“Ensign Kim, please turn to your emergency medical channel.”

Harry did. “Lieutenant Paris is on the loose. He’s looking for his L’ysiala (pronounced liss-I-all-a) and must be returned to sickbay. The Captain and Tuvok are-indisposed.”

“Wait a minute, wait a minute, what’s a L’ysiala?”

“A-uh-mate. He’s reacting to Mr. Paris’s feelings toward a person-he begins to engage in sexual intercourse with people he cares foe- the one he continues with is his L’ysiala- I don’t have time to explain. His change in biology is keeping the computer from locating him so I need you to do it manually.”

“I’ll round up a security team. Oh, and I best tell B’Elanna. Ayala you have the bridge.”

Harry exited engineering and headed to security. “I’m looking for my L’ysiala, are you him?” Turning Harry found himself faced with a disheveled Tom Paris (I like him messy ok?!)

“Tom-” he began, but was cut off by a passionate kiss. Tom bore him to the floor of the corridor. His talented hands began removing Harry’s uniform as his lips possessed the young ensign’s. He moved down Harry’s neck and to his chest, nibbling at his nipples. Harry moaned, held captive by his own arousal.

Tom broke away and looked Harry in the eye. “You are my brother/friend. Not my L’ysiala.”

Getting up he left Harry lying half naked in the corridor, panting and red with arousal.

“I’m looking for my L’ysiala. Are you her?”

“I’m not aware what a L’ysiala is, please explain.”

Tom cocked his head at Seven, “No you are not my L’ysiala.” turning he left astrometrics.

Chapter 3