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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW: VOY: The Maquis Way (2/7) NC 17 C/P C/Various
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Title:              The Maquis Way 
Author:        Darksusie (December 2003)
Series:        Voyager
Pairing         C/Various   C/P
Rating:            NC 17 
Disclaimer:       Voyager and her crew are the property of Paramount.  
Summary:        The Captain and Tuvok have been left on New Earth.  
WARNING IN A LATER PART THERE IS A RAPE SCENE.  PLEASE DO NOT READ ON 
IF YOU FIND THIS IN ANYWAY OFFENSIVE

He orders me off the bridge and confines me to quarters.  A couple of 
hours pass.  Gives me time to brood.  Think of all the things 
Chakotay's done against me.  All the times he's given me the stare, 
all the times he's said some undeserved cutting remark.  Fuck his 
cute ass and sexy dimples, I'm off this ship at the next stop.

The doors open, I look up expecting Chakotay.  Well if it isn't the 
Maquis' new double act, Ayala and Tabor enter.  I can't help it I 
have to make a joke.  

"Where's the Chief , I though he did the job himself.  Sent his 
henchmen." 

I'm pissed off that he can't even be bothered to turn up himself.  
Next thing I know they've got me restrained, naked from the waist 
down, face down on the bed. The naked from the waist down worries me, 
worries me a lot.  

"You know Paris, you'd do a lot better if you kept your smart mouth 
shut." Tabor spits at me.  

I don't know what his problem is, it's me that's tied down not him.  
Maybe that is his problem, just maybe being tied down is what he 
likes.  Ayala then puts a blindfold on me and they both leave.  If 
anyone goes anywhere near my ass I'll kill them and that's a 
promise.  

I ponder a while on my future and a little on my past and then I hear 
the doors open again.  Silence.  He doesn't say anything.  This just 
makes me nervous so I start jabbering.  

"Quiet", his voice echoes around the room.  I shut up.  Once he gets 
that certain tone, you don't argue.  

"You have disappointed me, Paris."

I don't know what he hits me with but it feels like a cross between 
being spanked and being caned and it hurts.  Hurts a fucking lot.  
Five times.  He doesn't speak another word.  The doc comes by in the 
morning unties me, heals me enough to be able to sit at the pilot's 
seat then leaves, without a word.

I stagger to the mess hall, I think I'm in shock.  B'Elanna comes 
over, looking sympathetic.  

"You alright, Paris?"

I nod.  "I'm out of here at the first opportunity.  The man's a 
barbarian." I am so mad I could cry, but I hold it back.

"What happened?"  Harry looks at me mortified.  He can tell by my 
face that I'm in a bad way, emotionally anyway.

I turn to tell him what happened, when Torres puts a hand on my 
wrist.  

"You know the rules, Tom.  No talking to anyone who hasn't 
experienced it.  You don't want to deal with the consequences."

"Fuck him, it can't be any worse that last night."  I could feel I 
was losing it, the anger getting the better of me.

"Believe me Paris, it can be much worse, much much worse.  You do not 
want to find out how much.  Leave it for now.  Please."  

She's looking at me with pleading eyes, so I nod and accompany her to 
do my duty.  
I can't believe it, he's all sweetness and light on the Bridge.  You 
can't even tell I've pissed him off.  I'm beginning to think that I'm 
going out of my mind, my emotions are all over the place.  

Over lunch Harry tells me he has found out that there is a grading to 
the Maquis Way, Bronze, Silver and Gold.  But he hasn't found out 
what each entails.  I must have got the jackpot, first time, Gold.  
After lunch I'm at the helm, do a fancy move to avoid some anomaly 
and he squeezes my shoulder and praises me.  Well, he knows what he 
can do with his praise.

The next day I notice Dalby with the pale, haunted look that I've 
been sporting over the last couple of days.  Poor bastard, crashed a 
shuttle.  

Things have settled down again.  I don't notice anybody sporting wide 
grins or grimaces.  Quiet part of space, not many chances to play the 
hero or to fuck up.  It is three weeks since we left Kathryn and 
Tuvok.  Chakotay's made it plain we are on our way home, there is no 
going back. Actually apart from me, a few of the Fleeters, and a 
disgruntled Maquis, everyone else seems quite happy with Chakotay's 
captaincy. I'm still getting off at that planet

At one of our briefings I call him on how he is running the ship.  I 
ask him what he thinks Star Fleet will do when we get back, when they 
hear how he has implemented Maquis discipline on the ship.  He said 
he didn't give a fuck what they thought, he wouldn't be going back.  
He'd make sure of the welfare of all the crew who wanted to return 
and he'd be going back to Dorvan to rebuild whatever was left. It 
occurred to me if he has no intention of going back he won't care 
about the consequences of his actions.

I've just got back from a trade mission with Ayala, with twice as 
many dilithium crystals as expected.  You should have seen Chakotay's 
face, he was so pleased, especially when Ayala said it was all my 
doing.  I mean, I hate the bastard but some how I'm pleased when he 
is pleased.  We're given the rest of the day off and as Ayala  is 
leaving the turbolift he winks and tells me that if I know what is 
best for me I'll be in my quarters from 2000 hours.  

I decide to go to Sandrine's but Harry's so caught up with whether I 
will get my reward that I can't think straight.  I make my way back 
to my cabin, not sure if I want the visit or not.  

I lay on the bed drowsing when I hear the doors open.  I look up.  I 
don't believe it, Ayala and Tabor, again.  

"Look boys, you've got it wrong.  It's not punishment night tonight, 
OK."





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