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Title: Janeway Archive as you will. I'd love to know if you enjoyed it. Constructive criticism is welcome. Flames are not.
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Janeway (VOY, P/K, J/K NC-17 ) "Janeway to Kim" Harry sat bolt upright. Even in his sleep he obeyed the Captain. "Yes ma'am" His voice sounded thick. "Harry, be in my ready room in five minutes. Janeway out."
Still disoriented with sleep, Harry quietly slipped out of bed. He
climbed into his uniform and made his way out. Harry stepped off the lift and looked down the hall. It was late and no one seemed to be moving. The door to the Ready Room swooshed open to admit him. He stepped into the subdued light, still rubbing the sleep from his eyes. "Ma'am?" Janeway sat in her chair. She eyed him carefully. Harry caught something flash across her face. It was an expression he had never seen on her before. He knew it though, he had seen it often enough from Tom. "Harry, come here." He had covered half the distance between them before he stopped himself. "Ma'am, I'm sorry, but what's this about?" She drummed her fingers impatiently on the desk. "Harry, you know I could have busted you for disobeying a direct order." Her eyes raked over him as she rose. "I still could..." She moved closer to him. Harry backed away. He couldn't see where he was going and got tangled in the chairs. He fell hard into one of them. Janeway stood over him, blotting out everything else in his view. She leaned down. Harry tried to move back, but she seized the arms of the chair and held him firmly. He shrank back as far as possible. "Harry, if you obey me, things wil go much smoother for you and Tom." She paused for effect. Harry's mouth dropped open. How could she have known? Not even B'Elanna knew. "Oh yes... I know all about that." Janeway straddled him, sliding into the chair with him. She leaned forward and seized him by the neck. She kissed him. She was neither careful nor considerate. Harry struggled. She yanked him by the hair. Her tongue plundered his mouth and her teeth savaged his lips. Harry didn't struggle too hard, he knew better. She drew a finger across his cheek. "Excellent. I think we understand one another." Harry swallowed hard. He tried to mask the fear but he was not very successful. She grinned at him, her lips curling. She slid back, off Harry and the chair. "I'll expect to see you in my quarters tonight. Say 2100 hours."
She left the room. Harry remained trembling in the chair.
Harry's heart pounded in his chest. He had told no one, not even Tom.
especially not Tom. When he had asked where Harry had gone at that hour,
Harry just shrugged. Now he mumbled something about having to take care
of something important. Harry knew he was terrible liar but he didn't
know how to face Tom with this. Now he stood at the Captain's door at
2100 hours. He just stood, fear and resignation warring with one
another. The door suddenly swooshed open, making Harry jump. Janeway
stood in the doorway, still in uniform. Her eyes travelled over him with
hunger and anticipation. Harry sighed and his head drooped. She seized
him by the collar and dragged him into her quarters. "Ensign, Thank you for coming." Harry's eyes stayed resolutely on the floor. "Why don't you sit down?" She walked away from him. Harry shuffled to the couch and dropped into it like a lead weight. He looked up to see Janeway approaching with something in her hand. She had the look of a shark about to feed. "Harry, I know this is making you nervous, so I have a little something here to help you relax and enjoy..." Her voice trailed off in what Harry perceived to be a threatening way. With blinding speed she shot the hypospray into Harry's neck. He cried out, clutching the spot where she shot him. He pushed her away. She leered at him openly now. It was obvious that the substance she injected into him was beginning to work. "Oh it won't hurt you Harry. It will just make you more ready for me."
She laughed and began to slip out of her uniform. Harry's vision began
to blur and he felt incredibly hot. He felt a sudden rush, then his mind
became blank. Harry came to with a start. He was completely disoriented. He felt and saw the marks left on him. His lip felt swollen and his back hurt. He and his clothes had been left on the couch in a heap. What was it that Tom had once joked? 'I'll bet she rides'em hard and puts'em away wet.'
Uncontrollable tears began to roll down his cheeks. He gathered himself
up and made his way back to his quarters. "Har... " Tom grabbed him by the shoulders spinning him around. He was shocked at his red rimmed, tear stained eyes. The defeat and humiliation was painful for Tom to see. "What happened? Are you OK? Where were you?" Harry was sweaty and grimey. He felt filthy. He leaned into Tom's arms and held him like there was no tomarrow. "Tom. I'm so sorry..." "Har ?!? what happened?" "The Captain... she knows." "Knows what?" "About us." Tom sucked his breath in with a whistle. He ran his hand protectively up and down Harry's back. He kissed the top of his head. "Har, you smell like ... sex." It then dawned on him where Harry had been. Anger welled up in his chest and Harry saw it. "Tom, I'm sorry. She made me. I didn't..."
"I know you didn't, baby. I know you didn't." I want the Text Version |
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