Received: from [66.218.67.198] by n13.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 01 May 2004 15:15:06 -0000 X-Sender: campbratcher@psci.net X-Apparently-To: ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 27056 invoked from network); 1 May 2004 15:15:05 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.216) by m5.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 1 May 2004 15:15:05 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO mailstore.psci.net) (63.65.184.2) by mta1.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 1 May 2004 15:15:05 -0000 Received: from max (as1-d10-rp-psci.psci.net [63.69.225.10]) by mailstore.psci.net (8.12.2/8.12.2) with SMTP id i41FEjDr023423 for ; Sat, 1 May 2004 10:14:45 -0500 Message-ID: <003401c42f8f$159a9ea0$0ae1453f@max> To: "ASCEM-S" Organization: ConGlomeration X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 6.00.2800.1158 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1165 X-eGroups-Remote-IP: 63.65.184.2 From: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" X-Yahoo-Profile: sileya MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEM-S-owner@yahoogroups.com Delivered-To: mailing list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Precedence: bulk List-Unsubscribe: Date: Sat, 1 May 2004 10:15:05 -0500 Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW: VOY: The Maquis Way (1/7) NC 17 C/P C/Various Reply-To: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit 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 Told from Tom Paris' viewpoint Today has been a really bad day, not the worst I've had but it's up there in the top five. Because of a virus the Captain and Tuvok have been left on New Earth and Chakotay is now Acting Captain. It's been an emotional time, not just for me but also for all the crew. But the Captain has a special place in my heart, after all if it wasn't for Kathryn I'd probably still be doing time. We have been travelling about 30 minutes when Chakotay calls B'Elanna and me into the briefing room. I'm not looking forward to the Commander being in charge. My hopes are pinned on us finding an antidote to the virus. We may be friends but he can still ride my ass from time to time. He looks grim faced as we sit down. "We will continue to look for a cure and I am sure Janeway will also be working towards that. But there will come a time when we have to cut our losses and say it is too late to turn back. I am saying that will be in 5 days time. By then we will have travelled to far towards our goal to be turning back, cure or no cure." I begin to protest but Chakotay puts up his hand to stop me. "I'm taking 24 hours to review the situation. You're in charge Paris, Kim's your second. Torres, you and Ayala will do second shift. Call me only if it's an emergency." I nod at him and wait for him to expand on things, then he says "dismissed," and that is it. I exchange a glance with B'Elanna, who is equally as baffled as me, and we leave for the bridge. Thankfully it's an uneventful shift and afterwards, in the mess hall a few of us discuss what could happen under the Commander's captaincy. Harry's convinced that I'll be Chakotay's First Officer, and if that's the case he could be in for promotion. I can't quite see this happening, though I'm the most qualified. Harry in his naivety and excitement of possible promotion cannot see that Voyager will be a different ship with Chakotay in the captain's chair. He didn't know Chakotay in his Maquis days and I didn't know him well but I do know he ran a tight ship and when crossed he has a very unforgiving nature. Twenty-four hours later, exactly, Chakotay calls the senior staff in for a meeting. I don't know why I'm nervous, what I'm most scared of. I suppose if I'm honest with myself I'm afraid that he'll make me his commanding officer and that I can't live up to his expectations. But I'm equally afraid that he'll just dismiss the idea and not think me worthy. I look around the room. Chakotay is sat in the captain's chair with Ayala sat at one side and Tabor at the other. This is the first thing that comes across as strange, Tabor's not senior staff so I can't imagine why he is here. Chakotay begins to speak, and I watch how tightly controlled he is. "Ayala will be my temporary First Officer." Harry begins to interrupt and I give him the look, but Chakotay continues. "Not now Ensign. Ayala, Tabor and Torres I want you to do bridge duty for the next hour. I want the rest of you to gather all non-essential staff into Cargo Bay 1. All essential staff must be Maquis. I want this meeting to start in 30 minutes, precisely." I set off to round up the people I am responsible for but all I can think about is that he's made Ayala second in command. Now I've nothing against the man but Einstein he isn't, and another thing, how come suddenly Tabor's with the in crowd. I've seen him before sucking up to the Commander, well maybe it's just worked. That's all I need, having to watch the Bajoran fawning all over the Chief. So far I don't like the feel of things. Chakotay seems guarded, insular, so far removed from how he acted as Janeway's second. Since we left the Captain and Tuvok, the Maquis have been mentioned far too many times for my liking. By the time I've rounded up all the staff I have worked myself up into a temper. Yeah the first chance I get I'm going to give him a piece of my mind. Though I am getting worried why he's asked for all essential staff to be Maquis. Maybe he is going to space the fleet crew and I know that will include me. Without a doubt. I stand at the back of the Cargo Bay, better to see what's going on, or run, whichever is the best option. The doors open and the room immediately goes silent. I can't quite see what's causing this reaction so I move a little to the left. Well, fuck. Here's Chakotay, dressed all in his leathers from the Maquis days. He has the same look as when I first saw him. Not just the clothes but also the look of strength and power that I haven't seen since he became Janeway's sidekick. I have a momentary stirring of longing, exactly the same as in that bar. But now isn't the time or the place so I try to concentrate on what he is saying. "The first thing I want to get straight is that I am the Captain of this ship. Not acting captain, not commander but the Captain." He looks around and nobody moves, nobody makes a murmur in protest. "Voyager will be run as a Maquis vessel with Maquis rules. At the moment Greg Ayala is my First Officer but that post is available for the person who proves him or herself best for the post. Fleet or Maquis." He glances my way as he says the last bit. I 'm not sure if he is saying I could be up for the post or don't even think about it. He's unreadable as usual. "I want you all to listen carefully to what I say next, as this could decide your future on Voyager. We will continue to look for a cure for the next five days, if in that time a cure is found we will return for them. Otherwise after that the Maquis rules of discipline will be used on this ship. Equally the rules of rewarding crew, who have been exceptional, will also be by the Maquis way. Crew may decline rewards but discipline will be accepted. There will be no discussion on this subject. My word is final. I, personally will hand out the discipline and rewards. In four weeks time we will be passing a friendly planet. I have been in communication with them and they are very happy to accept settlers. When we arrive, if anyone is unhappy with my captaincy, they may petition me to leave. I will be fair but firm. I will treat Starfleet crew and Maquis crew alike. There will be no favouritism. It is up to individuals if they wear uniform or not. Let me make this plain. I will not tolerate insubordination or tardy work. We are still the same crew with the same goal, to get home as quickly as possible. Thank you." I watch the crew for any reaction. When the Captain, and I suppose I'd better get used to calling him that, mentions Maquis discipline and rewards, the fleet crew visibly pale. As do some of the Maquis, the troublemakers. But the funny thing is, the rest of the Maquis have grins on their faces, or a knowing look. Chakotay leaves and the fleet crew naturally want to know the specifics of Maquis discipline and rewards. Not one of the bastards will say anything. They just smile knowingly and say better to wait and see but make sure you're not on the discipline end. Well it doesn't take brains to work that out. I mean, even Ayala could figure out that one. The first week everything settles down well. I manage to keep my tongue firmly in place. All the former Maquis are back in their leathers, even some of the fleet are wearing them. I think they're just trying to get on the good side of Chakotay. Quite a few still wear the fleet uniform and some just wear casual. I've opted for casual, that way nobody can tell whose side I'm on. That's if it comes down to taking sides, I'm still not sure. I'm even getting on with Ayala. He isn't so bad, he's asked me for advice quite a few times. Of course Tabor's pissing me off, he is stuck to the Captain like a bad rash. I don't know if he's angling to get promotion or to get fucked by Chakotay. I suppose one could lead to the other. My first thought when Chakotay took over was that I would be the first one to leave Voyager at the next planet but it's turning out not so unpleasant. At breakfast Harry's discussing the merits of me becoming First Officer, as if, when Torres joins us. "Good morning gentlemen, what a beautiful morning." Harry nearly falls off his chair. She is never cheerful first thing in the morning and she never, ever calls us gentlemen. Before we get a chance to ask her, Geron comes over, smiling like he's won the jackpot in one of the Casinos on Emrys Prime. "I hear you were in the Captain's good books, yesterday, Torres. Diverted a big malfunction in the Doc's matrix didn't you?" Geron grins at her, knowingly. "Yeah that's right Geron. I hear you've been visited yourself." I glance at Harry to see if he can understand what the hell they are talking about. He seems as puzzled as me. "Bronze or silver, Geron?" "Afraid only bronze. What about you?" "Silver," Torres answers with a smirk. "You lucky bastard, but I'm not complaining. Got to go, don't want to get in his bad books." Geron sets off for his shift, still with that inane grin on his face. "Ok spill, Torres, what's with the Bronze and Silver and what did the Captain do to put that grin on yours and Geron's face." "Can't talk about it Paris. But let me tell you, just don't get on the Captain's bad side." This conversation comes to mind a few days later because I'm going to find out personally what the big chief's been handing out. But somehow I don't think I'll be smiling. Famous last words, don't get on his bad side. So what do I do, decide I know better. Chakotay's distracted so I think I'll just put in this little course change. Wham, bam we end up in a battle. Luckily I get us out of it pretty quickly but I can tell from the looks that Ayala's exchanging with Tabor that things don't look good. [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Yahoo! Groups Links <*> To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEM-S/ <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: ASCEM-S-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com <*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/ From ???@??? Sat May 01 15:25:45 2004 X-Persona: Status: U Return-Path: Received: from n48.grp.scd.yahoo.com ([66.218.67.25]) by penguin (EarthLink SMTP Server) with SMTP id 1bjWe53fE3NZFl43 for ; Sat, 1 May 2004 08:16:25 -0700 (PDT) X-eGroups-Return: sentto-1978024-8035-1083424584-stephenbratliff=earthlink.net@returns.groups.yahoo.com Received: from [66.218.66.157] by n48.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 01 May 2004 15:16:24 -0000 X-Sender: campbratcher@psci.net X-Apparently-To: ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 86767 invoked from network); 1 May 2004 15:16:23 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.172) by m17.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 1 May 2004 15:16:23 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO mailstore.psci.net) (63.65.184.2) by mta4.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 1 May 2004 15:16:23 -0000 Received: from max (as1-d10-rp-psci.psci.net [63.69.225.10]) by mailstore.psci.net (8.12.2/8.12.2) with SMTP id i41FFDDr023972 for ; Sat, 1 May 2004 10:15:14 -0500 Message-ID: <003901c42f8f$26975fe0$0ae1453f@max> To: "ASCEM-S" Organization: ConGlomeration X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 6.00.2800.1158 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1165 X-eGroups-Remote-IP: 63.65.184.2 From: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" X-Yahoo-Profile: sileya MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEM-S-owner@yahoogroups.com Delivered-To: mailing list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Precedence: bulk List-Unsubscribe: Date: Sat, 1 May 2004 10:15:33 -0500 Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW: VOY: The Maquis Way (2/7) NC 17 C/P C/Various Reply-To: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit 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." [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Buy Ink Cartridges or Refill Kits for your HP, Epson, Canon or Lexmark Printer at MyInks.com. Free s/h on orders $50 or more to the US & Canada. http://www.c1tracking.com/l.asp?cid=5511 http://us.click.yahoo.com/mOAaAA/3exGAA/qnsNAA/5x3olB/TM ---------------------------------------------------------------------~-> Yahoo! Groups Links <*> To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEM-S/ <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: ASCEM-S-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com <*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/ From ???@??? Sat May 01 15:25:45 2004 X-Persona: Status: U Return-Path: Received: from n12.grp.scd.yahoo.com ([66.218.66.67]) by eagle (EarthLink SMTP Server) with SMTP id 1bjWev6R83NZFji0 for ; Sat, 1 May 2004 08:16:51 -0700 (PDT) X-eGroups-Return: sentto-1978024-8036-1083424610-stephenbratliff=earthlink.net@returns.groups.yahoo.com eceived: from [66.218.66.96] by n12.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 01 May 2004 15:16:50 -0000 X-Sender: campbratcher@psci.net X-Apparently-To: ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 47802 invoked from network); 1 May 2004 15:16:49 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.172) by m13.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 1 May 2004 15:16:49 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO mailstore.psci.net) (63.65.184.2) by mta4.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 1 May 2004 15:16:48 -0000 Received: from max (as1-d10-rp-psci.psci.net [63.69.225.10]) by mailstore.psci.net (8.12.2/8.12.2) with SMTP id i41FFYDr024527 for ; Sat, 1 May 2004 10:15:35 -0500 Message-ID: <003e01c42f8f$32deaf60$0ae1453f@max> To: "ASCEM-S" Organization: ConGlomeration X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 6.00.2800.1158 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1165 X-eGroups-Remote-IP: 63.65.184.2 From: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" X-Yahoo-Profile: sileya MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEM-S-owner@yahoogroups.com Delivered-To: mailing list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Precedence: bulk List-Unsubscribe: Date: Sat, 1 May 2004 10:15:54 -0500 Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW: VOY: The Maquis Way (3/7) NC 17 C/P C/Various Reply-To: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit 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 While I'm talking to Tabor, Greg has moved behind me. He grabs me, throws me down on the bed and once again I'm restrained. Greg winks, again. A habit of his, which is getting more annoying each time he does it. "Don't take this wrong, Paris, but we need to get you naked, so don't panic." He loosens one arm and gets my shirt sleeve off while Tabor gets one of my legs bare. When they've got me completely naked the blindfold comes out. Naturally I can't keep my mouth shut and Tabor has to have his say. "Next time Paris, it'll not be a blindfold it'll be a gag." I don't have to wait as long this time. I have only worked up a little anger by the time the door opens. Then I feel a hand tenderly brush the hair from my forehead and I sense him sitting next to me. "You did us proud today Tom, you did yourself proud." Chakotay's voice is friendly, tender even. I hate him but I crave his approval and his words bring a lump to my throat. "I want you to relax. I want to thank you for your good work." He slowly begins to massage my chest, rubbing the oil in down my arms, smoothing it over my stomach. There is nothing sexual in it, not on my part anyway, and I can't help myself, I begin to relax. He kneads all the tension out of my muscles and then he strokes lightly, tenderly and if I didn't know him better, lovingly. He doesn't speak and I can't, I am far to relaxed, practically dozing. I don't realise it at first but he begins to rub my nipples, slowly, sensually. He leans over and whispers in my ear. "You've done a great job today, I'd like to thank you more intimately, if that's alright with you?" I just manage a nod of consent. I don't know if he is offering to fuck me or what, so I am really surprised when he starts massaging my legs. I just let my mind unwind, I've taken the bad I may as well sample the good before I leave and I've got to admit that Chakotay has featured once or twice in my wet dreams so this is no hardship. His hands are working up my inner thighs and I am as hard as a rock. I don't know what he has in mind but if he doesn't touch me soon I'll explode. I nearly jump off the bed when he starts to kiss up my leg towards my balls. I'll give him this, he's got a delicate touch. Slowly he bathes my balls with his tongue and then works up my shaft. By the time his tongue is on the tip of my cock, I am on the brink. He sucks once and I come with a scream. He holds me, which I am surprised at, until my breathing returns to normal, then he unties me and leaves. I don't understand why they had blindfolded me but I was glad of it now. I feel like a hormonal teenager, one suck and I come. He will think I've got no staying power. I just hope I get another chance, before I leave, to prove to him I'm not just a quick shot. Next day in the mess, Harry can't get to me fast enough. But Ayala has already repeated, what B'Elanna had told me, that you only speak about the Maquis Way to someone who has experienced it. Chakotay frowned on anyone who spoke out of turn. I wanted more of what I had last night not the punishment from the other day so I keep quiet. He leaves soon after, with the huff on. Torres comes over smiling. "Good time last night?" she smirks. I try to play it cool, but I can't stop a smile playing on my lips. "It wasn't bad." "Can I ask you, was it bronze or silver?" Torres leans forward as though we have a great secret between us. "Define bronze and silver," I ask hoping to get more information. "Let me ask you a question. Did you get laid last night?" Torres looks straight at me for the answer. I think I blush. I'm not used to such close scrutiny. "No" I manage to stammer. "Ah, you got the Bronze then. Did you enjoy it?" I mutter something. "Don't deny it Paris. If you liked the bronze you'll love the silver. That's if you shape up." I get up to leave, this conversation is far too strange. It is getting near the time when we have to make the decision whether to stay or leave. I'm confused. As the days pass, the crew settle down, they seem happier under Chakotay's captaincy. Especially the ones that manage to please him. But even the ones that are disciplined try harder not to disappoint him next time. Including me. I'd noticed one thing about the Captain when he was in the Maquis, nearly all his crew worshipped him. They would die for him, so I figure it can't be that bad having him as the boss. I have to go fly a shuttle mission to a trading post, so I am gone for a few days. When I get back I sense the change in Harry straight away. He seems more relaxed, more confident. I collar him straight away during lunch. He's sat with Torres. "Ok Harry spill. Are you in love?" Harry actually blushes. "He best not be," Torres says "or he'll be in trouble if he ever gets the silver." It takes a moment for me to realise what she is getting at. "So Harry, you've made the gang and what's the verdict?" I can't help having some fun at his expense. I have to take the attention off me as I don't want to think about Chakotay giving Harry a blow job. I don't want to think about Chakotay giving a blow job to anybody but me. It scares me that I am thinking this way because this way lies madness. The Maquis Way calms down as we go through another quiet patch. Then two things happen. Ayala fucks up badly and rumour as it, he gets the silver treatment. I hear that its same as bronze but for five days. I see him after the punishments ends, he looks terrible. Chakotay had really pissed me off that morning, riding my tail every minute. As I enter the lift with Ayala after shift, I'm back to thinking I would be better off away from Voyager. I can't help it I start to rant on about how Chakotay's such an hard ass and that he should relax a little. Of course I expect a sympathetic ear. I don't get one. Ayala lays into me, tells me I should think myself privileged that I'm serving with the Captain. If I want to get home he'll deliver the goods, which was more than Janeway could. He finishes by grabbing a handful of my shirt and pinning me up against the wall. He threatens that if he hears me bad mouthing the Captain again he'll personally see me in sickbay. I'm beginning to think that to leave would be the wisest decision. The second thing is we are now a day from the planet. I've finally made my mind up that I'm leaving. Of course B'Elanna and Harry try to persuade me otherwise. In fact there's a few tears. Harry and B'Elanna have been rewarded by Chakotay a couple of times so they're going nowhere. They're in it for the long haul. In fact it as become Harry's ambition to get the silver and so he's become boringly single minded. Yes, Captain this, yes Captain that. I don't know whether to slap him or shoot him. If I stay on Voyager I think it will be the shooting. After shift I make my way to my quarters to get ready for a farewell drink with the few friends I've acquired. I'm just ready to leave when the door chime breaks into my thoughts. The last person I'm expecting is the Captain. I am not in the mood for his shit so I'm not too pleasant but he goes over to the couch anyway. "Sit down Tom, I'd like to discuss something with you." Ok, I'll give him the time of day, he deserves that, if nothing else, so I sit down. "B'Elanna tells me you want to leave Voyager." He sounds subdued. Well he's playing games with the wrong person. "That's right, I can't work with you, not under these conditions. You don't give a fuck about anybody. It's your rules or nothing. I can't do it Captain." I say Captain with as much disdain as I can. "Your wrong Tom, I care about every single member of this crew, Maquis and Fleet alike." He answers with the same subdued tone. "Does that include me." I laugh at the thought. "Especially you." He stands up and walks over to the window. I've got to admit this isn't turning out quite as I thought. "I don't want you to leave. I think we work well together, if you could get over the discipline issue. I need you by my side Tom." For a moment I think he is talking personally and my heart seems to stop. "We stand a much better chance of getting home with you at the helm." Yeah figures, stupid fantasy anyway. "I'll lay it on the line. There's another planet only a month away. The few who have requested to leave have agreed to wait until then. I'd like you to give it some thought. Please consider it." He turns and leaves and I just stand there, stunned. The big man has asked me to stay, admittedly he needs me for piloting. Yeah I know not personally but shit I never thought he had a good word for me. I talk it over in Sandrine's. I am quite heartened when they all seem pleased when I say I'm staying. Even Ayala seems happy at the news. As I am leaving, Ayala comes over to me, "I think the Captain will be really pleased you've changed your mind." Well I wouldn't mind a repeat performance. You can't turn down a good blow job. I give him the news before the briefing. I don't know what I'm expecting but all he says is that's good to hear and carries on with business. The sense of disappointment stays with me the rest of the day so I decide to have an early night. The bastard has just strung me along, making me feel important when he doesn't give a shit. Just as I am dropping off to sleep, I hear the outer doors swish open. As I've secured the doors this can only mean Chakotay's sidekicks have come to prepare me. Well I can go with that. So I'm as surprised as hell when the commander himself walks in. Sarcasm comes into play, I'm always this way when I get nervous. "We'll where's Chakotay's little helpers tonight Captain, doing the hard work yourself?" The smirk comes to my face of its own accord. He strolls over to the side of the bed and just stares at me. "Of course this could easily be punishment instead of a reward Paris. Besides I thought I'd do my own dirty work tonight. You got a problem with that?" I could only manage a weak "No, Sir." [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Yahoo! Groups Links <*> To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEM-S/ <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: ASCEM-S-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com <*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/ From ???@??? Sat May 01 15:25:45 2004 X-Persona: Status: U Return-Path: Received: from n27.grp.scd.yahoo.com ([66.218.66.83]) by penguin (EarthLink SMTP Server) with SMTP id 1bjWeQ4aS3NZFl40 for ; Sat, 1 May 2004 08:17:12 -0700 (PDT) X-eGroups-Return: sentto-1978024-8037-1083424631-stephenbratliff=earthlink.net@returns.groups.yahoo.com eceived: from [66.218.67.200] by n27.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 01 May 2004 15:17:11 -0000 X-Sender: campbratcher@psci.net X-Apparently-To: ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 92731 invoked from network); 1 May 2004 15:17:10 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.167) by m8.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 1 May 2004 15:17:10 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO mailstore.psci.net) (63.65.184.2) by mta6.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 1 May 2004 15:17:10 -0000 Received: from max (as1-d10-rp-psci.psci.net [63.69.225.10]) by mailstore.psci.net (8.12.2/8.12.2) with SMTP id i41FFvDr025089 for ; Sat, 1 May 2004 10:15:57 -0500 Message-ID: <004301c42f8f$406c88a0$0ae1453f@max> To: "ASCEM-S" Organization: ConGlomeration X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 6.00.2800.1158 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1165 X-eGroups-Remote-IP: 63.65.184.2 From: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" X-Yahoo-Profile: sileya MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEM-S-owner@yahoogroups.com Delivered-To: mailing list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Precedence: bulk List-Unsubscribe: Date: Sat, 1 May 2004 10:16:17 -0500 Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW: VOY: The Maquis Way (4/7) NC 17 C/P C/Various Reply-To: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit 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 takes something out of his pocket, I can't see what, but I soon find out. Instead of the restraints of before, he takes my hands and ties them up with silk ties. "You've got a choice here Tom, you can be blindfolded or not, it's up to you." He's voice is low and sultry. Just listening to him brings me out in goosebumps and I'm not ashamed to say makes me hard. Well he isn't going to get me this time, I am not going to be a one minute wonder again. He is going to have to work at this and I am going to enjoy it to the full. "Why did you blindfold me anyway?" I have to ask, it seemed a strange little quirk. "It allows you to be less embarrassed, if you can't see my face your less self-conscious and I like to see you without your inhibitions." "Well I'll give the blindfold a miss if you don't mind. I want to watch you go down on me." I have a smirk on my face, but my voice gives me away, I can't quite keep the tremble out. "This is to thank you for deciding to stay. Now I don't want to hear another word from you, or I will leave. Do you understand?" I nod, can't really do anything else. He lies down on the bed beside me and begins to stroke me chest. No massage oil this time, just his bare hands. He leans over and gives me a light kiss on the lips. I automatically close my eyes but I soon open them when I feel his tongue playing with my nipple. I pull against the restraints, wanting to touch him back. He just laughs and gently bites, making me moan and arch up. Gods, a need him to touch me, bring me off now but he just carries on kissing and stroking my body. Fuck it I close my eyes anyway. He is now kissing and sucking his way up my inner thigh. I want to beg him but I knew if I make a sound he will leave. He doesn't make idle promises. Suddenly my cock is in his mouth, he is so good at this. I think of everything I can to delay the inevitable and I am succeeding when I feel him fumble with something and then slowly his finger enters me. By the time my mind registers what is happening I'm coming so hard I go dizzy. I hope he will come and hold me like he did last time but he continues fingering me, leisurely. He adds another finger and I am lost in a wave of sensations. He stops moving, his fingers still in me. "Are you alright with this Tom, say and I'll stop now." Is he fucking kidding or what. "Please Chakotay, I want you." "Is that what you want Tom, do you want me inside you, fucking you, hard?" If the bastard is teasing me I am going to kill him, I'll strangle him with my own two hands. "Yes, now." While we are discussing the in and outs of our little liaison he slips another finger in, stretching me even further. He gets up off the bed. I knew it all along, he makes me humiliate myself, beg for it and then he just pisses off. Wrong again. He moves up and unties the restraints and leans over to my ear. "Turn over, onto you knees." I kneel giving my ass a little shake in his direction and look over my shoulder. He's taken off his shirt and is just removing his trousers. With all the talk I am half way to being hard again but then I see him naked. Not just naked but erect, and I've got to say he's built and I'm raring to go again. I feel the bed dip as he kneels and slowly in one movement he enters me. God it is sweet. After giving me a moment he begins to move and every time he thrusts in he praises me. "You did good today Tom." "You are the best pilot I've ever met." I want you beside me on the bridge, it's where you belong." I can feel the sweat dripping down his chest, as he kisses the back of my neck. I wasn't expecting him to kiss me and though we haven't kissed properly, on the lips, I some how think this gesture is special. As he's fucking me his hands are roaming all over my back and chest, stroking gently. He leans down and whispers in my ear, "touch yourself Tom." I reach down and stroke myself. "Come for me Tom, for me." He doesn't have to ask me twice. It feels so intimate. For a moment I can almost imagine we are lovers. I moan loudly as I come and then I feel him pumping his essence into me, holding me tightly as he climaxes. He lays me down and holds me, telling me how proud he is of me. But then he gets up and gets dressed, he turns to me, says see you on the bridge tomorrow and leaves. To say I am stunned is way off the mark. He's made me feel like a million dollars and worthless all within 5 minutes. I am disappointed but I know I've made the right choice in staying and I decide that I will just have to find a way to get more of Chakotay's attention, the loving kind. The next day I don't know what to expect but I'm pleasantly surprised when the Captain announces to all the crew that I've decided to stay and that he couldn't be more pleased. Well that's a good start and despite things usually going down hill, things stay good. The atmosphere on the bridge is relaxed with even Ayala and Chakotay joining in the banter. At the end of the shift I jump in with both feet and ask Chakotay if he'd like to join us in Sandrine's later on. Just to make it look general I ask Ayala as well. They both say they will. So I have a date, sort of. We have a good time, relaxed even fun. Unfortunately I can't get the Captain's words out of my head, "Come for me Tom, for me." Which brings a blush to my face every time I think about it, until Ayala asks if I'm sickening for something and I make my excuses and retire early. Harry pleased the Captain today. We swap notes the day after over a beer. Seems he got the silver treatment too. I ask him if he'd been kissed and was secretly pleased when he said he hadn't. All day long he looks like the cat that got the cream. In the end I get a bit short-tempered, I don't want to hear for the 50th time how good the captain is. I know. I just don't want others to know. Things are going well, great in fact and then I fuck up big time. The region of space we are traversing is friendly so the Captain decides on shore leave. Just before I set off for my stint I hear that Chakotay paid a visit to Tabor the night before and it wasn't for punishment. I also hear that he stayed quite late into the night. The time I had with the Captain was never far from my thoughts but it hadn't been repeated. I was becoming jealous of anyone who got a visit. Good or bad. At least they were getting some personal attention. So I go down to the planet, pissed off and looking for solace and I find it. In the arms of a beautiful, tall, dark haired woman. We dance, drink and make love till the early hours of the morning. A great time is had by all, till her husband comes home and he turns out to be some big cheese in the government. I know as soon as I transport back that I am in big trouble. Not one single member of the crew will meet my eye. Ayala escorts me to the brig and informs me that as the evidence is irrefutable I will be staying in the brig for 2 weeks. I'm quite surprised at this mode of punishment, this isn't the Captain's usual way of dealing with fuckups but I'll go for it. Better that the 5 nights of beatings, which was what I had been expecting. I've been in the brig for 4 hours, 4 hours 27 minutes. I'm not counting or anything. Nobody will speak to me, not even Nelix when he brings the food. Ayala and the smirking Tabor come over and strap me over a bench that's been placed in the cell. A gag is placed across my mouth. That puts the fear of god in me. He is going to beat me so bad they have to make sure I stay quiet. An hour later I am nearly hyperventilating, the fear has slowly crept up until I can't think of anything else, no matter how I try. Just when I think I can't take anymore I hear the door open and someone enters. I hear Chakotay dismiss Ayala and then we are alone. The sweat is gathering on my forehead and if I wasn't tied up and gagged I'd be on my knees begging for his forgiveness. He stands behind me and I hear him take a steadying breath. [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Yahoo! Groups Links <*> To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEM-S/ <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: ASCEM-S-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com <*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/ From ???@??? Sat May 01 15:25:45 2004 X-Persona: Status: U Return-Path: Received: from n14.grp.scd.yahoo.com ([66.218.66.69]) by tanager (EarthLink SMTP Server) with SMTP id 1bjWfp4CQ3NZFmQ2 for ; Sat, 1 May 2004 08:17:47 -0700 (PDT) X-eGroups-Return: sentto-1978024-8038-1083424666-stephenbratliff=earthlink.net@returns.groups.yahoo.com eceived: from [66.218.66.31] by n14.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 01 May 2004 15:17:46 -0000 X-Sender: campbratcher@psci.net X-Apparently-To: ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 25027 invoked from network); 1 May 2004 15:17:45 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.216) by m25.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 1 May 2004 15:17:45 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO mailstore.psci.net) (63.65.184.2) by mta1.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 1 May 2004 15:17:45 -0000 Received: from max (as1-d10-rp-psci.psci.net [63.69.225.10]) by mailstore.psci.net (8.12.2/8.12.2) with SMTP id i41FGODr025758 for ; Sat, 1 May 2004 10:16:24 -0500 Message-ID: <004801c42f8f$50909d20$0ae1453f@max> To: "ASCEM-S" Organization: ConGlomeration X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 6.00.2800.1158 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1165 X-eGroups-Remote-IP: 63.65.184.2 From: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" X-Yahoo-Profile: sileya MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEM-S-owner@yahoogroups.com Delivered-To: mailing list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Precedence: bulk List-Unsubscribe: Date: Sat, 1 May 2004 10:16:44 -0500 Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW: VOY: The Maquis Way (5/7) NC 17 C/P C/Various Reply-To: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit 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 THERE IS A RAPE SCENE. PLEASE DO NOT READ ON IF YOU FIND THIS IN ANYWAY OFFENSIVE "Fucked up good and proper, this time, haven't you Paris." He couldn't say my name with any more contempt if he tried. "You have made my job extremely difficult. Do you know what it has cost us to placate the Aneriens? One more week and you would have been my First Officer, but you just couldn't cut it could you?" He reaches around and undoes my trousers, pulling them down roughly. If I thought I was scared before I am absolutely petrified now. For what seems like ages nothing happens and I can feel my legs beginning to shake, with the fear and the shame of being on display like this. And then the pain hits me. Fuck he must be putting all his strength into the beating. It's a good job I am gagged or else I would be screaming the ship down. I can't believe the bastard could make love to me like he did and then beat the shit out of me like this. The beating stops and the raw pain begins to recede into an excruciating throbbing. And then I cry into the gag again as he roughly enters me. He's put on lubrication but as he's not prepared me, the pain as he slams in nearly makes me pass out. Like a copy of the last time he visited me, he keeps up a chant, but this time it is insults. "Your just one more disappointment in my life, Paris." " How many more fuck ups are you going to make." "Your behaviour disgusts me." With each slam into my body he brings me down a bit more and then he stops talking. He undoes one of the ties on my hands. His movements slow, become more sensuous and despite the fact that I am hurting and filled with rage at him, I begin to get aroused. He is hitting just the right spot, and whispering in my ear, "touch yourself Tom." At first I resist, but he becomes more insistent. His voice takes on a menacing timbre, "I said touch yourself." So I begin stroking myself, if I climax maybe he will too and we can get this over with. I can feel myself approaching the point of no return, when he says the words I had so loved last time. "Come for me, for me." I start to climax when he leans over, "come for me Paris like the whore that you are." I come but it is physically painful as though I've been stopped in mid flow by a phaser shot. He then begins pounding into me bringing himself off. The tears began to flow. I'd managed to hold them back while he thrashed me, held them in while he fucked me hard but I can't hold them back any longer. He not only thinks I am a fuck up and a disappointment but a whore as well. I want him away from me so I can just curl up with the humiliation. He doesn't even make a noise when he comes, just pulls out, pulls up his zip, undoes my other hand, turns and leaves. I lay on the floor, filled with shame and anger and a great deal of hurt. The doc comes by and patches me up and then thankfully I can curl up and cry myself to sleep. I'm back in my quarters now. Two weeks in the brig. No visitors, no one to talk to. At least Chakotay didn't make a repeat visit. I've got a week of bridge duty, with the rest of the time confined to quarters. I'll get through it. The hate I feel for the Captain will make sure of that. It's business as usual. Everyone, including Chakotay, is talking to me like nothing unusual as happened. Chakotay even rests a hand on my shoulder when I've done a good move. Well, fuck him. At lunch, Harry asks about my brig time, but I can't tell him what Chakotay did to me. I can hardly live with the humiliation without Harry knowing as well. Over the week I find it harder and harder to talk to people and even after my confinement to quarters is over I can't mix, can't really eat. My behaviour on the bridge is textbook, no banter, no fancy flying, no quips, no smart ass replies. After 2 weeks of this the captain calls me in to his office. "Sit down Tom," Chakotay says as he brings over two drinks. Great so he thinks he can do the good pal act, well he can think again about that. "Harry's been to see me, he's very concerned about you, as am I." I can't help snorting in derision at this. Yeah I bet he's really concerned the asshole. I just sit and look at him. "Do you have a problem and can I help you with it at all?" he sounds all concerned, as though he cares. Putting on my most sarcastic voice, "No why would I have a problem, Captain?" "Look Tom you can confide in me if there's something bothering you," again in that calm counsellor's voice. The anger is nearly consuming me. "Well let me think. I get thrown in the brig, beaten to a pulp, raped and humiliated by my commanding officer and you think there might be something bothering me. You don't think that could be fucking affecting me you bastard." I launch myself at him, trying to punch him. But by now I am so fired up but at the same time so upset that I am ineffective. He catches hold of my arms and holds me to him. The tears start again and I just keep repeating the same words, "how could you do that to me, you bastard." Over and over, but he just holds me. When I finish he places me down on the couch and sits next to me. He grabs my chin. "Look at me," he says sternly. Eventually I look up and meet his eyes. "Is that how you see it, Tom that I raped and abused you. I don't see it like that. You had a lesson to learn, a hard lesson. That's all it was. Punishment for your crime. It's the Maquis Way of things. Now you should put it behind you. Get on with your life and don't make the same mistake again." He reaches out and wipes away the tears from my face and idiot that I am; lean in to get more of his touch. He leans over and again takes me in his arms. "Everyone misses the old Tom, I miss the old Tom. I want you to go to Sandrine's tonight, mix with your friends. Will you do that for me?" I nod, mutely, unable to trust myself to speak. "Good," he leans over and kisses me on the forehead. He gets up to go back to the Bridge giving me 5 minutes to pull myself together. I meet up with Harry for a couple of games of pool. Actually I do feel a little better and everybody treats me with friendship. I expected everyone to know what I'd been through, expected everyone to be disgusted. But everyone treats me as they normally would. The ones who didn't talk to me before still don't and the ones who I count as friends act like nothing life shattering as just happened. So I try to as well. Chakotay comes in with Ayala and Tabor and I quickly decide that I'll have to get out of here, when the Captain comes over to Harry and me. "Mind if I play the winner." He grins, knowing full well that would be me. "Not at all captain," Harry says fawning around Chakotay. I am seriously going to have to have words with him. Chakotay isn't the pushover I expect him to be. When he calls time on things, saying he's got an early shift in the morning I realise two hours have passed. Two pleasant hours. As is well known I bounce back from anything. So I pick myself up and eventually I feel more like my old self, except for my impotence. I can't get it up. I've tried a couple of my old lady friends, no chance, I even tried an old gentleman friend. I didn't even get to first base with him. I can't touch myself. I do get hard when I am asleep, but only if I dream of Chakotay. Usually it's the most beautiful dream, him kissing me, stroking me. Then he'll put his sweets lip around my throbbing cock and just when I'm about to come, I hear the word "Whore" again. I orgasm but instead of it being intense pleasure it's intense pain in my lower stomach, as though someone has kicked me in the balls. My relationship with the Captain as mellowed a little. Ayala took me aside and told me to get over it, said he knew what I'd gone through. It had happened to him, not on Voyager but on the Crazy Horse. Said it had taken him 3 months to get over it, but in the end it had made him a stronger person. I can't see the logic behind his thinking but equally I can't stay bitter forever. A couple of weeks later the opportunity to put it behind me comes along when the Captain picks me to accompany him to a nearby planet. It is a hospitable society and they've agreed to do trade with us. I have been asked because there is a great deal of turbulence and Chakotay needs to concentrate on the coming negotiations. We land well and are wined and dined by the friendliest people we have met in the Delta Quadrant. By midmorning of the next day we have completed all the negotiations so have free time to look around the city. Chakotay is the ideal companion, pointing out things of interest, making me laugh, and chuckling at all my jokes. By the time we sit down at the banquet in our honour I've nearly forgotten there has been any unfriendliness between us. The night is marred for me by one of the officials who makes it plain he is attracted to the Captain. As we are mingling I take my eyes off Chakotay and when I look back he is missing and so is the official. I feel a tight knot in my stomach. The likeliest place is the balcony so I set out for there. When I get to the door, I see them talking and they look pretty cosy. I cough and they turn around. "Ah Tom, come join us, please." For a moment I think he looks relieved. We chat for a few minutes and then the alien leaves. "Thank the spirits you came by," Chakotay says and he looks like he means it. "Why captain, you looked like you were enjoying yourself. I noticed a bit of flirting going on at the table." Even to my ears I sound bitter. I hate feeling jealous but when your emotions are bouncing all about the place, jealousy is bound to rear its ugly head. Chakotay gives me a questioning look. "I can't deny I find him attractive, but the non-fraternisation rule stands for me as it does for everyone else. If you hadn't joined us it could have turned nasty. He didn't like the fact that I didn't want to jump into bed with him and was getting a bit argumentative." I'm only half listening. He's lost me after the find him attractive line. The rest of the evening I spend worrying over Chakotay's attraction to the official but by the end of the evening he's brought me out of it. I had been hoping that with our new found camaraderie we could take it a step further but he's kept it strictly work. But I am enjoying myself, the Captain is such good company when he isn't being a hard arse. We were just coming to the end of the farewell ceremony when I see the official from the balcony coming towards us. In a split second, I see him raise the weapon and fire. Instinctively I push Chakotay out of the way and take the shot. God, fuck, shit it hurts. Chakotay is cradling my head while medics come. My last thought is that at least I'll die with him and me as friends. I come around a day later in our sickbay. Harry tells me that the government couldn't apologise enough, in fact we got the goods for free. Chakotay did a good job getting us back, we took damage getting through the atmosphere which was why I have been in sick bay so long. I hear the doc comm the Bridge and inform the Captain that I am awake. I lay back, quietly excited about his visit. Up to the shooting we had such a good time and I was hoping that it would carry over onto Voyager. Five hours later I've been released to my quarters, with instructions to rest. Harry and B'Elanna keeping me company until I start to wilt. Harry helps me to bed, concern showing on his face, but I reassure him with some excuse. But as I lay in bed I admit to myself that I am disappointed and hurt. He can't even come and visit me and I saved the bastard's life. It seems we are back to square one. I manage to get to the mess hall and back the next day before I tire. He isn't there. Harry says they are all pulled out on the bridge, but I think he is trying to make me feel better. The next day I stay in my room. I am due back on the bridge tomorrow and I need to get in the right frame of mind. Harry stops by and persuades me to go to Sandrine's. If I'm honest I only go in case the Captain drops in but he doesn't. At around 2100 hours I set off back to my quarters. When I get in I don't feel tired so I lounge around the room, restless. Hopefully after a warm shower I can fall asleep. I walk into my bedroom, my heart nearly stops. [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Buy Ink Cartridges or Refill Kits for your HP, Epson, Canon or Lexmark Printer at MyInks.com. Free s/h on orders $50 or more to the US & Canada. http://www.c1tracking.com/l.asp?cid=5511 http://us.click.yahoo.com/mOAaAA/3exGAA/qnsNAA/5x3olB/TM ---------------------------------------------------------------------~-> Yahoo! Groups Links <*> To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEM-S/ <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: ASCEM-S-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com <*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/ From ???@??? Sat May 01 15:25:45 2004 X-Persona: Status: U Return-Path: Received: from n46.grp.scd.yahoo.com ([66.218.67.23]) by sparrow (EarthLink SMTP Server) with SMTP id 1bjWhZ68d3NZFjV0 for ; Sat, 1 May 2004 08:20:27 -0700 (PDT) X-eGroups-Return: sentto-1978024-8040-1083424827-stephenbratliff=earthlink.net@returns.groups.yahoo.com eceived: from [66.218.66.31] by n46.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 01 May 2004 15:20:27 -0000 X-Sender: campbratcher@psci.net X-Apparently-To: ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 37728 invoked from network); 1 May 2004 15:20:26 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.166) by m25.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 1 May 2004 15:20:26 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO mailstore.psci.net) (63.65.184.2) by mta5.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 1 May 2004 15:20:26 -0000 Received: from max (as1-d10-rp-psci.psci.net [63.69.225.10]) by mailstore.psci.net (8.12.2/8.12.2) with SMTP id i41FKEDr030663 for ; Sat, 1 May 2004 10:20:15 -0500 Message-ID: <005201c42f8f$d9e663c0$0ae1453f@max> To: "ASCEM-S" Organization: ConGlomeration X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 6.00.2800.1158 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1165 X-eGroups-Remote-IP: 63.65.184.2 From: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" X-Yahoo-Profile: sileya MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEM-S-owner@yahoogroups.com Delivered-To: mailing list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Precedence: bulk List-Unsubscribe: Date: Sat, 1 May 2004 10:20:34 -0500 Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW: VOY: The Maquis Way (7/7) NC 17 C/P C/Various Reply-To: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit 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. Then he dashes out. I had stupidly thought that our relationship would change things, that this would stop. I'd not thought to discuss it, I had just assumed. I can't leave his quarters, I need to know what time he returns. I pace the floor, the thought of him rewarding Tabor causing me more pain than I could ever imagine. I'd fallen asleep by the time he returned. It takes me awhile to come round but when I do I just fly at him, hitting him in a frenzy. Unfortunately he quickly overpowers me. "What the fucks a matter with you. I'm too tired for this shit." He holds me in a vice like grip. "Oh I bet your tired, fucking Tabor all night you bastard." I was sobbing by this time. All day I had felt on top of the world and now I don't think I can feel any worse. "You know it isn't personal, not like me and you. I'm the Captain, Tom. I have responsibilities which includes punishment and rewards. You know that." I push him away. "I can't share you. Find another way." I stare at him, wanting nothing more than him to take me in his arms and reassure me. "There is no other way, only the Maquis way." He moves towards me. "No Chakotay, you've a choice, either the Maquis way or me," and with that I walk out. I arrive at the briefing five minutes before the others. "So Chakotay what's your decision?" Most of the night I have been awake, thinking things through. I have to be strong or else I will have no pride left. "Tom I want you, you know how much but I have responsibilities, you must understand that." He grabs my hand but I shrug him off. "No I don't understand at all. I can't make love to you then stand by as you go and fuck someone else. You broke my heart last night I'm not prepared to let you continue doing it." He takes a deep breath. "I'm sorry Tom, but my priority is to the ship and its crew." "If that's the case then I have to inform you Captain that I will be leaving the ship tomorrow when we reach the Ziranni Homeworld. I have been in contact with the trader that Tabor met up with and they have no problem in accepting a qualified pilot." I march out of the room just as the rest of the senior staff come in. Part of me is hoping that Chakotay will come after me, tell me he has made a mistake. But deep down I know that he won't. He must have announced my departure at the staff briefing because throughout the day friends drop by to dissuade me. Ayala comes by and we talk. He says I am being a fool, that I should take the good and not mind the bad. He tells me that Chakotay has deep feelings for me but in the end he accepts that I can't deal with it. Next day they drop by the transporter room to say goodbye, all my friends but Chakotay. That hurts. Now I'm down on the surface. I've got a good job and lodgings with a really nice family. It's been 3 days, 3 long days. I have found it hard to eat and sleep. Yesterday it finely hit me that they're gone for good. So I go out and get laid and then get drunk. I can't face sleeping with another man, not after Chakotay but a nice local girl comes onto me in a bar. For an hour or two I can forget my unhappiness but as soon as it is over I feel empty again and guilty at using the girl. Five days, I'm still not sleeping. I either dream about Chakotay fucking Tabor and I wake up shouting and sweating or I dream Chakotay's making love to me and I wake up wet and sticky and crying in anguish at the loss. Six days, I find myself wondering what they are doing, who Chakotay's with. As if I'm not in enough pain I have to add to my torment by thinking of that. I don't regret leaving, I know I couldn't have stood by and watched Chakotay implement the Maquis Way. Equally I know that he's a stubborn man and wouldn't have been persuaded to drop it. I am now resigned to the fact that I have to make a new life for myself. Seven days, a whole week. Any hope they will turn around and come back for me is now gone. By now they will be too far on their journey home. I try not to let the depression take me over but it is hard. I arrive at work and straight away I get called into the office to see the supervisor. At no time have I put a foot wrong so I'm not nervous. Maybe I'm already in line for promotion. When I enter her office the first person I see is Ayala. My breath catches in my throat. For a minute I am in ecstasy, Chakotay's sent for me and then the agony kicks in. "I'm not going back if he hasn't changed anything. You can tell him if he still wants to do it the Maquis Way I'm staying here." I cross my arms, I can be as stubborn as him. I haven't really looked at Ayala but when I do glance at his face I can see how strained he looks. "Tom, Chakotay didn't send me. We need you back on the ship, the Captain is dying," Ayala manages to choke out. Luckily my training kicks in, "right stay here I'll get my things." I quickly go back to my lodgings, gather my things, say my goodbyes and I am back at the office and in the shuttle in no time. Greg flies the shuttle as I am too shaken up. I sit at the back thinking things through. Chakotay is dying and he hadn't sent for me. Chakotay is dying and he had been prepared to leave me. Both thoughts break my heart. I take a deep breath, I'll have more time later to put my thoughts in order, and so I join Ayala up front. He begins to fill me in on what happened. Chakotay regretted letting me go and skulked about, taking his temper out on the closest to him. Then after a heart to heart with Greg he had decided to turn around and come back for me. Greg said he'd got upset and had said he loved me and that he would find a way that would make me happy. I cried at the irony that he was on his way to get me back when he'd been injured. Ayala waits for me to calm down and then continues, they'd encountered a defence ship and they got a lucky shot in. The console near Chakotay had exploded, embedding metal into his skull. The doc had operated but he was now in a coma and failing rapidly. The whole crew were behind Ayala in coming back for me. They want me to captain the ship. By the time he had given me the entire story we had arrived at Voyager and we were on our way to sickbay. Even with all the information Greg has given me I am not prepared for the sight of Chakotay all wired up, his face grey and drawn. The display is hardly moving, his life signs are so weak. I hold his hand, tell him I love him. Eventually Ayala squeezes my shoulder, telling me that we have work to do. I lean over and kiss my lover on the lips, holding back my tears, there would be time for this later. I settle in to the job but I won't let anyone call me captain. That is Chakotay's title and until there is no doubt that he will not retake his position I take the title of Commander. A couple of weeks later Chakotay begins to improve, only slightly but it gives us hope but after a week of slow improvement he levels out. I have been the acting captain for 3 months. From the start I made it plain that I had no time for the Maquis Way, not fully anyway. If there was any punishment to be handed out Ayala socked them on the jaw and then they did time in the brig. If anyone deserved rewards, they got replicator rations, or holodeck time. The crew are all working well together so there is less need for this to happen. Chakotay is on the decline again. I have tried to come to terms with the fact that I will lose him. In fact some days when I am really down I pray for his death as I feel the crew, and me especially, can't cope with his lingering demise. We wonder into a hostile sector, which keeps my mind off sickbay. We've been fighting and evading for days and have just got a breather when I get the call I've been dreading. "Commander Paris can you get to the sickbay as quickly as possible." The doc says tersely. I comm B'Elanna and nod to Greg to join me. They are his oldest friends, they need to be there as well. None of us say a word as we make our way. "How long." I ask the doctor as I take Chakotay's hand. "No longer than 30 minutes." He goes to his office to give us some privacy. B'Elanna has taken his other hand and Greg has rested his hand on Chakotay's shoulder. The air is filled with sobs. I look at the man who has caused me so much pain and so much happiness. He doesn't look like he will last the next five minutes. I bring his hand up to my lips and just as I gently kiss it the red alert starts. I look at Greg and B'Elanna and we all know we have no option but to leave him but I can't stand the thought of him dying on his own so I comm Wildman and ask her to come and hold his hand as he passes over. I will have to grieve later. Four hours pass, we are flying by the seat of our pants. We take heavy damage but luckily injuries are minimal. We finally get everything under control and the three of us again make our way down to sickbay. As we stand outside the doors B'Elanna begins to cry and I take her in my arms, sobbing with her. Eventually we manage to calm ourselves and walk in. My heart goes into my mouth when I glance at the biobed. All the wires have been removed, I suppose ready for the autopsy. He looks quite peaceful as I walk towards him. His eyes are closed, his head slightly turned away from me. I take his hand, it is still warm so he can't have been dead long. The floodgates open up and I lay my head on his chest and let all the hurt and sorrow come out. I feel Greg's hand on my shoulder. "Tom, Tom." I ignore him, I am too deep in my sorrow. "Tom, look." He is more insistent. I look up into brown, serious eyes. Chakotay's eyes. I am confused, light-headed. I hear Greg saying Chakotay is alive. I am just staring and then slowly, very weakly Chakotay reaches out and touches my face, the tears flowing down his cheeks. I lay down next to him and gently hold him. After a while his breathing changes and I realise he is asleep. Leaving him on the bed we go in to see the doctor who soon fills us in. When our ship took damage, a bolt of power hit the console and cut off the life support to Chakotay. The doc decided there was nothing to be done, that the best thing was to let him die with dignity. But the stubborn, wonderous man had carried on breathing and after an hour had weakly opened his eyes. Whatever had hit the console had kick started his system. The doctor said that he was on the road to recovery but he was still extremely weak, it would be along time before he would be released. We all take it in turns to sit with him, making sure he is never alone, encouraging him to get better. And then one day I enter sickbay and he is sitting up. I hold his hand, stroking and kissing it, grateful for this second chance. We haven't spoken about what happened between us, but one day we will, but just not yet, he seems so fragile. Then comes the day he can leave sick bay. I take him home and hold him in my arms, revelling in the feel of his body. It must be nearly six months since we touched like this but my body responds like it was yesterday. But I need to make sure, make him understand that things are different now. I turn to him, "Chakotay I love you very much but you must know there is to be no more Maquis Way. If you want us to be together, for it to work, from now on it has to be my way. With a twinkle in his eye, he smiles, "and does your way include me making love to you." His hand was slowly moving up my chest, playing with my nipples, his arousal pressing into me. "Because if it doesn't the big bad Maquis will have to make sure it does." "And just how will the big bad Maquis do that?" I smile my heart filled with love for this man. I lean up and kiss him gently but he begins to kiss me feverishly. "You'll find out at the next briefing, fly boy, when I take you over my knee and give you a good spanking." Then the only sound is Chakotay's soft moans as it becomes clear that making love to me, and only me, is definitely included in Tom's Way. The end [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Buy Ink Cartridges or Refill Kits for your HP, Epson, Canon or Lexmark Printer at MyInks.com. Free s/h on orders $50 or more to the US & Canada. http://www.c1tracking.com/l.asp?cid=5511 http://us.click.yahoo.com/mOAaAA/3exGAA/qnsNAA/5x3olB/TM ---------------------------------------------------------------------~-> Yahoo! Groups Links <*> To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEM-S/ <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: ASCEM-S-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com <*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/ From ???@??? Mon May 03 22:31:58 2004 X-Persona: Status: U Return-Path: Received: from n8.grp.scd.yahoo.com ([66.218.66.92]) by killdeer (EarthLink SMTP Server) with SMTP id 1bkGIj4Hn3NZFlr0 for ; Mon, 3 May 2004 09:54:42 -0700 (PDT) X-eGroups-Return: sentto-1978024-8041-1083603282-stephenbratliff=earthlink.net@returns.groups.yahoo.com