Title: The Bodyguard 8/9
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Larry Baatz a.k.a. Lawrence Whitman
lived on Cora
Prime with his wife, Teresa. It
was a small planet,
lush and green. The inhabitants
technologically advanced as those
on other plants, but
that suited Lawrence just fine.
While he enjoyed most
of the modern conveniences that
came with living, say,
on earth, he preferred the quiet
life that Cora Prime
Teresa, she was so special. When
Lawrence met her he
was on the verge of complete and
utter despair. He had
lost his parents in an accident,
which was later
deemed not to be so. It turned out
that they were just
in the wrong place at the wrong
passenger was the target of a death
contract. The ones
who carried out the order didn't
care who else was
hurt, as long as their enemy was
The news hit Lawrence extremely hard.
His desire for
revenge as so great, it consumed
him. Teresa happened
along at the exact time, when he
needed to either be
pull back to reality or forever
be lost in the abyss.
Gently, she brought him back. Gave
him reasons to live
and love again.
He was happy, *they*
were happy. That was until
Teresa got the idea in her head
that she *had* to help
a small band of renegades fight
against the formidable
forces of the Federation and the
found the Maquis, and her need to
help the underdog
came back in full force. At first,
it was a passing fancy. She was
bored; life was a bit
too slow on Cora for her. After
living her whole life
on Earth and the all bustle that
went with it, it was
hard to for her to adjust.
After a while
Lawrence began to realize that her
helping the band of fools may be
more than just a way
to while away the hours. Teresa
began leaving earlier
in the morning and arriving home
later and later in
the evening. They argued many times
involvement. Their last argument
happened on a night
she came home well after midnight.
He had been pacing
the floors for hours, when she came
the door, his relief was great but
his anger was
"That's it Teresa,
I'm putting a stop to this
foolish flight of fancy of yours
right now. I forbid
you to continue helping those malcontents.
No more! I
refuse to allow you to put our life
on hold for them,'
he roared at her.
they aren't malcontents. They are
people who want their lives and
homes back. As long as
there is breath in my body, I'm
going to do all I can
to help. I love you dearly, but
you can't stop me.
Please don't try," she said in a
voice more steady and
determined that he ever remembered.
"We have a good life here. Why risk
it? You know what
happens to anyone who helps this
Maquis in their
"Why? Because of all the lives lost
before now and
those who will die if the Cardassians
We owe them all we can do."
"No! *We* don't owe them anything.
and the Federation have worked through
differences and a treaty has been
signed. *We* just
have to live our lives in quiet
"I can't live in peace, knowing that
at any time the
Cardassians could come to *this*
planet and take it
"They won't do that. They have an
agreement with the
Federation," he roared.
"No, Lawrence. You haven't been listening
reports. They are slowly making
their way across the
DMZ, taking whatever they want and
isn't doing anything to stop them,"
"And you believe that a bunch of
ragtag idiots are
going to stop them? The Federation
will do that."
"No. They haven't and they won't.
They don't care
about us out here. As long as the
away from the larger planets, they'll
turn a blind
"Well then we are going back to Earth.
If they aren't
going to show up there, that's where
we need to be.
That way you won't feel the need
to help every wounded
stray that shows up on your doorstep."
"I'm not going to fight with you
and I'm not going
back to Earth. Besides the Maquis
have found alliances
there also. People are leaving Starfleet
Turning their backs on the Federation
because of their
refusal to believe they may have
made a mistake."
"Teresa, please just stop," he begged.
"I can't and I won't. I love you
Lawrence, but I have
to do this. You go back to Earth
if you wish. I'll be
in touch when I can. I met someone
who said he might
know of a cell that could use my
help. Ken Dalby is
his name and he is introducing me
to a Captain
Chakotay. This Maquis Captain has
been doing some
damage to the Cardassians. I want
to do more. He's the
one I want to help."
An old anger came back to visit.
"You leave and it's
over. I won't be here when you get
back. You'll have
nothing," he yelled.
"If that's what you want Lawrence,
fine. I'd prefer
it if you weren't on this planet
when the Cardassians
show up. I love you, Lawrence,"
she said softly then
went to pack. She believed
in her heart that Lawrence
didn't mean what he said. He'd always
be there for
Lawrence made a decision. He had
to stop his wife
from making the biggest mistake
of her life. He would
contact a Cardassian outpost and
tell them of the
meeting. He'd hand this Maquis Chakotay
over to the
Cardassians. That'd give them reason
enough to leave
his world alone.
How wrong he was, the Cardassians
showed but the
Maquis didn't. They'd intercepted
They called a warning to any that
were planning on
being at the original location.
All but three received
word, Teresa was among those who
hadn't been found in
time. The reptiles captured her
and took to a prison
camp. A few days later, Chakotay's
cell invaded the
camp rescuing as many as they could.
make it, she was killed by one of
When her husband received word of
her capture and
subsequent death, he crumbled. He
fell into the abyss
that he'd hovered over all those
years ago. Captain
Chakotay must die, was all his mind
would say. It was
his promise to all the gods and
spirits of all the
planes. The vow to the children
he and Teresa would
never have. They would have their
Not long after that his thunder was
stolen from him,
the Maquis cell that his enemy captained
killed it was reported, along with
a crew from
Starfleet. Voyager had gone after
him and they
perished too. Unable to feel any
sorrow for the lives
of the Starfleet crew, Lawrence
felt joy in knowing
that the scum was dead. Not the
death he had planned
for Chakotay, but he was dead and
that's all that
Lawrence became a recluse, he cut
himself off from
the worlds around him. Lived in
the memories of
happier times with Teresa. His life
was, as he wanted
it now. No one would get near him
again. For seven
years, he continued to live on Cora
he would tell Teresa 'see you were
wrong, the reptiles
didn't come for us.' She would never
argue with him,
she knew he'd been right.
Seven years of quiet living, then
it was shattered.
Lawrence had made his way into town
one day and what
he heard there made his blood boil.
perished nor had that Maquis cell.
They had been
stranded in the Delta Quadrant all
this time. But they
were back now, being hailed at the
miracle crew. Two
separate crews joined to fight together,
alive. Working together to get everyone
everyone who left came back, when
Lawrence read the
names of the returning survivors
the depth of his
hatred grew. Chakotay had made it,
lived seven years
away from the pain he caused.
The Maquis were all pardoned, given
bravery, offered positions within
refused his and it seemed that many
followed in his
footsteps. The foolish still bowing
to the murderer's
lead. Lawrence's need for revenge
boiled within him
once again. He planned, calculated
and gathered all he
needed. The former Maquis was about
to find out, that
there were those who wouldn't turn
a blind eye to his
The first to send the message was
his adopted sister,
the half-klingon. She died in an
accident. It was so
easy to fool the 'experts', just
a few wires
innocently crossed the right way
and the transport
blew. So, a few others died, also.
Isn't that the way
it was? Sometimes, people not involved
had to be hurt
too. All was fair in war.
Next, the female singer his nemesis
was hired to
protect. He didn't do such a good
job there either,
did he? The added bonus of killing
her *and* his spawn
made the end all the more perfect.
Neil Forman was so
easy to manipulate. Lawrence had
no trouble at all
convincing him that Rose Benson
was his property, to
do with what he pleased. As her
owner, Neil had to
make her pay for her disobedience
It wasn't so hard, once Lawrence
informed him that
she was sleeping with the scum of
the world. He pulled
the trigger without a moment hesitation.
Once the deed
was complete, Lawrence simply faded
background. He had done his job
well, Neil believed it
was all his own idea. Lawrence was
never named at all.
The grieving avenger watched from
a distance as
Chakotay lost himself in a life
Somewhat pleased with the former
life, Lawrence began finding his
own way back from the
beyond. A year passed, when
he learned something of
great importance. While stranded
in the Delta
Quadrant, Chakotay had a lover,
Tom Paris. Turns out
that the half-klingon had stolen
that lover from him.
But now she was no longer around,
nor was the singer.
There was a chance that the two
would and could get
back together. Not if Lawrence had
any say in the
This one Lawrence would take great
killing himself. So began his plan.
It took a bit of
time and patience, but now he was
in. He was close
enough to Paris to know everything,
but still far
enough away that no one would connect
him to the
death. One of the results of his
plan was better than
he could hope. Paris' people called
himself, to come and protect Paris
from the menace.
It was all too perfect. Chakotay
would actually be
there to watch this one die. Perhaps
should die too. Yes, Chakotay of
Dorvan V, former
Maquis Captain, the bane of Lawrence
existence would die. Finally paying
the price for
killing Teresa all those years ago.
Chakotay woke to the quiet sound
of a knock on the
door. Coming to, he noticed he wasn't
in his room.
Then he felt a warmth wrapped around
him, brought the
realization home, he'd spent the
night with Tom. After
he stepped in the blonde's room,
time stood still yet
sped by so quickly. Or so it seemed.
themselves with the other's body,
deliberately. When they were done,
they fell asleep in
each other's arms.
Another knock startled Chakotay and
Chakotay smiled a bit, bent over
and kiss his lover's
cheek. He then got up, wrapped a
himself and went to the door. Nayib
was on the other
side grinning like an idiot.
"Good Morning, Chaos," he laughed.
"Morning, Nay. Is there a specific
reason for waking
me at this hour? Or did you just
want to gloat for a
"Actually, a bit of both. Kathryn
is on the comm line
for you, but gloating is on the
menu for the morning
also," Nayib smiled and left his
standing there grumbling.
"Tell her, I'll be right there,"
after him. He then went back into
the room, to find
Tom sitting up in bed smiling.
"Morning," Chakotay said as he reached
"Morning, Chak. What did Nayib want?"
"Kathryn is on the line. I need to
speak to her,"
Chakotay answered. He put his robe
on and turned
towards the door.
"I'll come with you. I want to make
is okay there." Tom had this feeling
that Chakotay was
pulling away from him. "No kiss
"Oh." Chakotay turned back and gave
the blond a quick
kiss on the cheek. Not what Tom
had in mind, so he
grabbed his lover's face and kissed
him on the mouth.
The response he received was, again,
not what he
expected. Chakotay pulled quickly
away and left the
Tom shook his head and followed the
downstairs. Nayib greeted him with
a cup of coffee,
then he heard Chakotay curse. He
quickly went over to
him. "What's wrong?" Chakotay looked
at him, his face
screwed up in anger.
"Ann Delaney, she was beaten up last
found her, she might not make it,"
"Jenny said, the only person they
know that was
suppose to visit her was her boyfriend
Larry. No one
can find him now."
"Shit," Tom exclaimed! "You don't
couldn't even say what was running
through his mind.
Chakotay turned back to talk to Kathryn
commlink. "Does anyone have a picture
of him? Did you
get the information I asked?"
"I've transmitted what Ken and I
found out. You're
not going to like it." She paused
for a moment. "I'll
talk to Jenny and Megan, maybe they
have a picture
from some party."
"Fine, keep us updated," Chakotay
said. "Oh, one more
thing, next time you contact me
use a different
"All right." Kathryn looked past
him at Tom. "Don't
worry Tom. The doctors are doing
everything they can."
With that her face faded away.
Chakotay downloaded the transmission
then turned and walked past Tom,
not saying anything.
Tom stood shocked, Ann Delaney,
sweet kid, near death.
"God! I hope this has nothing to
do with me!"
Chakotay and Nayib stood in the kitchen,
talking about what was in the communiqué.
Harry came in a few minutes later.
knowing something was wrong.
"Boss. What's up," Greg asked?
"Ann Delaney was beaten last night.
She's in the
hospital, they don't know if she's
going to make it.
And Kathryn sent me this," Chakotay
said as he handed
Greg the padd he was holding. He
took it and scrolled
through it. "Go to the end. There's
a couple of
interesting holoimagines there,"
Greg did as instructed and his mouth
fell open when
he got to the pictures. Harry was
looking over his
shoulder; he reacted the same way.
Staring back at
them were two images, the same man
but two different
names. The first was a picture of
the employee from
the Transport Company. The one who
transport that B'Elanna was killed
in. The second was
that of an employee who worked at
office when she found out she was
"It would seem we have found a connection,
it," Chakotay asked sarcastically?
"Do you recognize him," Greg asked?
"No." The voice in which the answer
was given caused
a shiver to run down Harry's spine.
It was dripping
with loathsome contempt. When he
looked up at the man
the shiver immediately became a
tremble. The hatred
was plain to see.
Tom came in the kitchen at that moment.
He felt the
hostility in the air as soon as
he stepped through the
door. "What's going on," he asked?
No answer was
given, just a padd shoved in his
hand by Greg. When he
looked at it, he automatically dropped
that's Larry Baatz."
"What," Chakotay growled?
"That's Larry, Ann's boyfriend. How
did you get a
picture of him so quickly?"
"I didn't," Chakotay snarled as he
picked up the
padd. He handed it back to Tom.
"Read the names and
employment referrals," he demanded.
It only took a few seconds for Tom
to do as ordered.
"Oh my god," he wailed as the information
Nayib heard the commlink beep, he
went to answer it
and call to Chakotay. When the other
man entered the
room, he found himself looking at
Ken Dalby. A very
shaken Ken Dalby. "What's going
"Boss. Umm, I know... who Larry Baatz
is... and where
he might have gone," he stammered.
"Tell me," Chakotay ordered!
"Remember that Cardassian ambush
on Cora Prime we
"Well, his name is really Lawrence
Whitman, his wife
was one of the three that were captured.
during the raid on that prison camp
a couple of days
"I see. You said you thought you
knew where we could
find him," Chakotay said, tension
riddled his body.
"Yes, I think he might be back on
Cora Prime. As
Tuvok would say, 'that would be
the logical thing for
him to do'."
"Fine. Thank you, Ken." Chakotay
closed the link. He
stood quietly, trying to tame the
rage inside. He
couldn't speak, he knew if he did
the rage would boil
out. This madman was going around
because of something that happened
more than twelve
years ago. B'Elanna and Rose
died because of
something *he* had no control over,
yet was being held
The others in the room, similar thoughts
through their head, could see that
the former Maquis
captain was going to blow and soon.
Tom making a quick
decision spoke quietly to Nayib.
Instead of answering
the older man went to the terminal
and keyed in a
code. With a gesture, he told Tom
his request had been
Tom sat at the terminal and waited.
father's face appeared before him.
"Tom? What is it?
Are you all right? You're mother
said you canceled the
concert and disappeared. Where are
you?" The Admiral
fired off the questions without
taking a breath. Tom
couldn't help but smile a bit at
the noted concern in
his father's voice. To think that
all he had to do to
get his father's approval, was to
go out on his own
and make a name for himself. Well,
that and have a
little girl who took every opportunity
to tell her
grandfather what a great dad Tom
"Dad, relax. I'm fine for now. Listen
I need a favor.
We need to get to Cora Prime as
quickly and as quietly
as possible. My vessel won't do,
it'd be noticed and
well we need to get in undetected.
Can you help us?"
"Can you tell me why?"
"Not right now, dad. Please don't
ask too many
questions. Just know that my safety
and that of
Miral's depend on your help." Tom
knew using his
granddaughter on the Admiral was
dirty but desperate
times call for desperate measures.
He wasn't letting
Chakotay go it alone.
"All right, how soon do you need
"I'll be ready in two hours. I have
a couple of
favors I can call in. Where is Miral?"
"She's at home with Neelix and Nick.
Thanks dad, we appreciate the help,"
Tom said with a
"You know I'll do whatever I can
to help the two of
you," Admiral Paris answered. "Contact
your mother and
me as soon as you can. A ship will
be waiting at the
San Francisco space dock for you.
See you soon."
"Thanks. Talk to you later. Bye,
dad." Tom signed
off. When he looked up from the
terminal, Chakotay was
staring at him, with an unreadable
expression on his
face. "I did what I thought was
necessary," he said
with a shrug.
"You aren't coming with me," Chakotay
"Yes I am. That is *not* open for
debate," Tom threw
the other man's words back at him.
"Chak, you can't
expect me to sit around here and
wait to hear if
everything is fine or I've lost
you. That is
unacceptable," Tom demanded.
Chakotay sighed, as much as he wanted
to argue, he
knew Tom would go whether he agreed
or not. He was
also aware that Tom could hold his
own in a firefight.
Or at least he hoped he still could,
was positive things were going to
get to that level,
"Fine." Chakotay turned to Greg.
"Call Ken, John and
Gerron. Tell them to meet us at
the space port," he
ordered. Then he spoke to Nayib,
"Charlie still have
his stash?" Nayib nodded. "Get it.
We're out of here."
another word he walked out of the cabin,
followed closely by Nayib. They
went to a smaller
building set about twenty meters
behind it. Greg
contacted the people he was told
to. Harry and Tom
went to the hover-car and waited.
Neither spoke, they
didn't really know what to say.
Greg soon joined
I don't want you to come with us," Greg
"Greg..." Harry began to protest,
but Greg held up a
hand to stop him.
"Babe, please don't argue with me.
You just finished
recovering from an injury, this
Just go back to the house and wait,
I promise, I'll be
home as soon as we're done." Greg
sealed his promise
and his demand with a deep searing
When he was allowed to breathe again,
Harry could do
nothing but nodded his agreement.
He hated it when
Greg did things like that to him.
His lover knew a
kiss like that would send him to
his room, if that was
where Greg wanted him.
Tom sat back and watched the show
before him. He
snickered to himself, he so loved
it when Greg
controlled Harry like that. He could
only hope that
one day, soon, Chakotay would do
the same to him. He
was stopped from taking that thought
any further when
the man of his fantasy and Nayib
got in the car.
"We'll come back for our things when
this is over,"
Chakotay stated matter of factly.
The hover-car was
powered up and they were gone.