quadrant by
way of the Borg
conduit. Alternate Universe: Tom
Paris is a famous
singer. Chakotay has a Personal
Company. Tom needs protecting. Can
Chakotay save him
from a manic? Sound familiar? Of
course it does!
Warning of sorts and Author Notes:
I say this is mild
angst but I could be wrong. Oh,
and for those of you,
who get squeaked over het pairings,
preferences to that kind relationship
in here. I
promise nothing graphic at all.
Just wanted to let you
know. Yes it's OCC. Yes there are
some instances that
you will feel more like you're in
the 21st century
than the 24th century but I couldn't
help it. I like
in the 21st century and I believe
some things will
still be around in 300 years. If
this is something
that might bother you or offend
your sensibilities, I
promise I won't be upset if you
chose not to read it.
Another Author Note: In my world
no one stayed in
Starfleet. After seven years of
being something other
than that, no one had the heart
to go back to the
stiff regiment that is the military.
Feedback: Sure thing, I can take
Flames will be used to fan the
fire under my muse's well-rounded
butt help her write
Kathryn and Chakotay (no lord not
into the restaurant, eyes darting
back and forth, checking every inch
of the place.
Force of habit, going back to his
days in the Maquis.
It only took a moment before he
spotted her. She
looked the same, maybe a bit grayer
than the last time
he saw her, but that was the only
difference. He moved
through the bar slowly, still making
sure he knew
where everyone was. When he reached
her table he
"Hello, Kathryn. It's been a while."
He leaned down
and kissed her cheek.
Kathryn smiled and kissed him back,
It's good to see you. Thank you
for meeting me. Have a
seat, please. Would you like a drink?"
She motioned to
the waitress. "You look wonderful!
I see that your job
keeps you quite fit."
"Just a guava juice, thanks." He
told the waitress,
then turned back to his old friend.
"I have to stay in
shape somehow. You look quite beautiful
Kathryn, as always."
"Thank you, you're too kind. I'm
sure you want to
know why I asked you here."
Chakotay laughed, "Some things never
Let's just jump right in, always
"Well, you know what they say, 'Can't
teach an old
dog new tricks'."
"I'd never call you an old dog. So,
what was so
urgent that it couldn't wait until
I was back on Earth
"It's about Tom."
Chakotay stiffened, "What about Tom."
"He's in trouble, Chakotay. He needs
"I'm sure that Tom Paris can look
Kathryn. He doesn't need anyone's
"That's where you're wrong, Chakotay.
You're the only
one that can help him."
"Well, why don't you tell me what
kind of trouble
he's in. I'll tell you if I can
help or not," Chakotay
said in resignation.
"Six months ago, he started receiving
first, they seemed harmless enough,
a fan that wanted
attention, I suppose. Over the next
couple of months,
Tom's people ignored the letters.
As a matter of fact,
he didn't even know about any of
them, after the first
one. A month ago, he was doing an
interview at a local
station in Portland, before a concert,
a package was
delivered to his hotel suite. Harry
took the package
from the bellhop, it blew up in
"My god, is he okay?" Chakotay gasped.
"He's getting better. Anyway, once
that happened, Tom
decided that he needed to start
paying attention to
more of the details. That's when
he found out about
the rest of the letters. Needless
to say he was quite
upset, more upset that no one told
him than the
contents of the letters. Two days
ago, someone broke
into his adobe in San Angelos and
video, award and citation he has
received since he
started his career. On top of that,
they set the place
on fire. He and Miral had only been
there the day
"That must've scared him. I know
how protective he is
of her since B'Elanna died."
"Yes, upset is one word I'd use,
furious is another.
He refuses to let whoever this is
interrupt his life
or endanger Miral. Chakotay, I'm
asking you to be his
bodyguard until we can find out
who this nut is."
"Kathryn, I don't think it's a good
idea that I get
involved with Tom and his problem.
Greg's good, he can
take care of it."
"No. Greg was the one who suggested
I get in touch
with you. He said he's out of his
depth here. Whoever
this is, has gotten passed every
security measure Greg
has taken. The house incident is
what prompted Greg to
suggest you. He can't be there anyway,
he is taking
care of Harry."
"As he should, I wasn't thinking."
"Chakotay, Tom needs you. Please,
come back to Earth
with me and talk to him. Help him."
"Kathryn.." Chakotay sighed, "All
right, I'll talk to
him. Perhaps I can help strengthen
recommend someone for the job."
"No, you have to be the one to do
"I can't. Don't you understand, I
can't protect him,
I can't be near him."
"You mean to tell me that you can't
put your feelings
in check to help an old friend?"
"He's more then an old friend, and
you know it."
"But he doesn't. He has no idea,
and he won't
understand if you refuse to help
him. Unless, of
course, you're willing to tell him."
Kathryn knew the
only way to get him to agree was
to challenge him.
"Tom agreed with Greg." That was
a low blow, she knew
"I'll explain why I can't help him."
"So, after all these years you're
going to tell him
how you feel and in the next breath,
tell him you
can't protect his and Miral's life?"
"No! I'll never tell him how I feel.
That I won't do.
I'll explain that I am too close
and *that* will get
in the way of doing my job."
"So that's how you have managed all
this time. By not
getting close to your clients?"
"Of course it is. I have to keep
a clear head, if I'm
involved, mistakes can be made.
You know that." The
last part came out in a whisper.
He refused to believe
that she had forgotten what happened
the last time he
tried to protect someone he was
'to close to'.
"Chakotay, Rose's death was *not*
your fault. You
weren't even there when it happened,"
quietly. She felt such sadness for
her old friend.
Two years and he was still blaming
himself for an act
of extreme lunacy.
"Which is *why* she's dead. I was
off on a personal
matter, when I should've been with
her. It *was* my
fault," Chakotay snarled.
"So, Greg's guilt means nothing to
"Greg has nothing to feel guilty
about, he did his
"And you didn't? Chakotay, Greg lives
with the guilt
of not being able to save Rose just
as you do. But
that doesn't stop him from living."
have a life, Kathryn. My job is my life. It's
all that matters to me," he informed
use to think that Tom mattered to you," she
said and watched her old friend's
Kathryn. You know he did, and still
does. I'm quite proud of all he
has achieved since we
"Strange thing is, he has no idea
that you even know
he's still alive. How proud could
you possibly be,
when you refused to knowledge he
"Damn it! Don't do this to me, now!
It took me three
years to get to the point where
I could feel anything
for another person." Chakotay snorted,
"and look what
that got me. Rose is dead and so
is my child. Don't
make me feel again, Kathryn. I won't
live with another
death on my conscience."
"If you don't help him, you will.
if nothing else come and talk to
him. Maybe you can
talk some sense into him, get him
to lay low until
this sick bastard can be caught."
"Like Tom Paris would ever listen
to me," he snorted.
"You know he will, he always did.
He looks up to you
he respects you. Don't make me beg,
you know how I
hate to beg."
"If I go and talk to him, will you
leave me in
peace?" Chakotay asked. He knew
she wouldn't leave him
be unless he agreed to speak to
"Yes. If you can go and see him,
talk to him and can
walk away, I will leave you to your
life, such as it
is," Kathryn sighed in resignation.
"Fine. I'll come back with you and
talk to him. But I
will *not* be his bodyguard." Chakotay
"Thank you." Kathryn smiled and squeezed
She knew once Chakotay saw Tom he
would change his
mind. Tom Paris always had that
kind of power over
Chakotay of Dorvan V.
The trip to Earth was uneventful,
as far as Kathryn
was concerned. After Chakotay had
for his people and told them of
his plans, they
boarded the private ship that Kathryn
had come on.
Chakotay was impressed with the
streamlined craft, as
a pilot he appreciated the maneuverability
of it. He
sat back in his cabin, wondering,
not for the first
time in the past twelve hours, how
he allowed Kathryn
to manipulate him into seeing Tom.
'Spirits! How am I going to do this?'
himself. He hadn't seen Tom in two
years, not since
Rose had died. He thought back to
that time, when his
life was turned upside down, again.
He met Rose, when
he was hired to protect her from
an abusive ex-boyfriend. Rose was
a singer, he
remembered her voice, the cool soulful
yearning of it.
The very first time he heard her
sing he knew he was
lost. Every emotion from every note
came through with
such clarity, that no one could
ever deny the spirits
had blessed her.
should've known, he should've realized,
that becoming involved with her,
would be the cause of
her death. He couldn't help himself,
everything he ever wanted in a woman
and then some. Oh
yes, he tried to fight it, to deny
that there was an
attraction, a need, a longing. But
Rose wouldn't allow
that denial; she could be very persuasive
wanted to be.
Chakotay gave in, to say 'no' to
her, would've been
like say 'no' to breathing.
He had fallen for the
songstress, fallen hard. Rose became
his whole world,
caring for her, watching over her.
She used to tease
him that she couldn't go to the
bathroom without him
standing outside the door. Which
of course, wasn't
true, he waited down the hall, he'd
was perfect, everything, including
the fact that
hearing the name 'Chak' didn't hurt
anymore. Tom had
been the only lover who'd ever called
him that, until
Chakotay was blissfully happy, for
the first time in
three years; he felt love and received
it in return.
He forgot about the pain that followed
with Tom. Rose had done that for
him. She knew
everything, knew about the animosity
that pledged them
for the first couple of years in
the Delta Quadrant.
She was aware of the effort that
they both made to
become friends. She heard about
how they became lovers
for a brief time and then split
up because of a
misunderstanding. Then Tom and B'Elanna
and any chance of repairing the
relationship to more
then friends was gone. Chakotay
told her about the
pain he lived with for over a year
after the other two
married. He told her that, no, he
never told Tom he
loved him. He'd been afraid to admit
Yes, Rose knew everything, even the
fact that there
was a piece of Chakotay's heart
that would never be
anyone's but Tom's. She accepted
it as part of him.
She loved Chakotay, she'd have him
anyway she could
get him. They had been together
for 5 months when she
told him, in a very strange way,
that he was going to
be a father. They were having a
baby. Chakotay was
beyond words when she woke him that
morning with a
'Good Morning, Papa'. He had been
planning on asking
her to marry him anyway, so he did.
She said 'yes, of
course'. Later that morning, after
calling Greg with
the news and asking him if he would
work that day,
Chakotay went and bought a ring.
It was while he was on his
shopping expedition, that
Rose was killed. She and Greg were
going to the
recording studio, a car pulled up
next to them and
shots rang out. Greg grabbed her
as soon as he heard
the blast, but it didn't matter.
Not only did a bullet
catch her in the side but also a
shroud of glass cut
her jugular vein. She was dead before
they got to the
hospital. Rose was dead before Chakotay
got to say
The funeral was the last time he
saw Tom, who didn't
look much better than he had. B'Elanna
had died a year
earlier in an accident. Chakotay
was surprised to see
Tom there, but then again he shouldn't
have been. They
were friends again, and Chakotay
had been at
B'Elanna's funeral. Of course Tom
would be there. Not
that they spoke more then a dozen
words to each other.
Tom offered his sympathy and Chakotay
thanked him. At
least Chakotay thought he thanked
him. Those four days
were blur to him.
After that, Chakotay threw himself
profession. He'd been good before
Rose, now he was the
best. Every high profile person
wanted Chakotay and
his team to be their bodyguards.
Chakotay and Greg
trained all of the men on the team
employed the Maquis *and* the Starfleet
After Rose's death Greg didn't have
the heart to
protect anyone again. Not until
Harry asked him to go
to Earth and be head of security
for Tom. It made
their relationship easier; Greg
would go home every
night, instead of once a week.
So, here he was on a starship heading
for Earth, and
towards the one thing that could
break his control. He
was getting soft in his old age,
he decided. Perhaps
it was time to retire, live a quiet
life on Dorvan V.
Wallowing in self-pity and remorse,
sounded good right
about now. Anything to get out of
the meeting he was
now heading for.
He heard his door chime and called
"I just wanted to let you know we'll
be docking in
about twenty minutes."
"Are you okay?"
"Yeah, I'm fine. I was just reminiscing
"Chakotay, I know losing Rose and
the baby cut you
deeply, but do you think she would've
wanted you to
"Kathryn, I told you, I haven't stopped
just came to the decision that my
work is my life. I
am content, I like what I do, how
"I don't know who you are anymore,
my friend. The
Chakotay I knew on Voyager would've
never sat back and
allowed life to just slip by."
"That Chakotay died the day Tom married
believed he was resurrected when
Rose came into my
life. If that is so, he died a more
painful death when
that bullet took her life." His
voice became shaky;
his anger welled up again, as it
did whenever he
remembered what happened. "A goddamned
bullet! No one
uses bullets anymore!"
"Chakotay, please, calm down. You
had no idea Neil
would find a 21st century weapon."
"Find? He didn't find it Kathryn.
It was his, handed
down from generation to generation.
With it the
knowledge of how and when to use
it. If they hadn't
caught him, I would have and he
would have learned a
new use for that gun." He seethed
remembering the cocky bastard during
the trail. Neil
Forman believed he would get away
with it because of
his social status.
Fortunately for Mr. Forman, no amount
of money in the
universe could save him. People
from three planets
called for his execution. Chakotay
was surprised when
the ruling was handed down. So was
Mr. Forman, for
that matter. Chakotay supposed that
Neil had no idea
of the fan base Rose Benson had.
The power behind it,
the courts didn't take long to decide
bastard's attitude was just another
nail in his
Remembering when Neil took the stand,
claiming that it
was his right as Rose's "owner"
to handle her flagrant
disobedience as he saw fit. When
Chakotay heard those
words come from the stand, the rage
that had been
simmering for months came up. If
it hadn't been for
Greg and Kathryn, he would have
charged at the son of
a bitch, and saved the courts the
time, trouble and
money of that execution. Yes, it
had been fortunate
for Mr. Neil Forman that he received
a death sentence
by way of lethal injection. He was
a dead man anyway,
just the method and length of that
dying would have
Kathryn touched his arm, bringing
him out of his
mental rage. "Chakotay, he is dead
too. He paid his
"Excuse me if I think he got off
too easy. He only
died once and he was asleep when
it happened. Rose
didn't have that luxury. He should
have died twice,
once of each life he took."
"You can keep that all inside, hold
it in forever if
you like. But you know what I've
learned of the past
five years? I learned that holding
it inside does
nothing but make *you* sick. You
need to let it go.
Maybe seeing Tom and working with
him again will
"I doubt that," Chakotay snorted.
"You never know. I'm sure he'll be
very happy to see
you." Kathryn didn't know that in
an hour she would be
proven very wrong.
"All right. Well let's get ready
to go. We are about
to dock." She patted his shoulder
and left the cabin.