"Unwanted Undesirable Endings"
Years of following orders,
Harry started rattling off their
current condition, though
he overlooked things like the gap in the
ceiling and other details.he.didn't
think were important.
Chakotay established that
out of the six ships that had
originally attacked, there
were still three left to do some serious
damage. Half the bridge was
without power and smoke filled the area,
so the ventilation pumps
were not working either. Communications were
down, and the ship was still
rocking from the pot shots the ships
were still dishing out.
"Jerry, like dancing you move
to a rhythm.avoiding enemy fire
is the same, but you want
them to guess your rhythm; in other words,
they have you figured out.
Your on one, two, three, four count, left
on two and four, switch,
them after three rounds, change it up again.
try it," Chakotay ordered.
He never realized how sensitive he was to
Voyagers movement, but he
was now, and if it could help, he would use
it.
"Who's fixing tactical?" he
shouted, hearing voices in that
direction.
"Me, Davidson and Connors"
Greg shouted, not thinking he
should identify himself.
"Greg, you continue to get
weapons back on line at that
station, but can you temporally
shift them to Ops?"
"Yes, it'll take me a minute."
"You got thirty seconds. Davidson
and Connors, here," he
snapped. He heard the two
men move closer, and was suddenly aware
that Jerry had taken his
advice and it was keeping the current hits
down to none. "Davidson,
take the ladder, get to engineering, inform
B'Elanna that we need all
none essential power directed to shields,
weapons, engines, in that
order. Also, we need communications back
up, and see if she can get
the vent system open, but that is the
priority `exactly' as I gave
it to you, understand?"
"Yes, sir."
"Go. Connors, sit here," he
stated, patting the chair next to
him, then pointed in the
general direction of a mini-screen, "read
it, and don't stop reading
it till I tell you to.out loud if you
don't mind," he added, just
in case the young man didn't understand
his function.
"Aye, sir," the young crewman
said and started rattling off
the information that crossed
the screen.
"Harry, is there anyplace
to get a way from these guys?"
Chakotay shouted over his
shoulder.
"Yes, there's a nebula about
fifteen minutes away, but the
three ships are on our tail
and gaining in speed, Sir," Harry
replied, mentally saying
a prayer, thinking that they were in for it
now.
Chakotay sat quietly for a
moment, "Jerry, change your
rhythm, you're getting predictable,"
he stated solemnly, still in
thought. "Okay, make for
the nebula, pull every ounce of speed you
can get out of her," he ordered.
"Harry, once we're in the nebular,
what's to prevent them from
coming in." he stopped when Connors read
something.he grinned. "Never
mind, I know how to keep them out," he
said. "Harry you have weapon
control?"
There was quiet for a second, "Yes, I have it now."
"Prepare a torpedo with a
high tachyon charge. Just before we
enter the nebula, launch
it."
Harry was literally about
to ask why when he saw the answer
on his own screen, the charge
would mix with the chemical make up of
the nebula and turn it into
one large sensor blanket. Harry stopped
praying.so hard.
"Sir, we're being hailed by
the enemy vessel, same one that
contacted the Captain and
demanded our surrender," Harry stated.
Chakotay shifted in his seat,
if looks could kill, //Mental
note to self, teach crew
how to give an efficient update in a
crisis.// "Stop reading Connors.
Stand next to me and whisper
descriptions of everything
you see, understand?"
"Aye, sir," Connors replied,
also feeling better about the
Commander's presence on the
bridge.
"Okay, put it through."
Chakotay listened to Connors
describe a golden egg head
shaped alien, with oval black
eyes, tiny mouth, and in tacky green
and gold suite. //You did
say everything,// he thought quickly.
"I see your female has been replaced.by an obese.."
//What is it with the weight
thing!// his mind
growled. "What is it you
want? Why did you attack us?" "We didn't
mean you."
"It doesn't matter what you
meant or didn't mean to do. You
are fair game, and as to
what I want.I want you to surrender or I
will continue to force you."
"Continue in this manner,
and all you'll have is a bunch of
scrap metal, I will not surrender
Voyager to you or anyone," he
stated firmly, never leaving
his seat. Connors was still describing
the area on the screen in
grand detail.
"So, you are just as foolish
as the female.? You think so
little.."
Chakotay was no longer listening
to him.he was concentrating.
testing a theory, which could
prove useful or a huge disaster.
"There are two other crew
men, still pushing buttons." Connor
was whispering when.he stopped.
"Ah.ah," he swallowed it was
unexpected.
"BeregNap!" the screechy voice
of the alien that was talking
shouted. "What is going on?"
"Ah, sir, he's.ah, floating.in
the air. Now.he's moving
toward a wall.just missing
by two inches.wait, again, toward the
wall, now missing by half
an inch."
"BergeNap! Someone get me
down!" the alien shouted, and then
his cry for help was followed
with a shout of pain.
"Ah, he hit the wall," Connors
stated, and just caught the
tiny smirk on Chakotay's
face.
Chakotay felt his blood pressure
rising, and felt a sticky
trickle from his left ear,
for he was pushing it. It was difficult to
maintain his hold, but he
had too, and let this S.O.B know the
score. "Every time my ship
takes a hit.so do you," he breathed out,
not sure if anyone heard
it or not.
"Every time Voyager takes
a hit, so do you!" Connors stated
with more confidence than
Chakotay ever recalled the young man
having.
"I will destroy you! I will.Ow!...Ow!"
True to his word, every time
Chakotay felt the ship rock from
a hit or near hit, he slammed
this leader into a wall; put there was
a price to his actions and
he knew it.
They had originally tried
cutting the link, but it had no
effect and contacted Voyager
again, with the demand of surrender and
to stop this bizarre action.
The other aliens seeming afraid to touch
their leader.fearful of the
situation stayed away from him; at first.
"Up four feet, sir, they're
trying to pull him down," Connors
stated, understanding what
his commander was doing. "He's on the
ceiling, Sir."
"Power to shields, weapons
and engines have increased,
Commander," Harry called
out, letting him know that Davison had done
his job as did B'Elanna.
The strain was tremendous,
all he could focus on was his
hold, and that if he should
falter, Voyager.Tom.., he had to hold on,
though he started to wonder
who would give first; but after what
seemed forever, he heard
what he needed too.
"Stop.stop the attack on that ship!" the alien shouted.
Chakotay didn't relax his
hold, even with the pain he was
feeling or the trickles of
blood that was running down his other ear
and his nose. The Doc told
him if he ever pushed it like this he most
likely would remain blind.
but it was working.and Voyager was worth
it.Tom was worth it. //Tom,
you're more than worth it!// letting the
thought of Tom be his streanght
to continue.
"The ships have backed off,
Commander," Harry shouted in
amazement and enthusiasm.it
had worked.
"Nebula?" Chakotay rasped his voice strained.
"Jerry, how long to the nebula?"
Connors inquired,
understanding the commander's
thoughts.
"Five minutes."
"Orders.stand." He rasped
with a shuttered breath, still not
relinquishing his hold.
"Put me down, I've done what
you asked, you BeregNaper!" the
alien screamed.
Connors turned to Harry, "The
Commander wants his orders in
reference to the nebula to
stand," he stated so the aliens didn't
know what he was talking
about. He saw Harry nod. "Understood, sir,"
he said out loud. "Hang in
there, sir, we're almost out of this," he
whispered afterwards.
"Cut link" Chakotay whispered,
wiping the sweat from his
brow, and used his sleeve
to wipe the blood from his nose.
"Harry." Connors called out
and gestured for Harry to close
the channel. "Done, sir."
It was a long four minutes,
as Chakotay fought to hold on to
his prey.but finally.
"Torpedo away!" Harry called out.
Chakotay collapsed back into
the Captain chair, feeling light
headed, nauseous, and joyous.it
had worked. "The Spirits taketh and
the spirits giveth," he mumbled
with a small chuckle releasing the
tension he had been feeling.
The pain was less, but still present.
"We're in the nebula, sir," Jerry shouted.
"Our new sensor blanket is
working like a charm, Commander,"
Harry added with pride in
the man he was serving.
"How.how long can we stay
here.?" he asked while gasping for
breath.
"They could search for a month
and not find us," Harry
replied with confidence.
Chakotay smiled at the tone
in Harry's voice. "Well, I don't
think we'll need that much
time, but it's nice to know. Initiate
emergency repairs on all
vital systems first." he took a deep breath,
glad that the ventilators
were working, his lungs stung from the
smoke. "Ensign, till I or
another senior officer arrives, you have
the bridge. Connors, you're
with me," he stated, reaching out for the
young man. He felt the strong
slim hand and accepted the help up and
the support. He was tempted
to say "Home James, and once around the
park," something he and Tom
joked about; not knowing for a whole
month what it meant till
Tom explained it to him.//Tom.//
He waited till he was in the
turbolift and heard the doors
close. "Sickbay. Connors,
you did a hell of a job, son."
"Thanks you, Sir. But may I say.you were.amazing..sir."
Chakotay gave a small smile,
and then it faded. "You were on
the bridge, what.happened?"
Ben Connors was silent for
a moment, for everyone knew about
Commander Paris and his husband,
and his ex-lover; though that was a
surprise, the Captain. "The
enemy had come out of nowhere and we
avoided them quite nicely,
for Lieutenant Paris was at the helm. But
the enemy masked the signal
of one of their ships and while the
Captain was talking with
the head of that bunch; attempting to make
peace, they hit us dead on.
The tactical station blew up at the same
time the impact ruptured
the bridge."
"The bridge was penetrated?"
he asked surprised and
shaken. //Mental note to
self, not only teach crew how to make an
efficient update report in
a crisis, but kill Harry Kim!// his mind
growled.
"Ah, yes, Sir. It was like
suddenly everything went into slow-
motion. The ship shook, the
station exploded, then the breach above
the helm. Seconds; that what
made the difference, Sir, seconds. Tom
held on as best he could
but the force was great, then just before we
could even think, the Captain
had a hold of him, but, again, Sir.
seconds. They both headed
up, but the force field activated just in
the nick of time. On the
other hand, they were by the ceiling and
dropped like stone, Tom landing
on the Capitan, both on top of the
helm.hard. Tuvok was injured
in the explosion along with others,
including Mr. Kim, but only
the most serious; Tuvok, Lieutenant
Paris, and Captain Janeway
were sent to sickbay before the
transporters went out.again."
Only the sound of the door
opening shook Chakotay from the
horrid image his mind was
creating for him as he listened to Connors
tale. He took a firmer hold
of the young man's arm as he moved
forward.
"Sir, are you all right, I mean, you look paler than before?"
Chakotay simply nodded, he
was too stunned to speak, and all
he wanted to do was get to
sickbay.find out if Tom would be alright.
By the sounds and smells,
Chakotay knew he was there even
before the doors opened and
he followed Connors inside. "Where is
he?" he asked, knowing that
Ben would understand his question.
"I see him on a far biobed,
eyes closed, but only a thick
bandage on his head. He looks
better than you do, if you don't mind
me saying, sir."
Chakotay felt relieved by
this comment, "Not at the moment,
no," he replied. "Okay, get
me over there."
"There you are. If I had not
been so buys I would have sent a
detail to fetch you," the
EMH scolded from a far. *gasp* "What in the
world happened?" he asked
as his voice got closer.
Chakotay urged Connors to
get him to Tom but was intervened
by the EMH and the sound
of a scanner. "Get him over here," the Doc
stated.
"I think he would prefer over
there, if he is going to have
to lie down," Connors stated
on the Commanders behalf.
Chakotay smiled, //Mental
note, reevaluate Connors for
promotion.boys got spark
after all!// "I agree with him," he stated
nodding toward his escort.
Hearing the snort of disgust, he knew the
Doc had given in even before
being moved to the biobed.
"Tay!"
"Tom? Tom, are you all right,"
Chakotay asked, so eager to
move toward the voice, he
let go of Connors and did so. He felt
strong soft delicate hands,
Tom's hands, reaching out for him. He
grasped them tightly, and
then moved closer, and felt strong slim
arms wrap around him.Tom
was sitting up, hugging him, he was all
right. If Chakotay had not
been so exhausted he would have cried he
was so relieved. "I was so
worried about you," he whispered as he
continued to hug his husband.
"You were worried, I come
around in sickbay to find out you
never made it here, and I'm
not allowed to go find you; computer is
down.oh baby, I'm just glad
you are okay. I'm." Tom leaned back and
saw the blood, "What happened?"
"I'll tell you later," Chakotay
smiled, caressing the face of
the man he cared so much
for. His finger took in the depth and the
angle of Tom's cheek's, his
chin, the soft lips.the pounding heart
beat.the tense moment as
air crackled around him.the need to reach
out and.
"Enough, Commander, your blood
pressure is dangerously high,
not to mention you've ruptured
both your eardrums partly.again," The
Doc said, forcing Chakotay
away from Tom to lay on the
biobed. "Lieutenant Paris,
you are still suffering from a server
concussion," he snapped.
"Listen Closely, Doctor,"
Chakotay stated in his most, `don't
mess with me' tone. "You
have a choice, Captain Janeway, I, Commander
Tuvok or Lieutenant Paris,
for there is one senior officer on the
bridge and they too need
medical attention. So, whoever you can clear
for duty ASAP, regardless
of your better judgment, do it!"
Considering the number of
injured and Chakotay's tone, he
understood he had little
choice in the matter. "Very well; Commander
Tuvok is scheduled for surgery
as soon as I am able to do so, so."
"I'll solve your dilemma,"
Janeway stated in her most
tenacious tone
"Captain.?"
"I only have a minor concussion,
and a broken arm, granted a
few ribs to boot, but, I
am able to get the job done," she stated,
standing next to Chakotay,
placing her good hand on his
shoulder. "Let me guess,
you were on the bridge," she stated with a
mix of pride and disapproval
in her voice.
"Hey, someone had to be,"
he replied lightly, reaching up and
taking her hand. Though he
could not look at her directly his eyes
were still serious, "Thank
you," he said in a soft voice, giving her
hand a squeeze, to let her
know.he knew what she did. "Thank you."
Before Janeway could say anything,
the EMH administered a
sedative, having to bring
down Chakotay's pressure, and the Commander
was out like a light. She
looked up at him, puzzled.
"I needed to get his pressure
down, and he has a small
hemorrhage in his brain.
Don't let his looks fool you, Captain,
except for Mr. Tuvok, he
would be second to last I would let go back
up there. Now, if you would
excuse me, since you are planning on
leaving anyway, I have work
to do, Captain."
Janeway moved over to Tom
and the two classed hands, a silent
exchange of thanks given
and accepted. "You are to stay put and get
some rest, Lieutenant.that's
an order," she smiled, then headed
out. "Connors, what's been
going on?"
"Captain, it was amazing."
*********
The next few weeks was like
no other for the crew of Voyager,
for it was quickly decided
that they could not leave the safety of
the nebula if the possibility
that they would be greeted by hostiles
again. This meant several
months of work was going to have to be
compressed into weeks.
Though Janeway had protested,
more so due to health reason,
she could not sway Chakotay
to stay on medical leave, short of
tossing him the brig. But,
not only due to his magnificent
performance during a crisis,
but because he was desperately needed,
she caved.
So, while Tom, Tuvok, Harry,
and even herself were in the
trenches, doing repairs,
Chakotay and his new aid decamp Ben Connors
held down the bridge. This
resulted in the couple never seeing each
other, though Chakotay did
get to talk with Tom from time to time,
but their schedules were
full, and when Chakotay got home from a
sixteen hour shift, very
much against the Doc's judgment, he barely
had enough energy to change
and go to bed. Ben made sure he ate and
had plenty of nourishment.
When he commented that he acted like Tom,
he stated that he was under
penalty of death if he didn't do this, by
the young man in question,
and even though he laughed, he knew Tom
was serious, and the Ben
knew this too.
So, after three weeks, when
Kathryn told him when she
relieved him of his shift
that all the vital repairs were done and he
was back on medical leave.he
didn't give it a second thought to
protest. He had gotten back
to the cabin, stripped, got into a night
shirt, the only thing that
fit comfortable, and went straight to bed.
He did recall stirring to
the sound of Tom's voice, his words.pig,
slop, and too sexy for his
own good .mingled in his head, then once
more he was back asleep.
Then the smell of fresh coffee
and cinnamon and raisin bread
filled the air and Chakotay
shifted to his side and then stretched.
Slowly he worked his way
out of bed and stumbled sleepily into the
living room where he smelled
breakfast, all his favorites.including
hot fresh cinnamon raison
bread with lots of butter. He then heard
Tom whistling, he was in
a good mood. Chakotay yawned as he smiled.
"Morning, sleepy head," Tom teased. "Feeling better?"
Chakotay yawned some more,
"I could use some more sleep, but
yes, I'm feeling better.
Smells wonderful Tom, did you empty our
ration account on breakfast?"
he teased, making his way to the table.
"No, but we haven't used it
in so long, we had quite a bit in
there. And if you need more
sleep then after breakfast go back to
bed, though after a whole
day."
"Are you saying I slept an entire day away?"
"Well, it was more like 32hrs,
but who's counting," Tom
joked, pouring Chakotay his
coffee, the only time the man like to
drink it outside of long
duty shifts.
"Wow, I must have been tired."
Tom smiled warmly at his perplexed
husband, then explained
what was where, for Chakotay
liked to help himself.his show of
independence, and Tom didn't
mind one bit. He then moved around and
started rubbing Chakotay's
shoulders.
"Oh, that feels good, Tom.
Perhaps you should forgo flying
and become a masseuse," Chakotay
said, forgetting all about breakfast
at the moment.
"Hmm, sorry, but my talents
are for a select few," Tom
stated, glad that he was
making Chakotay relax, he had been overdoing
it for way too long.
"Than I thank the spirits
for being among the select few,"
Chakotay chuckled. "Now,
cut it out or I'll be back asleep and I'm
hunger and so is our daughter,"
he teased. When he felt Tom stop and
heard his laugh he felt a
sense of peace, "So, late shift?"
"No, the Captain gave me the
day off, saying something about.
neglecting my husband," he
laughed as he took a seat across from
Chakotay.
Chakotay was enjoying his
meal and felt an impish whim come
upon him, "Well then, how
about I trade in the bed for the sofa and
you can massage my feet,"
he grinned wickedly and teasingly.
Tom gave a mock sigh, "I've
spoiled you," he stated, trying
to suppress the laughter
he felt bubbling up in his throat.
Chakotay heard the effort
not to laugh, "True, but you have
no one to blame but yourself,"
he replied, chuckling.
The two men continued on with
breakfast, and then Chakotay
gathered up is favorite blanket
and a few pillows and propped himself
on the sofa, wiggling his
toes, knowing that Tom was looking at him.
"You are such a brat!"
Chakotay laughed, "As the
saying goes, it takes one to know
one." He then felt the sofa
dip and then Tom position himself, so all
of Chakotay's legs were on
his lap, covered with the blanket, and
started rubbing his feet.
"You know, it's been three
weeks and we've hardly been able
to say more than five words
to each other outside of ships business,"
Tom stated, his tone slightly
serious.
Chakotay relaxed against the
pillows that supported his
back, "Hmm, I can vouch for
that," he replied enjoying Tom's
attention.
"Tay."
The serious concern in that
one word was enough for Chakotay
to take notice and inch himself
up a bit, "What's wrong?" he asked
with concern, reaching out
touching tom's arm, then shifting himself,
with help, so he was now
sitting, and then pulled Tom to
him. "What?" He was
surprised to feel Tom shaking.
"I.I heard what you did on the bridge."
"Tom, I did only what I had
to do," he replied, hugging Tom
as best as he could.
"No.you didn't have to almost
give yourself a brain
embolism," he snapped, suddenly
pulling back from Chakotay though not
breaking their connection.
Chakotay could hear the pain,
the anguish in Tom's voice. He
reached up Tom's arm till
he found his face and caressed his
cheek, "Tom, I had to do
whatever I could to see to it Voyager
survived. If our positions
were reversed you would have done anything
and all you could in your
power to see that Voyager survived, not
only for me and the baby,
but for the crew. How could I do any less?"
"I know, Tay, it's." he sighed,
and then just leaned in and
hugged the man. "I know,"
he added, letting Chakotay know, he did
understand, he didn't have
to like it, but he understood. After a
moment it was Tom's turn
to feel impish and to Chakotay's surprise,
shifted him onto Tom's lap.
"Ah! You are a glutton for
punishment, I must weigh a ton,"
Chakotay shouted, half in
fun half in being startled.
"No, only half," Tom teased
back, hugging Chakotay even more,
but he soon had to admit,
this was a bit much, and shifted some more
so Chakotay was leaning against
him instead of the pillows, one of
which he got smacked in the
head by Tay after the weight comment.
Chakotay laughed, then reached
up and finding Tom's arm, then
his hand brought it down
to his abdomen, "She takes after you," he
teased, letting Tom feel
the baby shifting all over the place, and
kicking up a tiny storm.
Tom didn't think he could
be happier, for he held the man he
loved in his arms and who
was having his child. He leaned his
forehead on Chakotay's as
he continued to watch and feel his daughter
move around. Then he felt
Tay's hand had gently climbed his arm, and
now was caressing his face,
his strong fingers gently stroking his
chin, his lips; it felt good,
Tom closed his eyes to the sensation,
not daring to think of more.
Sweet, hot, sensuous, tender,
soul searing.it was the only
words that Tom could think
of.after he could think, after Chakotay's
lips gently parted from his
own. He didn't know if he should, but he
couldn't stop himself, he
reached down and took Chakotay's lips again
with his own, the touch expressing
just how much he loved him, wanted
him, and would always be
there for him. "I love you," he whispered,
his lips still touching his
beloved's.
"And I love you, Tom, I really
do," Chakotay replied, his
emotions no longer held back
by frivolous stupidity. "You are the
best thing that has ever
happened to me, Tom Paris. Though it's taken
me a hell of a lot to see
this, I do, more clearly than ever before,"
he replied, still caressing
Tom's face, then reaching up kissing him
once more. Tom's taste was
fresh, alive, sweet and all the things
Chakotay thought love should
taste like and more. He never felt so
happy, so blessed, so. "FUCK!"
Tom sat back, stunned by Tay's
reaction, "What?" It took him
a moment to understand it
wasn't a request or a demand, Chakotay was
grimacing in pain. "Tay,
what's wrong?"
"The baby.I don't know, it's
like she's trying to punch her
way out," he gasped, still
hurting.
"Computer, medical emergency
beam, two, this location," Tom
ordered. In seconds the both
were swept away by the beam.
***********
"I should have known her being
part Paris would make her
unpredictable," the EMH stated
with mock disdain as he looked down at
Chakotay holding his daughter,
born five weeks early, but strong
enough and healthy enough
not to need any additional incubation.
"That's the part that makes
her special," Chakotay said, his
face glowing, his smile ear
to ear, as he continued to gently caress
his daughter trying to imagine
what the Doc described. She had dark
hair, dark eyes and had Tom's
nose and good looks along with a
caramel complexion, and supposedly
his strength for even tiny she was
strong.she was beautiful.
"Well, if my part makes her
special, and your part makes her
amazing, that would mean
she's an extraordinary kid," Tom teased with
much pride, as he held Tay
close as he sat propped on the edge of the
biobed, looking also at his
daughter.
"I heard I had a new crewmember,"
Kathryn said as she entered
in sickbay as word reached
her of Chakotay's emergency c-section. She
stopped in her tracks when
her eyes graced the beautiful child in
Chakotay's arms, and the
glow that would power a warp core, that came
from the little family. //Family.//
she pushed the wave of regret
aside, she had her chance.she
blew it, now it was time to make full
amends. She walked closer,
"Oh, Chakotay, she's.she's beautiful.may
I?"
Kathryn Janeway never felt
more nervous, but more determined
as she held the tiny Pairs
in her arms. //though you'll never know
how sorry I am for almost
keeping you from coming here, I'm glad
you're here, and I'll make
sure to do my best to see to it you'll
have both your parents to
watch you grow up,// she though and
promised, as she gently rocked
the small five pound eight once little
girl. "So, did you ever figure
out a name for her?" she asked. She
quirked a brow at Tom's face,
almost guilt like.
"I can't believe it.all this
time and we never." he looked at
Chakotay horrified. "Tay."
Chakotay could hear Tom's
distress and took his hand, "It's
okay, she told me her name
three weeks ago on my spirit walk," he
smiled. "I was on my way
to tell you when all hell broke out."
"Well, don't keep me in suspense," she stated.
"Yes, I need the full name for the records," the Doc stated.
"Airiest JaO'me Paris."
"Wow, what a name full," Tom smiled and chuckled.
"Well, I think it's beautiful,
does it mean anything?"
Kathryn asked, somehow knowing
it had to.this was Chakotay's daughter
after all.
"Well, in many of the myths
and legends that I loved as a
child, there was an Elven
goddess called Airiest. She was said to not
only to be beautiful, but
as alive as her domain, for she was goddess
of the wind, and said to
blow good fortune and blessings to those who
believed in her. Airiest
means Wind Spirit. JaO'me is a loose
translation of," he blushed
for a moment, "Thomas in my language," he
said, a tiny grin on his
face.
Tom was so touched he couldn't
speak; he only hugged his love
with all his might, and silently
let a few more tears of joy roll
down his face. "Boy, what
you saddled that poor kid with," he
teased. "Wind Sprit Thomas
Paris.sheesh," he teased.
"I only gave her the same
blessings I received," Chakotay
replied softly, reaching
up, feeling the tears, wiped them aside, and
then brought Tom's face to
his own, softly kissing him. "And there is
no doubt you are one of my
blessings, Tom."
Kathryn felt like an intruder
as well as stunned, she saw the
love, but didn't think.well
obviously once again she had a lot she
could learn from her First
Officer.that reminded her, "Ah, by the
way. Since you've proven
that you `can' do the job, regardless of
your sight, your request
to move to a different department is
officially denied. Now, if
you excuse me, I think I'll take my
liberties as Captain, and
take my god daughter so she can meet her
new family who is cluttering
up the halls," she smiled, then left,
taking the nosey Doc with
her.
"Transfer.Godmother.?"
Chakotay chuckled, "The transfer
was a suggestion long ago,
and no longer important.
As for Kathryn being Airiest."
"AJ," Tom interjected. "She's
too feisty right now for
Airiest."
Tay smiled, "Okay, AJ. As
for Kathryn being AJ's godmother.
why not? After everything,
I know she'd bend over backwards to
protect her, and though I
couldn't see it, I could feel it, she's in
love with AJ already."
"Who couldn't be.she looks
like you." he saw the sadness in
his love's eyes. "You'll
see her soon, I just know it."
Chakotay gave a little sigh,
"Even if I don't, it won't make
me any less happy, and I
am happy Tom, very happy. I love you Tom
Paris."
"And I love you, Chakotay
Paris," he replied kissing his
husband soundly.
"Tom.?" Chakotay asked his voice breathy after the deep kiss.
"Yes?"
"When we get settled, do you think.I mean would you.?"
"Would I what?" Tom asked,
not sure what his husband wanted,
but if he could he would
do it.
"Would you make love to me?"
Tom felt his heart skip, then
pound into his throat, "Are
you." A deep soul searing
kiss answered Tom's question of doubt;
Chakotay wanted to make love.with
him. He was wrong he could be
happier. Though he didn't
know what the future held for him and his
love or his daughter, today
he decided was the best day in his life,
and if his love was up to
it, tonight, would be the best night too.
The End