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| ShatterStorm Productions
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DISCLAIMER: I don't own them, as much as I wish I did. Cuz if I *did* actually own them, things would be a lot diffferent, and CONTINUITY would be a given. BTW, this story deals with f/f type issues. If that bothers you, or you're not old enough to read it, DON'T. Thanks.
"Engineering to the Bridge. Captain, we need your assistance down here," came Joe Carey's voice, barely heard over the din surrounding him.
She looked at Chakotay, confused, then winced as a particularly nasty Klingon epithet was heard. She knew it was B'Elanna, but had no idea what was prompting her behaviour. "I'm on my way, Joe. Bridge out." She stood, turned to Chakotay for a moment. "You have the bridge, Chakotay." When he nodded, she turned to leave. As the 'lift doors shut, she thought she saw Tom Paris' shoulders shaking, tho' whether from laughter or fear she couldn't be sure.
Striding into Engineering, she found the place in an uproar. People were scattering everywhere, trying to keep as much distance as possible between themselves and the Chief Engineer. And then Kathryn saw the young woman. B'Elanna had worked herself into quite a state. Her hair was disheveled, eyes wide, nostrils flaring. And her teeth were bared, lips curled back so far ,they seemed to disappear.
"B'Elanna!" came her sharp command. The half-Klingon turned to face her, a low growl emanating from the back of her throat. For a brief moment, Kathryn Janeway was afraid, but quickly quelled it. "B'Elanna," she repeated more softly, stretching out a hand. "Come on, let's go to your office and talk."
B'Elanna stared at her for a long moment before grunting softly and stalking past her into the small office. Kathryn felt the tension level lessen palpably in main engineering. Shaking her head, she entered B'Elanna's office, ordering the computer to lock the door on her personal code. She watched B'Elanna pace like a caged anima, fists clenching and unclenching savagely. Suddenly she slammed a fist into the bulkhead. Kathryn heard the bones break, followed by the younger woman's strangled cry.
"B'Elanna?" she murmured, gathering her close. "Honey, what's wrong? What's gotten into you today?"
"Tom Paris is a dead man," B'Elanna growled ominously. "He'll wish he'd stayed in the penal colony when I'm through with him. He'll wish he was dead before I'm done with him."
Kathryn blinked at her lover's savage fury. "What's prompted this, pet?"
"That miserable p'tak has gone too damned far, Kathryn," she replied, meeting the compassionate eyes. "I don't care if we need him to get home. I want him dead. I want to rip his still-beating heart from his chest and let him watch it stop beating before he dies."
Kathryn gazed deeply into the pained brown eyes. "What did he do? Let me help you take care of this, without the bloodshed if possible. Tell me what he did, B'Elanna."
"His latest rations scheme...."
"He's running another pool?"
"Oh no! That would be too easy. That bastard is doing far worse. He's gotten hold of some personal information and is selling it to others."
Kathryn frowned, eyes narrowing dangerously. "Exactly what sort of information?"
"He's begun a porn ring. And you'll never guess whose holovids are the hottest sellers."
Kathryn blinked, not wanting to believe Paris would be so cruel....or so stupid. "How in the hell did he get vids of us?"
"I have no idea, but he's a dead man."
"How did you find out?"
"I was in the Jeffries Tube, doing a repair. No one knew I was there, I guess, or they forgot. When I started coming out, I heard them talking." Angry tears filled her eyes. "Kathryn, you wouldn't believe the things they were saying about us. I wanted to die right then and there. And then I wanted to kill Paris."
Fury darkened Kathryn's eyes. "B'Elanna, pet, I want you to for leave this to me."
"But--"
"I will take care of Tom. Is that clear?" Her tone brooked no dissent. B'Elanna nodded sullenly, still wanting to pummel the pilot to death. "Good." She gently pressed her lips to the ridged forehead. "Calm down and finish your shift. I'm going to have a little talk with Mr. Paris. And maybe, just maybe if you're good, I'll let you have a chance at him, okay?"
B'Elanna nodded again, smiling devilishly. "I'll be good, my marquess."
***
Kathryn stepped onto the bridge approximately forty-five minutes after she'd left. Her posture ramrod perfect. "Mr. Paris, in my Ready Room," she said slowly, fixing him with a deadly stare. "Now." She stalked into her office, knowing he'd be close behind.
Tom swallowed audibly as he stood to follow her. Dead meat, he thought to himself. I don't know why, but I'm fucking dead meat. He entered the Ready Room and stood stiffly at attention, staring at the back of her chair. "You wanted to see me, Captain?" he asked, hoping his voice didn't crack and betray his dread. It did.
"You've got some explaining to do, Mr. Paris," came her low voice, but still she didn't turn to face him.
"I beg your pardon, Captain? I'm afraid I don't know what you're talking about." The honest truth.
She turned around, tapped a the terminal on her desk, still made no attempt to look at him. She stared at the information. "It appears you've got quite a little pile of rations in your account, Mr. Paris. Care to explain their presence?"
The color drained from his face, and he shifted uneasily. "Would you believe Neelix's cooking has improved?"
"That depends. How long would you like to be cooped up in a cell in the brig with B'Elanna?" she asked, arching a brow. "I don't think I need to remind you how B'Elanna gets when she's angry." He swallowed audibly. "You know she nearly destroyed Engineering before I got down there to calm her down. Care to tell me what got her all riled up?" She watched him squirm. "I'm waiting, Mr. Paris."
He held up his hands in defeat. "What would you like me to say, Captain? You've already convicted me. Don't you think it's a little late for me to plea bargain? Or are you getting your jollies from this?"
Her eyes narrowed again and she leaned forward. "I think you'd do well to retract that last statement, Mr. Paris. And as for my 'convicting' you, I haven't, not yet at least. I want to know why you did it, how you thought you could get away with it, and above all else how you could intentionally malign B'Elanna and myself like this? Did you honestly think you could get away with it? And where did you get pornographic material of us?"
Despite the certainty that he'd been caught, Paris managed a cocky grin. "Why is it no one believes the extent of my programming skills?"
"You were pawning off holoprograms as the real thing?"
"I doubt even you could tell it's a fake," he replied, proud of himself.
:"I'd like to verify that for myself."
"What?"
"You heard me, Mr. Paris. I want to see your wonderful programming skills."
"But, Captain, I don't--"
"Now, Mr. Paris."
"I don't have any copies on me."
She stood, motioning toward the door. "Then let's go get one." They moved quickly across the bridge and into the 'lift. "Deck five," she commanded, then glanced at Paris as she continued. "Janeway to Torres. Meet me in Holodeck 2 in fifteen minutes."
"Aye, Captain," came the confused reply.
Tom Paris's eyes were never wider than at that moment.
***
B'Elanna stepped into the holodeck to find Kathryn and Tom waiting for her. Her eyes narrowed at the sight of Tom, a low growl sounding from deep in her throat.
Kathryn was quickly at her side, barely shielding Tom from her lover. "Listen to me, pet. Tom says it's not real, it's all programming, that it's so good we won't even know it's fake. I told him I wanted to see his work."
"Just let me kill him now," she seethed. "Dirty bastard doesn't deserve to live."
"B'Elanna!" came the sharp command. The darker woman backed down instantly. "Sit down and watch Tom's 'presentation.' I leave it to you for his punishment afterward."
Tom's face paled. "Captain! She'll kill me!"
"I guess you should have thought of that in the first place, Mr. Paris," she replied in a low ominous tone. She led B'Elanna to the couch, keeping a restraining hand on her lover. Once they were settled, she looked at Tom again. "You can begin any time, Tom."
Slowly, almost reluctantly, he accessed the panel and began the vidchip. He stood in a corner, as far from the couple as possible, knowing Janeway had him in the corner of her eye.
Kathryn moaned in delight as B'Elanna's thumbs flicked at her taut nipples. "Oh yes, love, that's -- ooohhh!"
The brunette grinned evilly, then sucked the sensitive clit between her lips, tongue lashing rapidly back and forth. Kathryn screamed in delight, her body spasming violently as she neared her climax. Suddenly, B'Elanna pulled back to stare at her sex-starved partner. "I think you've had enough, don't you?" came her snickered reply.
Kathryn shook her head violently, whimpering. The evil grin widened on the younger woman's face as she reached over the redhead's head. Pulling back, she held a massively studded cat'o'nine tails, which she lightly trailed down Kathryn's body. Then, with a sudden flick of her wrist, the nine strands landed sharply across Kathryn's lower stomach and thighs, eliciting a scream of ecstasy from the redhead.
"Computer, stop presentation," Kathryn called out. She turned to glare at the young man shrinking into the corner. "You are dead meat, Mr. Paris."
He swallowed audibly again, eyes darting to B'Elanna's dark face. "Captain, please, let me explain--"
B'Elanna growled deep in her throat, began pacing toward him. Kathryn watched her angry lover advancing on the doomed pilot. "There's nothing to explain, Tom. But I can promise you B'Elanna won't kill you."
"Kathryn!" B'Elanna growled.
"No, pet," she replied evenly. "We have no other truly competent, able pilots I trust to fly us through rough space." And then she smirked grimly. "But I never said you couldn't thrash him to within an inch of his life."
The half-Klingon mirrored her lover's smile. "And you'll just have to make damned sure we don't run into any rough space for the next couple months while Flyboy here recovers."
Kathryn nodded. "But of course." And she sat back on the couch, preparing to watch B'Elanna's unique display of retribution.
"Computer, initiate program KJMDS-Zero-One," B'Elanna said, walking up to Tom. She waited for the program to solidify around her, watched as recognition dawned on his face, then motioned toward the manacles a few feet in front of him. "If you're smart, Tom, you'll get into those."
Obviously wanting to get this over with as soon as possible, he complied, only requiring help with his left wrist. He glanced over at his captain, but wisely said nothing more.
B'Elanna stared at the implements on the wall across from Tom. She lifted various items from their hooks, weighed them in her hands, replaced them in their proper spots. Nothing impressed her, nothing felt right. And then an evil grin spread across her face. "Computer, create a cat'o'nine tails. Extrapolate design from specifics in the vidchip presentation."
She glanced at Kathryn as the item appeared before her. Flicking her wrist experimentally, she tested the weight. "Computer, increase the mass by fifteen percent." Once it rematerialized in her hand, she ran one more test, then strode confidently over to face Tom.
"B'Elanna, please," he said softly.
"Please what, Flyboy?" she asked, tracing a finger down his chest. "Are you begging me for mercy? Because you won't get it. Not this time. You promised, Tom. You promised not to tell about my relationship with Kathryn."
"But everyone knows!"
With a flick of her wrist, the whip hit his side, curling around to his back. "Doesn't matter, Flyboy. You sold those porn vids" -- a second lash -- "and you made a profit." Another lash. She began to circle around him, casually flicking her wrist, letting the lashes fall where they may. "Complete fakes, Tom. Damned good ones, but fakes all the same. So tell me, Tom, what are you going to do with all those rations?" Tom mumbled something. The whip cracked hard against his back. "I didn't hear you."
"I said I'm gonna try to buy a new body," he retorted. "It seems obvious that you'll be breaking this one."
His words were rewarded by another lash. B'Elanna watched him grimace with pain. "You know, Tom, I knew you'd get careless one day. Or was it jealousy? Are you doing this because you're jealous that I chose Kathryn over you?" He made no attempt to answer. "Very well, Flyboy, don't answer. Doesn't matter anyway. I get my revenge and you learn your lesson. End of story."
Kathryn sat back, watching in silence as her lover methodically covered every square inch of Tom's body with bruises or welts, some of which bled. After several minutes of this, she stood and walked to B'Elanna's side. "That's enough, pet," she said softly, a hand on her lover's arm.
B'Elanna stopped mid-lash, gazed questioningly at Kathryn. "What?"
"That's enough," she repeated. "He's learned his lesson, I think."
"But--"
"Do you feel better now?"
"I'm still angry."
"But do you feel better, pet? Vindicated?" When B'Elanna nodded, she smiled. "Good. Computer, end program."
The room disappeared....and so did Tom.
"What in the hell?" B'Elanna asked, whirling about. Then she gazed at her lover. "Kathryn? What's going on?"
"Happy anniversary, pet," came the soft reply.
"Anniversary? What are you talking about?"
"Six months ago today, you made a certain vow regarding Tom Paris and our relationship," Kathryn explained, grinning as recognition began to dawn in the brown eyes before her. "I wanted a special gift for you...for our anniversary. Tom offered to help me program it. We've worked obsessively on this for nearly two months."
"Wait a minute. What was real and what was the program?"
"You and I were real. Everything else today has been the program. Before you woke up this morning, I had you beamed into this program."
"We've been here all day?"
"Not quite. There was some time acceleration involved. We've been here about six hours now."
B'Elanna was still confused. "So there's no pornvid ring? None at all?"
"That was Tom's work, not mine. All I told him was that I wanted something where you'd get angry enough with him to let out your pent-up aggressions regarding his knowledge of us and our 'special' program." Kathryn searched her lover's eyes. "Are you angry?"
B'Elanna pulled away from her, began to pace. "Am I angry? You set up this elaborate ruse with Tom, make it so realistic that I'd rather die than face my crewmates because of some holovids, and now you ask me if I'm angry? Damnit, Kathryn, this went to damned far! I was ready to kill Tom for making those vids, kill anyone who'd bought the damned things....kill myself from embarrassment and shame. And now you ask if I'm angry?"
"I'm sorry, pet. I didn't think Tom would have used something so personally aimed to provoke your aggression. I guess I should have checked on his work."
"Damned right you should have checked!"
Kathryn hazarded a glance at her lover. "B'Elanna," she offered tentatively, "you have to admit it was a rather ingenious plot twist."
"I don't have to admit anything," came the angry retort.
They lapsed into an uncomfortable silence for several moments before either spoke again.
"Pet, I'm truly sorry," Kathryn apologized, clearly chagrined. "I thought you would enjoy this. I guess I didn't know you as well as I thought I did."
At the tone of her voice, B'Elanna turned to pull the redhead into her arms. "I'm sorry, Kathryn. You *do* know me better. This was a priceless gift that I honestly did enjoy." Kathryn stared at her, clearly confused, causing B'Elanna to chuckle. "Serves you right to think your little plan backfired. Maybe next time you'll think twice before doing this again."
