Disclaimer: Whoever wrote this episode, aka "Living Witness" and the name escapes me, should be applauded. I haven't seen any fiction relating to this episode, so I believe I'm the first one to throw my hat into the arena.
Can Mindy write something that isn't sappy. . .let's find out (looks to the members of the JetC15 pond).
"When diplomacy fails, the only alternative. . . is violence." The figure fiddled with a gloved hand. She turned and faced the man standing behind her. "That's the Starfleet way." She walked from the window, down to where the man stood. "But you knew that anyway, didn't you."
"Yes, sir."
She ran a finger down his chest and smiled. "So then, why did you leave?" Her voice purred.
"I needed a vacation," he said, watching her expression.
"Not very convincing, Cha-kotay. Can't you come up with, shall we say, something a little more feasible?"
He looked into her face, a smirk already forming. "What do you want, sir?" he asked.
"What do you think I want?" she drawled. She flexed her fingers within the black gloves.
"From the sound of it, you want me back," he said. Chakotay hated it when she played these games with him.
"I do." She crossed her arms over her chest. She narrowed her eyes at him. "But there are a few things I want you to do for me first." She stalked over to her desk and hitched a hip up on it.
"Such as?"
"Get rid of that bitch, Seska. And believe me, if you don't, I will." She pulled off the glove and tossed it to the side of her. "There can only be one leader, and that position is filled."
"You mean one bitch." She smiled at him, then sighed.
"There can only be one bitch in charge. Fortunately, I fit that bill." He walked over to her then, putting both his hands flat against the table on either side of her. He looked her straight in the eye.
"You know, I hate killing."
"Then get one of your henchmen to do it. I will not have a Cardassian whore on my ship." She looked into his eyes then. "You slept with her, didn't you?"
Chakotay didn't answer. "Bastard," she hissed.
"One time, Kathryn, that's all."
She tilted her head to the side. "It better have been. And I better see her disposed of soon." She slid from under his arms out into the middle of the floor. "But for that little indiscretion, you are going to have to be punished."
Chakotay walked over to her, putting his hands on her shoulders and sliding his hands down to clasp hers. "What's the punishment, sir?" he whispered in her ear, making her visibly shudder. Kathryn pressed herself against him, closing her eyes to the sensation.
"You want to be first officer of my ship again, then you will do everything I ask. Everything. No questions, nothing."
"That's it?" he asked, pulling her earlobe into his mouth and sucking on it.
"Oh no, there's a lot more." She started a low chuckle then, half amusement, half unhidden desire. "You'll also be in my bed every night."
"Fucking the boss, huh?"
"You will if you want to be first officer on my ship," she said, her eyes taking on a far away look.
**
Smack
"Tell me what I want to know!"
"May I remind you, the captain wants the prisoner in one piece."
Harry Kim looked at the android doctor's face. No matter how much he was around the doctor, he never got used to the yellow eyes. They reminded him of a large cat, ready to pounce.
"No, you don't," Harry said, shaking his hand. "Where is Seska?"
Michael Jonas shook visibly. He knew what reputation Captain Janeway and her crew had. One of the most successful, yet evil ships in the warship group. She was noted for her lack of sympathy or remorse and her brutal methods of coercion.
"All right," he mumbled. Harry jerked back his head via a handful of hair. "All right! She's on the Nistram ship."
"That's what she wanted to know," Harry said, releasing his hair. He headed toward the doctor's office. "Clean him up," Harry said. He hailed the captain. Her face filled the minuscule screen.
"Yes, Lt."
"Sir, I found out where Seska is. Jonas says she is on the Nistram ship."
"Good work, Harry. Take Tuvok and Tom and find her. I want her brought to me in chamber two."
"Yes, Sir," Harry said. Then he hailed his shipmates.
**
"Captain, the away team is back," Ensign Neelix said. He looked at the section below his, noting the way Janeway slouched in her chair.
"Good. Have Commander Cha-kotay and Kes meet me in Chamber two." She got up, picking up her glove and stepping toward the lift. "Inform me immediately if the Nistram ship starts anything. He shoots, destroy him. Maje Culluh deserves no chances."
"Yes, sir!" the Talaxian replied. She stepped in the turbo lift and instructed it where to go. She sighed, and pushed her long red hair out of her face. After this affair with Seska was over, she was going to shear the damn stuff off.
In chamber two, Seska stood, surrounded by Janeway's guards. Chakotay and Kes stood to the side, awaiting her order.
"Well, Seska. You ran, you hid, but you couldn't escape me," Janeway said, standing in front of Chakotay and Kes. Her gloved hands went to her hips.
Seska looked at Chakotay, pleading with her eyes. "Cha-kotay, please. I didn't mean it, whatever it was."
Janeway got a self satisfied smirk on her face. Seska turned back to Janeway, her face becoming a sneer and looking decidedly Cardassian under the Bajoran illusion. "Besides, what can she offer you that I can't? She's nothing but a cold bitch." Janeway walked over to her and stalked around her, sizing her up.
"She's better in bed, for one Seska. Do you think for one moment, that I would go to bed with a known Cardassian whore, without finding what I wanted to know? After what you did to my family?"
"You're a fool," Seska spat.
Janeway stepped up to her, staring her in the eye. "Yes, but he's my fool." She turned and smiled possessively at Chakotay. "All mine."
"Bitch!" Seska hissed, spitting in Janeway's face. Janeway turned slightly, then turned quickly, shoving Seska to the wall behind her, her elbow pressing into the Cardassian's throat.
"Yes, I am one. I've said it once, I'll say it again. There is only room on this ship for one bitch and it happens to be me. You've made too many mistakes. You fucked my first officer. Big mistake. You ran from my ship to the enemy, mistake number two. Strike three love, was when you spit on me. By my estimations, you're out," Janeway said, then applied pressure with her elbow. She reached up with her other hand and roughly grabbed Seska's head, snapping it hard to the right, breaking her neck. She let go, watching satisfied as Seska slid down the wall, dead.
"Kes," she said turning around. "Make sure this woman is dead, then dispose of this trash."
"I will, if you'll grant me the pleasure of an autopsy," Kes said, her eyes shining with anticipation at carving up an new species.
"She's all yours." Janeway slid past the Ocampan who directed the security men to take the body to sickbay. "Commander, you're with me."
**
He shoved her against the wall, her breasts flattening against the cold surface, her arms above her head, her cheek against the wall.
"I've missed this," she purred, then swept back her leg, throwing him off balance, giving her the leverage to push away from the wall. He was flat on his back, his knees bent, raised up on his elbows.
"So have I," he smirked as pulled off her gloves seductively. "I hate complacent sex." She grinned viciously, noting his obvious arousal.
"I see watching me kill someone hasn't dulled your desire," she said, giving him her crooked grin.
"Never ceases to amaze me. 'By my estimations, you're out.' Lord, Kathryn, that was good. If it had only been the two of us in the chamber with her. . ."
Kathryn pulled on the fasteners that kept her hair in the neat plait braid. It fell in loose cascading waves down to her waist. "If it had been the three of us, I would have forced her to watch just how in tune we are. What pure animalistic lust is all about." She shook her hair then put her hands to the fasteners of her uniform top.
"I was close, regardless of who was in the room. If you'd toyed with her a little longer. . ."
"Maybe you should write a holoprogram," Kathryn said, pulling down the uniform, leaving her in her black turtle neck and her boots. "Then we could torment whomever we felt needed it."
He gazed over her body, anxious to see what was underneath the turtleneck. She was always pulling surprises on him. She didn't fail this time. He chuckled as red lace became visible.
"Come here," he growled, reaching up and catching her by the waist and pulling her down on top of him.
"You're forgetting, Cha-kotay. I'm the leader of this game. Remember, you have to work yourself back into my good graces," she said, her hair falling around them, giving them a hit of privacy.
"My only aim is to please, Captain."
"Then prove it!" she said. In one quick move, Chakotay flipped her over onto her back, ripping her undergarment from her body and just unfastening his trousers enough to pull them down. He parted her thighs and plunged into her, forgetting foreplay. Actually, in their minds, the violence and way of life was their foreplay. She screamed his name, forgetting the overwhelming pleasure that their wild sex brought her. The shoulder blades would soon regret the rug burns, but she'd forgive for now.
"Oh no you don't," she said breathlessly. "You serve under me." She pushed with her legs and flipped them over.
"Paris to Janeway."
"Shit," she seethed. "What do you want?" she said.
"You wanted to be informed of Maje Culluh's activities. He's powering up his engines."
"You interupted me, broke through my communications block out, for that?"
"I know you enjoy fucking the commander, Captain, but you're the one who left the standing order."
"You are aware that I will have to punish you, Lt.?" she said, still riding Chakotay with all the vigor she possessed.
"Yes, sir."
"Good, I'll be there momentarily. Janeway out." As she cut communications, she came, riding out the sensation and bringing Chakotay along with her to the edge. She flopped against him, then bit his shoulder.
"I hate to fuck and run, but duty calls." She got up and began dressing again.
"What are you going to do to Paris?" Chakotay said, licking his lips as he stared at her bare backside.
"I'm thinking about letting B'Elanna have her way with him. I think she bring him down a peg or two better then I could."
"I'd like to see that."
**
Kathryn rubbed her temples. The onslaught headache was only part of her problem. She sighed, focusing on Tuvok's voice. "What now?" she questioned, looking at Chakotay with a nasty grin.
"Maje Culluh is aboard. He seeks an audience with you."
"Oh, he does, does he."
"Yes, sir. Should I direct him to the briefing room?" Tuvok asked.
"No, show him to my ready room." Kathryn got up and stretched, noting Chakotay's reaction as the suit pulled and formed to her figure. "And this time," she began a little louder. "No disruptions. First one who does, I'll shoot on sight. Understand?" A chorus of 'yes, sir' rang around the bridge.
"Commander, you have the bridge."
**
"You realize of course, I should just blow you out of the heavens for hiding that woman," Kathryn said, her back to the Kazon.
"You are generous, Madame Captain."
"Generosity? No, I don't think so. I'm feeling. . .pleasant today. Tomorrow, I may not be. Let's get down to business. What do you want?"
Culluh rubbed his hands in anticipation. "Technology. Any you can spare. It would give my sect the power it needs to rule over this sector."
Janeway turned and narrowed her eyes. He caused revulsion to boil in her stomach. "Why should I help you?"
"Because I can give you protection, to our borders," Culluh said, crossing his arms over his chest.
"Can't you do any better then that? In case you haven't noticed, this is a warship. Superior fire power, speed. I could blow away your whole fleet in five minutes."
"We are a poor race, Captain. Surely there is something you want."
She slinked over to where he stood. "All right, I'll tell you want I want. First, I want some of your young warriors. Ones I can train to fight the way I want them too. Being brought to the sorry excuse of a quadrant has depleted my man power."
"Done," Culluh sneered. "I assume you have more."
"I need an unbiased opinion."
"On what, Captain?"
"On whether I'm a better lay then Seska."
**
"See our guests to their new quarters. Make sure they are outfitted in the standard uniform and have them report to Tuvok when they are settled in," Janeway said, standing behind the transporter controls with B'Elanna.
"Yes, sir," Harry said, taking the four Kazon warriors with him.
"And make sure they take showers," Janeway called after him. She then turned her attention to the Klingon female beside her.
"B'Elanna. I need you to do some disciplining for me."
"Who, do you want me, to take down a peg?" B'Elanna said, running her hand threw her wavy brown hair.
"Paris. I want you to make sure he understands that interruptions are not tolerated on this ship. Use whatever means you find necessary to convince him," Janeway said, noting the feral smile on B'Elanna's face.
"It will be glorious. I will not fail you, sir."
"See that you don't."
**
Kathryn entered her quarters and was immediately pushed against the wall. Her uniform ripped from her body, her legs spread.
"You're out of line, Commander," she hissed, secretly reveling in the roughness. "Besides, I thought you were a man of peace."
"I am a man of peace. But only when my woman doesn't go off fucking the first male that comes along."
Janeway closed her eyes at the sensation of him thrusting into her. "I had to know who was the better lay, me or Seska," she said, feeling the tell tale signs of orgasm beginning to fill her.
"I could have told you that," he hissed in her ear, biting her earlobe, biting along the curve of her neck.
"I needed it to be unbiased. Besides, you don't want me to become bored, do you?" she said, her knees threatening to buckle beneath her.
"If you wanted to get back at me for sleeping with Seska, it worked. We're even," he said, giving her one final thrust, then exploding within her. He pulled out of her and went over to the couch where he sat, nursing a glass with an unknown drink.
"At least have the courtesy of cleaning yourself before you sit on my couch," Kathryn said, going into her bedroom. She emerged a moment later, tying a satin robe around her waist. She threw a towel at him.
"I don't know how you do it. You're such a cold bitch, yet you have this feminine side."
"Why should that surprise you? You're the only one I show it to. Unless you think I'm bedding the entire male population of this ship."
Chakotay smirked. "Now why would I think that? Besides, if it were true, you would have taken care of Tom, instead of letting B'Elanna at him." He watched her cross the room, pull out a bottle of Romulan Ale, pour a tall glass and drain it in one gulp, then fill her glass back up.
She sat beside him on the couch, sliding a hand down his stomach and into his lap. She toyed with him, her lecture on cleaning himself far away. His breathing became labored.
"God I love this job," she said.
**
"Love. . .is nothing but a four letter word," Kathryn said, wiping her mouth after bringing Chakotay off. She rolled off the bed onto her feet. He sat back and watched her. He smiled with satisfaction when he saw the red marks marring her white skin.
"So, it's just sex, isn't it?" Chakotay said.
"Yes."
She smirked as she sat on the end of the bed. "Anything else requires commitment," Chakotay said, sitting up and crawling to place himself behind her.
"So, what was it like?"
"Sex with Culluh?" Kathryn said, not paying much attention to what he was doing to her. His hands between her legs, causing the most delicious sensations. "Interesting. But not my taste. Only thing I can say is he knew where to hit and hit it well."
"Yeah, but I bet he can't keep going all night."
"Nor does he have a flare for slamming me against walls, though that's the way I prefer." She turned, pinching his chin ruthlessly. "You owe me a new uniform."
He pinched and she yelped, but started moving against his hand. "Nah, I've wanted to rip that damn thing off of you for the longest time."
"Obviously."
"Admit it Kathryn, you like it," he said, continuing his rough assault on her.
"If I didn't, I wouldn't be captain of this ship."
"I think you owe Owen Paris for that one," Chakotay said, grimacing as Kathryn's nails dug into his thighs.
"Yeah. Chases me around his ready room desk like some dog chasing a bitch, then when he finally manages to convince me to screw him, he comes in two seconds flat."
"Got you this ship, didn't it?" Kathryn's breathing became labored.
"And that bastard of a son of his."
**
B'Elanna turned and hit him square in the jaw. He fought to keep his balance, but failed, landing hard on his backside.
"Don't ever, ever interrupt the captain when she's with Cha-kotay." She grabbed him by the collar and hauled him to his feet. Her teeth bared, he grimaced slightly. "So, now you're believing." She kneed him in the crotch, the air rushing out of him.
"God, all I did was hail her."
"You broke her code to contact her. You must learn why things work on a ship." B'Elanna crouched beside him. "Believe me, if you think I'm bad, wait until you see Janeway go without. . .satisfaction."
"So, you're saying. . . that. . .the only reason . . .Cha-kotay. . .is first officer. . . is because. . .he's sleeping with her?"
B'Elanna slapped his shoulder and gave him the feral smile. "What can I say, they need each other. He's the only one, as long as I've known her, that can satisfy her carnal cravings."
"Lucky bastard," Paris grimaced as B'Elanna started in on him again.
**
"Hail them," Janeway ordered, rolling her shoulders. Yes, the rug burns on her shoulder blades were making their presence known. She looked over her shoulder to Neelix. "Hail them!"
"On screen," the Talaxian said.
A face appeared, disease ridden, hideous. "I'm Salran."
Janeway straightened slightly. Chakotay smirked at her discomfort. He was surprised she could even wear her underwear after what he'd done to her. "This is Captain Janeway of the warship Voyager."
"Can you please assist us? We are battling a deadly plague."
"How deadly?" Janeway drawled.
"It's wiping out our population. None of my race is immune."
Janeway stood and stretched her fingers in her gloves. "What do you have to offer us in return."
"Medical databases, knowledge of all species we've encountered in our travels." Janeway thought of the possibilities.
"Tell you what, why don't you send your information to our chief medical officer and let him at it."
"We would appreciate any help. I'm transferring the data now," Salran said, glad to finally meet someone who could help them.
"We'll hail you when we have news," Janeway said. She made a cutting motion across her throat and Neelix killed the transmission.
"Bridge to sickbay."
"Sickbay here."
"Have you received the information?" Janeway asked, sitting back in her chair and hiking one leg over the arm rest, dangling her foot.
"They are beyond help, Captain. It seems they harvest organs for survival from other species."
"We can't have that, can we?" Janeway said, noting the smile on Tuvok's face.
"The only humane thing I can think of, is to euthanasia the entire population."
"Do it. Quietly, doctor. I don't want them to know."
"I will hook my neural network into the ship systems immediately. I will inform you when the job is complete."
**
"Death comes. . .unexpectedly," Janeway said, looking out the briefing room window. In the reflection, she could see the faces of her senior crew. "Oh well, it's unfortunate, what has happened to the Viidians."
"It was painless," the doctor said, standing at the back of the room. Janeway cocked her head. "I assure you Captain, there was nothing I could inflict upon them that the Phage wasn't doing already."
"How are our new Kazon crew fitting in?" she directed to Tuvok.
"They're eager to please. I believe the Delaney sisters are aquatinting them with different areas of the ship." The men smirked.
"Any discipline problems?"
"Michael Jonas has been punished accordingly for working with Seska."
"Are you planning on doing anything with Lon Suder?" Chakotay asked. She put her hands on the back of the high backed chair.
"Imprison one of my best assassins? No. He has free reign, just as everyone else. If he gets out of control, we have ways to help him."
"Figures," Paris muttered under his breath. He still didn't like the idea of Chakotay with the captain. He wanted to follow in his father's footsteps. The best lay in the galaxy, his father had said about Kathryn Janeway.
"Excuse me, Lt. I didn't hear that," Janeway said.
"Figures he'd have a soft spot for him, especially after he killed Stadi. Just like the peaceful members of his tribe. Gutless."
He never got another word out as Chakotay vaulted over the table and attacked Paris, his hands going around the younger man's throat. The other men jumped in, half trying to pull off Chakotay, the other trying to pull off Paris. Doc, Kes and B'Elanna watched with grins of amusement.
"Gentlemen," she said. Janeway narrowed her eyes at being ignored. "Gentlemen!" she said louder. Then she picked up the chair beneath her hands and threw it at the wall console. "Another time."
She noted the shocked look on their faces. "Dismissed. Cha-kotay, stay behind." The rest shuffled out of the room. "B'Elanna," she said, before the Klingon was completely out of the room. "Another session on Mr. Paris, I believe. If you find it necessary, call Tuvok."
"Yes, Sir," she said.
"Computer, engage security lockout," she said, crawling across the table to where her first officer stood. "I hate it when you do that, because now I have to work off this tension." She grabbed him, pulled him to her and pressed her lips to his, opening them and ravaging the inside of his mouth with her tongue.
He grabbed onto her buttocks and clenched painfully, eliciting a low growl from her throat. "I love it when you do that. It excites me."
"I know," he said, pulling at her uniform.