“Do you have an update on Mr. Paris’s condition?”

“I do.” the Doctor sighed, “Despite popular belief Lieutenant Paris is not entirely human. His mother was Desjessian. From what Mr. Paris tells me he is entering a perfectly normal stage in the Desjessian life span. That of seeking the perfect mate. It is similar to the vulcan Ponn Farr. Mr. Paris will have no control over himself, nor will he have any memory of his actions. He’ll be trying to find his mate, so he’ll be interacting with people he cares for. Kissing mostly, but the more he cares for them, the-farther he’ll take it. What’s more, friendship will attract him as well as sexual liking.”

“Are you saying Mr. Paris will force himself on those he likes?” Tuvok questioned.

“He’ll be exuding pheremones, irresistible to most people.” The Doctor looked at Tuvok, “Including vulcans. I’ve sedated Mr. Paris, but we need to find a more permanent solu-“ The Doctor vanished mid word.

“It must be glitch in his emitter, I’ll check it.” Tuvok offered.

Captain Janeway nodded. What a time for Chakotay to take off to meditate in his quarters. She would’ve liked his advice on Lieutenant Paris.

Tuvok checked the holoemitter. It was in perfect working order. He heard a step behind him he saw Lieutenant Paris. His hair was mussed, his face was flushed and he was breathing heavily. At the sight of him Tuvok’s own pulse began to quicken. His voice, when he spoke, was breathless. I’m looking for my L’ysiala. Are you him?” Without waiting for an answer he grabbed Tuvok and crushed his lips to the vulcan’s. As Tom’s soft lips caressed his Tuvok fact the fever of the Ponn Farr come over him. Tom slipped his tongue into Tuvok’s mouth to taste him. Then carefully, he pulled away. “You are a friend. Not my L’ysiala.” With that Tom turned and exited the office. Leaving Tuvok, panting behind.

Captain Janeway heard steps behind her, “Did you find out what was wrong-“ her question died on her lips. It wasn’t Tuvok coming towards her, but Tom. He was all in a disarray, and there was strange glint in his eyes.

“I’m looking for my L’ysiala. Are you her?” Again, not waiting for an answer he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into a heart stopping kiss. Unconsciously she moaned and leaned into the kiss. He slid his arms around to caress her back, then ran his hands around to caress the inside of her thighs. Finally he broke away to look at her. “You are a mother/sister. Not my L’ysiala.” Turning he left the sickbay. Breathless and aroused she didn’t even try to stop him. Once she managed to come to her senses she went to the office to check on Tuvok.

She found him in the doctor’s office, behind a force field. Pacing. “Computer deactive force field.” She called, thinking Paris had trapped him in there. She was soon corrected.

“Don’t. I’ve entered the Ponn Farr.” Janeway hesitated, and then entered the office. Stepping forward she placed one hand on his arm. Growling he pulled her to him and slammed his mouth down on hers......

Sorry kiddies. I can’t write het. Use your imaginations.

Chapter 2