Title:
Black Eyes, Blue Tears
Author: Amiroq.
the KiTfox (of the Wolves)
Email:
fitchett@netaccess.co.nz
Size: 20K
Rating: NR
Codes: Angst,
Rape, Violence, Other
Summary:
B'Elanna and Chakotay's relationship is put to the test when an old acquaintance
restarts old
games. Set sometime early second season.
Disclaimer:
Paramount owns Star Trek. Dedicated with love to Jessi Hawkins, aka Jess in Oz.
This story contains
graphic non-consentual sex. It should be rated NC-17, but I feel that
rating just
*doesn't go* with that sort of sex. That and the fact that, frankly, I'm scared
to label a
story NC-17. :)
Black Eyes, Blue
Tears
It was decidedly
hot in Engineering.
Kathryn had decreed
that Harry and B'Elanna work together on a major project, problem
solving for
perhaps a week or more to find a solution to the stubborn variance in the phase
barriers that
just wouldn't adjust, no matter how hard B'Elanna worked her staff.
Chakotay had
arrived an hour ago to help.
B'Elanna saw Harry
holding back a smile out of the corner of her eye as Chakotay shot her
another look,
and glared at him. His smile got bigger. So did her glare.
She glanced at the
time, and sighed. It was still only 1847. That meant another thirteen
minutes before
she got off shift. Another thirteen minutes before she and Chakotay were due
to go to the
holodeck for a little R&R... A smile crept across her lips. Harry
sniggered.
She glared at
him again.
...1848.
---
The corridor was
almost deserted that night, as she and Chakotay walked to his quarters on
Deck Two.
Deserted enough, at least, for them to carry on a reasonably private
conversation
without being
overheard. "So then he convinced them he was a doctor, diagnosed a few of
their patients,
guessed the treatments, and was given an escort out of the systems for his
help,"
Chakotay finished. B'Elanna chuckled.
"What happened
to him, anyway?"
"He joined
another unit. He was getting too well known in our area. It's a pity. I think
you would have
liked him."
"He'd have
been great out here."
"So are
you."
She smiled, shaking
her head. "Must you say that every time we start a conversation?"
"It's true. We
could never have gotten this far without you. You remember that first
anomaly? Even a
week into the DQ, you sav-" A crewman turning the corner a little too
quickly,
banging into them.
"Uh, sorry,
Commander, Lieu-" He stopped when he saw just who it was he was
addressing, and
folded his
arms. "Lieutenant," he finished slowly. "Didn't expect to see
you here."
A faint growl
rolled out of B'Elanna's throat. Chakotay looked back and forth between them.
"You two
know each other?"
"You could say
that," B'Elanna said stiffly. She brushed past him, all remnants of her
previous good
mood shattered. Chakotay had to jog to catch up.
"Who was
that?"
"Just someone
I met in the Academy. We had a fight, and didn't speak again until just now.
Nothing to
tell."
He let it drop,
knowing the way her moods swung, and made a mental note to question her
casually later
before attempting to pick up the pieces of her shattered mood.
---
"Computer, is
Lieutenant Torres *alone*?" Mack Daamen asked. He stood outside B'Elanna's
quarters, a
twisted smile on his face.
"Affirmative."
He nodded,
grinning, before tapping the keypad by the door a few times, successfully.
B'Elanna looked
up as the door opened, and jumped to her feet and swung behind the couch in
one motion.
"Computer, lock door to my voiceprint only," he ordered. There was a
beep as
his request was
carried out. "Long time no see, hey babe?"
"Don't call me
that," she growled. "And don't come near me."
He took a few steps
toward her. "Is that *fear* I see? Imagine that. You, a half Klingon,
scared of
little ol' me?"
"Get away,
Daamen, or I'll call Security."
"It'll take
them a couple of minutes to get here. You want to know what I can do to you in
two
minutes?"
"You can do a
lot more if I don't." She eyed him as he moved even closer. If she
screamed,
would anyone
hear?
He lunged suddenly,
and she pulled away - but not fast enough. He grabbed her wrists
tightly with
one hand and plucked her commbadge off with the other before letting go and
moving around
her quarters a little, throwing it up, and catching it; thowing it, catching
it, throwing,
catching, throwing, catching. She folded her arms tightly, and he laughed
before
pocketing his commbadge with her own and walking back toward her. "Too
slow, babe."
He grabbed her
again, pulling her toward him, and kissed her roughly. He broke it off when
she bit,
grinning. "Ooh, I love it when you fight. You *know* I'm stronger than
you."
"You're
*crazy*."
"And you're
*damn* sexy when you can't decide whether to be spitting mad or scared
shitless. Funny
feeling, isn't it, when a full human's stronger than you? Bet you missed
me."
"Don't kid
yourself."
He punched her, a
blow that would have sent her halfway across the room had he not been
holding her so
tightly. For a moment she felt nothing, then pain seared across her jaw. She
tried to yank
her hands free, then kicked him. He grimaced slightly, then grinned. "Oh,
come on. You
don't really think that's gonna work?" He kissed her again, biting her
back
when she tried,
enjoying the coppery taste of her blood, and yanked the zip of her uniform
top down so
hard it dug into the back of her neck. Shoving her against the wall, he forced
his knee
between her legs and pulled off the jacket, undoing the back of her turtleneck
at
the same time,
a feat he'd learned through practice.
He ripped the blue-grey
fabric off, causing her to gasp in pain as the tiny fibres slapped
into her
sensitive skin. He slipped his hands under her bra, and she took the
opportunity
to hit him,
digging her nails into his neck and drawing blood. If anything, the pain just
seemed to
heighten his fervour as he tore the bra off and drew his own nails down her
back.
He took her right
nipple between his fingers, forcing it to erection with a hard rubbing
action,
squeezing it almost flat. She cried out, and he leaned down to bite it, at
first
hard, then
nibbling. With his other hand he dove beneath the hem of her trousers,
exploring
her wet core
violently.
He paused long
enough to pull off his own uniform, kicking off his boots and shedding the
somber black
outer jacket at the same time. She tried to push him aside while he was
occupied, but
again failed, and in retaliation he kneed her in the stomach before tearing
off her pants.
He slid into her,
enjoying the tightness caused by her fear. She gasped as he entered, and
moaned in pain,
and he kissed her again, forcing her mouth open with his tongue. He pushed
into her hard
with each stroke, pulling back so far that he almost came out entirely and
shoving himself
back in with as much strength as he could muster. Each time, she yelped a
little as he
purposely rubbed against her sensitive spots.
When he reached a
climax, he *did* pull out entirely. He groaned as he came, pressing his
hands into her
breasts. "Gee, Torres," he muttered, "you haven't changed a bit,
have you?"
She considered
slapping him, but remembered the hard punch to her jaw earlier, still
aching, and
decided against it. He pulled out of her and stepped back, grinning nastily,
and started to
get dressed. She ignored him and took her clothes to the replicator on the
way in to get a
new uniform.
The door swished
shut while she was in the bedroom and she stood still, listening, to see
if he had
really gone. If he hadn't, he was being very quiet. She let herself slide to
the
floor and
curled up in a small ball.
---
Chakotay stepped
into the tired messhall and paused by the door, looking around the closer
tables for the
waving figure he expected. She wasn't there. Instead, she sat morosely on
the far side,
away from anyone else, staring out the window. Even from here, he could see
that her food
was largely untouched, and as he got closer he saw no tendrils of stream
reaching up
from it to attempt to strangle the ventilation system, only to fail each time.
"Not
hungry?" he asked when he reached her side. She looked up sharply,
startled, and he
frowned
inwardly. That was not like her *at all*. B'Elanna always knew what was going
on
around her,
unless she was engrossed in a computer malfunction or PADD.
"Not
really," she answered, closing her knife and fork and pushing the plate
away. He sat
down and faced
her, getting confortable before examining her face for any clues as to what
was bothering
her.
"Anything
wrong?"
"No." She
was awfully quick to admit it, barely letting him finish the question.
"B'Elanna, I
know you. You can't really think you can hide from me." She looked away,
staring out the
window again, although now it was just to avoid his gaze.
"There's
nothing wrong, Chakotay," she said levelly. "I'm just tired."
"Tired."
"Yes.
Tired."
She glared at him,
laser beams that tore into his sensitive eyes, and he thought he saw red
for a moment
until he blinked. "Alright. We can do this tomorrow."
She nodded, already
preoccupied with the repetitive view outside the window.
He walked away,
thinking, why do I bother?
---
Studying his PADD
as hard as he could, knowing he would be cross-examined on it until they
reached
Federation space, Harry didn't see the tall figure turning the corner until it
was
not quite too
late. He backed up quickly, and stepped aside to let the securist past -
Daamen? -
before turning and heading past a few doors to B'Elanna's quarters. Three
quarters way
through, and he was.. two minutes late. He put off ringing the chime for
another minute
or so, then made a promise to himself that he would just make something up,
and that this
would be the absolute last time he got Daria Wolfe to do a report for him.
There was no answer
for four minutes, seventeen seconds, as the chrono on the PADD told him
- hey, who was
he to keep promises to himself? He had to read it eventually - then he heard
a 'Who is it?'
Odd. She knew he
was coming. "Harry," he called. There was another pause - forty seven
seconds -
before the door opened. B'Elanna was wearing a robe and not much else, it
looked
like, and had
obviously just washed. "You knew I was coming," he said, more to
avoid
looking at her
wine-red robe than anything else.
"I forgot.
Sorry." She took it from him and closed the door, and he frowned.
Extremely odd.
---
Luckily, B'Elanna
was in the bedroom the next time Mack came visiting, and realised what
was happening
as soon as she heard the door opening. She had the presence of mind to run
for the
bathroom and lock the door, then looked around for something blunt and heavy,
just
in case. There
was nothing.
She could hear him
trying to override the lock even over the thumping of her heart, and
tried to
remember all the things they had taught her in those self-defence classes in
the
Academy. Attack
position... was that it? Her mind was just such a blur, she couldn't think
straight with
that damned tapping and beeping, it was driving her crazy, killing her slowly
but surely and
he didn't he just smash the damned thing in and get it over with? because he
was going to
get it eventually anyway and this was probably just going to make him madder
and it was
crazy but she still didn't open the door because she needed these moments of
peace.-Some
peace!
Finally she
couldn't stand it anymore and just ordered the computer to open the door. Then
came the brief
seconds of waiting - where was he? She was ready for him, ready to put up a
fight, where
was he? She missed him coming in, and the next thing she knew she was back in
the bedroom
with blood in her mouth - hers. She swallowed, the coppery fiery taste burning
down her
throat, and dimly felt another punch, to her stomach this time, before she slid
to the floor.
He pulled her back up, and held her firmly with one hand while slugging her
with the other.
He must have hit her in the head at one stage, though she couldn't remember
when, because
she had a pounding headache near her left temple.
After a long while
he stopped, and when she came to her senses - partially, at least, and
now she was
thinking with the clarity that only comes when you're half out of it - he was
pacing back and
forth. Something occured to her
(how's he going to
get out of this?)
briefly, but her
head hurt when she thought about it, and she made a small moaning noise.
He turned and
looked at her - no, stared - as if he didn't know who she was or what she was
doing battered
and bruised hunched in a ball on the floor. Then he shook his head, muttered
something, and
threw something small and hard at her. It was a vial, or a tube, of some
kind, and as
she was looking at it he said, "I need thirty of those - filled - by 1700.
Or
else." She
stared at it a while, trying to work out what it was, before she realised
(though she'd
only ever seen one, at the Academy, when they were doing a banned substances
unit in
biological studies) that it was a drug cannister. She looked up slowly to
protest,
but he was
gone.
How could she get
thirty of those? She'd have to replicate them, and that would attract the
Captain's
attention. A senior officer, replicating drugs banned by the Federation.
Addictive,
halluciogenic drugs, no less. How could she? But he probably knew all that, or
else he'd have
got them himself. The *bastard*.
More important
though, she realised dimly as
(blood)
something trickled
down her back, was getting to Sickbay. How was *she* going to explain
this? *He* had
nothing to do with it. It was her that was going to have to make up the
story.
Holodeck, part of her whispered. Things are always happening on the holodeck.
Okay,
good. Now get.
---
"It must have
been some character to get you this hurt," Kes commented.
"I got him
just as bad, don't worry," she replied. Part of her whispered, yeah, in
your
dreams! But she
chose to ignore it.
The blonde-haired
Ocampan put down her tricorder and surveyed B'Elanna seriously. "You had
the safeties
off, didn't you?"
Safeties. Damn.
She'd forgotten about that. "Yeah. I had them off for some things before
that, and
couldn't be bothered putting them back on. I didn't think Phaserpoint would be
that
dangerous."
"I think you'd
better keep them on from now on. You have a concussion, and a little
internal
bleeding. He must have hit you pretty hard. I'll get the Doctor, he'll be able
to
treat it
better."
"Thanks."
---
Chakotay frowned.
Sandrine's was
dark, as usual, and the pool sharks drifted freely through the groups of
real people
near the pool table, as usual. He spotted Harry and Tom playing pool, and a
dark-haired
hologram hanging off Tom's arm - that was all good, nothing wrong there - but
if he turned
around he also saw B'Elanna in the darkest corner of all with something dark
amber in a
glass. That was definitely not normal. Usually she'd come straight over to sit
with him, and
wouldn't drink anything stronger than shandy. She was also usually easily
seen coming in,
but today he didn't know *when* she'd entered - he only knew she hadn't
been there when
he came in. Something was wrong.
He'd started to get
up when the ensign in blue holding a PADD walked up to her and sat
down, handing
her a PADD. She looked at him, then at the PADD, and said something that
sparked off a
brief conversation. He picked up his bag from under the table and left.
B'Elanna picked
up her drink again, and sunk lower into her chair with a look of pure
misery on her
face.
Something was
wrong.
She glanced up as
he approached, then back at her glass, half full of what Chakotay thought
must be
whiskey. "How's it going?" he asked.
"Fine."
"Getting
enough sleep?"
"Why?"
"You look a
little tired. We haven't talked for a few days, I thought I'd come over and see
if you were
alright."
She shrugged.
"I'm fine."
"So why are
you sitting in the corner with a glass of whiskey, which you absolutely never
drink? Why
don't you join Tom and Harry?"
"Pool's a two
player game."
"Come on,
B'Elanna." He sighed. "What's up with you? I'm getting really
worried."
"Nothing!"
Before he could answer,
Harry came over and asked B'Elanna to play pool with him, pointing
out the young
lieutenant from Engineering Tom was seducing. She shook her head slowly.
"I'm
talking to
Chakotay. Another time?"
"Sure."
Chakotay could tell
he was disappointed as he turned back to B'Elanna. "You aren't talking
to me."
"Yes I
am."
"You'd said
five sentences. And four of them were two words or less."
"I'm just not
in a sociable mood right now, alright? Is that a crime now?"
She got up to
leave, and he turned in his chair to call after her, "So why did you come
here?"
She barely glanced
over her shoulder.
---
As she packed tubes
into a bag, B'Elanna's mind was furiously at work. Not to say it wasn't
always, but
now, frankly, she was thinking about things she'd only ever wondered briefly in
the Academy.
What was it like to get high? It must be pretty damn good if people like
Daamen went to
such risks to get drugs. These particular ones were halluciogenics, but she
knew there were
other kinds. Some, like Speed and LST was it? 'enhanced' the senses. But
halluciogenics
had always intrigued her the most. What did you see?
She held one a
moment before putting it in the bag, studying it carefully. It wasn't very
big. How long
did it last? She'd heard it was about an hour or two, but that could have
been something
else. She shrugged. No matter; if one was missing Daamen would notice, and
then there'd be
trouble. She frowned. What if there already was trouble? Had she slipped up
while covering
her tracks? What if she was discovered?
She glanced back at
the cannister in her hand, then at the replicator. Just once? It
couldn't hurt,
after all. She finished packing them into the bag, pushed it aside, and
strode over to
the replicator.
---
Kathryn sighed,
pressing her thumb and forefinger into her temples. She'd been sitting in
her readyroom
for two hours without moving now, and she was getting bedsores. She shifted
uncomfortably,
and opened the new crew timetable Chakotay had sent to her. Or tried to.
Instead, she
found she'd slipped and opened the file beneath - replicator records.
About
to close it,
she paused. That was odd. A couple of lines were blank - that meant someone
was trying not
to let her see what it was they were replicating. She frowned, and performed
a diagnostic on
one. It was from Deck 9, Section 12, Corridor 93, and those particular
quarters -
B'Elanna's? Certainly she had the skill to cover her tracks like that. She
tried
a few more
things, and just as she was about to give up, the results appeared on the
screen.
She read it
carefully - once, twice. A third time, just to make sure. Then she tapped her
commbadge.
"Janeway to Chakotay."
---
"What did you
think you were doing?" Chakotay demanded. "No wonder you've been
acting so
strangely.
Don't you *know* those are addictive?"
B'Elanna didn't
even bother looking at him, instead glaring out the window, sulking.
"How
long?"
"*Once*."
"Don't expect
me to believe that. You replicated well over a hundred doses, B'Elanna."
"I only did it
once."
"So what
happened to the rest?"
Her glare grew a
little more intense, and she tore her gaze away from the stars to the
green-brown
velvet of the couch. "I can't say."
He sat down next to
her. "Look, B'El, the tests all came back positive. I only want to
help--"
"Then mind
your own fucking business! I'm not a child."
"But you need
help. You can't shake this by yourself."
"There's
nothing to shake! I'm not addicted."
"Please, B'El,
just--"
"Don't call me
that."
"Fine. Can't
you just admit you have a problem?"
"I *don't
have* a problem."
"We checked
the records. These.. things have been being replicated almost since we arrived
in the Delta
Quadrant. You have a problem."
"You can't
prove it was me replicating them."
"The last
three were. It stands to reason the rest were as well."
"They
weren't."
The doorchime cut
off any arguements he might have had, and he sighed. "I'll see you
later." As
he left, Harry entered.
"I've been
hearing the strangest things about you, Torres," he said, and she could
hear
what he didn't
- are they true?
"The
drugs?"
"So it's
true."
"No.
Everyone's jumping to conclusions, that's all. It looks bad, I know, but none
of it's
true."
He sat down next to
her and tried to catch her eye. "What happened?"
She shook her head
slowly. "I can't explain. Just.. you have to believe me, Harry. I tried
them, once. And
then it showed up in all the blood tests and everyone thinks I've been
doing them for
years. It's not true."
"Why can't you
explain?"
"I just
can't!"
He didn't answer
for a moment, thinking about that. "You were getting them for someone
else?"
Now it was her turn
not to say anything, which he took for a yes.
"Obviously you
wouldn't just for the fun of it, right? So that means you were being
threatened.
Right so far?" No answer. "Okay, so someone *else* has been getting
them the
hard way all
this time. Which means if I work at the records hard enough, I won't have to
sit here naming
everyone on the ship until I get it right. Sound good?"
She nodded
slightly.
"Didn't
Chakotay even *try* thinking of alternatives?"
"No."
"I'll find out
who it was. I promise." He stood up, and was almost at the door when she
said something.
"What?" He half-turned.
"Nothing."
He looked at her a
moment, trying to work out if she was telling the truth, then left. She
growled at
herself. //You're so *stupid*!// she thought. //God, why didn't you say it
again? It's
Mack Daamen. *Mack Daamen*. It's not that hard!// But now he was gone, and she
knew that if
she had been able to say it a second time, she wouldn't be able to chase after
him.
---
Deck 15, section 7,
corridor 102. Malfunction in empty crew quarters causing trouble for
the power all
over the ship. You found the strangest things while working in Engineering.
It didn't take long
for B'Elanna to locate the problem and adjust the relays to fix it -
ten, fifteen
minutes, max. She was packing up her toolbox when the door opened. She froze,
*feeling* the
breathing of the person, *feeling* footfalls walking toward her. Only one
person walked
like that. The familiar feeling of dread spread into her gut, like putting
rocks into a
bag, making it heavier bit by bit by bit until she felt she couldn't stand it
anymore because
her arms would fall off if another single stone were put in - or she would
have a nervous
breakdown. But now he was closer, perhaps only a few metres away, as his
footfalls were
the same volume, but she could hear them easier now, due to the shortened
distance. She
fought to unfreeze her muscles.
Now.
She spun as he came
closer, ready with a punch to where his jaw would be, but her fist
struck nothing
but air. She looked side to side to down to up in one go, adrenalin
qhickening her
reactions, but there was no one there. There was no sound in the room. No
other
breathing, no other voice. She turned slowly, once, twice. No one. Had she
really
*imagined*
that? Made herself believe that he was coming, that he was right behind her? It
seemed hard to
believe, but it was the only answer. "Computer where is Mack Daamen?"
"Ensign Mack
Daamen is on Deck 6, section 32." Just near the messhall. He couldn't have
done it. She'd
imagined it all.
She sat down eternally
slow, leaning heavily on the sofa which might have been dusty in
another time
and place. He was driving her crazy. She'd been done for drug abuse, and he
was driving her
crazy.
---
Ten minutes later,
the doors whooshed open - this time for real. She looked up, and
automatically
reeached for something heavy as he came closer. There was nothing in reach.
---
Chakotay walked
through the corridors of Deck 15 with confusion in his thoughts. According
to Carey, it
had been a full two hours since she'd come down to fix the power fluxes, and
it so should
not have taken that long to fix. Twenty minutes, maybe, even up to forty, but
definitely no
more than an hour.
He found the
quarters she'd been working in, and opened the door. There was no one in
sight, so he
entered and explored. The computer said she was here, but there was no answer.
---
Harry had been
working at the logs for a full seven hours straight when he finally hit on
something that
worked. He waited impatiently while the results came up, read them, saved
them, and tried
the same formula on some other blanked out records, and got the same
results. He
loaded them to a PADD, and stood up to go.
---
The call to go to
Sickbay came just after he'd left his quarters. He noted the tone of the
Doctor's voice
with worry - this was definitely unusual, but he was more concerned with
getting these
results to the Captain. Of course, the Doctor had said this most definitely
could not wait,
so really he had no choice.
The Captain was in
Sickbay anyway. She and Chakotay both looked up as he entered, but he
could only look
past them to the Doctor, pulling a sheet up over the form on the biobed.
---
He was told later,
in the Doctor's office, by Kathryn that it had been an overdose of
trixodene,
while Chakotay stood alone in main Sickbay next to the bed. He gave her his
information,
the proof he'd needed two hours ago when she'd still been alive to save, but
it didn't seem
to matter anymore whether or not Mack was caught. He'd done too much, gone
too far.
It didn't matter.
FINIS