The Fourth Estate
A Word From the Mistress: Well, gentle readers, we have reached
the end of this part of Voyager’s journey. I have learned a lot from the
travels, and I am grateful for all that it has given me. I have made
incredible friends that have inspired or shared amazing adventures. I have
even had career paths open that were most unexpected. And I am very grateful
for the praise and encouragement that has come from my wonderful readers.
While the loose ends in the series finale are tied up to my satisfaction
with this chapter and the epilogue, you will hear from the crew of Voyager
from time to time. Their voices are too strong to remain silent in my head.
I hope you will pop in for a visit then. Enjoy!
Captain's Personal Log:
“You’ve changed, Dr. Bashir,” I observed casually.
I didn’t know why the thought popped into my head. At that moment, I was
fighting the exhaustion clawing at me. Despite my bravado, it was impossible
to rest with nearly all of Starfleet following close by. Since arriving at
Deep Space Nine, I was also keenly aware that Chakotay was waiting a few
decks below. I had no idea how he felt about all that had happened.
Enterprise only contacted the station to arrange sanctuary. Captain Picard
could not afford to broadcast our plans. Thus, I had no idea what I was
facing with the Commander. I needed his arms desperately, but I feared his
anger. I had no defense against it. It was my foolish trust in the Admiralty
that had brought us to this place and this situation. I could not blame
Chakotay if he did not welcome me.
I could not bear to think about that for the moment. There was a strange
exam to endure. My focus was on the Doctor who had been eyeing me warily
throughout the procedure.
“I have seen a lot of senseless death,” he replied easily.
“That’s apparent in those dark, expressive eyes,” I murmured smiling
at his blush. “But there is something fundamentally changed about your
persona. It’s as if you have learned to be at ease in your own skin.”
Bashir looked at me sharply before a slow, wry smile spread across his lips.
“Dax told me that you were extremely perceptive.”
“Oh? Which Dax?”
Bashir chuckled then. “Both of them actually. Jadzia spoke of your
conversations as delightful skirmishes that led to… where they would
The blush grew deeper turning his tawny skin coppery. He busied himself with
“And Ezri?” I asked.
“She thinks of your exchanges -- even long distance correspondence -- as a
minefield,” he replied. “She drafted that report on Voyager’s mental
health four times before submitting it. She feared it being explosive for
you. Frankly, she feared your wrath.”
“She should have,” I laughed. “It was explosive. And I shall be
forever grateful. But let’s get back to you, evasive Doctor.”
“Very well, Captain. How do you think I’ve changed?”
I considered him as he moved about the room running his tests. “You seem
more comfortable with yourself -- not so eager to please or impress. Were
you freed from some impediment?”
Bashir gaped at me for a moment. He then tapped his findings into a padd
before calling Colonel Kira and informing her that I was cleared.
“I am an Augment, Captain. I had been hiding it for most of my life,” he
replied holding my gaze. He was looking for fear or judgment from my eyes.
He found none.
“You no longer hide,” I said. “Good. The change serves you well.”
“Thank you. It was been a relief,” he replied.
“And where are your enhanced abilities?” I asked. My tone must have been
more feral than I thought. Bashir looked startled then he burst into
“Have mercy, Captain!” He exclaimed. “Since my parents are
responsible, they would have hardly adjusted that. It’s my mind.”
“That’s the best part of a man,” I observed.
“Enough!” he said raising his hands. “Don’t you have a Captain and a
Commander awaiting you?”
“I do, don’t I?”
The Doctor was then observing me closely. He likely sensed my sudden
apprehension at the reception that awaited me.
“Won’t you join me for a drink? Perhaps you can bring your Engineer with
the charming brogue, so he won’t have to lurk in cabinets.”
Bashir’s head whipped around to notice someone halfway under a console. He
glowered at the pair of legs protruding from it.
“Some people think I need protection in my own Sickbay despite my enhanced
abilities,” he quipped ruefully.
“That sounds delightful,” I said. “How long have you been together?”
“Captain!” Bashir exclaimed as the Engineer seemed to hit his head.
“Your crew and… admirers await. And I am certain that the Colonel is
anxious to speak to you.”
I gave a long suffering sigh that made the Doctor laugh. He was right. It
was time to face the music. If only it was music. Picard left me with
assurances that he would be waiting for me when I came down. I could only
hope that for his sake, he did not get in Chakotay’s way.
While Bashir lectured the legs sticking out of the console on personal space
and professional roles, I took a deep breath and relaxed. Then I pulled my
thigh length leather jacket on. I had on a leather skit that went to my mid
calf and black leather knee-hi boots. The shirt was pristine white and silky
soft. The leathers were as well. I felt wonderful in the clothes which made
them effective armor. I thought I looked cool and elegant. Bashir seemed to
think me intimidating when he turned back. Perhaps it was my ever faithful
riding crop. In any case, he seemed relieved to usher me out of Sickbay.
In the corridor, I was once again joined by the strapping Bajoran security
guard who had escorted me from Enterprise.
“Good luck Captain,” Bashir said. “Though I doubt that you need it.”
“Thank you, Doctor. But don’t think our little chat is over,” I
smiled. “I’ll see you at Quark’s.”
He shook his head with a rueful smile. “I have no doubt about that.”
Seven and Icheb were waiting at the turbolift. They were free to go ahead
and join Voyager’s crew on the Promenade, but it appeared that my
beautiful Borg did not want to go too far from me, even to see Chakotay. And
Icheb seemed intent on being near Seven. They both feared being separated.
The relief upon my appearance was clear on both their faces.
Our reunion was brief. The turbolift doors opened and Colonel Kira was
before us in an instant. She had a wicked glint in her beautiful dark eyes
as she considered us.
“You are the most unique group of refugees this station has ever had,”
she quipped. “Certainly the most dangerous.”
“I can’t thank you enough for rolling out the welcome wagon,” I
replied. “I apologize for all the unexpected company.”
“Don’t, Captain. As I told Commander Chakotay, we don’t mind a little
excitement now and then,” she said. “We like tweaking Starfleet’s nose
“We aim to please,” I said dryly.
“Before we get to specific plans, I think you should show your face to
your crew,” Kira said. “They’re all but coming out of their skins.”
“Lead on,” I said with more confidence than I felt.
When we stepped onto the Promenade, my heart was in my throat. There were a
lot of people milling about. No doubt they were curious about the cause of
all the excitement. I spotted Tom and Harry first. They smiled in relief
then started to thread their way through the crowd. I saw others of the
Maquis crew coming over as well. They also looked pleased and relieved.
As we stepped further onto the Promenade, he was in front of us. Chakotay
seemed to appear from nowhere. For a moment he stared at us, then at me. He
was dressed as I last saw him. He was fighting fatigue as hard as I was, but
he looked delicious. Best of all, he looked happy to see me. The fire I saw
in his eyes from the Enterprise’s view screen was not anger. It was
everything I needed.
I never got out the apology. In the next instant, I was pressed against that
beloved body while he kissed me thoroughly. The kiss was possessive and
gently rousing. Still, my toes had curled and my knees were weak by the time
he raised his lips from mine.
His dark eyes drank me in. “Gods… Kathryn…”
I sighed resting my forehead on his shoulder. It was then I realized that I
was still holding Seven’s hand. I tugged her toward us.
“Seven…” Chakotay whispered. Then I felt her pressed into the embrace
as he kissed her as well. She squeezed my hand and I felt her lean heavily
as her knees also failed a little. He then held us both for a long moment
before releasing us.
I could vaguely hear applause as we stepped away from each other. I was lost
in my Commander’s dark eyes. They were misted over with emotion.
“Twenty-four,” he said softly.
I nodded. Chakotay turned from me then to smile at Icheb. Seven’s hand
fell from mine as we turned to greet the rest of the crew. Tom’s impetuous
embrace had me spinning in mid-air as he twirled me twice.
“I take it all is well with B’Elanna and Miral,” I said as he set me
on my feet.
Tom’s expression was soft. “Yes. Gods, Captain. I think you can pull off
I gently stroked his jaw. “I usually have a lot of great help. Let’s
hope we have one more miracle in us.”
Tom nodded then inclined his head to the right. I looked over to find Harry
Kim sheepishly standing nearby. At my pilot’s behest, he stepped forward
with eyes cast down.
“Captain, I am such an idiot…” he began.
“Occasionally,” I replied. “But that makes you a man.”
I took him in my arms and he responded by crushing me to him.
“Forgive me?” He asked in a whisper against my ear.
“Beautiful First One,” I murmured. “Of course… but it will not
“No, it won’t,” he said. “May I kiss your boots?”
“Perhaps. Certainly not here,” I replied as I pulled away. “You should
tend to Tom for now. But keep a log.”
Harry gave me a wicked grin. “I have been.”
I winked at him then turned to find Picard and Crusher nearby staring at me
incredulously. Other members of Enterprise’s bridge crew were about trying
to look like they weren’t staring. Colonel Kira ambled over just then. I
found myself filled with sudden mirth.
“We’re an inordinately close crew,” I said with a shrug. Then I felt
Chakotay’s warmth close behind me. Doctor Crusher’s face grew brighter.
“You must be Commander Chakotay,” she said extending her hand.
“Delighted,” Chakotay said as he leaned forward to shake her hand. He
was not leaving my side.
“Forgive my manners, Chakotay, this is Captain Picard,” I said.
“I’ve heard a great deal about you,” Picard said as they shook hands
-- very firmly.
“As have I,” Chakotay replied smoothly.
The men stared at each other for a long moment. I wondered for an instant
whether they’d whip out their equipment and spray me.
“I know we could all use some stiff refreshment,” Kira said blushing at
her own words. “Let’s go to Quark’s. Most of the plotting for this
region goes on there anyway.”
Wonderful, that’s what every tense social situation needs, alcohol.
We followed the Colonel. The residents and usual visitors of the station
ceased paying attention to us once the kissing was over. I supposed that a
crossroads like that would be used to some fairly strange goings on,
particularly after the war. I was delighted to be ignored. There was heavy
traffic around Quark’s. The line for the holosuites was particularly large
and raucous. It was a mix of horny men with a smattering of strangely
“Peace must be a boon for Mr. Quark,” I observed.
An amused expression crossed Kira’s face while Chakotay remained stoic.
“I understand Quark has a new employee who is proving to be very, very
popular,” Kira said dryly. “And insatiable.”
“Ah… well, good for him,” I said as we took a large round table in a
relatively quiet corner of the room. Chakotay was glued along one side of me
with Seven on the other side of him. Icheb stayed with some of the Maquis
crew who were seated at tables nearby. Picard, Crusher and Riker sat across
from us while Kira was in between the two groups and Data sat across from
her. Quark appeared as soon as we were settled.
“Captain Janeway,” he beamed. “I am delighted to have you. Since your
crew arrived, business couldn’t be better. It’s been so good, in fact,
I’m thinking of opening a b&b section of the bar.”
“Really?’ I said with raised brows. “That must be some employee.”
“You would know,” he replied.
“What’s a b&b?” Kira asked.
“Beer and a blow job or the female equivalent,” I replied. “All
tableside out of sight of other patrons. If the employee is good, no one
aside from the recipient knows what’s happening.”
“So it wouldn’t cause any more problems then that are usually here?”
“It shouldn’t…what do you mean, I should know?”
I scanned the room from my crew then went through a mental inventory of the
faces I saw when I arrived on the Promenade. Then I looked at Chakotay who
had been oddly still.
“Where is the Ensign?” I asked quietly.
“Well, you see, Kathryn…” Chakotay began.
I stood up and in one movement grabbed Quark by the collar and Chakotay by
the arm. “Seven, Kira, Captain, everyone, excuse me for a moment.”
Then I pulled my Commander and shoved Quark into the nearest empty corner.
“Someone had better start talking fast,” I hissed.
“I couldn’t stop her,” Chakotay said. “It might have been her nerves
or something, but she went through everyone on Voyager save for me, Paris
and Kim before we got here. Then, she started taking on people on the
station. Quark’s place keeps her from working the corridors.”
“Her commissions are paying for your docking fees,” Quark said quickly.
“And you have the best suites on the station. She’s happy, everyone
I glared at Chakotay. “You pimped out the Ensign for money!”
“I couldn’t stop her, Kathryn, seriously. I’ve never seen anything
like it,” he replied quickly. “Starfleet wasn’t paying our fees and
the Colonel was already risking so much. I thought it prudent to negotiate a
“Good rate,” Quark muttered. “He should have been a Ferengi. The
Commander is robbing me blind.”
“You’re making it up in volume,” Chakotay retorted.
I let them go stunned. “You’re sure she’s okay with this?”
“Yes, Kathryn. I even had Bashir check her out,” he said. “She’s
fine. Maybe she just found her true calling.”
“Very well,” I said with a sigh.
“Great,” Quark said with relief. “I’m glad that’s straightened
out. Now, if that Seven of Nine would be interested in some side work…”
I grabbed Quark by the collar again. This time I nearly lifted him from the
floor. “Listen to me carefully. Seven of Nine is off limits to you or
anyone else. And if I get wind of any kind of recording of her turning up in
I swung the crop down upon the nearest table and broke it in two. “You
won’t have any holosuites to show them in. And I’ll jerk those ears
off… and not in the fun way. Understood?”
“Yes, Captain!” He squeaked. “I’m both terrified and aroused. How
strange is that?”
“You’re supposed to be,” I snapped. I let him go and turned to find
the whole bar looking at me. I straightened my jacket then returned
gracefully to my table with Chakotay in tow. The action resumed in the rest
of the room.
“So, where were we?” I asked when I settled into my seat.
“I have no idea,” Kira said completely confused.
“You get used to it,” Chakotay assured her.
“If you say so,” she replied. “I’m ordering a double of whatever is
We all joined in that idea and after some quiet imbibing, we proceeded to
the matter hand.
“I do have a plan for forcing the Admiralty and Section 31 to back away
from us, but I’m afraid it would bring down Starfleet,” I said with a
sigh. “Despite my considerable anger at this behavior, I am an officer
first. I don’t want to use a scorched earth policy.”
“What are the alternatives?” Picard asked.
“A Borgified Klignon with a rogue sphere or Q and Q Junior,” I replied
dryly. “But that would mean a scorched solar system with the former and a
scorched quadrant with the latter.”
“Q Junior?” Kira asked.
“Long story,” I replied. “Really long.”
“How much time do you think you have before those ships act?” Picard
“They have to find out how much information I really have,” I replied.
“Then they will make me an offer that will sound truly reasonable. They
will send someone that I trust to bring us back to Earth. Then I suppose it
will be a few months before they arrest us all. I figure it will be four or
five days at the most.”
“You have no hope that they could come to an agreement and abide by it,”
Picard asked sadly.
“No, Captain, I’m out of hope for that,” I replied. “But it may be
that I’m extremely fatigued. At any rate, we will have a few days. I’ll
put in a call to my contacts on Earth and find out what Starfleet is doing.
I’ll make the decision as to whether or not to use my information then.”
“Don’t worry, Captain,” Kira said gently. “We’ve been under siege
for a lot longer than a few days. You and your crew should rest as much as
“I agree,” Picard agreed softly. His gaze was deeply concerned. I felt
Chakotay’s hand grasp my thigh possessively. “There is time to
In that moment, I became aware of just how tired I was. We had much to
discuss though and I felt I should spend some time with our hostess. Thus, I
summoned up enough energy to make some preliminary plans with Kira and
Picard. Then I managed to brightly tell the tale of Seven’s rescue and
playfully refute some of Chakotay’s tall tales.
“Alright, Commander, what was it they gave you to affect your escape?” I
asked. “Seven thought it was a adhesive medical strip. I said it was a
piece of string.”
Chakotay smiled at me and wickedness flashed in his eyes. “It was a
ballpoint pen, a spork and a packet of non-dairy creamer.”
I laughed. “Are they insane? They might as well given you the security
“I’m afraid I don’t understand,” Picard said.
“Commander Chakotay had many past times on Voyager. One of them involved
effecting escapes with a strange collection of innocuous items,” I
“The last time he had non-dairy creamer, he shut down a turbolift for
three days,” Seven said.
“And you make shoes, too,” Crusher said with admiration.
“It seems there is nothing that the Commander can’t do,” Picard
commented over his drink.
Chakotay met his gaze passively. “You’re very kind.”
The moment passed as someone else asked a general question about Voyager’s
Borg enhancements. Eventually, the command table broke up into more informal
groups. Seven moved to sit with Icheb, Harry, Tom and Data. At some point,
Geordi LaForge joined them. Picard, Crusher and Kira remained with Chakotay
and me. Riker got dragged off by Troi at some point. I grew tired of the
spotty drink service and left the men squaring off over inane chit chat to
go to the bar. In truth, I may have been tired of the men squaring off. I
needed some distance.
“Excuse me, Capatin Janeway?” A voice asked behind me as I waited for my
I turned to find a tall, lanky, mocha-skinned young man staring at me with
earnest brown eyes. He had a very familiar face. It struck me just how much
time had passed since I was on that station.
“You’re Jake Sisko, aren’t you?” I asked with a smile. “My, but
“Yes, ma’am,” he replied sheepishly. “I’ve been waiting for a
chance to meet you.”
“Yes, I wanted to thank you,” he said. “You’ve meant a lot to me.”
“You return has given me hope that my father will return someday,” he
I was startled by those sincere, quiet words. I had heard about the
extraordinary disappearance of Benjamin Sisko. Ironically, my experience
with the Caretakers gave me reason to hope as well.
“Your father is a unique soul,” I said. “And there are ways to come
back from even the strangest places in the universe. You should have hope,
but not because of me.”
“I know he is strong enough to return, but it helps to have a tangible
example,” he replied.
“Fair enough,” I said sipping my long awaited drink. “What have you
been up to since last we met? I thought you would be in Starfleet or helping
He smiled. “Starfleet and I weren’t a good fit. I’m actually a writer.
And I do go to Earth once in a while to help at the restaurant.”
“How is your delightful grandfather and his wonderful restaurant?”
“Both are going strong,” Jake replied. “He’s serving live grubs for
the Ferengi’s and other strange foods.”
“You have to give the people what they want,” I replied laughing.
“Creole food would seem pretty strange in some parts of the Delta
“I suppose,” he said. “It’s fun to be there though. There are always
interesting characters around.”
“Is that why you’re still here?” I asked.
He shrugged. “That’s some of it. Deep Space Nine is home mostly. I miss
it when I’m gone.”
“Then, there’s your father.”
“And then there’s my Dad,” he said with a wry smile. “How did we end
up talking about me?”
“Trade secret,” I replied. “Maybe you’ll get more from me the next
He chuckled as I walked away. Midway across the room, Chakotay intercepted
me with a possessive arm around my waist. He resolutely steered me towards
“I’ve said your goodnights,” he rumbled. “You’re dead on your
“It hasn’t been two hours, Commander, let alone 24,” I retorted.
“It’s about your well being, Kathryn,” he replied. “I haven’t seen
you like this since your assimilation was reversed. Humor me.”
“Very well,” I said stifling a yawn. “I suppose I could use the rest.
“She’s with Icheb, Tom and Harry,” he replied. “She wanted Icheb
settled safely before joining us and he wanted to talk to the Enterprise
crew. She’ll be along. We’re safe here.”
“We must be if she felt certain enough to leave my side,” I said.
“Where are we going?”
“We have quarters on Deep Space Nine,” he replied guiding me onto a
turbolift. “A benign house arrest of sorts.”
“Makes sense. Who’ll bring Seven to our quarters?”
“Tom and Harry. Stop worrying.”
We exited the turbolift after a few levels. Chakotay stopped in front of a
door in the middle of that level. Guards were discreetly placed at
intervals. I supposed it was as much to protect us from intruders as to keep
us from an unscheduled departure.
The inside of our quarters was far from a cell. It was an opulently
appointed suite for a space station. This was the sort of room used for a
visiting diplomat or envoy of some importance.
“This is some house arrest,” I said.
“Our part of the Ensign’s royalties provided an upgrade,” he replied
with an unrepentant smirk. “Aside from the king sized bed, the bathroom
has real water in the shower.”
“Bless you,” I sighed finally putting down my long drained cocktail
I was expecting a kiss. I really needed his kiss. But Chakotay surprised me.
Instead, he gently but resolutely stripped every stitch from my body and his
own. He looked at me for long moment. His eyes were full of emotion, yet he
still did not try to kiss me. Again, I was surprised when he pulled me into
the well appointed bathroom.
When he pulled me into the shower stall under a pounding hot spray, I got
angry. He was holding me loosely against him so the spray was pounding my
upper back and shoulders. I tried to push away from him as I glared up into
“You think I’m… I’m… unclean!” I exclaimed in an instant fury.
My tirade was cut off by the kiss I had been craving. Chakotay seized me by
the arms and claimed my mouth hotly. The kiss was hungry and angry and
completely possessive. I could only fight the feelings he ignited in me for
a moment before I moaned helplessly against his mouth and leaned heavily
“I know he is on you,” he whispered above my lips. “I just had to look
in his eyes to know. But I don’t worry about that. You will forget his
touch soon enough.”
My retort was cut off by a searing kiss. My knees nearly buckled under the
heat of it. “He’s quite the elegant gentleman, isn’t he? But I know
you, Kathryn. I’ll push him out of your mind as soon as I push into
He was an arrogant bastard, but at that moment I wondered why he wasn’t
making good on that promise. I was more than ready. However, despite the
want in his eyes, he pulled back and again put me under the hard spray of
“I have you here because I know by the way you are holding your head that
you’re in pain and unlikely to sleep well even after I’ve finished
having you,” he murmured.
I groaned as Chakotay began to massage my shoulders. The water was helping
and his hands were easing the tension and pain I had been carrying since
everything had been taken from me. And when he finished soothing me,
Chakotay lathered me from head to toe. My whole body tingled as the water
rinsed everything down the drain.
By then, the lathering and soothing had turned to caressing. Wordlessly his
fingers roamed over my skin gently. But I wasn’t in the mood for
gentleness. I pressed my lips to his demanding his kiss as I canted my hips
to brush his hardness. Chakotay grunted into my mouth. He bent his knees to
grasp one of my thigh urging me to hook it around his waist. I moaned at the
thought and did one better. I leveraged up against him to wrap my legs
around his waist. My back hit the warm, wet tiles as he grasped my bottom to
support me then shoved his way inside.
He stilled for a long moment just staring at me through half lidded eyes. I
was fighting back a sudden sting of tears. I had truly feared never feeling
him fill me again.
“You were ready for me,” he rasped.
“Always,” I breathed. “Now, move.”
“Yes, ma’am,” Chakoay growled with a feral smile.
He moved in short powerful strokes at an angle that was certain to send me
over as quickly as possible. Considerate even when in the throes of passion,
that was my Commander. The man knew how close I was to the end of my
reserves. I kept up with him as best I could, but it didn’t take long
before I was overwhelmed. My completion hit me in a powerful wave making me
cry out his name. I could barely hold on when I felt him stiffen then growl
in my ear.
Things were very fuzzy after that. Chakotay must have dried me off before
putting me to bed, because I was warm and comfy under the blanket. I was on
my stomach with his wonderful, warm weight half on my body and one leg over
mine. An arm rested across my back. The Commander was clearly staking his
claim over me and I couldn’t think of a good reason to object. Heavy sleep
fell upon me and I felt truly at ease for the first time in a long while.
It seemed only an instant passed before I was being tugged from sleep by
“You won’t disturb her if you get into bed,” Chakotay hissed. From the
movement, I could tell he had Seven by some extremity but she was resisting
his pull on her. She said something about sleeping in Icheb’s room. That
was just silly, but I couldn’t clear my head enough to voice a real
“…ev…aaaa,” l mumbled into my pillow.
“See, she wants you to stay,” Chakotay replied.
I wasn’t even sure I had said that, but it didn’t matter. I just wanted
them to be quiet and go to sleep or have sex and then be quiet and go to
“Chakotay, I don’t think… ummph…”
The bed dipped then. I opened one eye to find that Chaktoay had rolled on
top of Seven was busily removing her clothes. That required my opening the
other eye. He had her undressed in an instant wand was kissing her
relentlessly. She ceased her struggles almost immediately and returned the
kiss with matching passion. Chakotay broke the kiss to gaze at her for a
“That’s more like it,” he murmured. “It’s time you got over that
I could tell that Seven was about to give an indignant reply, but Chakotay
was pushing into her as he took her mouth again. All she could muster was an
indignant grunt before she started moaning with abandon. It was a rough,
intense ride that had Seven thrashing and crying out in short order. The
bastard meant to exhaust us both. I caught the smug look on his handsome
face as he kissed the nearly unconscious woman. He pulled her to half lay on
his back as he was on mine. I fell asleep with all of our limbs entwined.
Admittedly, I was ecstatic to be a triad once again, but my Commander needed
to be reminded of the order of things.
I awoke first. It was 0700 according to the clock on the wall. I felt much
better. My head was clearer and I didn’t have the achiness in my body that
I had had over the past few days. Sometime in the night, we had
repositioned. Chakotay was on his back with Seven and me half on top of him.
He was completely relaxed in sleep. He was absolutely delicious.
“He still seems powerful, even while reposed,” Seven said softly.
I hadn’t realized she awoke. She looked yummy as well with her hair all
mussed and her lips still bruised.
“Yes, he does,” I admitted.
“However, he is insufferable,” she muttered. “I find his certainty of
my responses unacceptable.”
I laughed softly. “As do I. I’ve tried to beat it out of him, but that
just doesn’t work.”
“How do you tolerate it?”
My smile was a wicked one. “By always managing to do something he won’t
expect. I have some silk scarves in my bag by the windows.”
Chakotay woke with a start. It was probably the air blowing across his
nether regions or that he figured out that he was trussed up spread eagle.
We gave him just enough time to assess his predicament before Seven
straddled his face.
“Cunnilingus will commence,” she announced. That brought his erection to
full attention. I straddled his hips and mounted that lovely hardness until
I was filled. He moaned loudly which Seven silenced with a smack along his
side. He couldn’t move his body, so the ride was mine to control. I rode
slowly while Seven leaned back against me offering her lovely breasts to
play with. Chakotay could see that, of course and he certainly could feel
me. I took pity on him only after I’d driven myself nearly crazy hovering
just at the point of climax. I tightened my hold on him and felt his release
as I reached mine. Seven came for what seemed like forever. I worried that
Chakotay might literally drown in her. He didn’t, but he was a drippy mess
when he pulled us into the shower. He had a smirk, but it was much more
goofy than smug. And the love and gratitude shining in his dark eyes was
touching to see. Seven gave me a glance indicating that the lesson was well
learned and likely to be repeated. We sought out breakfast with high spirits
and ravenous appetites.
“Commander Data wishes to explore variant sexual practices with me,”
Seven said casually as the turbolift took us to the Promenade. “If that is
permissible with both of you.”
“The android?” Chakotay asked.
“He claims to be fully functional,” she replied.
“I can’t say I’ve ever done that before,” I replied. “I don’t
have a problem with it.”
“I have no problem,” Chakotay said with a shrug. “He’s a machine.
It’s not like he’ll want to keep you like some of the Enterprise command
“Chakotay, you are imagining things,” I said. “The Captain understands
that I have commitments elsewhere.”
“I saw his expression when I left the table to take you away,” he
replied wryly. “That man is giving no quarter where you’re concerned. I
feel sorry for Doctor Crusher.”
I looked at my Commander in exasperation to find he was serious. He had to
be wrong. I was certain that I made my feelings clear. Even if I hadn’t,
our very public kiss should have.
“I am not encouraging him, Chakotay,” I said.
“I know you don’t play those kinds of games, Kathryn,” he said with a
reassuring smile. “But he has been your rescuer. He still thinks he has to
rescue you. This time, it’s from me.”
I sighed. “If that is the case, I will take care of it.”
“No,” Chakotay said. “I will.”
I didn’t like that tone. “Oh, no you won’t, mister. We need all the
allies we can get. I’ll handle it. Seven, you have fun with Mr. Data but
keep a log.”
Seven looked completely confused and a little worried by the whole
conversation, but she nodded in agreement.
“Everything will be fine, Seven,” Chakotay said with a wry smile. “We
just have to work out some boundaries.”
She frowned but nodded. “Very well. I shall proceed while there is a lull
in our conflict.”
Breakfast was a surprisingly normal event. Per prior arrangement with Seven,
Icheb met us for the meal in Foodcourtia, just off the Promenade. He had
already been up for a couple of hours getting a tour of the station from
Miles O’Brien, Bashir’s lurking engineer. Icheb seemed almost as excited
about what he’d learned on the station as he had on Enterprise. I went up
to the counter.
“Welcome to Shloogorghs! I am Gashloog! How may I take your order?”
Tom and Harry were there as well. Both of them looked well sated. Harry had
the most intriguing hickey on his neck near the juncture of his shoulder. At
my inquisitive look, Tom surreptitiously slid a padd across the table to me
as Icheb prattled on.
“What’s on your agenda for today,” I asked Tom.
He colored slightly. “Dad’s been trying to call since we arrived. I’d
been avoiding him until you got here. I thought you’d like to take the
call with me.”
“I certainly would.”
“So would I,” Chakotay said intently.
“After I speak to him, I would like to debrief the crew,” I said. “I
don’t know how reassuring I can be, but they need to know what’s going
“I’ll get them together later today,” Chakotay said.
“We should probably do it on the Promenade or in Quark’s. I don’t want
to make the Colonel nervous about our attempting to leave,” I said.
We had an amicable breakfast amidst the bustle of the station’s visitors
and crew. I told them about the apartment prompting Tom to inquire about the
neighborhood and the possibility of similar places. For a while, we fell
into making post Deep Space Nine plans. Though the conversation was relaxed
and very pleasant, it pricked my anger once again. The people with me had
worked hard and suffered through too much to not be given their due.
Four of us went to Harry and Tom’s quarters to make the call. Seven was
left to her own pursuits and Icheb to continue his explorations. Harry had
been reluctant to go, but he had not really spoken to B’Elanna nor really
seen the baby since the arrests. I told them that they couldn’t hide
forever. It wasn’t like Admiral Paris could get any more upset. At least,
I hoped not. His head might explode.
B’Elanna was relieved to see me and very happy to see Harry. She looked
far better than she had just after Miral’s birth. It was good to know that
she was eating well and resting. The baby slept in her arms looking like an
“You two are beautiful,” I smiled.
“Thank you, Captain,” she replied. “We’re doing just fine. But I
wish she would sleep when everyone else does. Hello Tom, Harry.”
“Hey,” Harry managed to say with all the grinning. “You look…
Torres laughed. “You need to get out more. Are you two okay?”
“We hanging in,” Tom said. “We miss you both. The Captain has some
ideas for a place in San Francisco with enough room for everyone.”
“We’ll need a soundproofed room,” she sighed looking at her daughter.
“How loud can she be?” Tom asked.
“You have no idea,” she said with a chuckle. “She got lungs from both
sides of her family.”
The trio chatted for a little while before B’Elanna looked reluctantly
over her shoulder. She said a melancholy goodbye to her men then surrendered
the line to her father-in-law.
The Admiral looked tired. Though I was unsure whether it was the mess he’d
helped create or his granddaughter that caused the fatigue, I took
satisfaction in it. I hoped all of Starfleet Command was having sleepless
“Good morning, Tom, Kathryn,” he said solemnly.
“What do you have to tell us, Dad?” Tom asked.
Owen Paris sighed. “This is beyond the Admiralty’s grasp. Whatever
occurred to free your people has Starfleet Intelligence involved. They are
claiming that you are in the grips of a psychotic paranoia and to be
considered extremely dangerous.”
“And what about Enterprise?”
“Enterprise? What about Enterprise?” He asked looking genuinely
“I had a little help from my friends freeing my people,” I replied.
“How are they explaining that?”
“They aren’t,” Admiral Paris said weakly. “How extraordinary.”
“That’s a word for it, I suppose,” I replied dryly.
“Kathryn, your ship and Enterprise are in incredible danger. What are you
going to do?” He demanded.
“I appreciate your concern, Owen,” I said with a smile. “But you’ve
given me a bit of good news. Whatever Starfleet Intelligence has planned to
get themselves out of their mess, has to involve the flagship and her crew.
That will take some time to arrange. We have some maneuvering room.”
“I have no idea what you mean,” he said.
“I’m saying try not to worry,” I replied. “Talk to your son and
Harry. I’ll be in touch soon.”
With that, I tugged Chakotay from the room. I heard Admiral Paris ask about
Harry’s presence in the conversation as we walked out the room. I could
hear him shout ‘what’ through the bulkhead. I couldn’t help but
chuckle. Chakotay looked grim as we walked through the corridors en route to
“Now they lie to each other,” Chakotay muttered. “How can you care if
any of it is left standing?”
“You know that there are many good and hard working people in Starfleet,
Chakotay,” I replied. “I can’t even say that what was done was
entirely malevolent. It was deeply misguided, but between the threat of the
Borg and the Dominion War, I can see why it happened.”
“Maybe, but how do we keep them from doing more in this misguided effort
they so deeply believe in?” Chakotay asked.
“I need to talk to Barrows,” I replied as we reached the Promenade.
“And to Picard.”
We didn’t have to go far to find Captain Picard. He and Riker were having
coffee in a café in Foodcourtia. The way they were scanning the crowds, I
sensed they were looking for me. The way Picard’s eyes lit up when he saw
me, I knew I was right. I also realized, with a little dread, that Chakotay
was right as well. He looked on me like I was some fragile damsel in need of
I took the seat across from him that he offered, but Chakotay stood behind
me. I didn’t protest the blatant show of possessiveness. Picard took it in
stride leaning in to speak with me and look into my eyes.
“Enterprise has received three distress calls in the last twelve hours,”
Picard said quietly. “All of them were legitimate. All of them would take
us quite a distance from here. All a little more than suspicious with that
many ships available between us and the disasters.”
“I should tell you before you go any further, Admiral Paris informed me
that there is no report of your involvement in the rescue of Seven and
Icheb,” I said.
“Why wouldn’t they mention that?” Riker asked.
“Our involvement would be difficult to explain if they are trying to
discredit Voyager and her crew,” Picard replied.
“Drawing us away would give them a chance to isolate you,” Riker said.
“Yes, but I can’t ask you to ignore legitimate calls for help,” I
said. “You and your people have already risked enough.”
“We are still on a rescue call,” Picard said. “My command staff agreed
“That’s very kind of them,” I said with a smile.
“Our crew was really impressed with Voyager,” Riker said. “They’re
so unflappable and optimistic.”
“And all dedicated to you,” Picard said warmly.
“To us both, actually,” I said. “The Commander and I have always
worked in tandem.”
“Of course,” the Captain replied.
I felt Chakotay give me an appreciative squeeze on my shoulders.
“What happens now?” Riker asked.
“I have to get hold of my contacts on Earth,” I replied. “I need to
find out what, if anything, the Federation Council has been told. And I need
to talk to my crew. That will likely consume most of the day. I’ll check
back with you at 1800 hours.”
Picard accepted that, but I could tell he wasn’t happy. I didn’t have
time to referee between him and Chakotay. To the casual observer, it may
have looked like I was running, but at that moment, I didn’t care. Picard
knew what I was doing, but he was far too much of a gentleman to refuse to
let me leave gracefully.
The rest of the day was spent talking to the Maquis crew. I caught them in
small groups and told them what I knew and what I expected. My information
and outlook was bleak, but they reacted with their usual courage. Most of
them were of the opinion that there was no way that they would be betrayed
at home. Their sentiments buoyed my spirits. Even Chakotay seemed less dour
by the time we reached our quarters.
Seven was nowhere in sight, but there was a padd in the center of the bed.
“She’s off with Icheb exploring the station and will meet us at
dinner,” I read. “She left us an account of her session with Commander
Chakotay shrugged. “I’m game.”
I hooked the padd into a monitor and we settled onto the bed.
Seven of Nine Sexual Activity Report:
Following an initial enquiry from Cmdr. Data, I scheduled time for an
appropriate sado- masochistic ritual, allowing additional time for
copulation if required. Seeing that Kathryn would be involved with either
official functions or copulating with one of her lovers, I contacted Cmdr.
Data and we arranged to meet in his quarters on Enterprise.
Human interaction can be unnecessarily complex, especially in sexual
matters, so I found the Commander’s directness refreshing. He stood
motionless inside the door, a curious expression on his face and an erection
in his pants.
“I felt it would be important to activate my emotion chip for the
experience,” he said.
“This may cause occasional outbursts of inappropriate behavior. Please
accept my apologies.”
“That is unnecessary,” I replied. “That is why I will be using
I replicated graphite composite shackles and an air wrench. Within moments I
had him bolted to the bulkhead. Once secured I grabbed both sides of his
tunic and shredded them in my hands. The rest of his garments soon followed.
I paused for a moment to weigh his synthetic penis in my hands before
discarding it. It bobbed back and forth between the forces of gravity and
Data had a question. “The purpose of this technique is to demonstrate your
control over me?”
“It is essential that you understand my control before any further erotic
activity may commence.”
“I shall comply.” He strained against the bulkhead with considerable
effort. Lacking leverage, he was unable to loosen his bonds. “You have
succeeded in securing me. I am now completely at your disposal.”
“The next phase would be to increase the erotic factor.”
90% of male Voyager crewmembers respond sexually to my body. In particular,
my breasts have proven to be a powerful stimulant. To that end, I removed
the top of my clothing, allowing the Commander careful inspection of them.
For additional effect, I squeezed both between my hands. Gravity lost its
battle with desire. I removed the rest of my garments, allowing him to view
my posterior with equal consideration. Data’s positronic brain searched
for the correct physiological response and settled for a gulp. I strode to
him, allowing my erect nipples to move within half a centimeter of his
“The process of sensual escalation is applied in a rhythm between pleasure
I struck him hard across his face. “My eyes are up here.”
“I am sorry. Please forgive me.”
His expression showed a surprise and a deference I had rarely seen before. I
grasped his penis and begin stroking it sensually.
“You are responding within acceptable parameters. You will be allowed to
He seemed relieved, but did not respond. I crushed his testicles in my hand.
“What is the proper reply?” I asked.
“Yes, Mistress,” he gasped.
I released his testicles and sucked his nipples. I unscrewed the Commander
from the bulkhead and laid him face down over his table before re-securing
“I shall now engage in a study of your response to a variety of stimuli.
You may be assured that this will hurt you more than it will hurt me.”
I tested 67 different combinations of implements and applications on his
posterior. To increase the accuracy of my evaluation, I programmed the main
display in his cabin to indicate the activity levels in his main processor.
The skin showed a surprising sensitivity to small differences in sensation.
An open palm proved more effective than a closed one. Subtle strokes also
provided strong responses, but blowing across his skin caused extreme
agitation and a 60% drop in his erection. Vigorous stimulation of his penis
and lips with my tongue were required before the analysis could proceed.
Obviously this particular activity had a strong negative association for the
Commander. I made a note to discuss this with him at a later date.
Looking about his quarters, I discovered a violin case.
“Are you skilled with this instrument?”
Commander Data craned with difficulty to see what I was examining. “My
studies have been extensive. While many casual listeners find my acumen
competent, several experienced performers have observed that my execution
‘lacks soul.’ Since the acquisition of my emotion chip, I have
I opened the case and removed the bow. “I will whip you with this
implement. Will that cause any emotional distress?”
Data considered my question carefully. “Do you intend to allow it to be
“Then you may proceed.”
Recognizing the difficulty the Commander was having in observing the
proceedings, I detached his head and placed it on the coffee table, being
sure that all the neural transmissions between brain and body were
maintained. I gave him 59 strokes; beating him until the monitor indicated
that he was becoming numbed to the experience. I set the bow aside by its
case and replicated a glass of water.
“Am I boring you Commander?” I asked before taking a sip.
“While I appreciate any opportunity to experience new sensations, I must
admit that it is not proving as rewarding as intercourse.”
“That is understandable. Very few individuals can achieve orgasm purely
through such stimuli.”
“Than we appear to have reached a conclusion. Unless of course, you wish
to engage in copulation.”
I examined his anus. The operational data I could find indicated that he did
not need to excrete solid waste. I lubricated my fingers with my vaginal
fluids and inserted them inside. There was an immediate spike on the
monitor. I found it curious that Dr. Soong would construct an android with
such a superfluous feature. Why and when did he plan Data to use it?
“Copulation will now commence.”
I removed the Commander’s penis, again taking care to retain the necessary
feedback systems. I first lubricated it with a vigorous application to my
vagina. Its size, atypical for human standards, was quite sufficient for my
own needs. However, I removed it before orgasm, as this was not the reason I
had inserted it.
It took only a moment to replicate a harness. I inserted it into Commander
Data’s anus and began thrusting. I copied the strokes Chakotay would use
with me during anal intercourse. Data continued to ask questions during the
process. The Mistress would have gagged a subject under these circumstances,
but since he had asked for the session as a learning exercise, I allowed him
to continue unhindered. Eventually, I found his question disruptive to my
maintaining a proper rhythm, so I disconnected his vocal processor.
I tracked his progress on the monitor all the way to orgasm. Although unable
to speak, his face was contorted in pleasure as he peaked. I am unsure what
he used for ejaculate, but it was the correct color and density.
I removed his penis and took off the harness. My thighs were slick. I needed
to achieve orgasm. I picked up the Commander’s head and reactivated his
voice. He gasped.
“Are you programmed for cunnilingus?” I asked.
“I am programmed,” he panted. “In multiple techniques.”
“Excellent. Select your best and get to work.” I reclined in his chair
and pressed his face between my thighs.
His technique was more than adequate and within four minutes he brought me
to orgasm. I screamed, pressing his lips even closer against my body.
Afterwards I placed his head back on the desk. I cleaned my self and
redressed. I loosened the restraints on the Commander and checked my hair.
“You can reassemble yourself?”
“Yes,” he replied. “If I may ask, why not reassemble me yourself?”
“This is consistent with the tenor of the encounter.”
As much as possible for a disembodied head, the Commander shrugged. “That
seems appropriate. Thank you for the opportunity. I look forward to
discussing the subject with you further at a later date.”
“As would I. Good afternoon, Commander.”
Chakotay and I blinked at the screen then gaped at each other.
“She took his head off,” Chakotay said in dismay.
“Both of them,” I said.
Chakotay shuddered then absently rubbed his neck. I laughed at him.
“I’m certain you have nothing to worry about. She knows yours aren’t
detachable,” I said.
He shook his head with a rueful smile. “Do you want to find Seven and have
“I think I’ll look at Harry and Tom’s log then relax a little,” I
said. “It’s tiring to be the center of attention every waking moment.”
“Should I stay?”
I smiled at my smoldering lover. “It’s tempting, but you should find
Seven and spend time with her. I don’t want her to feel left out,
especially not now.”
“Hmmm, are you sure?”
“Yes, I’ll be fine,” I replied. “It’s safe enough here to rest.
I’ll be waiting.”
I took off my clothes and put on my robe then poured myself a glass of wine.
The padd was a copy for me. Another was made for Torres. The note that came
with it said ‘so you won’t forget.’ It was a different kind of scene
for them. Harry was the initiator. Tom seemed fragile and needy. They
didn’t undress for a long time because of the long, slow kisses that kept
distracting them. Harry kept holding Tom’s fair face in his hands to kiss
him. He then kissed Tom’s entire body while slowly arousing him. My First
One brought Tom to climax with that lush, beautiful mouth and had no thought
for his own satisfaction.
Afterward, Harry tried to hold his lover, but Tom would not allow that. He
rolled onto his side pulling one knee up to his chest while beckoning to
Harry to have him. It was an irresistible plea, but Harry still took great
care. He carefully prepared Tom then took him with absolute gentleness. My
pilot was hard again by the time he’s begged Harry to start moving. Tom
came again by the time Harry stiffened and gasped his own climax. I was wet
by then, but I was also moved by their tenderness. They were blissful dozing
in each others’ arms as the account ended.
“As if I could forget them,” I sighed. It would be more likely that they
would drift from me first.
I sought my own release then fell asleep. Not much time had passed when I
heard a rustling in the room. I wondered why Chakotay was creeping around,
so I opened one eye. Then the other eye flew open at what I was seeing.
There stood Will Riker naked by my bed with a rose clenched in his teeth. I
sat up on the bed and reached for the riding crop.
“Have you lost your mind?” I demanded. “I didn’t travel a
quadrillion miles to look at another man’s gizmo!”
Seven came in the room then. She gaped at Riker who’d gone to attention
down below. She wasn’t impressed. I couldn’t blame her.
“What are you doing here without permission?” She demanded. “Have you
the brain worms?”
The next think the Commander knew he was hog tied with my silk scarves. I
was pacing back and fourth muttering.
“What do we do with him?” I asked out loud.
“Remove his head and fill it with salted nuts,” Seven muttered.
“Creative, but extreme,” I said. “I know. Janeway to Bashir.”
“Bashir here, what can I do for you, Captain?”
“I’ll spare you having that drink and talk for a favor from your Mr.
O’Brien,” I said.
“He’s right here.”
“Of course he is,” I smiled.
“What can I do for you, Captain?” O’Brien said.
“I hear from Captain Picard that you are one transporter wiz…” I said.
I heard later that Deanna Troi was not as irritated about Riker’s turning
up naked on the Bridge during her watch. It was the phrase ‘and don’t
come back’ scrawled on his torso that prompted her not to help him get
untied or find clothing until he got back to his quarters. Why she started
talking to him again, I’ll never know.
The clock read 2300 hours when I finally set out of our quarters. Somehow I
was able to finish my nap. I found a note on paper torn from Chakotay’s
journal on the pillow next to my head. Chakotay and Seven were in Quark’s
with Harry and Tom. They hadn’t the heart to wake me. I could join them if
I wanted. I found that I wanted to.
Dressing was simple. I put on a black wrap dress and boots. I was ready in
moments and on the near empty Promenade moments after that. I found Captain
Picard waiting at the turbolifts.
“I was coming to check on you,” he said by way of explanation.
“I fell asleep,” I said. “I suppose I’m still tired.”
“You should be resting,” he said. “I’m glad that you are.”
“Jean-Luc, there is no need to check up on me. I’m quite steady on my
feet now,” I said.
“I find that I like looking after you,” he murmured as we started for
“The woman you’ve been watching over is not really me,” I said gently.
“I am Mistress Janeway and I am reclaiming my life. This life is far too
complicated for a wonderfully stable man like you.”
“I don’t know that I can agree,” he replied.
“You should trust the Mistress,” Chakotay said from behind us. “She
knows her own mind.”
Where had he come from? Had he been hiding in a planter? Where was Seven?
“I don’t mean to imply otherwise. I merely mean that I have more mettle
for complications than might be believed,” he said. “And that you have
more of a choice.”
I would have barked out loud laughing at all the choice of flesh I had, but
Chakotay was coming to a boil.
“Jean-Luc, Chakotay, I will not have any feuding over me -- not unless it
involves wrestling, nudity and flavored oil,” I muttered. “I have too
much on my plate right now.”
Both men were still eyeing each other with set jaws when Doctor Crusher
exited the bar looking highly irritated. She grew more vexed upon taking in
the tableau in the corridor. The next thing any of us knew she had plastered
herself against Picard so most onlookers wouldn’t know she had grabbed him
by his nether region and apparently fondled him.
“I’ve had enough of this. You’re coming with me right now,” she said
in a low voice. “Or I’ll drag you back by this.”
She gave a tug for emphasis. Picard was stunned by her behavior. He was also
aroused. In the end, he gave a short nod then turned to leave. Crusher
winked at me as she whisked him away.
“It’s simple, but it always works,” I said with a shrug. “They’ll
have a nice time”
Chakotay raised a brow. “Have you been tutoring the good Doctor?”
“Just a few pointers. She has a lot of natural talent,” I replied. “So
we can leave them to their evening and get on with ours.”
Chakotay smiled and truly relaxed. I hadn’t known how concerned he was
about Picard until just then. It was flattering from such an arrogant
bastard. I shook my head. He always managed to surprise me.
When we left Quark’s it was, as my mother would say, the wee small hours
of the morning. Icheb had long turned in. Even Tom and Harry had retired. My
earlier nap had left me wide awake, but I took pity on Seven and Chakotay
and sent them to bed. I found myself at the entrance to the Holosuites. As I
quietly padded down the hallway toward the Ensign’s door, I noticed the
distinctive figure of Colonel Kira leaving the room. I would have thought
nothing of it were she not adjusting her clothing. I chuckled softly to
myself then stepped inside. In the dim light, I saw a figure stir on a divan
in a dimly lit corner.
“Hmmmm?” she said. “Quark told me to sleep… but if you can’t
“No, child,” I said gently as I sat beside her. “You take your
I stilled her when she tried to rise. “It’s me, pet. Are you really
enjoying this… work?”
“Yes, Mistress,” she sighed. “I’m helping the ship, aren’t I?”
“You certainly are.”
“I want to help,” she sighed. Then she was asleep.
“She really enjoys the work,” I heard a familiar voice say from another
corner. It was a voice I shouldn’t have been hearing on Deep Space Nine.
“Yes, Kathryn,” he said stepping into the dim light. It was Vic and yet
it wasn’t. He wore a tuxedo as if he was born in one. He was well coiffed
and manicured and had a decidedly naughty gleam in his eyes. He was
definitely not Vic Fontaine.
“More of Felix’s work?” I asked archly.
“I’m said to be the best yet,” he replied smoothly.
“I’m a casino boss, I need to know things,” he replied.
“That man needs to be muzzled,” I muttered. “One of these days, his
handiwork will cause an intergalactic incident.”
“There was talk of making a Mistress Janeway,” he said mildly. “Vic
and Sabisat emphatically objected.”
“Thank heaven for that. One of me causing intergalactic incidents is
enough,” I sighed. “Vic must be ecstatic about you though I must say, I
like the adjustments.”
“Thanks, Kathryn. I think I agree with Vic. Felix could never capture your
complexity. As for me, he and Felix had one of their many battles. I was
revenge of sorts,” Vic mused. “So long as I’m far away, Fontaine
doesn’t try to have me erased. I hear Barrows is back.”
“Boy is she ever,” I chuckled. “And how do you know? I’m sure Quark
doesn’t bother with news bulletins in here.”
“I need to know things. I think of the Club as my home town,” he said
with a shrug.
“And what else do you know about your home town?”
“Besides the young Barrows being quite a tomato? She needs to talk to you
ASAP,” he replied with a sly smile.
I raised a brow. “You do keep current. Mind telling me how to make a call
without all of Starfleet hearing?”
“Go to the Holosuite control room. You’ll find a communications protocol
called Vic01,” he said. “You’ll have all the privacy you need.”
I petted the Ensign’s hair then rose off the divan. “Thanks for looking
“My pleasure, Kathryn. Come see me before you move on,” he smiled.
There was no one in the control room to charm away. I accessed the protocol
easily and within a short while, I was looking at Tristan’s beautiful
“Greetings, Mistress. I am glad to see you are safe,” he said with a
small smile. “How may I serve?”
I needed to give Felix what for about making a copy of Vic while he was
still alive, but I needed information much more.
“Get me Barrows, please.”
In a blink, she was on the small screen. I had expected the dark, green eyed
visage of Dagmar Olanoff to appear, but it was Barrow’s pert beauty before
“You’re back to yourself,” I observed with surprise.
“Zimmerman sent our EEH packing after the lab got wrecked,” Barrows
said. “Dagmar didn’t limit her pursuits to Zimmerman. She re-tooled some
of his creations. The results were… unpredictable. I have a log. It’s a
“I’m sure, but I can’t indulge right now,” I said. “I need to know
what the Federation Council knows about Voyager’s actions.”
“They’ve been told you’re all off your nut and went berserk on an
unarmed outpost,” she replied frankly.
“Nothing about Enterprise?”
“Not a whisper,” she replied. “I can’t imagine how they could
explain that or how they’ll get Enterprise away from you, but the ideas
are sounding more desperate.”
“There must be a way of telling them what is really going on and making
them believe,” I muttered with a sigh.
“You are good at finding unofficial channels. You are at a crossroads for
the Quadrant,” she said. “There must be some way that is within your
“You’re probably right, Mistress. I’ve been so tired and confused of
late, I know that I’m not seeing everything I need to see,” I admitted.
“Get those two studs out of your mind and focus,” she laughed. “I want
you back here as soon as possible.”
She blinked out then. And I found myself wandering on the nearly empty
station. Eventually, I ended up gazing at the wormhole on a catwalk over the
Promenade. I don’t know how long I had been there when I heard a voice
“My father used to come up here to think,” Jake Sisko said softly.
“It’s a peaceful place,” I replied.
“I could always tell when he was really having trouble when Jadzia Dax
would come up to help him,” he continued.
“Are you here to help me?” I asked.
“I think I can, Captain. I think I’m the only one who can.”
I looked at him with surprise. “How can you help me when the captain of
the flagship can’t?”
“I can tell your story to people who haven’t heard it. Your real
story,” Jake said. “I reported the war from here and they’ll listen to
He spoke with quiet confidence and looked at me with intense sincerity.
“You seem to know a great deal already,” I commented dryly.
He smiled that charming Sisko smile at me. “That’s my job. And I know
that as long as Starfleet’s story is the one being believed, you and
Enterprise are trapped here. You’ve suffered a great injustice that the
people and the Federation Council won’t stand for.”
“Would it do any good to go public?” I asked. “Or will we just be an
interesting item to read about over coffee?”
“It’s too great an injustice to ignore. The crew of Voyagers came back
as heroes,” he replied. “I think the public will be outraged at your
I had suffered, true. But there was one among us who had suffered far more
of an injustice for Starfleet. And that was a story everyone would
“We won’t tell my story, Jake,” I said. “There’s someone else
whose story needs to be heard.”
It took some doing, especially since many of the sources were trying to
sleep. I cajoled and pushed and plied them with coffee. Over the next few
hours, Jake came to realize that I was right. He grew quietly excited with
each account that he transcribed. A new day had arrived when I read the
“Her name was Annika Hansen, and she was seven years old…” it began.
By the end of the story I was crying and angry all over again. The photo
Chakotay took was lovely. Seven wore the soft red dress she had when she
left Voyager and she was smiling at a very sleepy, punchy Icheb. It was a
powerful piece of journalism, but I had no idea if anyone aside from the
sources for the story or the writer would really care.
We slept until after noon that day and were still exhausted. Our little
group looked worn out and a little deflated. Seven looked sad and uncertain.
Re-living her history had been hard on her. She was very clingy in bed. Even
Icheb was uncharacteristically subdued. It was clear that we were at the end
of our options. Still, we tried to be positive over the meal. Tom and Harry
told us about the amazingly awkward conversation they had with Admiral Paris
after we left. It seemed that his head came close to exploding. And while
both men were glad to have the triad in the open, I think Tom enjoyed his
father’s discomfort a little too much. I was gently admonishing him about
that when Colonel Kira appeared at our table with a strange look on her
“How bad is it and can we outrun it?” I asked over my coffee.
She laughed. “Not bad at all. Starfleet is paying your fees. I have a
refund for you. We also have very little company outside.”
“How little?” Chakotay asked.
“One ship is still there and they have requested to dock,” Kira said.
“The Captain has a message from the President of the Federation
“And you made him wait?” I laughed. “I knew I liked you, Colonel.”
She smiled saucily. “I enjoyed it. Can you meet him in my office in an
“We’ll be there,” I said. “I also want Jake Sisko to be present.”
Kira raised her brows at that. “This should be interesting. I’ll see you
We all dug into our food with better spirits. Chakotay looked thoughtful
over his hash. “I guess people were interested in Seven’s story.”
“You have no idea,” Picard said. “Do you mind if I join you for a few
I inclined my head when no reaction came from Chakotay. He looked a little
emotional as he pulled up a chair. I raised a brow at him.
“I didn’t think I would see you today, Captain,” I said.
That caused a small smile. “It hadn’t been in my plans. And I thank you
for setting me on that path. It’s been long overdue.”
“What brings you here?” I asked.
“The morning’s Federation News Service,” he replied. I suddenly
realized that the emotion I sensed under his serene surface was anger. He
was furious. “I knew they had unclean hands in some things, but I cannot
believe the carnage they brought upon us with their covert research. I
cannot believe they implied I was to blame…”
“They could not blame you. You cannot blame yourself, Captain,” Seven
said quietly. “Anymore than I can.”
“But there is someone to blame,” Picard muttered bitterly. “How do I
keep wearing this uniform?”
“Kathryn told me that there are a lot of good people in Starfleet,”
Chakotay said. “Like you and your crew. It needs to keep the good people
and weed out the rest.”
“Starfleet could be improved through this strife,” Seven said.
“If anything remains,” Picard replied ruefully. “It’s been shaken to
its foundation. Mr. Sisko’s story has piqued outrage throughout the
Federation. The Vulcans among others have called for a full inquiry into the
fate of the Hansen’s and Starfleet’s behavior toward Voyager. The
President has been inundated with messages and protests have erupted all
“Because of me?” Seven asked incredulously. “My story was not unique.
That was why I was reluctant to share it. Many shared my experiences.”
“But you are also the beautiful and brave Borg who helped her new crew
find its way home,” Picard smiled at her. “You are the most famous woman
in the Quadrant. Your Captain is a very close second now.”
“How extraordinary,” Icheb said.
“Captain, would you like to join us to hear the message from the
President?” I said. “I’m certain you like to add to our reply.”
“Indeed I would.”
Captain Calhoun from the USS Excaliber was everything I had expected. He had
the look of a man who had sat through too many briefings with too many
ulterior motives. At first I could not tell if his impatience was with
Starfleet command or with us. The slight nod he exchanged with Picard,
however, confirmed that he, at least, believed anything he would tell us.
Jake Sisko’s presence was clearly not what he had expected. The young
reporter, however couldn’t have been happier.
The Captain was straight to the point. “Captain Janeway, on behalf of the
Federation President and in front of this room of witnesses, I apologize for
the reprehensible treatment you and your crew endured at the hands of
Starfleet and Starfleet Intelligence. An immediate and unconditional pardon
has been decreed for the former members of the Maquis and a permanent order
has been issued to those entities to never have any uninvited contact with
the persons Seven of Nine and Icheb. When you are ready, my ship will escort
Voyager back to Earth where these orders will be confirmed by the President
at a full de-briefing on the entire incident.”
“In other words, we can come home?” I asked to be clear.
“Yes, Ma’am,” he replied. “And if you would all excuse us, I have
some private messages for Captain Picard.”
We all stayed put.
“Very well,” Calhoun shrugged. “Captain, you and your crew will
receive no sanctions for your actions. The President seeks a complete
debriefing from you and your command staff before your next assignment.”
“They want to make sure our stories are the same,” Picard said to me.
Calhoun’s eyes narrowed. “I understand your feelings, but you have my
personal assurance that they will live up to their agreement. There remain
people in Starfleet for whom the First Duty still has meaning.”
“I look forward to having a hearing, Captain,” Picard said.
“Enterprise will be ready to depart with Voyager.”
With that, the beleaguered Captain left. I turned to Colonel Kira. “Thank
you, Colonel. We are in your debt.”
“I’m glad that we could help,” she smiled. “Come back anytime.”
“And you should stop by the Club,” I said for her ears only. “Full
membership. The Ensign will be glad to see you.”
Kira blushed, but she nodded with a sly smile. I turned my attention to Jake
Sisko who was still writing furiously.
“Mr. Sisko, would you like to see this story to the end?” I asked. “We
can drop in on your grandfather afterward.”
The young man smiled brightly. “I’ll be packed and ready in a half an
I laughed. “I think we’ll need more time than that to get the ship
ready,” I said.
“And get the Ensign out of the Holosuites,” Chakotay muttered.
“I’ll handle that,” I said. “I have a friend on the inside.”
Getting off of Deep Space Nine proved more difficult than anyone thought.
The problem was all the presents and flowers arriving by the shipload at the
station. We were overwhelmed with messages from the highest ranks of the
Federation to legions of men who wanted to marry Seven and adopt Icheb.
Against my better judgment but for the sake of expedience, we hired Quark
with part of our fee refund to distribute the gifts to charities and send a
pre-recorded message from Seven to the men who tried to contact her. I had
Vic to make sure this was accomplished as I wanted when I went to say
goodbye. In the end, it took almost five hours, but we got underway with the
Ensign on board and Jake Sisko chomping at the bit.
Despite all the assurances and the Enterprise as escort, I was still anxious
about our reception. As we approached Earth my trepidation grew. Judging
from the silence on the Bridge, I wasn’t alone. Seven stood at Tuvok’s
post rigidly. Harry had said hardly anything for hours. Chakotay kept close
to me, but he was subdued as well.
“Captain!” Tom exclaimed suddenly. “I’m getting dozens of ship
signatures up ahead.”
“Starfleet?” I asked clutching involuntarily at Chaktoay’s hand.
“Negative… they’re civilian ships,” he replied in dismay.
“One of them is hailing us, Captain,” Harry said.
“Put it through.”
“Captain Janeway, this is Captain Fischer of the merchantman
Spamdagger,” he said in a brusque voice.
“How do you do,” I said. “What can we do for you, Captain?”
“It’s what we’re gonna do for you,” he said. “And that Seven
O’Nine! Hello, Seven O’Nine.”
“We’re gonna make sure you little ladies don’t have any more problems
getting home,” Captain Fischer said. “We’ll be watching for any
foolishness, don’t worry.”
“That’s very kind, Captain,” Seven said in dismay. “Thank you.”
He blinked out as Jake Sisko came on the Bridge. He was very excited.
“Captain, turn on the Federation News Service,” he said. “It’s
“…in addition to the phalanx of ships overseeing Voyager’s return to
Earth, throngs of citizens have lined the streets surrounding Federation
Headquarters demanding to see that the crew arrives safely. The President
has agreed to broadcast their initial meeting to allay concerns of further
problems,” the reporter said.
I took a deep breath then sighed. “When you are right, Mr. Sisko, you are
I hardly knew how to feel. We really were coming home.
For weeks, everything was surreal. The President made a public apology and
confirmed the terms Captain Calhoune set fourth shortly after we arrived.
Shortly afterward, we had the formal welcoming ceremony that had been
abandoned with the ‘unfortunate incidents’ as they were called. We were
re-united with the rest of the crew and given medals and accolades. Though I
knew the sentiments were heartfelt, the affairs made me feel hollow.
We then spent days in debriefings in preparation for a full Federation
inquiry. Though I found the President to be empathetic and in the end, very
helpful, we all wanted to get out of the public glare and move on with our
lives. But that was not to be for some time.
Ironically, we ended up bunking at Federation HQ. Our fame made it difficult
to go anywhere for a while. Tom and Harry had to beam into Owen Paris’
home to see Torres and Miral. I didn’t dare go near the Club. My notoriety
would make guests very nervous. The trip to Sisko’s Restaurant almost
caused a riot from men wanting to meet Seven. Luckily we still had large
reserves of the fee refund to pay for the damages. Jake Sisko got a great
story out of that as well. Hell, he got a whole series of stories out of us.
We spent a great deal of time with the Enterprise crew -- another irony.
Since we all knew where we belonged, it was pleasant for everyone to really
get to know each other. Picard and Chakotay even grew to like each other.
The Enterprise Captain channeled his anger into action. During his
debriefings, he gathered every bit of information he could find on the
covert Borg research and all of the personnel that knew of the Collective
before their attack. He was hell bent on making sure they were all held
accountable for what happened to Seven and to himself. Getting justice and a
whole lot of counseling helped all of us who had been wronged begin to feel
For some of us, the farewells to the Enterprise crew were strangely awkward
considering all that we shared. Seven and Data had no problems. Icheb had a
number of friends to keep contact with as he went through the Academy. Troi,
for all of her understanding was relieved to part company. However, she did
happily accept the gift Seven and I offered. It was a perfect replica of
Data’s penis. She said she would use it on Riker the next time he got out
of line. I strongly urged her to use it on him routinely. Picard and Crusher
stood very awkwardly with Chakotay and I at the airlock. I broke the ice
with a gift of the best massage oils from the Club and a recommendation to
use it often. Picard gave us a case of the best Picard Bordeaux with the
same suggestion. He thanked me with great warmth and affection and gratitude
in his eyes then we shared a poignant embrace that did not trouble our
partners. Chakotay surprised us all by presenting Crusher with an exquisite
pair of black pumps and Picard with an amazing pair of riding boots from the
House of Chakotay. He advised them that they should be worn whenever the
mood struck -- not just out of doors.
And then it was over. The Maquis crew began new lives. Tom, Harry and
B’Elanna found a four bedroom home in the same neighborhood as our
apartment building. We all settled into a life beyond Voyager.
I waited two weeks before making the journey to the Club. By then, our
notoriety had subsided considerably. Icheb was on an orientation visit to
Starfleet Academy, so Seven could go with me. Chaktoay made it clear that
there was no way the two of us were going there alone. Truth be told, I was
glad to have him along.
The first thing I noticed as be stepped out of the transporter reception
center were the damaged buildings. Worst hit was the Malcolm Reed Wing. It
marred the pristine serenity of the delicate skyline and made me profoundly
sad. Even here I was to find that my world would never be the same.
“It was a Dominion attack,” Tristan’s deep and melodious voice said.
“The buildings are being restored. Greetings, Mistress.”
I found him on one knee with eyes averted. I bid him to rise.
“It will be my privilege to serve you and yours while you stay here,” he
said. “Follow me.”
“The Dominion made one attack on Earth and it hit Federation HQ and the
Club?” Chakotay asked incredulously.
“They had to limit their attacks on those places which they considered the
most valuable. Our point defense system was able to deflect most of the
barrage, but one projectile got through.”
“Whoa,” Chakotay replied. “Oh, thank you for seeing to our belongings.
You had a keen eye for arranging everything.”
“And you were most efficient in procuring all that I needed for my
kitchen,” Seven said. “It eased our transition.”
“I was honored to serve,” he replied with an incline to his lovely head.
“After you have had time with Mistress Barrows, I will show you to your
suites. She will greet you in the main common area.”
“Uh-oh,” I said.
“Uh-oh? What’s wrong?” Chakotay asked.
“We’re in for quite a welcome.”
That was an understatement. In the huge marble courtyard lined with Grecian
columns, Barrows had assembled all the staff and the slaves in their best
attire to greet us. Barrows herself sat on the throne where I had first laid
eyes upon her. She was shimmering with beauty and happiness. Her hair was
sensuously soft as it fell to her shoulders. She wore an ivory corset with a
nearly sheer skirt and simple gold sandals. A goddess could not have been
more lovely or serene. I was glad that Seven and I had dressed with such
care. I wore a deep red silken dress with a leather cinch in a matching
color and red boots. Seven wore a soft dress in a blue that matched her
eyes. Still I felt out matched.
“Greetings Kathryn. Greetings Seven and the delicious Chakotay,” she
said brightly. “Welcome to your home away from home.”
We walked a little nearer and then I found myself sinking to my knees before
her. I wasn’t surprised that Seven followed suit, but I was amazed to find
Chakotay had as well.
“My friends,” Barrows said gently. “You bow before no one. Come…”
I rose and within a few steps was enveloped in her arms. She kissed my
temple and squeezed me tight as the assembled cheered.
“Thank you for returning safely, my dearest one,” she whispered. “Are
you sure you can’t get Seven to work here?”
I laughed then releasing her so she could embrace Seven. Chakotay got goosed
during his hug. The tears that had been threatening to spill turned to
“I will steal your dear ones to the Headmistress’ salon. There is one
that you must pay a visit,” Barrows said quietly. From her expression, I
knew whom she meant.
“Yes, Mistress,” I replied. “You two go ahead. I’m certain the food
will be delicious. I won’t be long.”
Tristan accompanied me to a secluded chamber set apart from the main
facility. The little house was surrounded by a lush but ordered garden
bordered by a tall, thick hedge. The décor was elegant but very sensual. It
was the most tasteful décor I had ever known. My escort did not enter the
house. I walked alone into the airy bedchamber to find her reclining on a
daybed placed near the window so she could see the garden. There I knelt in
a place where she could see me.
“So it is true,” she said in a whispy voice. “You have returned whole.
I thought they may be playing me falsely.”
“I am well, Sabisat,” I said quietly. “Why would they play you
“They know my time is brief and do not wish to cause me anxiety,” she
replied. “It is a misguided kindness.”
“I would not play you false,” I said.
“Tell me then, dear child,” she said in a stronger tone. “Why did you
I winced at the pain in her voice. “I needed her, Sabisat. I was so lost
in so many ways. I could not have returned had I not. Forgive me the pain I
caused you. That was not my intent.”
“I know, child. I simply needed to hear it. You likely thought she could
be deactivated. I always knew better. Her personality was too strong,”
Sabisat said. “That is why I forbade one be made of you. I knew you would
return and there would be no destroying the other one.”
“I thank you for that, Sabisat. I do not want to be copied.”
“Nor do I,” she said emphatically. “Do not allow it, no matter what
she may desire.”
“She will understand, but I will see that it will not become an issue,”
I assured her.
Than contented her. She smiled at me. “You are still so lovely, so
fiery… you made her so happy… I saw your loved ones. Exceptional
“They are and so much more,” I said.
“That makes me happy, then,” she said. “Go and enjoy them. Thank you
for showing me that you are well.”
“My pleasure, Sabisat,” I whispered.
Outside, I blinked back tears. Tristan stayed a discrete distance as I
wandered ahead of him composing myself.
“She really is fine, Kathryn,” a familiar voice said from beside me.
This time, he was in the right place and in the right clothing. And his hair
was the right amount of gray mixed with his dark hair. “And being Romulan,
she may have many years left.”
“Hello, Vic. You look good.”
He did. He wasn’t nearly as smooth as his doppelganger, but he had a charm
of his own. Vic kissed me gently and always with that tinge of regret.
Unlike Chakotay, he could never bear the thought of sharing my attentions.
The attraction still hung between us.
“Will you be here long enough for a cheesesteak? They really can’t get
them right on Deep Space Nine,” he said.
“We’ll be here long enough. And I hadn’t asked about one while I was
there,” I said. “Felix has an interesting view of your personality.”
“That’s a word for it,” Vic muttered.
“I will have a word with him,” I assured. “Sabisat commands it and it
is high time.”
“Alright then. I’ll see you at dinner,” he said taking a diverging
I waited for Tristan to catch up with me. He was smiling. It was a lovely
“How is Molly?” I suddenly thought to ask.
“She is enjoying herself in the Headmistress’ chambers,” he said.
“She and Mistress Barrows have become fast friends.”
“Have they? How… interesting,” I said.
I really looked at the beautiful man at my side. He was spectacular in the
“There was a time I would pull you to the nearest post, strip you naked
and see how much you cold take from me,” I said wistfully as I traced his
lush lips with one finger. “And then I would have you until there was
His eyes flashed as he colored deliciously. “I have confidence that you
will some day, Mistress. I look forward to it most happily. But right now,
you have had far too much in your life that is emotionally exhausting to
desire play. Allow yourself time, dear lady.”
“Wise and beautiful,” I sighed. “Let’s join the party.”
Molly was enjoying Chakotay and Seven’s attention, but she bolted for me
as soon as I crossed the threshold. The dear thing seemed to be able to
forgive me anything. I laughed as she gave my face a bath, then I joined
Barrows and the others. It was good to be with hedonists. All of my
melancholy evaporated in all the good food and bawdy stories. I was not
moved to play, but our time there was restful. We ate well and sunned
ourselves and swam and made love in front of the fire in our suite. It was a
Felix remained elusive for a great deal of my stay, but I found him before I
left. He was always a difficult man, but I made it clear that no more copies
of real people would I tolerate. Then I introduced some of his equipment to
my enhanced riding crop to emphasize the point.
I remembered the sad look in my older self’s face and still had to wonder
if all the compromises had been worth it. Since there were few Admirals
left, I was promoted into the Admiralty and a post at Starfleet Academy. I
still don’t know how to feel about that. I had a competent if distant
assistant and a great deal of interesting work. I also had a gigantic desk.
It was a large enough to entertain a triad. I was just trying to figure out
how to go about arranging that without my assistant resigning when there was
a knock at my door that brought me out of my thoughts. A familiar and sorely
missed face was peeking in my door.
“Admiral Janeway,” Tuvok said. “Am I disturbing you?”
“Tuvok!” I exclaimed rounding my gigantic desk. “No one told me you
“Commander Chakotay asked me not to. He thought you might enjoy the
surprise,” he replied trying to return the hug I foisted on him.
“I’m delighted. I had heard you might be instructing,” I said. He
looked well rested and every bit as sound as when we first met.
“Yes, my office is two doors away. I start in a few days,” he said. I
could tell that he was pleased with the arrangement. “I congratulate you
on your handling of the difficulties with Starfleet. I always knew you would
bring everyone home.”
I felt my eyes tear a little just as the intercom chimed.
“Admiral, your luncheon appointment is waiting,” my assistant said.
“Perhaps, I should go see to my office,” Tuvok said reasonably. I also
knew he was a little disappointed.
“Don’t you dare. It’s the Voyager lunch and you’ve missed too
many,” I said. “Seven and Naomi will be very pleased to see you.”
He nodded and we set off. He didn’t even fight my holding his arm. A burst
of cheers went up at the Vulcan’s appearance at my side. They were all
there. They were healthy and they were happy. I knew that whatever the
trade-offs were, they would never really matter. We were home
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