The BLTS Archive - ResQ'd
by Devorephile (Devorephile@hotmail.com)

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Disclaimer: Paramount Pictures owns Star Trek and the characters of
Inspector Kashyk, Q, Captain Janeway and probably anyone else who
appears in this story. The story idea is mine. If I could make money
doing this, you sure wouldn't be seeing it here.

Archive: ASC and BLTS OK. All others please ask.

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It had been a long day, but a routine one. No quirky aliens nor
exploding stars interrupted Voyager as she sped swiftly, uneventfully
through Delta quadrant space. Captain Kathryn Janeway entered her
quarters, stretching languorously. She was ready to spend a few quiet
hours with a good book.

After showering, she put on her favorite nightgown and slid between
the sheets. She opened the book to the marked page, but couldn't
concentrate. She slammed the book shut and ordered the computer to dim
the lights. Rolling over, she punched the pillow viciously, determined
to go to sleep.

She didn't see the lone figure in a Starfleet uniform peering at her
from outside the viewport.

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Q watched from outside the starship, chuckling. Kathy was so
beautiful... so stubborn... and so *cranky*. Taking unnecessary risks,
snapping at her crew, relieving them of duty, throwing them in the
brig... She didn't even know what was wrong with her, but Q certainly
did. Extended celibacy could drive a mortal being bonkers. Why, it had
almost driven *him*, the immortal Q, bonkers! She had helped him -
what was the expression? - 'get laid,' and he was determined to return
the favor.

With a quick flash of light he was lying on the bunk next to her. She
stirred momentarily, murmuring softly, but did not wake. She was
probably dreaming about Wilderness Man, who was right here on the ship
with her. Incredibly, she insisted on pushing him away. Well, he'd fix
that. It was the least he could do.

Janeway turned restlessly, and suddenly her lovely face was inches
from Q's. She spoke again in her sleep, more clearly this time.

Now *this* was interesting. Just who was Kashyk? This wouldn't do at
all... He was Q! All-seeing and all-knowing! He snapped his fingers
for a quick look into Janeway's personal logs.

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Kashyk lay on the bunk in his darkened cabin, arms folded behind his
head, sulking. He simply couldn't keep Kathryn Janeway out of his
mind, whether she was gaharay or not. Every time he closed his eyes,
she was there. Why in the name of all creation hadn't he fucked her
when he had the opportunity? It just wasn't like him.

He supposed it was to be his torture for the rest of his days.

"Inspector!" A joyous voice rang out right beside his bed as a
brilliant flash of light blinded him momentarily.

Kashyk shielded his eyes for a brief second before his training kicked
in. He launched a vicious attack at the intruder, only to discover
that the fellow was now on the *other* side of the bed. Startled,
Kashyk landed in a crumpled heap in the middle of the mattress.

"Nice try." The being peered at him curiously.

Kashyk's confused brain finally registered the fact that he was
looking at a human male in a Starfleet uniform.

"PRAA..."

"Don't bother, Inspector." The stranger waved one hand impatiently.
"They can't hear you."

Suddenly realizing that he should be self-conscious, Kashyk pulled the
bedclothes around his naked lower body and stood to face the intruder.

"Identify yourself. Then I'll arrest you."

"Oh, I *like* you, Inspector! You're smug! Arrogant! You're the poster
boy for 'The Ends Justify the Means'. You'd make a good Q."

"Huh." Kashyk scowled. "I've heard of your kind. Get off my ship."

"First things first, Inspector. It seems that we have a mutual
acquaintance. One to whom I owe a favor."

Q snapped his fingers again, and suddenly, instead of a human male,
Kashyk was confronted with Kathryn Janeway, right down to the uniform
and the hands on her hips. She looked at him accusingly, then spoke.
Petulantly. In Q's voice. "You left her, Inspector, just when she
needed you the most."

Kashyk stared, then recovered quickly and snorted. "Kathryn Janeway
doesn't need anything but her precious ship and her lofty ideals."

Another flash of light and the figure in front of him became the
Captain of Voyager as he'd never seen her before. 'Kathryn' glowed
softly, smiling, using her own husky voice now. "Oh, but you're wrong,
Inspector." She was wearing a sheer gown that fluttered slightly in an
unseen breeze. Kashyk felt his groin stir pleasantly.

"She dreams of you, Inspector... quite erotically." Q/Kathryn stepped
towards him seductively, raking Kashyk appreciatively with her gaze,
then with her fingernails. "Oh my. Now that I've taken this form, I'm
beginning to understand *why*." 'She' continued appraising him,
stepping closer.

Kashyk's member began to stir significantly under the sheet as he
caught 'her' scent. He closed his eyes, remembering. Maybe whatever
this Q had in mind wasn't going to be so bad. Then he gasped, eyes
flying open again, as a small hand slipped under the sheet and firmly
began to stroke his rapidly hardening erection. Kashyk grinned
wickedly down at 'Kathryn' and began to thrust himself into her hand.

"Oooh... It's *very* obvious that the attraction is quite mutual."
Q/Kathryn pushed Kashyk away and started backing towards the bed.

Snarling, Kashyk started after 'her', but was brought up short by a
firm hand to his chest. His *own* hand, as suddenly he was confronted
by a carbon copy of himself, and his own face was sneering at him.
Q/Kathryn was still there, too, so apparently this being could assume
two forms at once.

"Oh, no, Inspector, that would be too easy." Q/Kashyk stroked an
equally impressive erection, then turned towards Q/Kathryn, who had
placed herself on all fours on the bed. "You see, when this moment
happens..." he raised the gown exposing Q/Kathryn's buttocks. Kashyk
stepped closer, watching intently and becoming more aroused by the
moment. "When this moment happens, Inspector, *I* want to watch."
Q/Kashyk smiled knowingly, then thrust his erection fully into
Q/Kathryn.

A look of pure rapture came over Q/Kathryn's face as she pushed
backwards. Then she smiled wickedly at Kashyk and snapped 'her'
fingers.

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Kashyk looked around, disoriented. He was in a darkened room, his
bedsheet still wrapped - albeit very loosely - around his waist. He
was still hard, painfully so... now where did Q go?

Stars streamed by outside a viewport. He was definitely on a ship. As
his eyes began to adjust, he heard a soft sigh. He could now make out
what appeared to be a small form on a bed. Soft hair flowed across a
pillow.

Oh no. He was on Voyager. *This* Kathryn would undoubtedly have other
ideas about what he could do with his cock.

Kashyk winced inwardly and began to arrange the sheet in a futile
attempt to make himself presentable. He looked around frantically,
hoping to find something to wear before she discovered him.

There was a flash of light from the vicinity of the bed. Kashyk's eyes
shot daggers towards Q. "*Must* you use the dramatics??" he whispered,
not very softly. "You'll wake her!"

Q leered at Kashyk through the darkness, noting his efforts to drape
himself with the sheet. "Oh, this is perfect. How very Roman of you."
A feather appeared in Q's hand, and he tickled it softly under
Janeway's nose, then disappeared with a soft "pop."

Kashyk sighed heavily in bemused resignation, looking towards the bed.
This should prove to be... interesting.

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Kathryn was dreaming the dream again. Kashyk had returned for the last
inspection, an she had just told him that they had found the wormhole.
The dream was never predictable. Sometimes it unfolded just as actual
events had, with Kashyk revealing his deception and calling for Prax.
Other times Kashyk smiled and took her in his arms, kissing her. Most
of the time, though, he hadn't called for Prax at all, but had
revealed his traitorous deception, then began to ravish her. That was
usually when she woke up, but on more than one occasion it had gone
much further.

This time it was new. Kashyk rose from behind her desk and approached
her, a smarmy smile on his face, then raised a gloved hand and tickled
her under the nose.

Kathryn woke with a start and lay wide-eyed in the darkness. *That*
had been strange.

Wait... had she heard a movement? She stilled suddenly, listening.
Then someone softly cleared his throat. Sitting bolt upright, Kathryn
ordered the lights to 25%, looked in the direction of the sound, and
saw...

Kashyk, sitting in a chair across the room. Dressed in... a bedsheet?

"Janeway to security!"

Nothing happened. Kashyk shrugged at her and gave her a lopsided grin.
"Hello, Captain."

"What the HELL is going on here??"

"Aren't you going to offer me some coffee?"

Kathryn rolled her eyes, then rose quickly from the bed. She headed
for the door, emitting a tirade that included blatant references to
Kashyk's parentage. Grabbing her robe along the way, she pulled up
just short enough to keep from running headlong into the unyielding
panels.

Kashyk tried to stifle a chuckle as Kathryn planted her hands on her
hips, exasperated. He wasn't entirely successful.

Kathryn glared at him as she donned the robe, whirling towards the
replicator as she did. "Computer, kindly replicate some *clothes* for
the Inspector."

"That function has been suspended." The voice was condescending,
nasal... and distinctly Q.

Janeway closed her eyes tightly and rubbed her temples. Wonderful.

"A friend of yours, I gather?" Kashyk was smirking at her.

Kathryn snorted. "Hardly. *Q*!!"

"Kathy, I'm *wounded*!" Q winked into the room, also dressed in a
bedsheet. "I really thought that you and I had parted on better terms
than that." He began to pace, hands behind his back. "You've not been
yourself lately. You're irritable. You've ignored your basic needs."
He stopped and extended one arm towards Kashyk. "I, the immortal Q,
present you with the perfect solution!"

"*What??*"

Q continued. "No messy relationship to deal with, no emotional
complications, no strings attached. Just someone who can screw you
through the floor. Then I'll send him back to his ship."

Kashyk preened, looking rather proud of himself.

"Neither of you leaves this room until you've complied with my
request." Q winked out, and his disembodied voice lingered in the
cabin. "Kathy, you *need* this."

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"He can wait forever, you know."

Janeway crossed her arms stubbornly. How could Kashyk manage to look
so damned confident and superior while dressed in only a sheet?

"So can I."

Kashyk came closer, standing behind her. He fingered the neckline of
her gown.

"Well, *I* certainly don't intend to."

"You're going to force me." It wasn't a question.

"Would it be so bad?" He grasped her chin between his thumb and
forefinger, forcing her to look up at him. "This way, you won't have
to wrestle with your ethics afterwards. You can tell yourself that you
didn't *want* this, that it was out of your control."

"I *don't* want this."

He brought his face close to hers. "I don't believe you," he said
quietly. He shrugged out of the sheet and let it drop to the floor,
his erection once again straining, pointing directly upwards.

Kathryn forced herself to keep her eyes locked with his. "I'll resist
you."

A look of anticipation played across Kashyk's face. "Oh, I do hope
so." Then his mouth descended on hers ferociously, and he crushed her
roughly against him.

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"Captain's Log, supplemental. Q has once again disrupted Voyager... "
Kathryn stopped, trying to decide on appropriate wording for her log
entry. Actually, Q had not interfered with shipboard operations or
their trip home at all, had he? She turned her chair towards the
viewport and watched the stars stream past her ready room window. Did
she really need to make an entry? After all, she was the only one that
was even aware of Q's visit, and she wasn't inclined to tell anyone
the details.

Especially since Q had been right.

"Computer, cancel log entry." Kathryn leaned back in her chair and
smiled.

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The End