peja (peja) wrote in multi_fiction, @ 2009-02-01 15:47:00 |
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Entry tags: | ds9, rated: explicit, slash, startrek, voyager, x-over |
Fic: The Healing Time
THE HEALING TIME
by PEJA
Fandom: Star Trek Voyager
Pairing: Chakotay/Paris Dukat/Paris, implied
Rating: NC-17
Archive: WWOMB.
Feedback: If you want to see more.....
Series/Sequel: This story is the result of a story by Morticia, called "Double Jeopardy" and written with permission from that author to use her universe. Thankz to Morticia for the story that inspired and the permission to expand.
You can catch Morticia's story (best bet if you want to follow this with any chance of understanding) at:
http://www.squidge.org/peja/cgi-bin/vie
Disclaimers: these characters are Gene Roddenbery's. anyway, well I sure as heck do NOT own these guys. It's the first dip into this pond, even...so be nice
Summary: Chakotay's betrayal unhinges Paris. Paris is back in Cardassian hands with only Chakotay to dig him out.
Notes: BDSM WARNING/TORTURE WARNING/BE CAREFUL WARNING. Abuse and violence in abundance.
Warnings: hey, didn't we just do that...?
Acknowledgments: thankz to Morticia for letting me play with this little universe of hers
This Story begins with http://peja.insanejournal.com/6708.html
Chapter 2
Chakotay didn’t lose any time getting to sickbay. Only to find himself banished to a waiting room while the doctors took their time, so it seemed, in determining the patient’s injuries.
Minutes passed like hours, hours like days, but still he waited. Waited and worried, sweating guilt from his pores while his mind lacerated his soul with condemnation. He'd let his rage get the better of him when he'd banished Paris to the prision planet, and he could not deny that it had been a white hot rage that had devised the lie that had sent Paris away. And led to his mental collapse. His capture by Dukat. If he died....
Chakotay buried his face in his hands, unable to bear the mortal guilt that weighed down on his shoulders.
"Comander?"
Chakotay stood quickly, searching the doctor's impassive face for any sign of hope. And found none.
"Mr Paris is unresponsive at this time." The doctor spoke softly. "His injuries...are severe. We've treated them and his body is healing nicely. His mind however..." The man shrugged. "I would suggest we deliver him back to the facility on Auckland as quickly as possible. They can at least make him comfortable until..."
Dark eyes narrowed. "Until?"
"Sir, this man is dying."
"You said he was healing."
The doctor nodded. "Phsyically, yes. We can..we have repaired his injuries, Sir. We have done everything we can, but Paris has a strong will. His files indicate that he's been trying to end his life for the entire time of his incarceration. Its only a matter of time before..."
Slicing his hand across the air, Chakotay shook his head. He pushed past the doctor and across sickbay to where Paris lie. "That I unacceptable. Tom Paris is not going to will himself to death." He brushed back Tom's hair with a tender hand. "Do you hear me, Tom?" He said at Paris' ear. "You are not going to die, boy."
A scowl ghosted over Tom's pale features.
Chakotay's smile was wolfish as he picked up Tom's limp hand and held it in his own. "You're listening. You can hear me. And that's all I need to know. You can sleep your life away for a little while, get your head around the fact that I'm here with you if that's what you want, boy, but sooner or later I'm going to break through your fear and you are going to wake up. When you can't stand to hide from me any longer, you are going to wake up. Do you hear me, Tom Paris? You can't hide from me forever."
"Sir..."
"Go away, doctor. I'll tend to him for now."
"You?"
""You heard me. I will look after him."
"But..."
"See what you can do about finding me a nurse who is willing to cover for me when I'm not here."
"But...?
"Dismissed, Doctor." Chakotay snapped over his shoulder. "Leave me alone with him