"Unwanted Challenges"
It was slow, but consciousness
was becoming easier to obtain,
though the fuzziness in his
head was still present, he fought to come
around, knowing that he had
too. Slowly he shifted to his side, and
suppressed a groan, for his
body ached, but he was not hurt. He
reached down and touched
the child within him, the baby felt fine, so
he took a soft cleansing
breath, and opened his eyes.
Chakotay could quickly tell
he was in the aft of a shuttle,
but what startled him most
was that he was on the spare bunk and Tom.
looking very pale was laid
sprawled on the floor. A soft growl came
from him as a wave of anger
crossed over him along with a wave of
something else.he felt dizzy
again. He closed his eyes and took slow
deep breaths, wondering if
he was hurt after all, but soon as he
calmed himself he was able
to center and focus. He sat up and swung
his legs over slowly, and
when he felt steady enough he got up, and
gave only a tiny flinch when
the EMH popped into existence. "What
the.?"
"Commander, are you in need
of medical attention?" he asked,
totally oblivious to Tom
on the floor or the fact that they were on a
shuttle instead of in sickbay.
"Help me get Tom to the bed,"
he said, moving to the young
man's side.
"I.I can not," The EMH stated,
thought a bit confused at his
own words.
Chakotay snapped a glare at the Doc, "Why the hell not?"
"I.it would seem my programming
has been tampered with," he
replied as easily as he could.
"If I attempt." he made a move
forward, and glitches, blinking
and than reappeared where he first
appeared. "I can not help
Tom Paris," he stated flatly.
Chakotay gave a growl, and
again the wave of light dizziness
overcame him, he took a slow
breath and it passed. He then moved and
though he was strong, being
four months pregnant was not in his favor
in lifting an unconscious
six foot male. He carefully shifted Tom to
the bunk, one end at a time.
"Commander, in your condition, you should not be."
"Then help me," Chakotay snapped,
taking a breath, to keep
himself calm, and the dizziness
at bay.
Chakotay raised a brow, in
Tuvok fashion when he saw that the
EMH was able to move and
help `him' lift Tom Paris up to the
bunk. //He can't help Tom.but
he can help me,// his mind
processed. "At least they
haven't become the total monster I feared,"
he muttered to himself.
As soon as Tom was situated on the bunk,
Chakotay sat down and took
slow deep breaths. "What's wrong with me?"
he asked, seeing he had the
Doc right there.
"I'm afraid it's the side
effect of the
Adrinindeclerationbaritall,
that I was programmed to give you," the
EMH stated, recognizing that
he did not do this of his `own'
accord. "Its purpose is to
keep known violent individuals from
becoming violent by making
them first dizzy then secondary sleepy to
the point of passing out.
So long as I do not have to continue
administering the drug for
too long of a time period, there is no
harm to the child."
The last part made Chakotay
feel better, "So, as long as I
remain calm.?"
"The drug has no effect."
Chakotay nodded, //Seems a
level head is needed here in more
than one way, // he thought,
a tiny smirk to himself.
"You are sure you can't help
Tom?" he asked, his concern back
to the young man next to
him out cold.
The Doc attempted to step
forward again, and he glitches once
more, reappearing where he
started from. "I am sure."
Chakotay sat quietly for a
moment, calming himself, and
allowing himself to think,
for he knew there was a way around this.
Suddenly he gave a small
smile, and he raised and picked up the
medical tricorder and scanned
Tom. "Hypothetically, if `I' was in the
following condition and my
vitals are as follows." he began reading
off what the scanner said,
"then what would you do for me?" he asked,
hoping the question was posed
in the proper manner, so that it would
loop hole around the programming
that kept the EMH from helping Tom.
"With the child."
"For the sake of the hypothetical
question, say I was not
with child," he added.
"Ah, then I would administer,
25 cc's of Thericlorethal, and
15cc's of Hydrabenzine mixed
with 5 cc's of Betaredinal," The EMH
stated, a gleam in his eyes,
letting Chakotay know that on some level
he understood what the Commander
was doing, and appreciated.
Chakotay was no medic, but
he could work the replicator, and
he programmed the one back
here for the medications. He did notice
that certain items, like
a weapon or any non-essential item, such as
medical or food, was locked
out. He gathered up the hypos and
administered them to Tom,
and was relieved to see how quickly color
was coming back into Tom's
face. The burns were now down to a
minimum, for the Doc had
been busy before.
He let his hand trace over
the now light scars on Tom's face, concern
filling his eyes. "Your going
to be okay, Tom, I promise."
Then when he felt the wave
of dizziness, he knew his anger
was coming over him again,
and so he took a deep breath, and focused
his mind to remain calm,
it was time to face their abductor. He stood
up and tried the door, and
was a bit surprised that it opened, and
stepped through, hoping to
put an end to this madness.
He was half way into the front
of the shuttle when he was
firmly, thought not harshly
pushed to the shuttle wall, strong hands
running up and down his chest
and thighs, "Take your hands off me,"
he growled, even if he felt
dizzy.
"You are my T'hy'la, my mate,
I can touch what is mine," his
kidnapper stated, continuing
to caress his body.
**************
Janeway stood in the middle
of her bridge, still barking out
orders trying to get her
ship back into functioning normal. She
turned and looked at Kelly,
the crewmen that brought her the latest
report. "Are you sure, they
are all gone?"
"Yes, Captain. Once we got
the internal sensors back on I ran
the scan myself, they are
not on board Voyager."
"Well, at least they took
the EMH, for I don't think Tom
could survive without the
care.but why? Why in the hell would they do
this?" Her frustration clear
in her face was well as in her
tone. "Very well, get the
rest of the systems up and we'll deal with
this as soon as we can, thank
you for informing me of this," she
stated as professionally
as she could. She then watched Kelly leave
and looked around the bride,
"Daman, don't I have `any' senior staff
left?" she asked more to
herself than her crew.
Just then the turbolift opened
to reveal two of her officers,
and she gave a sigh of relieve,
though she would be having a chat
about what took them so long
to get here during a crisis. "It's about
time you got here, gentlemen,"
she stated, letting her displeasure
show.
"My apologies Captain," Tuvok replied taking up his station.
"Ah, me too, Captain," Harry
interjected, dashing to his
station.
Janeway arched a brow, if
she didn't know better.? //Hmm,
perhaps I don't,// she smirked
to herself, when her keen eyes spotted
the light bruise on Harry's
neck, the type lovingly known as a hicky.
Then her moment of self musing
passed, "Gentlemen, we have a
problem."
************
"Damn it, what the hell is
wrong with you?" Chakotay asked,
pushing the strong hands
away from him. "You sound like a crazed
Vulcan! Damn it, B'Elanna
get a grip!"
"That's what I'm trying to
do," she purred, reaching out to
caress Chakotay once more,
only to be pushed back, but not with the
full force Chakotay was capable
of. "I see you've figured out that it
would be unwise for you to
lose your temper; for it could prove fatal
for our child, T'hy'la,"
she stated, taking a step back.
Chakotay took a small breath,
trying to remain calm, "There
is no, `our' child, this
is `my' daughter. B'Elanna, what is wrong
with you, you are flipping
between a crazed Vulcan and a crazed
Klingon?"
Her dark eyes narrowed, a
fire sparking in them, "I am
Klingon, and I have chosen,"
she growled and lunged on Chakotay, her
lips and teeth plunging down
hard on Chakotay.
Chakotay didn't want to hurt
her, nor harm his child, but he
couldn't let her do this
to him, so with great effort, he kneed her
in the crotch and her howl
of pain was the break he needed to move
back to the aft compartment,
for she blocked the way to the front. He
was feeling dizzy and was
jumpy and thus startled when the EMH gave
him a hand. He then relaxed
and let him help him sit on the edge of
the bunk, where Tom still
laid unconscious. He looked up to see
B'Elanna storm in.
"You are mine!" she growled.
"I will not be denied!" and
started forward.
"I'm married!" he snapped
back, shifting to the far edge of
the bunk. "You.you were at
my wedding? Tom is your best friend, how.
how could you.?"
The words managed to penetrate
her aggression, "Married? Yes,
yes, that may be, but it
was a false union, we both."
"Doc, was the marriage consummated?"
he asked, hoping that
Tom had been right, and the
Doc did check that night.
"Yes," the EMH stated as he
turned to B'Elanna. I did do a
through scan of the couple
after their `honeymoon' and did find
suitable evidence that the
marriage was indeed consummated, thus the
marriage is not false, but
binding."
Chakotay could see this put
a damper on whatever madness was
rampaging in his friend's
head. "So, you see, I can `not' be yours,
so you might as well."
"Wrong," she growled. "As
soon as that Patock is dead, you
will be free for me to claim,"
she grinned. "I only needed him for a
hostage incase Voyager tried
to stop us, but it would seem my
diversion was more than sufficient
to keep them busy. As soon as I
determine it is safe, I'll
space that.pig, and it will no longer be
an issue between us."
"You would kill your best friend?"
"Best friends do not steal
one's chosen mate," she hissed
back, and then straightened
up, becoming calm, too calm. "I will have
to lock you back here, it
is for your own safety, Chakotay. The Doc
is programmed to care for
you till I am able to. I will return
shortly," she stated and
then exited, and locked the doors.
"Okay, what the hell is wrong
with her? Tell me at least you
scanned her or something?"
he demanded, once more feeling the wave of
dizziness that kept him in
check coming over him.
"I don't need to scan her,
I already know what the problem
is, however, there is little
I can do here on the shuttle," the Doc
stated with concern.
"Well, than perhaps you could tell me?"
The EMH moved and scanned
Chakotay, and them moved to get a
vitamin shot, "Remember when
B'Elanna and Vorik had that brush with
the Blood fever?"
"Yes, but that was a while back."
"Yes, but it is not uncommon
for unresolved attacks of Blood
fever to resurface, and it
would seem that is the case. Lieutenant
Torres is suffering not only
from the Blood fever, she is also
suffering a mental conflict
between the Vulcan standards that
accompanies prolonged exposure
to the mental illness, and her flared
Klingon nature; thus her
schizophrenia."
"How long."
"I managed to scan her when
she stormed in sickbay before she
took me off line. The information
has remained with me, though as I
said, there is nothing I
can do for her here. It would seem the fight
between Vorik and she was
not enough to fully cure the fever, only
place it in dormancy."
"Great," Chakotay replied,
rubbing his eyes and feeling
tired. Chakotay wanted
to lie down, but Tom had the only bunk, and
this brought his concerns
back to the young man. "I know you
can't `help' him, but how
is he?"
The Doc didn't move, though
he did wave a scanner over
Tom, "He is stable, though
still in need of medical attention, most
of which if I was able I
could do. But every time I." he glitches and
the scanner drop into Chakotay's
lap as the Doc reappears back in the
original location he showed
up in. "See?"
"Yes, I do. Okay, again, hypothetically,
if I was in this
condition, what would you
do now?"
"I would be using the regenerator
to heal the skin, for the
skin is an organ, and with
so much of it damaged, the chances of
further infection, dehydration
and other problems still exist. Once
the burns have been healed,
I then would work on grafting any of the
more heavy duty scares, thus
bringing back your original appearance.
The rest would be a regular
treatment of antibiotics and other immune
builders along with heavy
amounts of fluids to keep the body from
dehydrating."
"Okay, Doc," Chakotay nodded,
and then moved to get the
regenerator from the medical
kit, relieved that B'Elanna even in her
madness had foreseen to over
pack. In fact, as he looked around, he
started to see, she had must
have been planning on this, for the
shuttle was too well equipped.
//One thing at a time,// he told
himself. He knew there was
no way he could contact Voyager from here,
even mad, she was proving
not to be stupid. He sat down next to Tom,
his heart aching at the burns
on his face and body, because of
him. //Oh, Tom, I am so.so
very sorry,// he thought as he set the
regenerator to the proper
level and started the long painstaking work
of healing the young man's
skin. He gently brushed blond locks aside
Tom's forehead. "I won't
let her hurt you, Tom. I'm not sure how yet,
but I won't," he quietly
vowed.
"You really should rest,"
The Doc stated, seeing how
exhausted the Commander was.
"Well, unless you're going
to take over for me, I have a job
to do," he stated coolly,
keeping his eyes on the sleeping man next
to him. "I'll rest when I've
got some of this done, and not before
then."
"Very well," the EMH stated,
knowing that he was useless in
this matter and clicked himself
off.
Chakotay sat quietly running
the regenerator over Tom's face,
letting his mind drift on
the situation at hand, and what options he
had, for not only was B'Elanna
normally strong, but crazed could make
her even more dangerous,
plus, with the drug in his system, and the
baby, he couldn't fight her
directly. No, he had to find away to out
think her, it was Tom's only
chance. Tom.the father of his child; the
recollection came back to
him and he stopped his work and sat
back. "Why you?" he asked
to no one in particular in a soft
whisper. "Out of everyone
on Voyager, why.?" he couldn't fathom it,
and being tired, he decided
not to dwell on it, and went back to
work.
***********
It had taken several hours
to get Voyager back to running
normal, and sift through
all the facts of what happened. To that
result, Janeway and Tuvok
were now standing in B'Elanna Torres's
bedroom, staring at the mini
shrine she made to Chakotay.
"Tell me again, what does
this mean?" she inquired of her
tactical officer.
"It means that lieutenant
Torres is still suffering a form of
the Blood Fever, and that
unlike before when she targeted Tom Paris
down on the planet, she has
set her sights on the Commander. From
what I have been able to
determine, the Lieutenant is responsible for
the Mr. Paris' accident,
thus making the Commander a widower, and
available to be reclaimed.
From the tea cup and the override and the
call to security, I would
deduct that she had lured the Commander
here, under what pretense
I can not tell you. Though once here she
drugged the Commander, and
quite amazingly," Tuvok raises a brow, "It
did not have the full affect.
What should have had him out for hours,
was only long enough for
her to depart to sickbay where she was going
to dispatch the Lieutenant.
However, from the Sickbay security
records, we witnessed that
the Commander was able to put a stop to
it; at least temporarily.
She then initiated her `back up' plan that
blinded Voyager and stole
a fully equipped shuttle and took the
Commander and the EMH, as
well as Tom Paris, as a hostage."
Janeway just sighed, "Okay,
now what? We found three faint
warp trail signatures, at
least two of them are false. How do we find
them, and what will she do
to Tom if she no longer feels she needs a
hostage?"
"I fear you know the answer
as well as I. As to locating the
Lieutenant, I would believe
that she would want to find a place where
she and the Commander could
dwell, thus use long range scanners to
seek out M-class planets.
I will go down to astrophysics and see if I
can find any hidden files,
which may give us a clue as to where she
is heading. As prepared as
she appears to have been, I do not think
her destination was left
up to chance either."
"Very well. Just keep me informed
if you find anything," she
nodded, and then exited,
wondering just how challenging her `crazed
obsessed' chief engineer
was going to make this merry chase.
*************
Chakotay shifted on his side,
feeling soft fingers caressing
his hair, then his eyes snapped
open, and seeing bright blue eyes
looking at him, he relaxed.
"Sorry, didn't mean to startle
you," Tom said, his voice
still raspy, but not too
weak, and a smile on his face.
Chakotay eased himself up,
still feeling achy; this bunk was
not the best for those four
months pregnant. "It wasn't you," he
replied, glad to see Tom
was awake. "How are you feeling,
considering," he smiled,
reaching out and once more brushing Tom's
hair from his eyes.
"Well, I don't hurt as bad,
though I last remember being in
sickbay, why are we on the
Orion?"
Chakotay arched a puzzling
brow, "how do you know it is the
Orion and not one of the
other shuttles?"
Tom smiled, "Lumpy mattress,"
he chuckled. Then he pointed up
to the overhead equipment
that is standard, and it was marked Orion
as per regulations.
"Oh," Chakotay replied, not
even noticing the obvious. "Well,
I'm not sure where to begin,
but it seems that your accident was no
accident." He felt for Tom
as the realization showed in his blue
eyes, as pain and hurt clouded
them.
"What do you mean it was no accident?"
Chakotay sighed, "It seems
that." he didn't know how to put
this but directly. "That
someone wanted you dead so they could get to
me," he stated.
"Get to you?" Tom asked, trying
to sit up, but a gentle hand
from Chakotay kept him lying
down. "What do they want with you and
who in the hell would.do
this?"
"Tom, I'm going to tell you,
but I want you to hear me out,
for there is more than what
it first sounds like, okay?"
Tom felt the fire of anger
rage in him, but for Chakotay's
sake he nodded yes, and would
remain quiet and hear all there was to
be said.then he was going
to kick some ass!
"It seems that B'Elanna."
"B'Elanna!"
"Tom, hear me out. Yes, B'Elanna
is behind this, but she's
not in her right mind. It
seems that the Blood Fever has not passed
her, but only went dormant,
and now, it's back two fold. Accept this
time she thinks I'm her mate,
the child hers and you a.obstacle to be
rid of. I'm sorry, Tom, but
she really isn't in her right mind. She's
kidnapped me, taken the EMH
and took you too as a hostage in case
Voyager came after us. Since
it's been hours, I'm taking it she did
something to keep Kathryn
busy, and that's why we're still here.
She's also programmed the
Doc not to help you, but." Chakotay gives a
mischievous grin, "I found
a way around that. I also believe I have
an idea to keep B'Elanna
from." his voice trailed, this was getting
to direct.
"To keep B'Elanna from what,
Tay?" Tom inquired, seeing the
hesitancy in Chakotay's eyes.
"From killing me?" Seeing Chakotay's
head snap up, he knew he
hit the nail on the head.
"Ah, I see you're awake,"
B'Elanna's voice echoed from the
doorway.
Tom and Chakotay looked up
to see her carrying a phaser, on
low setting, and if it hit
Tom or Chakotay in their conditions, it
would knock them out till
next week. "You won't get away with this,"
Tom growled.
"I am not concerned about
a Patock like you!" she
growled. "But since you are
awake, I won't have to carry you to the
air lock," she grinned.
"Coward!" Chakotay hissed,
though keeping his temper in check
for he needed a clear head
for this conflict. He saw the rage burn in
B'Elanna's eyes and knew
this was the right path. "You think I would
want to be the mate of a
coward. I tell you now, that if you harm my
husband in such a cowardly
fashion I will not only vow, widow's
remorse, but I will also
vow FeiKar!"
Tom arched a brow, for though
he knew of the widow's remorse,
the vow that Klingon widows
or widower's vowed to remain bound to
their dead departed spouse,
and not claimable in the eyes of Klingon
society.a life time of celibacy
and fidelity to the honored loved one
lost; he never heard of FeiKar,
though he was touched that Chakotay
would say this, even if he
knew it was a bluff.
"FeiKar?" B'Elanna asked,
thinking along the lines of Tom,
having not heard of such
a thing.
"Since you are not only being
motivated by your Klingon
blood, but the Vulcan blood
fever, I will cover all my bases. As in
Klingon culture, you challenge
for the right to possess a mate, the
Vulcan's do the same thing,
called KunaKallieFei. FeiKar is the vow
that would make me unclaimable,
similar to that in Klingon culture
with the Widow's remorse.
Either way, B'Elanna I will not be so
easily separated from my
husband," Chakotay stated, feeling strong
that this would work.
B'Elanna's eyes narrowed,
"I may not know about this FeiKar,
but I do know about the Widow's
remorse, and your `husband' must die
a warrior's death for you
to claim it," she growled.
"Ah, but if you take his life
in such a cowardly manner, it
automatically makes his death
honorable, now doesn't it?"
She squared her shoulders,
Chakotay made a valid
point. "True, so I will not
dispatch him in such a manner." She
paused in thought, " I will
give you a choice, Chakotay. I will
either send you both to meet
your makers, including our child, for I
will not be denied in this
life time, thus I will send us all to the
next, or you will allow yourself
to be won in traditional battle."
"Don't do it," Tom said, trying
to sit up, but still weak and
couldn't.
"Shut up!" B'Elanna shouted
and stepped forward to smack Tom,
but Chakotay stepped between
them.
"On one condition," Chakotay
stated his eyes narrowed and
serious.
"I am listening?"
"Tom is my mate, and thus
by tradition he must fight you, but
he is in no shape to do so.
The `only' way I will accept the out come
of a traditional challenge
is if both parties are in proper physical
health, otherwise, I will
deny you and take the vow," he growled,
more for show than anger,
for he needed to remain calm or the drug
would play havoc with his
system.
She looked deep into Chakotay's
dark eyes, then turned on her
heels and brought up the
EMH, and did some quick programming. "How
long to get that targ up
and on his feet, ready for battle?" she
demanded.
The Doc looked puzzled, "Battle,
what kind of battle?" he
inquired, wondering what
he missed.
"He and I must fight to the
death in a traditional Klingon
match to clear our claim
on our mutual choice of mates. He must be
made ready as soon as possible.
How long, and do not attempt to lie,
I have prevented that," she
growled.
The Doc walked over to Tom,
who was looking better, and
scanned him and looked over
the result, "Three to four weeks, at the
soonest," he stated clearly.
Chakotay silently thanks the
spirits that it would take a
while, for he was unsure
if Tom could fight B'Elanna at all, much
less to the death; but this
bought them time, and that was his goal.
"Unacceptable," she growled.
"It may be to you, but it
is the truth. Any less time, and I
will consider the match ill
fated and take the vow.your choice?"
Chakotay stated, sitting
down next to Tom, taking his hand in his
own.
B'Elanna looked like she was
going to blow a gasket, then
once more the eerie calmness
took over, "Very well. We are heading to
a suitable planet, where
we can live comfortably. There Tom will be
allowed to heal, and when
he is ready, we will fight, and you `will'
become the mate of the winner.so
`you' vow?"
Chakotay nodded, "I so vow."
//Damn been saying that a lot
recently, should be careful,
the spirits take Vow's very seriously,//
his mind chided.
"Good. We will reach our destination
tomorrow," she growled,
then turned on her feet to
exit, then stopped at the door and looked
at the EMH. Make sure he
eats and gets the proper rest," she adds and
then exits, locking the door.
"Bitch!" Tom growled, his eyes closed as he laid on the bunk.
"Relax, Tom. I'm sure Kathryn
will find us before you'll have
to concern yourself about
any fight," Chakotay replied, trying to
keep Tom calm, and rubbed
a concerned hand on Tom's shoulder.
"I'm not concerned with me,
Tay, it's just.as much as I want
to be furious with her, I
can see what you mean, she's fucking nuts,
and she almost killed me?"
His blue eyes shimmered with pain of the
emotional type, for it still
hurt to think one's best friend was
trying to take you out. He
took a deep breath to calm himself, for
the concern in Chakotay's
dark eyes filled him with warmth. "Your
right, we'll be back on Voyager
in no time," he smiled.
"Yes, we will. In the mean
time, I want you to rest, and do
what the doctor orders,"
he said and leaned down to make it look like
he was going to place a kiss
on his forehead but whispered, "The Doc
has been programmed to spy
on us, so be careful what you say," then
did place a chaste kiss on
Tom's forehead.
Tom nodded his understanding,
though his eyes sparkled at the
tender touch of Chakotay's
lips. He gently reached out and took
Chakotay's hand in his again,
"and that goes for you too. No heroic
stuff."
Chakotay chuckled, "I can't
even if I wanted too. She's got
some drug in my system, that
will knock me on my butt if I lose my
temper; and no, it won't
harm the baby, I asked the Doc already," he
added seeing Tom's concern.
"So, we just sit back and take care of
ourselves and let Kathryn
do her job."
"Well, don't take this wrong,
Tay, but without you there, I'm
not quite as confident in
how well she'll do her job. I mean I know
she'll try.but lets face
it, she's not you."
Chakotay smiled at Tom's obviously
faith and
loyalty. "Thanks' Tom, but
don't worry. She went through too much
hell to get me back, I don't
think she'd let B'Elanna out wit her
here." He saw Tom yawn,
"You need to eat something before sleep as
do I, how about some soup?"
"Sound good."
"Two bowls of tomato soup
plain and hot," Chakotay said
looking at the EMH.
"I'm the Emergency Medical
Hologram, not a waiter," he
gruffed back.
"Well, now your both," Chakotay
smirked, and his grin widened
when he saw Tom chuckle as
the Doc moved off to get the food.
Tom gave Chakotay's had a
squeeze, "Ah, I love you, Tay," he
whispered, then froze, for
he had not meant to say that out loud. He
looked up to see Chakotay's
reaction, and breathed a sigh of relief,
for the Commander seemed
focused on what the EMH was doing.
Chakotay looked at Tom, "did you say something?"
"I.I said I'm with you. He
does look like a waiter," he
stated, hoping to cover up
his words.
Chakotay gave a small smile,
"How about some tea too," he
asked, then seeing Tom nod,
he got up and moved to get the
tea. //Damn, why did he have
to go and say that,// his mind shouted,
for he did hear Tom's confession.
He gathered up the tea as the Doc
got the soup and they ate
in silence. When Tom was done, it was only
a minute before he was out
like a light.
Chakotay gave the Doc the
dishes, and a glare daring him to
bitch about it, and then,
since there was no place but the bunk, laid
down next to Tom to get some
rest. //I've got to meditate about all
this,// he thought as he
too drifted off into sleep, hoping beyond
hope that Kathryn would not
let him down and show up soon.
TBC in Unwanted Developments