by NE
(and I've reactivated my hotmail account so now you can actually reach me too)



Multiple pairings implied. Written July 2004. Rated PG-13.

Beta read by the ever patient and wonderfully picky Shayenne. Thank you!

Disclaimer: Star Trek:Voyager and the characters used in this story all belong to Paramount. No infringement intended. Blah, blah...



“Velcome, I am Doktor Johann Schmidt.”
      “Doctor, please...”
      “May I remind you, Kapitan, that some of the vorld’s greatest psychologists–”
      Kathryn held up a hand to silence him.
      “Can you at least drop the accent?”
      The Doctor gave her a hurt look and pushed the old-fashioned glasses up his nose.
      “All right, then. Welcome, I’m Doctor Smith.” He gestured towards a bulky green leather sofa. “Please, have a seat.”
      She sat down, reluctantly, and watched the Doctor slide into an equally bulky green armchair. She looked around. Antiquated clocks, heavy dark curtains. He’d really gone for the ancient Earth look. He was even wearing a nineteenth century suit, and the walls of his holographic office were covered with flowery wallpaper. She hated flowery wallpaper. In fact, she resented being there at all. Chakotay had offered an ear—after all, he was the defacto ship’s councilor. Blah, blah, blah. She’d smiled and declined and he had called the Doctor the second she’d left his office.
      “Bastard,” she muttered.
      “Excuse me?”
      She looked up and put on a smile that she hoped would look genuine.
      “Oh, not you. Not you,” she assured him.
      “Then who?”
      “If you keep asking questions like that, Doctor, I will start calling you names.”
      He sighed in the overly dramatic way that only someone who doesn’t actually breathe can sigh. Or possibly a Vulcan. And perhaps Neelix, only he was never one for sighing. Not at all the way that–
      “Who?”
      “What?”
      “Who’s the bastard?”
      “Huh?”
      The Doctor rolled his eyes. Another one of his non-human exaggerations, she thought.
      “Please, Captain, you’re obviously distressed. Let me help you. Tell me what’s bothering you. Why are you here?”
      She glared at him.
      “I’m here because Chakotay made me come. Bastard.”
      “Oh, he’s the bastard.”
      “What?”
      He smiled patiently and entered something into the PADD he was holding.
      “Nothing. Go on.”
      She leaned over, tried to see what he was writing, but he put the PADD on his knee, face down.
      “About what’s bothering me...”
      “Yes?”
      “Can’t we just tell everyone I’ve been here, that I was cured, and end this now?”
      “No.”
      “I can order you.”
      “No, you can’t.”
      “I can make your life a living hell.”
      He smiled.
      “So can Commander Chakotay.”
      She threw her hands in the air.
      “All right. It’s Seven.”
      “Seven?”
      “And Chakotay.”
      “Their relationship? Well, I’m not overly fond of it either, Captain.”
      “But mostly Seven.”
      “Oh?”
      Kathryn leaned back, stretched her arms and let her hands caress the soft leather of the holographic sofa. It felt real to her touch, smooth. Perfect for lovemaking, she thought.
      “Yes. Her soft blonde hair, the cool blue eyes—oh, you should see them when she’s in bed, not so cold then, I tell you—and her...”
      “Captain?”
      She sat up straight, remembering that she was talking to the Doctor. She felt her cheeks flush, and something coursed through her body—endorphins, perhaps—something that translated into excitement, telling her to go find Seven, to...
      “Yes?” she replied, and cleared her throat to get rid of the sultry tone the thought of Seven had brought to her voice.
      “When you said it was Seven and the Commander that bothered you, I assumed...”
      “That I would be upset about not having Chakotay? Oh, I am.”
      “I didn’t realize that you and Seven... that you... well, I mean, that the two of you...”
      “Were lovers? Not many did.” She chuckled. “You all seemed to think I regarded her as a daughter.” Leaning back, she kicked off her boots and tucked her feet under her. If he really wanted her to tell him, then who was she to object?
      “You didn’t?”
      She smiled mischievously.
      “You think I’d be this upset about a simple thing like having to accept Chakotay as my step-son-in-law?”
      “You wouldn’t?”
      “No, of course not. What bothers me, though, is that they’ve both shut me out. I’ve lost my lovers. Both of them.”
      “You and Commander Chakotay were lovers?”
      “Oh, please, Doctor. We have been since the day he stepped onto Voyager. You’re not that blind, are you?”
      “And you and Seven were lovers as well?”
      “Yes,” she said with a purr. “But Seven was so much more of a challenge. She had to find her humanity.” Kathryn’s hands were painting lofty images in the air, and she slid down the sofa until she was lying down, her head on the armrest. “And her sexuality. And then her courage.” She sighed and closed her eyes, drifting off into the memories.
      “And then?”
      The Doctor’s voice trembled slightly, but she didn’t care. She guessed he would report his findings to Chakotay. She hoped that was the case; it would serve Chakotay right to learn that she’d had his untouched—or so he thought—young blonde in her bed many times before him. That she’d had Seven writhing with pleasure, a veil of sweat covering her pale body, whispering her Captain’s name. And the Doctor, with his hopeless crush on Seven. For a brief moment, she felt sorry for him, but they—the Doctor and Chakotay—were the ones who wanted her to talk. She had told them both that she preferred not to, but they had persisted, and now they were going to hear the answers whether they wanted to or not. That should teach them to mind their own business in the future, she thought.
      “And then...” she repeated in a whisper. “Did you know that she has the cutest little birthmark right...” she pointed to a spot on her pelvis “... here? No, of course you didn’t, Doctor. Tell me, does she undress for you, when you examine her? Medically, I mean.”
      There was no answer.
      “No, I didn’t think so. Much too shy, isn’t she?”
      “I didn’t realize that you... Captain, I didn’t know you had romantic relationships onboard Voyager.”
      “Did you really think I’d spent the last seven years in celibacy? Did it ever occur to you that perhaps I’ve just become good at hiding my relationships, so people won’t get the wrong idea?”
      “Kathryn...”
      Kathryn? Why was he suddenly using her first name? She opened her eyes, and found him kneeling by the sofa.
      “I did have a crush on Seven, yes,” he said. “But I’ve had a crush on someone else too, for much longer. I just never knew she was accessible.”
      With a jolt, she realized he was talking about her. The anticipation that had circled her veins since she had started talking about Seven, settled between her legs. Why not the Doctor? He might help take her mind off Seven and Chakotay, and the best thing about holographic lovers were that they were... customizable. She smiled slightly. And this one had sentience as well, a mind of his own. He had initiative, imagination, and lust.
      “Tell me about her.”
      “I thought I was the one asking the questions.”
      She laughed and was delighted when he replied with a broad smile. He reached out to touch her cheek.
      “She has blue eyes as well, just like Seven. But they’re never as cold; they’re never void of emotion. It’s one of the things about her that makes her so attractive.” His hand moved to the first button of her shirt, opening it. “I want to see how those eyes look when she’s in bed, making love.”
      “Would a green holographic couch do?”
      “Or possibly on a green holographic couch, yes.”
      He moved onto the sofa, settling on top of her. She wrapped her arms around him, humming slightly.
      “Do you think that could cure me?”
      “Oh, certainly. But it might require several consultations.”
      “I can live with that.”
      “Did you know,” he continued, placing a kiss on the swell of her breasts where he had unbuttoned her shirt, “that I’m programmed with the techniques of all of Earth’s greatest lovers? Don Juan, Casanova, James T. Kirk...”
      She put a finger to his lips to silence him.
      “Why don’t you just show me?”

The End.



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