Title: Stepping Stone
Note: Part III of the Stone Heart Series
Author: Kim Riley aka MYSTIC / MysticMcknight
Summary: sequel to Another brick from the Wall. Can Tom save Chakotay
and his unborn children from the likes of Seska?
Disclaimer: Everything but the idea and the talent that went into this
is Paramonts, the rest is all mine.
Chakotay watched with horror as he saw Seska reach for the rifle, he
knew he couldn't do a damn thing about it in his condition. Fear
filled him, not for himself, but his unborn children. "If you harm my
children, I'll not only hate you forever, but I'll kill that bastard
you're carrying with my own hands!" He swore, desperate to save his
and Tom's children.
Seska had been facing Chakotay when he made his declaration; the rifle
set on heavy stun, enough to harm the brats, but not him. She
hesitated at hearing his words. //Would he really do that?// she
thought, for the first time wondering just how much the man she loved
had changed and how far he would go. //Not that much,// she decided as
she leveled the rifle at Chakotay's stomach. "You can make all the
empty threats you want, love. But let's face it, you'd never hurt
your own child, no matter how much you're angry with me. Besides,
you'll thank me for this later," she smirked and took aim.
Chakotay turned around hoping his body could take the pulse and closed
his eyes when he heard the shot. He braced himself, but realized he
didn't feel anything, then he heard a clunk. He turned to see Seska
on the floor, the rifle near by. Tom stepped over her as he rushed
over to hug his lover. "Tom!" he cried, never happier to see his love
then right this moment.
Tom hugged his love as tightly as he could without hurting the little
ones. "It's okay," he soothed, feeling the tremors of his love
sobbing. "I'm here, Chakotay. I'm here. It's going to be all right,"
he said again as he kissed the older man on the top of his head. "We
need to get out of here, which means I need to get the shields down,"
he smiled confidently.
Chakotay looked up into those beautiful blue eyes. "My angel," he
whispered. "Once again, my saving grace.and my hero."
"Shit, she's coming around," Tom snarled.
"Tom! She's pregnant.the phaser blast."
"I knew she was and it was on the lowest setting possible," Tom
replied, though wishing otherwise as he moved and grabbed up the pulse
"We need to take her with us," the Commander stated.
Tom looked at his love, but understood. They needed to be sure if she
was telling the truth or not. "All right. I saw a computer console
at the end of the hall here. I'll get her if you think you can handle
the shields?" he smiled in his best teasing smile.
"Trust me, Paris. I may not be able to see my feet, but I can still
handle a computer," Chakotay replied in his best Commander tone with
just enough edge to make his love laugh.
"Welcome to Voyager," the EMH greeted as Seska woke and found herself
on a Starfleet biobed, restrained. She looked over and saw Chakotay
sitting up on another bed, being fussed over by the Maquis trader, Tom
Paris. She growled in fury.
"Uh, that is precisely why you are restrained," the Doctor responded
as he moved over to the computer and ran some testes.
"Well?" Chakotay asked the Doctor.
"Give me a moment," he replied, still working the computer.
"Your lucky you're pregnant, bitch! Or else you wouldn't be
breathing!" Tom fired off at the Cardassian lying across from his
love. He even made a step in her direction, but a hand from Chakotay
brought him some sense of balance to his temper. He turned, hugging
and kissing his lover. "I'll be all right," he whispered.
"Oh, Great Gul!" Seska shouted in disgusted. "It was bad enough
knowing you found someone else, even to go as far as bearing children,
but.this? But this.this perversion with a male? And not just any
male, but the fucking Maquis trader himself?"
Tom felt his fury boiling again, but it was Chakotay who spoke first,
"Face it, Seska. You just weren't man enough for me," he replied, then
kissed his angel.
"How interesting to note that your brand of wit, Lieutenant, is
contagious," the Doctor quipped as he moved back towards Seska. "It
would seem, miss Seska, that you are in error. Commander Chakotay is
not the father of your child," he said, then looked over to see two
very relieved men.
"That's impossible! I preformed the procedure myself!" she snapped.
"Oh, I did detect the DNA sample and egg you had implanted, but you
were already pregnant at the time. Quite surprising to know that
Kazon and Cardassians are compatible species," he mused. "Oh, I also
took the liberty to remove all traces of Commander Chakotay's DNA from
your body. We wouldn't want any more attempts of unwanted conception,
now would we?"
Chakotay was relieved. Suddenly, he sat up straight and placed Tom's
hand onto his stomach. "He kicked," he said, a whole new expression
coming over his face as he lit up like a Christmas tree.
Tom beamed with joy as well. "How do you know it was he and not she?"
"Because," Chakotay was about to say when he grinned even wider. "That
was her kicking."
"I love you," Tom said, caressing were his children were growing.
"And I love you too, Angel."
"Oh, Great Gul! Sedate me or something, so I don't have to listen to
this!" Seska shouted.
Just then, Janeway walked in with Tuvok and several security officers.
"Well?" she asked, looking at the Doctor and Chakotay.
"Seska's the proud mother of the first half Cardassian, half Kazon
child in the Delta quadrant," Tom piped in.
"Ah, well then this will make this a bit easier," Janeway stated, her
joy of knowing that Chakotay wouldn't be plagued by her, at least by
this aspect, was a great relief.
"What easier?" Chakotay asked.
"The Kazon are demanding Seska be returned, because they believe she's
carrying their leader's child. Since it's true, as much as I want to
lock you in the brig for life, I think it wise for the moment to let
"What!?" Tom snapped, his eyes burning with the injustice of it all.
"Lieutenant Paris. There are five Kazon vessels heading this way. If
we return Seska, they have no reason to pursue us and have given their
word that they would not, under a Kazon oath," Tuvok responded.
"Like that has any value!" Tom snarled.
"Mister Paris," the Captain warned. The young man was close to
crossing the line with her.
"Hon, it's okay," Chakotay said, soothing his love by rubbing his hand
down Tom's back. "I really don't think I would like the idea of her
here on this ship, even in the brig, in the least bit. Her leaving,
knowing that we're together and she has no ties to me whatsoever, is
enough. Let it go."
Tom looked into the eyes of his beloved and saw that this was what he
truly needed to have, peace of mind and he couldn't resist him
anything. He relaxed his posture and turned to the Captain. "I
apologize, Captain," he said sincerely.
Both men watched as Seska was taken by armed guards to the transporter
room that would send her packing, then back at the Captain, who was
smiling from ear to ear.
"What?" Tom asked, not able to keep a smile from his own face.
"Oh, nothing. The two of you make the cutest couple," she chuckled.
"I'm glad you think so, for I believe were due to be married soon,"
Chakotay replied, a huge grin himself.
"Ah, yes. Well, I also thought you both would be glad to know that
we've located an M-class planet that has more than enough of what we
need to get power levels back up so this wedding doesn't have to be on
hold much longer," Janeway added with a grin.
"Really, how soon?" Tom asked eagerly.
"We're three days away, so I'd say to plan for a week from today.
What do you say?"
"I say, what are we waiting for," Tom said with his joyous inpatience
as Chakotay just laughed at his young love's enthusiasm.
"Well, then, I'll let you two plan. Oh and Commander, our deal
stands, but you have the next three days off to rest and that's an
order," she smirked and left.
Tom looked to see that even the holo Doc had left them, so he wrapped
his arms around his love again and kissed him deeply. "I can't wait
to be.hey, what will I be? Mister Kotay?" he asked with a teasing
"Well, since my people don't use last names, I was seriously thinking
of taking yours."
"Bad idea," Tom responded coolly.
"I told you about my father and I'm not exactly proud of being a
Paris," Tom replied.
"All the more reason to give you the pride you deserve in being who
'you' are," Chakotay said, taking his love's face in his hand and
gently looked deep into his eyes. "You are everything to me. Can you
look me in the eye and tell me you are worthless?"
"I.I couldn't be, if a man like you loves me," Tom whispered back,
really seeing all the love, admiration, and respect his soon to be
husband had for him.
"Then I have an idea," Chakotay smiled with a gleam in his eyes.
The warm wind blew through the open green meadow as the sun shined
brightly, accenting all the color nature had to offer. The sound of a
babbling brook echoed in the distance as people crowed together, to
witness the joining of Tom Paris and Chakotay. The planet had not only
been inhabitable, though no one lived there, but beautiful and Tom and
Chakotay both agreed that this was the place they would take their
The night before, in a smaller attended ceremony, Chakotay performed
the rights of his tribe and he and Tom were now bound in spirit as
well as in body as he inducted his husband into his family and his
life. The fresh tattoo that Tom now wore like his mate, still
glistened as if still wet from the ink of last night as the sun shined
down on them both. Tom dressed in sky blue, that accented his eyes,
without shoes, faced his love, who wore what he believed was the first
time, pure white. The purity of the color seemed to darken his skin
and add to his glow his spirit was pulsating as they stood together in
front of Captain Janeway, who insisted to make it legal, wore her
uniform, but swore to change for the reception.
"We have traveled a long way, and may still have a ways to go," she
said. "But as we do so, we are reminded of what it is we travel to
and fight for on such special occasions when two very unique and
loving souls find one another and the purity of love is born. In the
days when ships only sailed the seas, it was always the Captain's
greatest honor to hold the power to unite such blessed beings."
Janeway looked at Chakotay and Tom with such pride, she could have
"Do you, Thomas Eugene Paris, take this man, Chakotay of the Creek
nation to be your lawfully wedded husband. Through sickness and
health, through good times and bad, to honor and cherish so long as
you both shall live?"
"I do," Tom replied as a small tear rolled down his cheek.
"Do you, Chakotay of the Creek nation, take this man, Thomas Eugene
Paris to be your lawfully wedded husband. Through sickness and
health, through good times and bad, to honor and cherish so long as
you both shall live?"
"I do," Chakotay said, also a small tear running down his cheek.
"The rings," Janeway said.
Tom took the golden silver band he had made especially for Chakotay,
from Harry, his best man and friend and took Chakotay's hand and
placed the ring on his wedding finger. "With this ring, I thee wed."
Then Chakotay took the silver ring with an engraved wolf on it that he
had made just for Tom from B'Elanna, his best 'man' and best friend.
"With this ring, I thee wed."
"With the power invested by me, I do pronounce you wed!" Janeway
The crowed cheered as the married couple kissed long and deeply, only
to stop at the sound of the Captain clearing her throat. "Save it for
the honeymoon," she teased.
Chakotay smiled at his new husband. "So how do you feel, mister
"Wonderful!" Tom replied. "And how do you feel.mister Paris," he
"Wonderful," he said and kissed his husband again.
"Well, with two mister Paris' on board, this just may get confusing,"
Kathryn teased as well wishers pushed their way up to the newly
"For technical reasons, let's just stick with Chakotay," the Commander
"Hey, let's get this reception on the road!" B'Elanna shouted.
All was well as the newlyweds enjoyed their friends, their
surroundings and their love.
"Honey, that's the eighth time you've been up tonight. Are you sure
you're all right?" Tom asked from bed. It was 0330 and he had bridge
duty in the morning. Even if his loving, though miserable, spouse was
forced onto maternity leave, due to the fact he was now eight months
"I'm sorry, Tom. But, the Doctor already told me that this was just
another typical thing about being pregnant."
"So, along with swollen fingers and ankles, lower back pain, it's
normal to piss every five minutes," Tom replied, trying not to let his
tiredness and annoyance of his lack of sleep to enter his voice. He
watched as his love and husband, looking very tired himself, waddled
out of the bathroom, only to take a half seat on the edge of the bed,
a scowl on his face.
"Honey, come back to bed, it's late," Tom said trying to be
"Why? I'll only have to get up again, might as well save me the
hassle and stay up. I'd stay in the bathroom, but the toilet is just
too uncomfortable to sit on," he grumbled.
"Why don't you go see the Doctor?" Tom suggested.
"I told you, he said it's nor.mal," Chakotay snapped, his tired
Tom had been through this far too long to let it get to him anymore.
"Honey, I'm sure it is. But, you haven't slept well in two days and I
know that isn't healthy for you or the children. Perhaps, if you talk
with him, he can help you get the rest you need, huh?" Tom could see
his husband tossing the idea around in his head.
"Oh, all right. I'll go see the quack," the big man snipped as he got
up with a push from Tom and retrieved his robe.
"I do believe the doctor is right," Tom smiled. "My wit is rubbing off
on you." Tom started to push off the covers.
"What are you doing?" The Commander's side of him now showing. "You
have an early shift tomorrow and I am 'quite' capable of walking to
the infirmary myself, thank you very much."
Tom had seen this side of his husband a lot too and it was the
I'm-still-independent-and-don't- you-forget-it mode. "Okay, okay," he
acquiesced as he lay back down. "But, if your not back in my arms
within an hour, I'm coming after you," he teased.
"Hell, it'll take me that long just to get there," Chakotay muttered
as he started out of the room.
Tom was tired and didn't realize he had fallen back to sleep till the
ship shuttering violently, startled him awake. The first thing he
took into account was that Chakotay was not with him. The ship
shuttered again as the red alert claxon sounded. Tom jumped out of
bed and grabbed his uniform. "Paris to Chakotay," he said while
slipping his clothes on and started for the door. No answer. "Paris
to Chakotay!" Tom said again as he started running towards the lift.
He was forced to the other side of the hall as the ship rattled
violently again. He got to the lift to see several other crewmembers
gathered, but no lift had arrived.
"We'll have to use the other ones, or the shafts!" Tom shouted as
another boom of an explosion echoed throughout the ship. His mind was
filled with fear for his husband, but he was a Starfleet officer and
he knew Chakotay wouldn't expect anything less than his best as an
officer during a crisis. He turned, ran to the other turbo lift and
hot tailed it to the bridge.
The ship had been under attack from an aggressive race called the
Kalkston, that had believed that if they captured Voyager, they could
possess all it's technical wonders, but fortunately they had failed to
take into account that Voyager's technical wonders would kick their
ass for trying. Tom Paris sat back in his chair, giving a deep sigh
of relief as the Captain gave the all clear and stepped the ship down
from red alert.
"Sickbay to lieutenant Paris," the Doctor's voice came over his com
"Paris, here," Tom replied, puzzled for a moment.
"You'd better get down here, there's been an accident."