Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!elnk-atl-nf1!newsfeed.earthlink.net!newsswing.news.prodigy.com!prodigy.net!prodigy.com!border1.nntp.dca.giganews.com!nntp.giganews.com!newsread.com!newsstand.newsread.com!POSTED.monger.newsread.com!not-for-mail Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated Approved: ascem@earthlink.net Organization: Better Living Thru TrekSmut Sender: ascem@earthlink.net Message-ID: From: "temara.rm" MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEML@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEML-owner@yahoogroups.com Subject: NEW: The Healer Triad VOY C/f, C/P/f NC-17 3/14 Content-Type: text/plain; charset=ISO-8859-1 Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit Lines: 569 Date: Tue, 21 Dec 2004 01:55:11 GMT NNTP-Posting-Host: 209.198.142.218 X-Complaints-To: Abuse Role , We Care X-Trace: monger.newsread.com 1103594111 209.198.142.218 (Mon, 20 Dec 2004 20:55:11 EST) NNTP-Posting-Date: Mon, 20 Dec 2004 20:55:11 EST Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative.erotica.moderated:86088 X-Received-Date: Mon, 20 Dec 2004 17:55:39 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) ************ Part Three ************ See Part One for disclaimer Even now months later after Chakotay's disappearance, Thomas Paris found himself looking for the big guy sitting in chair on bridge, having a beer at Sandrine's or having a meal with the Captain in the Mess Hall. He missed the feeling of Chakotay being behind him with his steady presence while he flew at the helm. Tom spent many a sleepless night wondering what had happened to the Commander. Was he all right and was he even still alive? Somehow, it had to be his fault if he analyzed it right. Something he missed during the investigation? He realized that the steady calm, cool and centered First Officer had kept him grounded and had kept a little bit of peace in his life on Voyager. Not any longer. "Face it, Tommy Boy. He's gone, so get over it. Besides you have B'Elanna, Harry and even Tuvok is almost nice to you these days." A set of dark eyes would always haunt his dreams. Tears fell from the bright blue eyes as he let the grief out and kept his thoughts about the Maquis in his heart to himself. Life with B'Elanna was starting to be real good while his friendship with Harry grew deeper. ************ `Pain. Nothing but the pain. Oh the lovely darkness. No pain there. Help me, Kathryn! A scream of pain. Who is screaming?' "Mommy, help me! It hurts." "Okay, baby. Let me make the pain go away." Soft hands brushed his hair back and wiped his eyes. "So scared." Fresh tears falling. His eyes hurt couldn't see. "Hush, baby. I'm right here. Nobody's going to hurt you." Arms went around him and hugged him. A feeling of comfort and safety swept over him. His sobs quieted down to sniffles. Soft words whispered in his ear. There was a light tap to his forehead and he fell into a deep dreamless sleep. Help came from the village as Chakotay was transported to the clinic for care. Once he was cleaned up, Tamara healed the body leaving no sign of the physical trauma. She left him in the care of the medical staff under heavy sedation while she left the village for a quick trip to the Royal Palace. ************ "Hello, Deevick." Prince Deevick startled from his sleep looked up to find someone sitting on his legs and a large serrated blade at his throat. A hand ripped his shirt from collar to belly. He flinched and the edge of the blade nicked his neck and he felt a warm gush of blood running down his skin. "Careful, Deevick, my hand may slip ever further and Rashela will be minus a crown prince." A cold voice told him. "Tamara!" he exclaimed. For the first time in his life, the Crown Prince was deathly afraid. "That's right, Prince of scum. Let's call it a little revenge for hurting an innocent man. You had no right to damage my property." She said. He shifted. "Freeze, Deevick. I could kill you right now and I wouldn't think twice about it or lose any sleep over it." "Why would you care about a slave?" Deevick was scornful. "Because he's mine and I'm responsible for his welfare and safety. Plus he makes me happy, you bastard." She spat in his face. "Time for restitution on my damaged property." She tapped him on the forehead, "Sleep, asshole." There was revenge in his eyes as they closed in sleep. When he was awakened a short time later, he was bound and gagged to the frame of his bed and minus his clothes. Tamara was standing over him with the serrated knife in her hand and a sneer on her face. "Shall I make you a eunuch, Deevick?" Tamara laughed. He frantically shook his head no, his eyes wide with fear, pulling against his restraints. Running her hands up his legs, she smiled as he responded with a hard on in spite of the danger to himself. Tamara raised the knife and plunged it into his groin. Deevick screamed into his gag at the red-hot pain and promptly passed out. She yanked the knife tearing flesh with the serrated edge, ignoring the blood and pressed her hands over the wound calling on her healing power to close the wound, but leaving him a nice reminder. When the prince came too, he was alive and whole on clean sheets and in fresh nightclothes. Calling up a light, he dropped his pants and examined his groin area. There was no sign of injury, but there was a new three-inch scar not five inches from his genitals. When he moved, there was a slight twinge of pain. A footstep made him turn in terror. Tamara was standing in front of him with her face full of rage and insanity. "If you ever harm him again or even think about it, I'll kill you." And with that she was gone. ************ Sarina was waiting for her when she got back to the village. Tamara handed her aide a bag and asked her to destroy what was inside and Sarina did that without asking why. Tamara hurried to Chakotay's side. He was still under heavy sedation and she sat by his side holding his hand and thinking. "How are we going to help him, Sarina?" Tamara asked. "I have no experience in matters. This is a proud man like an oak tree and this kind of attack could destroy him." "What does make you with your similar experiences, Healer?" Sarina remarked and heard her snort. "I am a survivor like the willow tree who bends with wind and will last out the storm. This one is proud, stiff necked and will prefer to forget about it. He is like the oak tree proud and strong and more likely to break in a fierce storm than the willow who bows to the storm." She fiddled with her hair in worry. "But what is the best way to help him considering the circumstances?" "The Royal Telepaths would replace the memory. You could do the same, Healer. Just let him remember the lashing, the beating and replace the assault part into part of the beating." Sarina offered with hope in her voice. Tamara thought it over. "I'll do it after I've had a nap. I'll need my full strength for something like that." Do you want him awake for this, Healer?" Doctor Bek asked as they entered the private room where Chakotay had been kept since the attack. "We need to get him off of the sedation as soon as possible." "No, let him sleep. When he awakens, I want to be able to assess the memory. If it is still strong, I may have to go in again." Tamara sat on the edge of the bed. "Help me sit him up so I can get his head and shoulders in my lap." "Yes, Healer," Doctor Bek held Chakotay upright while Tamara climbed on the bed, arranged the pillows behind her back on the headboard and than settled his head and shoulders on her lap. "Is there anything I can do?" "I don't know how long this will take, so if you could check on us every so often," Tamara smiled as she ran her fingers through his silky hair. "Yes, Healer." Doctor Bek left the room. This was going to be a tough call as she eased into his mind. Time to start at the beginning of the memory right after she had left for the palace. She stepped back into the background of his memory and let the events unfold as Chakotay had seen them happen. He went into the house so he could get a few things to take with him to the clinic. Deevick was waiting for him in the kitchen. She listened to the conversation and felt his panic while his arms were fastened to the kitchen beams and his ankles to the rungs in the floor. His clothes were cut off leaving him naked and humiliated. The guards paddled his behind for a long time till it was raw and bleeding. Deevick had blindfolded and gagged the helpless bronze man and Tamara could only feel what was in the memory as it happened. A stinging lash to Chakotay's back had him cry out against the gag. She could feel his hot tears of shame building along with the guilt he felt for not protecting her behind the blindfold. The lashing went on for a long time. He was barely aware when hands parted his raw cheeks and he felt the start of a cock penetrating his burning ass. The thrusting created a new pain and he felt a part of his soul begin to die from the shame and humiliation. Screaming against the gag, he felt his attacker come in his bowels and screamed anew when he felt the next attacker ripping his tender skin. Bringing her will into his, she froze the memory and began to reshape it as blur of more lashings on his back. Carefully, she sorted his feelings and emotions for the memory engrams and brutally ripped it from him replacing it with a blur of the lashing and beatings. This he could recover from. Tamara lovingly refocused his brain into accepting the assault as a punishment inflicted on him by the Crown Prince. All traces of the rape as far as she could tell were gone. There was a tension flowing out of him and he was relaxing into a more natural sleep. She crooned nameless tunes in his mind as she drifted around double checking her work and going over the memory again. He was waking up and she drifted along with him as he opened his beautiful eyes and looked up at her. "Hi, Handsome. How do you feel?" Tears were running down her face from her pent up emotions. "I feel pretty good being here with you." He smiled showing his dimples. "Why the tears?" He could feel the gentle love flowing from her and cooling wash of her healing power. "It's been a rough couple of days. We had to keep you under heavy sedation while the healings were going on and the strain is catching up to me plus relief that you are going to be all right." She admitted as she caressed his face and gently slipped out of his mind. "How is he, Healer?" Sarina asked from the doorway. "He'll be fine, Sarina. How many appointments for today?" Tamara asked. "Only five, Healer. Oddly, there was a bit of news on Prince Deevick. There's a rumor that he was attacked in his room at the Palace," Sarina grinned. "Odd how rumors get started, isn't it?" "Yes, very odd indeed," Tamara smiled. "Chakotay, sit up. I need to get to work." "You need to rest, Healer." He protested. "I'll get enough rest when I'm dead, Handsome," she slapped his shoulder. "Now get up." "Do you promise to rest right after the appointments, Healer?" Chakotay nagged. She glared at him, but he looked at her so earnestly, she gave in. "Yes, I'll rest afterwards. I'm going to turn you over my knee one of these days for your insolence." Chakotay sat up gingerly; the new skin on his back pulled in protest and flashes of the pain made him cringe. Tamara placed a hand on his upper back and he flinched. He whimpered, "Please. No more." "Chakotay. It's over. You're safe." Tamara whispered in his ear. "I won't let them hurt you, baby." "I'm sorry, Tam." Chakotay faced her as she was getting up off the bed with tears falling from his beautiful dark eyes. "You have nothing to be sorry for." She leaned over and kissed him fully on those lovely full lips. "None of this was your fault whatsoever. You didn't ask to be placed in this situation." He responded by kissing her back and with a groan, she pulled away very reluctantly. "I could spend all day doing that, Chakotay." Her voice was husky with desire and felt her face turning red with heat of excitement. "Why don't you?" He answered back with his voice also full of desire. "Because legally I own you and I have the legal right, but I won't because to me it's tantamount to assault. However, I leave the choice of free will of the matter in your hands. As much as I want to take advantage of you, I won't," Tamara said as she stood up by sheer force of will. His respect and admiration for her rose to a new level as he lay back down exhausted and fell into a natural sleep. Chakotay awoke to a kiss on his forehead from Tamara as she sat on the edge of the back. "How do you feel?" "Better now that you're here. Why?" He asked fearfully. "Healer, you contact is calling regarding the Voyager calculations," Sarina said as she came into the room with fresh clothing for Chakotay. "I'll be right back, baby." Tamara said to him. "No, I want to come. I have to know." Chakotay threw the covers back and attempted to stand. Tamara got his elbow to steady him as they went down the hallway to her office. The contact was the Royal Bookkeeper, a good friend and confidant of the Healer. He was waiting patiently when they arrived. "Hello. What news of the calculations do you have?" Tamara greeted her friend. He looked at Chakotay's tired and haggard face. "Is he the one, Healer, the Boy Toy you are going to all the trouble for?" "His name is Chakotay." Tamara exploded in a fit of temper. Even Chakotay and Sarina flinched at the venom in her voice. "My apologies, Healer." The bookkeeper apologized. "The calculations, please." She asked in a calm voice. "From the information we were able to obtain. Chakotay was brought in on the slave ship `Morning Mist' and the planet Samelon he was taken from in relation to Rashela plus the Mist uses the trans warp conduit with Voyager traveling roughly at warp 6 constantly puts her roughly 3,113 light years away give or take a few light years. The main thing is what course is Voyager using to keep heading for the Alpha Quadrant." He paused pulling the charts up everyone could see what he meant. The green line showed the route of the Mist and the blue showed possible routes for Voyager to travel. "I'm ahead of Voyager, but way out in right field." Chakotay sounded depressed. "That was the projections for the day you arrived, Chakotay. Pending problems Voyager should only be roughly 2700 light years away." He offered. "Can we send a message to that area and see if Voyager picks it up?" Tamara asked squeezing Chakotay's shoulder in comfort and hope for rescue. "Let me talk to some people and I'll get back to you in a few days." The bookkeeper said his mind working on whom he could talk to about this. "It may cost some money for a transaction like this." "Fine. Whatever the cost, my friend. Keep us informed. Healer Tamara out." She cut the link and turned her attention to Chakotay. "Hey, baby. Ready to go home?" "Yeah, sure, Tam," he agreed barely hearing her question. "Two thousand seven light years, it might as well be thirty thousand as he sank into a pit of despair. Tamara and Chakotay went back to the house. "Sarina, something is wrong with Chakotay." Tamara was full of worry. "He hasn't been out of bed all week." "How is his health?" Sarina appeared nonchalant about her concern for the Healer's slave. "Healthy, just tired and drained like his energy is gone. I knew he needed a couple of days to recuperate, but this is starting to drag on," Tamara was frowning in puzzlement. They were sitting in the Healer's office at the clinic where they had just finished a two-day session filled with births and injuries. Exhausted, they had cups of heartleaf tea in front of them trying to get the strength to go home. Sarina had filled in for Chakotay as Tamara's helper during the session. "Not going home yet, ladies?" Doctor Bek stuck his head in the door. "Healer, you look ready to fall over. What's wrong?" "Chakotay," Tamara answered. "Can you come up and take a look at him?" "Sure. I don't have any appointments at the moment." He smiled. "Depression and guilt. He needs psychiatric help, Tamara. But he won't get it here on Rashela," Bek said when he allowed into Chakotay's room. "Why not?" She sounded forlorn. "Slaves in his condition for humane reasons are put down. It's painless and it will solve your worry. I can do it for you, if you want me to." "No. I'll figure it out myself." No air! No air! Icy cold water! Can't breathe! His head was underwater and his lungs were starving for air. His neck and shoulder muscles jerked in reflex. Can't move. Something was holding him under the cold water and his body was starting to get numb from the cold. "I WANT TO LIVE!" Survival instincts kicked in and Chakotay came up from the tub of ice water with a roar of outrage inhaling a huge lungful of air. He teetered on the brink of insanity. A soft voice spoke trying to catch his attention. "Chakotay." He swayed back and forth while water ran down his face and body. "He's not listening," Bek said as he pulled a syringe from his bag. "I'm going in. If it's gentle enough, he won't feel it, but it's pretty messy in there." Tamara said. "If you do anything to him, you'll get the same treatment." Bek flinched at the coldness in her voice. "Yes, Healer." Tamara heard a wolf howling in dismay as she entered his mind. Where did that come from, she wondered as she tried to make sense of the chaos? Just go with the flow. The guilt hit her in the gut flooring her. Guilt for not staying by her side as he had promised. Guilt for not being able to protect her as he had promised. Guilt for not always following the ways of his people. Guilt for not dying when his people were killed. The hurt for each time she pushed him away. Depression for all his failures. Worst of all, he would more than likely never see Voyager or Kathryn again. This list could go on for days, Tamara thought as she drifted along the eddies of his mind. If she had had any idea he was in this much pain. No time for could've, would've or should've's. He must have had successes in his life. There was always honor, pride and a quiet dignity about him until the attack on him. Chakotay now felt no hope to get back to Voyager. Off in the distance, amidst the sea of chaos, there was a tiny space of calm and sanity. "Chakotay." "Tam, help me," came his cry. "Make the pain go away." "Sorry, baby. Can't make it go away, but we can share the pain and ease it. Will you share with me, Chakotay?" She held out her hand to him and waited. "Do you want to live, Chakotay? I'm not Kathryn, but I too wish for a mate and children. I wouldn't push you away, baby." Tamara said knowing he wouldn't even remember this conversation. "Let me help you, Chakotay. You have to decide now. Your mind is ready to snap and if you go over the edge, I can't help you and the doctor will put you down." He hesitated. "I have to go now, Chakotay." She said her hand still outstretched. Still he hesitated. Tamara turned to go as the roar of his chaos grew louder and the edges of the calm began to dissolve. Tears began to form on her mental face when she felt a warm golden presence tap her on the shoulder. "Please, Tam. Wait for me." His sweet melodic voice filled her. "I do want to live." She caught sight of a wolf grinning at her for a split second as she started pulled out of the mind link. Back in the bedroom, her lips found his and together they entwined arms, legs and bodies meshing as one. Doctor Bek discreetly left the room. "Chakotay?" Tears were in green eyes shining with love. His eyes opened. They were dark, calm and clear. "Tam?" He questioned as he felt her in his mind sharing, healing, soothing raw emotion and dulling the pain. "Yeah, baby," she smiled with relief. "Can we do that again?" "Sure, baby. Come here and put those lips to work." ************ End of Part Three ************ ~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~ ASCEM messages are copied to a mailing list. Most recent messages can be found at http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEML. NewMessage: