CODE: Torres, Robinson, and Paris
RATING: [PG-13] For mild language.  Very mild. 
SUMMARY: By some twist of fate, Rain Robinson from Season 3's
"Future's End", ends up on Voyager.  Told from Rain, B'Elanna and
Tom's POV.  Book 2.
FEEDBACK:  june_daley@rocketmail.com - Be my guest.  But please, be
DISCLAIMER:  Tom, B'Elanna and all other characters related to Star
Trek Voyager belong to Paramount, Viacom and the usual Trek Powers to Be.  Dammit!
AUTHOR'S NOTE:  I've always wondered if there would have been a
Paris/Torres romance if Rain Robinson had ended up on Voyager.  So
far, I haven't decided.


RAIN ROBINSON - May 27, 2373:

Today, I began my first shift in Stellar Cartography.  It did not turn
out too bad.  I barely managed to keep up, but at least I didn't make
a fool of myself.  Even better, I also made two friends, who didn't
seem to mind answering my questions every five or ten minutes.

My new friends happened to be sisters, twin sisters - Jenny and Megan
Delaney.  They seemed very friendly, a lot of fun to be with and a big
help.  Let's face it.  My knowledge of astronomy and stellar cartography is at least 300 years outdated.  Thanks to Jenny, Megan and some late-night study sessions with the ship's computer, I managed to catch up to the latest findings within two weeks.  There is still a lot I don't know.  But, if all goes well, I should be able to keep up with them and the rest in Stellar Cartography by the end of the year.  One last thing I like about the Delaneys - they seemed to be among the few on this ship who don't seem full of themselves. In other words, they don't look upon me like some cavewoman from prehistoric times.

Megan is the quiet one.  Dimples usually form on her cheeks whenever
she smiles.  I also believe that she once dated Tom Paris, some two
years ago.  Okay, I must admit that I felt a little . . . no, a lot
jealous when I first heard this news.  Until I also learned that Megan
and Tom had put their relationship behind them, a long time ago.  And
now, they only consider themselves as good friend.  In fact, Megan has
now developed an interest in another crewman, whose name has escaped

Unlike Megan, Jenny does not have dimples when she smiles.  And she also seemed more like the outgoing type.  Very talkative and with a lot of jokes.  In many ways, she reminded me of Tom.  After learning about the holodecks from Jenny, I wonder if she would be interested in creating programs from some of my old favorite "B" movies?  She seemed like the type who would enjoy them.  There is one thing about Jenny Delaney that I cannot fathom.  Namely, her interest in one Ensign Harry Kim.  She seems to like him.  A lot.

What Jenny sees in him, I have no idea.  I suppose one could say that
he is very good-looking and smart.  Despite his quiet nature, he also
seemed to have a sly sense of humor.  I almost grew to like him. 
Until I encountered one of his less admirable traits.  Like a lot of
people on this ship, Harry Kim has this smug superiority that tends to
manifest itself whenever the subject of Starfleet or the Federation
comes up.  He seemed proud . . . almost a little too proud over
humanity's "evolvement" over the past 300 years.

One time, he came so proud and smug over the subject that I could not help but respond in a bitchy manner.  Let's just say that Mr. Kim did not take kindly to my manner.  Hey!  What can I say?  When I hear bullshit, I can't seemed to keep my mouth shut.

* * * *  


I have a strong suspicion that Harry does not like Rain Robinson very
much.  At least, not anymore.  However, that was not always the case.

When she first came aboard, Harry tried to make Rain feel at home. 
Typical Harry.  Mister Collector-of-Lost-Souls.  Both Tom and I were
those lost souls during Voyager's first year in the Delta Quadrant. 
Rain became another.  Both she and Harry seemed destined to become good friends.  Until that little conversation between them in the Mess Hall.

It happened about a week following Voyager's encounter with the Q
Continuum's civil war.  Harry, Tom, Rain, Ken Dalby, Megan Delaney,
Golwat and myself had gathered around one of the Mess Hall's large
tables, following dinner.  Tom, Rain and I were recounting our
adventures on 20th century Earth.

I had just finishing describing my and Chakotay's encounter with those
Arizona terrorists.  Rain immediately added, "You must have came
across one of those groups of right-wing terrorists.  They're people
who feel that the government was slowly taking over their rights as

Ken nodded.  "Freedom fighters, right?" he asked.

A snort left Rain's mouth.  "Yeah, right.  Freedom for white
Americans.  Especially if they're men.  As far as they're concerned,
everyone else deserves to be oppressed."

"I noticed how they seemed to view both Chakotay and myself with a lot of hostility," I added, remembering those stares.  Curious, but
hateful.  "I guess it was a good thing Tuvok and the Doctor came to
our rescue."

Harry shook his head.  "You were very lucky, Maquis.  Quite frankly,
I'm glad I had remained on the ship."  Then he faced Rain and made his
big mistake.  "I guess you're lucky, also.  Now that you don't have to
live in the 20th century, any longer."

"Lucky?"  Rain's dark eyes narrowed.  "How am I lucky?"

Harry continued, "Well, maybe not completely lucky.  After all, you're
stuck in the Delta Quadrant with the rest of us.  But once we return
to Earth, you'll find yourself in a better world.  No wars, poverty,
diseases and crime.  It's paradise."  His face lit up.  Good old
Starfleet.  Optimistic, as always.

Another long pause followed.  Rain continued to stare at Harry.  Hard.
 "Hmmmph," she finally said.  "I guess the Earth of today is probably
a better place to live.  However, I doubt very much that you can still
call it paradise.  There's no such place.  At least not on this plane
of existence."

"I see what you're getting at," Harry said with a dismissive laugh. 
Unbeknownst to him, Rain's body stiffened.  "You're speaking from some
kind of spiritual point of view.  Which is fine for those who are
religious.  But from our point of view, Earth is paradise.  You just
have to see it for yourself."  He looked as if he was ready to plant
the Federation flag on the next planet.

A smirk threatened to tug the edges of Rain's lips.  "No kidding," she
said in a voice that dripped with sarcasm.  "You know, I've been
reading about your Federation in the ship's computer.  Earth is like
you said.  Somewhat."

Golwat frowned.  "What do you mean?" she asked.

"Well . . . there are no wars.  At least on Earth.  But I've noticed
that your Federation has been involved in plenty of wars elsewhere. 
From what I've read, you were just involved in a war with some species
called Cardassan . . . uh, Cardasaiann . . ."

"Cardassians," Tom added.

Rain shot him a grateful look.  "Yeah.  Thanks.  Didn't your
Federation just have a war with these Cardassians about . . . oh, five
years ago?"

Again, Tom provided the correct answer.  "Six or seven years ago." 
This time, Rain ignored him.

"But we're now at peace with the Cardassians," Harry explained.  "The
Federation signed a treaty with them about three years ago."  Ken
Dalby frowned.  As a fellow ex-Maquis, I didn't blame him. 
Personally, I think the Federation should have dealt with the
Cardassians when they had the chance.

And in typical Dalby fashion, Ken expressed what the rest of us former
Maquis felt.  "Not only did the Feds signed a treaty with the Cardies,
they handed over their DMZ colonies in order to settle that treaty.  A
treaty that didn't have a chance of working out."

Rain nodded.  "Yeah.  I've read about that, too.  Sort of reminds me
of a certain event that happened on Earth, before my time."

None of us seemed to have any idea what Rain was talking about. 
Including Mr. Twentieth Century himself.  A confused looking Harry
asked her to be specific.

"I read how your Federation gave up those colonies to ensure peace
with these Cardas-si-ans.  It reminded me of how the British Prime
Minister, Neville Chamberlain, signed a non-aggression pact with
Hitler, allowing the latter to continue his conquest of smaller
European nations in 1938.  Chamberlain did all of this to avoid a war
and yet, World War II began a year later."

Tom cried out, "I remember reading about that!"  He failed to notice
the dark glance from Harry.  "Now that I think about it, you're

The 'Fleeters, with the exception of Megan Delaney, looked very upset.
 Especially Harry.  Dalby naturally looked pleased by Rain's analogy. 
As for Tom . . .  Let's just say that he seemed more enthralled by
Miss Robinson herself, instead of what she had to say.

"You simply can't compare the Federation to this Chamberlain fellow,"
Harry declared in heated tones.  "Especially since the Federation is
still at peace with the Cardassians."

Rain shot back, "How do you know?"

A smug smile appeared on Ken's face.  Golwait quietly excused herself.
Megan remained seated.  As for Harry - he opened his mouth to speak, but not a word came out.  It didn't surprise me.  After all, it has
been two years since we were all thrown into the Delta Quadrant by the
Caretaker.  A lot could have happened in the Delta Quadrant during
that period.  I never realized until this moment on how much Harry put
the Federation on a pedestal.

"By the way," Rain added, "you also claimed that there were no poverty
on Earth and . . ."

Harry nodded.  "That's right."

". . . no crime.  And yet," Rain continued, "you mean to tell me there
is absolutely no crime on Earth?  Including murder?"

Poor Harry.  He looked as if he had walked into a trap.  "We're not
violent!" he declared.

"But you still have murder.  Right?  I mean, money isn't the only
motive for all crimes.  There are so many other emotions to deal with
- lust, hatred, fear, you name it.  I noticed that the Federation has
a legal system."

Tom quietly added, "And prison."  A faraway look had crept into his
blue . . . I mean, his eyes.  The ghost of prison in New Zealand
seemed to have returned.  I wonder if Rain knew about that aspect of
his past?  Or Caldik Prime?

Rain continued, "Look, what I'm trying to say is that this picture of
Earth as 'Paradise' simply strikes me as being unrealistic.  It might
be a hell of a lot better than it was in my time.  But from what I've
read, it seemed far from perfect.  And you've seemed to acquire a
whole new set of problems over the past three centuries.  Face it,
there's no such thing as paradise.  Your Federation just might be
spouting propaganda."

Needless to say, Harry did not take Rain's little speech very well.  I
don't think even Golwat appreciated it and she wasn't Human.  Since
both were regular Starfleet officers and Federation citizens,
naturally both took Rain's words very personal.  Megan didn't.  Which
surprised me.  Perhaps the Delaneys had a more realistic view of the
world than your average Federation citizen.  I know that Tom did.  And
Dalby, not surprisingly, gleefully agreed with Rain.

And me?  I may have been a Starfleet officer for the past two years,
but I've also been around.  Like Dalby and Tom, I've seen too much of
the Universe's dark side to view the Federation as paradise.  Klingons
believed that paradise awaits them in Sto-vo-kor.  The Klingon
afterlife.  Judging from Rain's comments about no paradise on this
plane of existence, I suspect that she would agree with them.

* * * * 


Never in my wildest dreams did I imagine I would find myself torn by
three people.  Two women and a man.  Sounds almost kinky, but it's a
hell of a lot more serious than that.

Ever since Rain Robinson managed to sneak aboard Voyager, my emotional state has been in a turmoil.  When I told her that I had never met anyone like her, I had been serious.  Serious, but not completely truthful.  I have met another like Rain - B'Elanna Torres.  Both are vibrant, intelligent and independent women.  Also very fascinating.  At first, the pair seemed to have one major difference.  B'Elanna built walls to keep herself emotionally distant from others.  Rain didn't.  At least she didn't, until she boarded Voyager.

Once she found herself stuck aboard ship, Rain became distant.  Cool. Especially toward me.  Back in Los Angeles, she seemed determined to
get to know me.  Now, Rain barely acknowledges my presence.  I don't
think she wants anything to do with me and I don't know why!  B'Elanna
seemed the same as usual.  A little distant, yet still friendly. Neither woman seemed interested in romance.  And yet, I would gladly
accept either of them into my arms.

Where does the man fit into the picture?  Well, it's Harry.  Quite
simply, he does not like Rain.  He did at first.  But ever since she
had caught him unawares with her less than pristine view of the
Federation, he has become increasingly hostile toward her.  Poor
Harry.  His view on life, especially life in the Federation always
tended to border on the idyllic.  Like so many, he considers Earth . .
. (sigh) as Paradise.  He has never really been aware of the
Federation's . . . or should I say, humanity's darker side.  And we
still have one.  I know from experience.

As Harry's friend, I have always tried to make him aware of life's
dangers and disappointments as gently as possible.  Unfortunately,
Rain beat me to the punch (in a not so gentle manner).  And in one
conversation, came close to shattering Harry's illusions.  No wonder
he resents her.

Rain's remarks managed to circulate throughout the ship.  Some
(including the majority of former Maquis) applauded her realistic
viewpoint.  Others, mainly a lot of 'Fleeters, reacted with as much
hostility as Harry did.  And there were those like the Delaney sisters
who merely accepted Rain's opinions as her own and continued on with
their lives.  Sensible people.

Did the Captain ever learn about Rain's comments in the Mess Hall?  I
don't know.  Before any of us could find out, the Captain and Neelix
had left Voyager to set up trade negotiations with a race called the
Tik Tak.
* * * *  

RAIN ROBINSON - May 26, 2373:

It did not take Captain Janeway long to learn about my little debate
with Harry Kim in the Mess Hall.  Who told her?  I have no idea.  Two
days after it happened, she summoned me to her office.  What she
called her Ready Room.

After I had entered from the corridor, she indicated the empty chair
opposite and smiled.  "Sit down, Miss Robinson."  As I did as she
asked, her smile remained fixed upon her face.  Most would describe it
as warm.  Not me.  I found it almost wolfish.  Hey, what can I say? 
My instincts were practically screaming at me that this lady was

The Captain continued, "Miss Robinson, I understand that you brought
up a certain topic in the Mess Hall, some two days ago.  Regarding the
Maquis."  Her smile lost a touch of warmth.

As calmly as possible, I told her about the discussion between Ensign
Kim and me. And how I brought up the Maquis.

She leaned forward - all earnest.  "I can understand how the subject
might have came up.  But you must understand, the subject about the
Maquis is very . . . well, very touchy on this ship.  At least one-third of the crew are former members of the Maquis, including the First Officer and the Chief Engineer.  We've spent at least two years trying to forge two factions into one working crew.  And I would hate for our efforts to be disrupted by . . . let's just say careless talk."  Another smile touched her lips.

I stared at her.  "Careless?"

Blue-gray eyes hardened.  "Let's be honest, shall we?  Aside from what
you may have read from the computer database, you really have no
knowledge on the Maquis.  Do you?"

"I guess not."  I paused.  "So what are the Maquis about?"

Janeway's eyes flickered.  Perhaps she didn't expect me to ask that
question.  A moment later, she quickly recovered her composure.  "If
you insist, Miss Robinson.  About six or seven years ago, the
Federation had just ended a costly war with a species called
Cardassians.  Realizing that peace was the only way to stabilize the
quadrant, the Federation and the Cardassians decided upon a cease fire and agreed to begin talks for a treaty."

She went on to describe the events I had already learned from the
ship's computer.  The peace negotiations, Cardassia's insistence upon
settling the matter of sovereignty in the Demilitarized Zone, the
Federation's decision to hand over their DMZ colonies to placate the
Cardassians, the colonists' reaction and the formation of the Maquis. 
Her explanation nearly matched the entries from the computer - word by word.  Must be the Federation mantra.

"May I ask you something?" I said, after the Captain finished.

Janeway gave me a wary look.  "Yes?"

"When the . . . uh, Federation decided to hand over those colonies to
the Cardassians, did they consider how the colonists would react?"

She opened her mouth to speak.  Not a word came out.  Hell, not even a sound.  Right then, I knew.  "That's okay, Captain," I continued. 
"You've answered my question."

"No, you don't understand, Miss Robinson."  What do you know?  She has spoken at last!  "The Federation had offered to relocate the colonists on other worlds.  And they rejected our offer."

I nodded.  "Yeah.  I see.  Only the colonists didn't want to move.
Okay.  I get it."

"Miss Robinson . . ."

But I didn't let her finish.  "Hey, look Captain.  If you're worried
that I'll go spreading my opinion on the Maquis, don't be.  I'll just
find some other topic to discuss.  You know . . . like crime
statistics on Earth."

A glacial sheen covered Janeway's eyes.  She gave me one of those
'you've overstayed your welcome' smiles.  "This has been quite an . .
. interesting conversation, Miss Robinson.  That will be all."

"Yes Captain."  I rose from my chair, gave her a nod and quickly left
the room, via the corridor.

So, the Federation had offered to relocate the colonists in the DMZ,
huh?  Now they seemed like greedy landlords, trying to get rid of
inconvenient tenants.  As I had promised Janeway, I never brought up
the subject again.  I really didn't have a chance.  Janeway and Neelix
left Voyage for some diplomatic mission.

* * * * 

RAIN ROBINSON - June 6, 2373:

Macroviruses.  At least that's what the holographic doctor called the
beings that attacked the ship.  I personally named the entire incident
as 'the Attack of the Killer Fleas'.  Or mosquitoes.  Judging from a
brief glimpse of them, they looked more like mosquitoes.

It had all started when the Doctor went on a mission to respond to a
distress call from some mining colony.  At least, that's what he told
me.  He transported to the colony and found several being suffering
from some disease.  Both he and the First Officer, Commander
Cha-ko-tay had thought sending a hologram would be safer.  Well, they were wrong.

Like most insects, these macroviruses became attracted to the light -
namely the light from the Doctor's holoimage.  And he brought them
back, upon his return to the ship.  I had no idea what was going on,
until I heard a loud, buzzing noise outside my quarters.  I risked a
peek outside and spotted something that resembled a giant mosquito,
along the corridor.  It only took one look and I immediately went back
inside and locked the door.

I am happy to report that I managed to remain hidden from these
macroviruses.  It seemed pretty easy, hiding myself underneath the bed during the entire incident.  I don't know how many hours or days had passed before Captain Janeway and the Doctor managed to destroy the macroviruses.  But when the Captain announced "all clear" over the Communications system, it was a hungry and frightened woman who crawled from under her bed.  Dammit!  Why in the hell did I stowaway on this damn ship?  Anyway, the Captain also ordered any crewman still conscious, to report to Sick Bay.

Upon my arrival, the Doctor expressed relief at seeing another being,
conscious and walking.  He gave me a little medication, by pressing
some gray tube he called a hypospray, against my neck.  Then the
Doctor told me everything about what happened.   I don't think he
meant to, but like I said - he was relieved to see someone else, aside
from Janeway and some ensign named Wildman, conscious and not
infected.  And the other two women were no where to be seen.

"They are applying the ? to the rest of the crew," the Doctor
explained.  He handed me three of these hyprosprays.  I stared at him, questioningly.  "These are hyposprays.  A twenty-fourth century
version of a hypodermic needle.  Less painful and more hygienic.  All
of them are filled with the ? and I need you to help apply it to some
of the crew.  Both the Captain and Ensign Wildman are doing the same. Just press the hypospray against the neck, like I did yours.  You can start in the Mess Hall."

With nothing else to do, I agreed to help.  The sight that greeted me
inside the Mess Hall nearly sickened me.  Bodies were strewn
everywhere.  Bodies plastered with sores, insect bites and some green
ooze.  However, I came upon another sight that disturbed me even
further.  I found two of the figures, seated at a table together.  Tom
and Lieutenant Torres.

What the hell were they doing together?  I had heard from Jenny that
Tom agreed to serve as the ship's cook, until Neelix's return.  And
Lieutenant Torres was supposed to be in Engineering.  How did they end up sharing one of the tables inside the Mess Hall?

It took a lot of effort on my part to squelch the jealousy within me. 
Unfortunately, I couldn't fight against the despair.  It seemed to me
that the sight of them together was an obvious sign that I was never
meant to be with Tom.  Oh well.  Might as well accept it.