Author?s note : the song is ?fly away? from the moulin rouge soundtrack


The Security team sent to retrieve Paris was led by commander Chakotay, they were tense as they walked down the echoing corridors of the capitol. Abundant plants filled partially concealed alcoves and the scent of flowers pervaded the air. The sound of a piano accompanying a rich tenor voices drifted down the hall.

I follow the night
Can't stand the light
When will I begin
To live again?

One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
What more could your Love do for me?
When will Love be through with me?

They seemed to be heading towards the music

Why live life from dream to dream?
And dread the day when dreaming ends

One day I'll fly away
Leave all this to yesterday
Why live life from dream to dream?
And dread the day when dreaming ends

They entered a room and saw a blond man at the piano, playing while a group of people sat nearby chairs, listening with obvious enjoyment.

One day I'll fly away
Fly, fly away

The music stopped and their guide cleared his voice. Tom turned around and the security team pulled out their phasers and pointed them at him. He cocked an eyebrow ?What is it with people and pointing their lasers lately?? The security team looked at each other in confusion.

?What??

****

?I don?t get it. Why would Seska try to kill you??

?I haven?t the faintest idea. To tell you the truth I have a feeling she was completely insane. She kept babbling about me ?not getting him?. If it hadn?t been for the Rythomanians I?d have been killed by the fall.?

?The evidence is clear.? Captain Janeway said, ?The Rythomanian?s testimonies match yours. I?m sorry for the confusion. I?ve sent Tuvok to take Seska into custody.?

?Tuvok to the Captain.?

?Yes Tuvok??

?It seems Seska has eluded us. There is a shuttle missing. I can only guess that when she found out Paris was alive she chose to leave before she was discovered.?

?Affirmative Tuvok, do you have any clue where she went??

?I?m afraid not Captain.?

?Thank you Tuvok?

****

Candle light filled the room with dim light, on the bed lay a figure glowing gold. His head was thrown back, he was flushed with arousal, the epitome of beauty. That?s right, Tom Paris lay sprawled naked on Chakotay?s bed, waiting for him. Chakotay walked over to him. He loved the idea of what he was seeing. Tom Paris naked in his bed. It was his idea of heaven. He moved to straddle the other man. The feel of him, sending shivers down Chakotay?s back. Tom slipped his hand down Chakotay?s pants, stroking him. Chakotay moaned, putting a mischievous smile on Tom?s face. ?Tease? He groaned.

?Mmmhmm.? Tom moved up to plant a passionate kiss on Chakotay?s lips. Chakotay?s clothes vanished as Tom?s hand stroked him. Chakotay put his hands Tom?s chest. He wanted to touch every inch of him. But he never got that chance. Tom?s skilled hands brought him to completion and he woke as he came, Tom?s name on his lips. Quivering in disappointment. Chakotay got himself some tea. It wasn?t enough. He couldn?t stand being around the pilot without the chance to kiss him for real. Just once.

Just once? Hurumph. Who was he kidding? He knew that once he got a taste of Tom Paris he would become addicted. If only he had a clue about Tom?s feelings for him. Maybe he should meditate. Maybe his spirit guide would know what to do.

Chapter 5