What You've Got
by Suz suzvoy@tesco.net

Disclaimer - the characters are owned by the Para-Borg. They will not assimilate me!

I finished my Noel Coward story!

'Your fetching physique is hardly unique,
You're mentally not so hot;
You'll never win laurels because of your morals,
But I'll tell you what you've got...'

- Noel Coward


It wasn't his body. She knew from the picture in his profile when Tuvok had been sent out to infiltrate his cell that it had seen better days. His uniform was a little too tight in places, and while this often gave her a very nice view when he bent over a console, it also meant she could at other times see the flab around his stomach.

It wasn't his face. While it was handsome and extremely nice to look at, it was hardly unique. It seemed that just about everyone she'd ever met was handsome or beautiful. She still hadn't figured that one out.

It wasn't his hands. As wonderful as they felt when they...


...where was she...?

Ah, yes.

It definitely wasn't his hands.

It wasn't his eyes. The way they would smile warmly at her in humour, then latch onto hers in panic. The way they would promise her everything if she would just relax. They way they would plead with her to take it easy for once. The way they would stare at her as if they could see every part of her that had ever existed.

It wasn't the way he interacted with the crew. Bringing them all together; Starfleet, Maquis, Talaxian. Acting as a bridge between all of them because she had asked him too.

It wasn't the other women. Well, one that she know about. An 8472 for Gods sake! That didn't endear him to her.

It was his voice. His words.

She had come this far, survived attacks by countless individuals...to become unravelled and beaten by the way he spoke.

No, not beaten.

Merely equalled.

But it was enough.

Did he have to be so damn eloquent? Did he have to make up such beautiful, creative stories? Did he have to speak so softly, convey his concern so tenderly?

Did he have to argue with such utter conviction?

Why couldn't he have had a voice like Neelix? There was nothing wrong with Neelix's voice; it was a very nice voice. But at least it wasn't the kind of voice that put ridiculous images into her head. Like falling asleep next to a fire together, waking up and listening to him snore, telling ridiculously disgusting jokes then getting stinking drunk and waking up having no memory of the night before.


He knows nothing of this of course. He starts his shift cheerily, sitting in his chair and smiling at her.

"Good morning Captain!"

She greets him in return, but knows he's wondering why she's glaring at him. And if he asks her later in that soft, damn gentle voice of his, "Kathryn, are you okay?" (which she knows he will), she's going to have to scream. Or kiss him.


by Suz suzvoy@tesco.net

Disclaimer - "Ah, hello." said the EMH as he was assimilated by the Para-Borg.

This is a drabble sequel to 'What You've Got'.


"Kathryn, are you okay?"

It was her own fault, she supposed. He must have noticed the way she was keeping quiet, hardly speaking a word to anyone. And she'd known - she'd *known* - that he was going to ask her how she was feeling.

She had to choose a plan of action.

She had told herself that when he asked there were only two options - to scream, or to kiss him.

Standing from her chair she forcefully marched towards her ready room.

One second after the doors closed a high pitched scream was heard.

Chakotay reached her quickly.


Replicating A Silencer
by Suz suzvoy@tesco.net

Disclaimer - Paramount own 'em. Yeah.

Sequel to the other drabble, 'Scream'.


"Here," she said as he entered her ready room.

"What?" he asked, wondering why she was handing him something when he should be asking her why the hell she was screaming. But he took the scarf she had no doubt replicated anyway.

"This is your gag. I've had it Chakotay. You're not allowed to speak anymore."


"You have to stop being so damn nice."

He was baffled, but played along. "And you think that not being able to speak will stop me being nice?"

She nodded.

Dropping the scarf, he moved his hands towards her shoulders.

"No...dammit, no!"


A Man With A Deathwish
by Suz suzvoy@tesco.net

Disclaimer - Paramount Shmaramount.

Argh! It's another drabble! This one is a sequel to 'Replicating A Silencer'.


She was a big pile of goo. For all her intelligence, experience, and scientific knowledge...she was a big pile of goo.

"Hmpf," she managed to utter feebly, her only objection since those hands had locked onto her shoulders and kneaded her into submission.

Perhaps it wasn't his voice after all.

Somehow she ended up lying on her front on the couch.



He had her hands tied together with the scarf in two seconds.

Eyes opened in shock. "What!?"

"Old Indian rope trick."

"You mean Dead Indian rope trick!" she yelled, even as she fell off the couch.


An Accident. Honest.
by Suz suzvoy@tesco.net

Disclaimer - "I've always admired your...clever fiendishness," Arachnia said as she was assimilated by the Para-Borg.

A sequel to 'A Man With A Deathwish'.

It's a drabble with a cliffhanger! BWAHAHAHA!


"I want you to tell me why the hell you're acting so strangely." Chakotay told her.

"And *that's* why you tied me up?" she yelled.

Nodding calmly, he still looked worried for her sanity.

Exasperated, Kathryn tried to find a way to tap her com badge with her hands behind her back. Struggling to her feet she headed over to the wall and tried to lean her com badge against it to tap it. Why the hell did her breasts have to be so large?

Just as she turned away from the wall, Chakotay's hand touched her breast.

They froze.


The Hand That...
by Suz suzvoy@tesco.net

Disclaimer - "The weak will perish," Species 8472 said as they were assimilated by the Para-Borg.

Sequel to 'An Accident. Honest.'


"Sorry! I was just going to remove your com badge when you...moved."

His face became even duskier than normal.

His hand was still on her breast.

Suddenly realising he quickly let go and moved to the other side of her ready room at warp nine.

The Hand That Touched The Breast Of Kathryn Janeway reached up and tugged at his ear. He faced the wall. "I'm really sorry."

"Stuff it," she retorted "you've been wanting to do that for years."

"Maybe," he told the wall."But it's not how I imagined-"

"You've been fantasising about touching my breast?"

Cringing. "Maybe..."


Museum Piece
by Suz suzvoy@tesco.net

Disclaimer - "Hmpf," said Odo as the Para-Borg tried to assimilate him.

Would make more sense if you've read my other drabbles.

Anna's fault!

Mark drabble!


"And here we have our masterpiece," the guide stated proudly, presenting the work of art with a practised flourish of his hands.

The crowd gathered around the clear plastic case, fascinated by the object within.

They had read about it, even seen pictures of it...but nothing prepared them for the moment of seeing something so rare.

A man jumped loudly through the door, two security officers holding his shoulders. "That isn't the only one!" he yelled. "Me! I did it too!"

They snorted, and looked back at the painting of The Hand That Touched The Breast Of Kathryn Janeway.


One Of Many
by Suz suzvoy@tesco.net

Disclaimer - "Let me make you an offer," Quark said as he was assimilated by the Para-Borg.

Again, Anna's fault.

Makes more sense if you read my other drabbles...


The man yelled as he waved his arms about, desperate to receive some attraction and much needed business for the picture he held.

"Five credits! Only five credits for this highly collectable picture!"

They'd been ignoring him since he started at fifty credits, and it was only now that someone shouted back.

"Highly collectable? Please! It's hardly original."

The seller pondered his words. "One credit! Just one credit for this...very nice picture!"

Finally a woman took pity and bought one before quickly folding up the picture of One Of The Many Hands That Had Touched The Chest Of Chakotay.


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