From netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!news-e2a.gnn.com!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail Sat Apr 20 10:58:08 1996 Xref: netcom.com alt.startrek.creative:36484 Path: netcom.com!ix.netcom.com!howland.reston.ans.net!news-e2a.gnn.com!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: jaeti@aol.com (Jaeti) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative Subject: About "The Captain's Nightmare" Voy, New Date: 14 Apr 1996 12:52:29 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 28 Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Message-ID: <4kragd$aih@newsbf02.news.aol.com> Reply-To: jaeti@aol.com (Jaeti) NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com Many months ago, I received a challenge to write a series of stories which would have Janeway interact ...ahem.... intimately with each member of the crew. This is another in that series, but it's very PG as it's the Neelix one, and I *had* to find a way to stomach that pairing! It's rather short, but since AOL likes things posted in little bites, it will probably be in three or four parts. I'll put "end" on the last header so you know when you have it all. There has been a lot of discussion on this board regarding feedback to authors for stories. I write because the stories dance in my head until I write them down, but I share them because I want others to join the dance for a moment. I *love* getting involved critiques (special mention of Killashdra here, who is Critic Extraordinaire), but even a 'thanks for writing' will make my day. Sometimes I feel like John Adams in "1776" -- Is anybody there? Does anybody care? ---- Finally, this series is purely for fun and though I seem incapable of writing a pure-smut-no-storyline thing, it's not for those who only take their Trek seriously. The story was first published in Now Voyager, the newsletter for the Kate Mulgrew Appreciation Society. *********************************** JT "We're Starfleet officers. Weird is part of the job." Captain Janeway ************************** ********* From netcom.com!csus.edu!csulb.edu!newshub.csu.net!imci3!imci4!newsfeed.internetmci.com!howland.reston.ans.net!news-e2a.gnn.com!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail Sat Apr 20 10:58:14 1996 Xref: netcom.com alt.startrek.creative:36556 Path: netcom.com!csus.edu!csulb.edu!newshub.csu.net!imci3!imci4!newsfeed.internetmci.com!howland.reston.ans.net!news-e2a.gnn.com!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: jaeti@aol.com (Jaeti) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative Subject: The Captain's Nightmare - Voy, Part 1 Date: 14 Apr 1996 13:15:09 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 74 Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Message-ID: <4krbqt$av6@newsbf02.news.aol.com> Reply-To: jaeti@aol.com (Jaeti) NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com All characters herein belong to Paramount, what I choose to do with them belongs to me. Actually, this isn't completely true, as Shakespeare owns a lot of this one too. The Captain's Nightmare By: Jaeti The being called "Amanda" looked down and into the ship called "Voyager". Watching the crew move through its daily activities had become somewhat of a hobby for her. It seemed like a life-time ago that she had thought herself one of these humans, and had lived a life on a ship much like this one. Sometimes, but only sometimes, she wished for those days when she could *feel* as strongly as she had at that time. Human life was such a fragile thing, and those who were wise used the time well. Now that she had infinity on her hands, Amanda had found that the ability to do everything and go everywhere had dimmed her capacity to feel -- to fear or care. Maybe that's why she was drawn to this ship and this crew -- their feelings were so intense. Lost in the Delta quadrant, longing for home, learning to work with crewmates that had once been the "enemy", these people had the strong emotional response to life that Amanda sometimes wondered if she'd ever have again. //Slumming, my dear?// An d the being called "Q" was there beside her. //Not slumming, "Uncle", just watching. They can prove rather fascinating - as you well know.// And she send him a pointed smile. His fascination with another starship and another captain was well-known among the Continuum. //So you have found your own little ship of fools to play with, hmmm? The good ship Voyager and her crew. Full of people who profess that they want to "explore the unknown reaches of space", yet as soon as they get their wish, begin to whine about going home.// Amanda, knowing only too well the soft spot Q had for humans, decided to be honest. //They -- call to me, Uncle. Their emotions are so raw - and their dilemma is so real to them. I know that, with one snap of my finger, I could send them right back where they so want to be, and yet I also know that they must find their own way. Yet sometimes, I want to be a part of them ... to help them see the infinite possibilities within their finite existence.// Q, serio us at last, took hold of her. //It took me a long time and many mistakes to learn this -- hear me well. These humans, pitiful as they are, have a depth of feeling that we lost - somewhere - in our quest for perfection. They must find their own way to immortality. Perhaps, when they do, they will show us how to regain what we have lost.// Both beings floated for long moments, deep in thought. Finally, Q gave himself a mental shake - and smiled at his young protege. //However, while we let them grow, there's nothing to say we can't have a little fun with them .... oh my, the amusing times I have enjoyed while tormenting that prissy Jean-Luc. Shall we have an adventure, my dear?// And Amanda, unable to resist Q when he was in this mood, grinned back at him. //And what do you have in mind, O Warped One?// //My dear youngling, I am cut to the quick. But really, have I ever told you of the time when I put Mon Capitaine into an ancient piece of literature called, "Robin Hood"? It was te rrible droll ....// //I can well imagine//, she giggled at the thought of the dignified Captain of the Enterprise in tights. //Ancient literature, hmmm? There was something I remember from a class I once took. A man called ... Shakespeare// //Perfect choice - if I recall ...."Shall we their fond pageant see? Lord what fools these mortals be!"// And laughing, the two beings began to wreak their particular brand of havoc on the Voyager. (to be continued ....) From netcom.com!csus.edu!csusac!charnel.ecst.csuchico.edu!newshub.csu.net!newshub.sdsu.edu!tns.sdsu.edu!news.iag.net!news.math.psu.edu!lepidopteran.cse.psu.edu!uwm.edu!math.ohio-state.edu!usc!elroy.jpl.nasa.gov!news.msfc.nasa.gov!newsfeed.internetmci.com!howland.reston.ans.net!news-e2a.gnn.com!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail Sat Apr 20 10:58:24 1996 Xref: netcom.com alt.startrek.creative:36588 Path: netcom.com!csus.edu!csusac!charnel.ecst.csuchico.edu!newshub.csu.net!newshub.sdsu.edu!tns.sdsu.edu!news.iag.net!news .math.psu.edu!lepidopteran.cse.psu.edu!uwm.edu!math.ohio-state.edu!usc!elroy.jpl.nasa.gov!news.msfc.nasa.gov!newsfeed.internetmci.com!howland.reston.ans.net!news-e2a.gnn.com!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: jaeti@aol.com (Jaeti) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative Subject: The Captain's Nightmare - Voy, Part 2 Date: 14 Apr 1996 13:32:41 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 91 Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Message-ID: <4krcrp$b9r@newsbf02.news.aol.com> Reply-To: jaeti@aol.com (Jaeti) NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com (Oberon enters the glade, the moonlight glinting off of the tattoo on his forehead) Oberon: "Ill met by moonlight, proud Titania." Titania: "What, jealous Oberon ..... "My God what the hell is going on here? As she listened to the words pouring from her own mouth, and her body strode around the glen, punctuating the air with her hands, Kathryn Janeway lived within her thoughts. The figure of Chakotay stood before he r, but dressed in such a fashion! And speaking to her in poetry, calling her Titania, and she, unable to speak what she was really thinking, but only to be a prisoner within her own head. And standing beside Chakotay, was that Tuvok - dressed in a little wisp of a garment? And could that really be wings upon his back? This was, by far, the oddest dream Kathryn could ever remember. And, what's worse, she couldn't remember a dream where she was aware that she was dreaming. But this couldn't be reality -- Titania: "....Not for thy fairy kingdom. Fairies, away! We shall chide downright if I longer stay." Fairies? Her ancient Earth literature class came back to her. Of course, this was from Shakespeare -- "A Midsummer Night's Dream" to be exact. Actually, a midsummer nightmare if Titania had felt like Janeway felt right now. As her body moved through the trees and spoke with the fairies (!) all around her, Kathryn tried to figure out what was fiction, and what was reality. She w as Kathryn Janeway, Captain of the Voyager, was she not? And yet, the only part of her that was Kathryn Janeway was her thoughts. Her feet could feel the ground beneath them, and her heart still raced with her anger towards Oberon (Chakotay?) and concern for the young boy (Ensign Kim?) who he wished to steal from her. Her mind began racing - panic beginning to set in - yet her feet continued to move serenely through the forest. "Now, get hold of yourself Kathryn. There *is* a logical explanation for this. Calm down and think." All of the usual culprits came to her mind, and she rejected them one by one. Spatial anomalies, time distortions, - no, not even a holodeck malfunction could cause this. Someone, or something, had trapped her mind, while her body lived out the events in a play written centuries ago. And the worst part is, she can't even remember the details of this play - ancient Earth literature class aside, it hadn't been something that lived in her memory beyond the final exam. Well, it certainly would now! While she had been musing, her body had reached a comfortable glen, and had entreated her fairy escort to sing her to sleep. As the fairies obligingly sung a lullaby, the body she inhabited -- hers? -- curled up and fell asleep. Yet, the eyes didn't close, or if they did, Kathryn no longer needed eyes to see, for with perfect clarity she saw Oberon tip-toe in, and squeeze a drop from a flower onto her eyelids. Oberon: "What thou seest when thou dost wake, Do it for thy true-love take ..." God, *now* she remembered this story! The potion from the flower causes Titania to fall in love with some idiot actor with the head of an ass. This whole scenario was perfectly ridiculous -- "If I'm asleep, I want to wake up *this minute*." But Kathryn (and Titania) slept on. (Enter Lysander and Hermia) Lysander: "Fair love, you faint with wand'ring in the wood ...." And Kathryn lay and listened as Lysander and Hermia - from her perspective Kes and the Doctor - proclaimed their everlasting devotion. The two finally laid down to sleep, but far enough apart to guard Hermia's virtue. Kathryn could not help but be impressed with the creativity of her own subconscious. This dream (for she had decided it had to be a dream ... anything else was just impossible to contemplate) was a very inventive one. (Enter Puck) As Kathryn watched, Tuvok slipped over to the sleeping Doctor (interesting to see a sleeping hologram!) and put some of the potion in his eyes. Kathryn couldn't help noticing that Tuvok's costume covered very little of him, and that he was actually built rather nicely. He spoke a rather lengthy speech, and then departed to go back to Oberon. (to be continued) From netcom.com!csus.edu!csusac!charnel.ecst.csuchico.edu!newshub.csu.net!newshub.sdsu.edu!tns.sdsu.edu!hookup!gatech!newsfeed.internetmci.com!howland.reston.ans.net!news-e2a.gnn.com!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail Sat Apr 20 10:58:28 1996 Xref: n etcom.com alt.startrek.creative:36618 Path: netcom.com!csus.edu!csusac!charnel.ecst.csuchico.edu!newshub.csu.net!newshub.sdsu.edu!tns.sdsu.edu!hookup!gatech!newsfeed.internetmci.com!howland.reston.ans.net!news-e2a.gnn.com!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: jaeti@aol.com (Jaeti) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative Subject: The Captain's Nightmare - Voy, Part 3 Date: 14 Apr 1996 13:49:59 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 75 Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Message-ID: <4krds7$bkt@newsbf02.news.aol.com> Reply-To: jaeti@aol.com (Jaeti) NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com The Captain's Nightmare - part 3 by Jaeti (Enter Demetrius and Helena, running) Helena: Stay, though thou kill me, sweet Demetrius. Demetrius: I charge thee, hence, and do not haunt me thus. Helena: O, wilt thou darkling leave me? Do not so. Demetrius: Stay, on thy peril! I alone will go. And Tom Paris, for of course it was he that Kathryn saw, exited the glen, leaving B'E lanna, rejected, to sit in the glen and pine for her lost love. Kathryn listened to Torres long for her lost lover - and couldn't help but giggle at the thought of those two together. She couldn't imagine a more unlikely pairing -- Tom and B'Elanna had been at each other's throats for the first few months of Voyager's travels, and they were still barely polite with each other. But wait, now Lysander/the Doctor was waking up and proclaiming his undying love for Helena/Torres. Oh, of course, the potion that Tuvok - or Puck - had placed in his eyes would cause him to fall madly in love with her and forget all about Hermia/Kes. Helena: Do not say so, Lysander, say not so.....Yet Hermia still loves you. Then be content. Lysander: Content with Hermia? No! I do repent the tedious minutes I with her have spent.... Kathryn found herself actually beginning to enjoy this dream. She had not remembered that the play was so funny. Of course, it now had the added attraction of being populate d with people she knew -- that made it even funnier. The Doctor was now on his knees, pleading with Torres to love him. She, full of righteous indignation, told him off and left. The Doctor, with one last scornful speech for the previously beloved Kes, went off after her. Predictably, Hermia/Kes awakened and, after sniveling with fright over being alone, went off in search of her lost love. "Well, is she in for a surprise!" Kathryn thought, and wished that this body would wake up so that she could follow and spy on the reunion. She was sure that it would be an interesting one. "Let's see, I've seen Chakotay, Tuvok, Paris, B'Elanna, Kes, the Doctor, -- oh, and Kim is the boy I want to adopt. That leaves ....." (Enter Actors, including Bottom) Kathryn felt a slow horror come over her as she watched the next part of the story unfold before her eyes. The group of actors was led by the one crew member she had yet to account for -- Neelix. She lay powerless as the actors began to run through their lines, and tell of the tragic love of Pyramus and Thisbe. Bottom/Neelix swaggered through his part with all of the bravado she had come to expect from him on Voyager. As he made his next entrance, he was accompanied by a Puck/Tuvok that only she seemed to be able to see. Quince: "Oh monstrous! Oh strange! We are haunted. Pray, masters! Fly masters!" (Exit all actors except Bottom) The actors had reacted exactly as the play called them to -- they must have seen Bottom with the head of an ass. What Kathryn saw was Neelix -- acting like an ass. And for all of her strength of will, she could not prevent what happened next. As Bottom/Neelix began to sing, very badly, the body of Titania began to awaken. Kathryn screamed at herself, "No - for God's sake don't open your eyes!" But it was too late. Titania's eyes were opened and the potion on them made her fall madly in love with the first person she saw, Neelix. (to be continued) From netcom.com!csus.edu!news.starne t.net!news.tulane.edu!news.engr.subr.edu!mr.net!visi.com!winternet.com!news.minn.net!skypoint.com!news.cyberstore.ca!math.ohio-state.edu!cs.utexas.edu!natinst.com!news-relay.us.dell.com!swrinde!newsfeed.internetmci.com!howland.reston.ans.net!news-e2a.gnn.com!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail Sat Apr 20 10:58:36 1996 Xref: netcom.com alt.startrek.creative:36575 Path: netcom.com!csus.edu!news.starnet.net!news.tulane.edu!news.engr.subr.edu!mr.net!visi.com!winternet.com!news.minn.net!skypoint.com!news.cyberstore.ca!math.ohio-state.edu!cs.utexas.edu!natinst.com!news-relay.us.dell.com!swrinde!newsfeed.internetmci.com!howland.reston.ans.net!news-e2a.gnn.com!newstf01.news.aol.com!newsbf02.news.aol.com!not-for-mail From: jaeti@aol.com (Jaeti) Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative Subject: The Captain's Nightmare - Voy, Part 4/End Date: 14 Apr 1996 14:03:53 -0400 Organization: America Online, Inc. (1-800-827-6364) Lines: 147 Sender: root@newsbf02.news.aol.com Message-ID: <4krem9$bsf@newsbf02.news.aol .com> Reply-To: jaeti@aol.com (Jaeti) NNTP-Posting-Host: newsbf02.mail.aol.com The Captain's Nightmare - Part 4 By Jaeti Titania: "What angel wakes me from my flow'ry bed?" Kathryn wondered if it were possible to vomit in your mind. The absolute worst part of the whole thing was that not only was her voice speaking words of passion to Neelix, but her body was responding to him as well. Even while her mind was repulsed at the thought, her hands ached to run their fingers through the patches of hair on Neelix' face and hands. Even while her mind tried to close itself off, her body was aching to press against his. Her eyes, of their own volition, strayed to the markings on his face and wondered how far down his body those marks went. Bottom/Neelix, ever believing in his own attractiveness, had no problem believing that the Queen of the Fairies would fall for him. In a hysterical moment, Kathryn wondered how the real Neelix would react if she, the Captain, proclaimed her passion for him. Probably exactly the same way. The scene was ending now - mercifully. Titania: "Come wait upon him; lead him to my bower ..." "Wait one damn minute -- your bower? Do you mean you are going to go to BED with this guy? Kathryn, wake up, wake up, wake up, WAKE UP WAKEUPWAKEUP ..." Yet outwardly, her voice betrayed none of these feelings. Titania: "...tie up my lover's tongue, bring him silently." (Exit all) Okay, now here was an idea she could live with. Tie up his tongue -- she'd often wanted to muzzle Neelix, but this was even better! As the play went on behind her, Kathryn moved towards her bower - and her destiny with Neelix. They sank together on the soft bed -- her mouth murmuring sweet words of love in his ears, and her hands stroking his body. They were no longer following any script that Janeway could remember reading -- and she knew that stage plays of this era were not explicit. Yet as Neelix' hands moved under her robe and found her breasts, she realized that this w as really going to happen. Kathryn's brain tumbled as she tried to find a way out of this scenario. Before, they had seemed to be following the script -- as near as she could remember it anyway. But now, since they had deviated from the script, perhaps if she were careful, she could regain some influence over her body. She started with words in the hopes that if she spoke in the style of the play she might begin to communicate. "Begone, my fairy escort, that my love and I might consort in private." She was amazed when the words actually left her mouth -- and the fairies left them alone. Now, at least, if this thing did happen, they wouldn't have an audience. She tried again, this time attempting to put a halt to the lovemaking altogether, she borrowed the words that Hermia/Kes had used earlier. "Gentle friend, for love and courtesy lie further off." Neelix responded in a voice rough with passion, "Nay, my love for your charms you have shown to me. Your breath quickens even as to mine." Oh this was too frustrating. Her breath was "quickening" and it was going to be impossible to convince him that she didn't want him. It was becoming very hard to convince herself. "This is Neelix, you idiot. The whiner, the incessant talker, the terrible cook?!" But try as she might, her body responded to his murmurs and caresses. If this truly was Neelix' self-vaunted romantic technique, for once, the Talaxian had not exaggerated his capabilities. His hands were stroking her in places she had never thought of as erotic, and she was discovering that they were. Her clothing seemed to melt away (more proof that this was a dream -- in real life, it could be terribly awkward getting undressed). As her hands, still not under her control, moved to bring his mouth to hers for a passionate kiss, he stopped her. For one moment, she saw confusion looking out of his eyes. Then he spoke softly, "My kisses I save for the one who owns my heart, and you, fair Queen are not she. I must n eeds hold onto that vow - or I'll forsaken be." It came to Janeway suddenly that if this were not a dream, she might not be the only one who was acting against her own will. And if there was someone, something who was doing this to her crew -- and suddenly Kathryn was absolutely, stone-cold furious. That fury propelled her to her feet, tumbling Neelix to the ground. Her fists at her sides, she moved her head from side-to-side -- searching for evidence of onlookers in the woods surrounding them. Neelix reached out and began to caress her calf - reaching towards the back of her knees. But this time, Kathryn's will was stronger than the erotic sensations that threatened to flood her again. She stood as tall as she could - her glare defying whatever - or whoever - it was that was causing this incredible farce. //You could force her, you know. You are much stronger than she is.// //No, Uncle, I will not force her. While she was taking pleasure in this, I could enjoy the humor of the sit uation. But I will take no joy in another's pain.// //Pain? My dear Amanda, she is feeling no pain. The woman is open and ready to be with that Neelix person - - who, by the way, she would never consider mating with. That's the beauty of the whole scenario, don't you see?// //NO -- there is no beauty in this anymore, and it is not amusing, and it will end NOW.// And in a flash of light, the woods, the glen, and all of its inhabitants vanished leaving the two beings once again floating in the vastness of space. //Amanda, are you crying? // She didn't answer - wouldn't look his way. //Amanda, don't cry. I never meant to hurt you. But ... I had to know, don't you see? It took me so long to learn that torturing another cost me a part of myself. Until I was put in the position defending them to the Continuum, I hadn't considered their value -- except as my playthings. I needed to know if you were going to follow that same self-destructive path.// Amanda turned and "looked" at him. //You mean, that all of this was some kind of test? Like the one on the Enterprise?// At Q's nod, Amanda smiled slowly. //May I assume I passed?// And at his second nod, her smile widened and she blasted him into the center of the farthest nova she could reach. Then, with nothing to do until he made his way out of it and back to her - my, that had felt good - she set about smoothing the wrinkles she had caused in the fabric of the good ship Voyager. Janeway awoke with a start. "Goddess, what a terrible dream," she moaned holding her head. "Making love with Neelix of all people! Kathryn, if this is an example of what happens when you're celibate, you'd better get a lover fast!" For a moment, she allowed herself to dwell on the lover she would love to be able to consider, and then gave herself a mental shake. There was no time to think about lovers, fantasy or (she shuddered) those conjured up by dreams. After a quick shower, she pulled on her uniform and headed to the mess hall for breakfast. She would not allow herself to think of her dream anymore -- Neelix' food was difficult enough to get down without remembering his hairy hands on her ... and she rounded the corner into the mess hall. Neelix, as usual, was humming as he served up the latest delicacy. Foolishly, when she got to the counter, she held his gaze for an extra moment -- looking to see if perhaps he remembered a certain glen. But Neelix gave her his usual overly-graphic description of the meal she was about to eat. Of course, she expected nothing else, it had been just a dream. As she turned to go, Neelix resumed his almost tuneless humming. Only this time, Kathryn went cold as she recognized the tune -- the lullaby that the fairies had sung to Titania .......... The End