The BLTS Archive- An Alleviation of Suspicion by Karen (CP4Karen@aol.com) --- Disclaimer: Paramount owns them. I imply no copyright infringement. c1999 Karen /s --- "Yep, it's inside. Shit. They've spotted us." "There is not yet cause for alarm, Ensign. This is a public park." "Yeah. A public park with a unmarked government laboratory in the middle of it." "Correct. However, we are supposedly not cognizant of that fact. We are simply off-worlders admiring the Mak'Randanii Botanical Gardens." "Ri-ight. Off-worlders whose ship just happens to be missing its warp field generator. Umm, Tuvok? You think they always point laser rifles at the tourists?" "One would hope not. Step closer, Mr. Paris. I shall point out this rather interesting variety of succulent." "Fascinating, Tuvok. It's a bald cactus. At least ours ha-- ... what the fuck did you kiss me for?!" "As you stated, the guards have become aware of our presence. I am merely trying to alleviate their suspicion." "Well, warn a fella next time." "Mr. Paris..." "Tuvok, I don't think they're going to buy us being lovers if they hear you calling me *Mr. Paris*." "Thomas." "Yes?" "I will call you Thomas." "Oh. OK. Most people call me Tom, but from you, Thomas works. In fact-- Mmmmph. ...Gods, I told you to warn me when you were going to do that. Ohhhhh...." "Yes. This location should be sufficient." "For what? A public groping? Wait-- Tuvok! Oh, gods..." "I am simply matching our actions to those of the other visitors initiating sexual contact... ... ...Thomas, I believe that this would be simpler if you allowed me to remove your clothing without your assistance." --- "Oh, shit, where'd you learn that? Ohhh, gods....Tuvo-- Damn! At least let me help with your-- Faster...please." "Shhhh, gently, Thomas. I will not risk harming you in our haste to join." "Such a sweet talker, you are....Gods, Tuvok, please..." "You are not yet sufficiently prepared, T'h--, Thomas. I will not deliberately cause you pain." "Ohhhh..." --- "Wow." "Wow, indeed." "I think we lulled the guards suspicions. In fact, I wouldn't be surprised if they're off somewhere lulling each other after that performance." "Thomas?" "Tricorder says there are no other lifesigns between here and the lake. Oh well, c'mon. That generator isn't going to rescue itself... ...I think this boot is yours." "Not unless I have three feet. Thomas, one moment... Please." "Yeah?" "I was sincere in my comment. I found our coupling extremely pleasurable. I believe--" "I did too, Tuvok, but Captain Janeway is going to have *both* our asses if we don't do what we were sent here for." "A little alacrity would be in order." "Umm, Tuvok, I would like to talk tonight, back on the ship?" "I think that would be wise under the circumstances." "Mmmmaybe uh, dinner?" "If you wish." "Great." "You are amused." "Only at the circumstances, not the company. Ready?" "Always." "Good Gods, was that a joke?" "Not necessarily." "Oh. Uh, here, hold this while I... ...eh, voila! Entrez-vous, monsieur." "Merci." "Wow. That's two. You relax much more and Janeway will accuse me of bringing back a clone." "My behavior will remain unchanged towards the rest of the crew, Thomas." "That's what you think, now. You'll slip up. Next thing you know, you'll be snorting milk through your nose when Ayala cracks some joke." "I can assure you that will never happen." "I don't know. You forget that we all saw a very unexpected side to you after you were injured. It was after a long talk with Neelix that I first began to hope-- All right! According to the tricorder, we have one slightly used warp field generator just behind that door...and no guards." "Curious. There seems to be no protection of any kind for this room." "Maybe they don't realize just what they've got?" "Perhaps. Phasers on heavy stun as a precaution, Mr. Paris." --- "Well done, gentlemen. B'Elanna already has the generator re-installed and tested. I've spoken to our friends on Mak'Ran and they assure me that they have no idea who would have the technology to come aboard our ship and take anything without our knowledge, much less then hide the stolen property in a government lab." "Captain, I find that a bit hard to believe." "That's the story they are sticking to, Mr. Paris. And since we have the supplies we need *and* the generator safely back in engineering, we're going to let the issue slide." "That would probably be the wisest avenue to take due to the fact that we still have no idea how they boarded Voyager in the first place." "As much as I hate to, I am forced to agree, Mr. Tuvok. Well! I have a ship to run and you two are off duty until 0800 tomorrow." "Captain, I would prefer to remain on the bridge until Voyager has safely exited the Mak system." "I appreciate the sentiment, Mr. Tuvok, but it isn't necessary. Both of you, go get some rest and...perhaps showers would be in order. If you'll excuse me?" --- "Fuck." "Fuck, indeed." --- The End