I was watching "Blood Fever" the other night when it suddenly occurred to me: ST:VOY
characters never get to have sex! Goodness, I thought, they must be getting horny by now. And
then the aliens-of-the-week asked if B'Elanna's "chemical imbalance" was contagious.
Hmmm. What if it was?
Thus was born "Blood Fever: The Epidemic."
RATING: R, for sex that is more implied than shown.
DISCLAIMER: The good ship Voyager and all her inhabitants belong to Paramount and UPN,
not to me. This particular tale, however, is all mine.
SPOILERS: Well, for "Blood Fever," obviously. If you haven't seen that episode yet, go watch
it before you read this. My story is jumpy and episodic and it leaves large chunks of the plot out.
If you haven't seen the episode, you probably won't be able to follow this story.
DISCLAIMER 2: I've quoted some of the episode's dialogue verbatim in this story. That
dialogue belongs to the writers of "Blood Fever," and not to me.
WARNING: This story contains sexual situations. If that offends you, of if you're too young to
go see an R-rated movie, then you should go away now. This is not for you.
WARNING 2: This story is also extremely silly and not meant to be taken seriously. If you are
not in the mood for humor, you might want to go read something else.
Feedback can be sent to me at aimee_2@hotmail.com.
"Blood Fever: The Epidemic"
By Aimee
B'Elanna left sickbay in a serious snit. First that geek Vorick refuses to take no for an answer and practically assaults her in Engineering, then the holocharacter-with-delusions-of-grandeur Doctor refuses to tell her what was wrong with the little pipsqueek! Something had to be wrong with him: Vulcans, logical creatures that they are, never pick fights with Klingons. Oh, well. It's not my problem, she thought, and headed for the bridge.
"I've completed my preparations, Captain. As soon as you give the word, I'm ready to beam down to the planet and gather the gallacite," she concluded her report.
"All right, Lieutenant, you have my permission to leave as soon as your team is assembled. And
Lieutenant?" Janeway added as her Chief Engineer turned to leave. "You managed to prepare
for this mission in record time. Good job, B'Elanna." She patted B'Elanna's arm.
"Thank you, Captain."
As B'Elanna left the bridge, the Captain absently rubbed her hand. It was tingling.
In the transporter room, B'Elanna, always a get-up-and-go kind of person, was demonstrating an
unusual amount of energy and enthusiasm, even for her. Pointing out their route through the
caves on the sensor map, she rattled off her directions all in one breath, then went on without a
break. "Do you see any problem with that, Tom?"
Taken off guard by the sudden question, for a moment, Tom could only stutter. "Um . . . well, as
long as we go slow and easy, we'll be fine."
"Good. You're all set, Neelix?"
Neelix burbled. "I've got a laser drill, sample cases, geospectral analysis kit -- "
"In other words, you're ready." B'Elanna slapped the map for emphasis. "Let's go!" She strode
off decisively, missing the speaking glance Tom and Neelix exchanged behind her.
As they stepped onto the transporter pad, B'Elanna gave Neelix a comradely slap on the back. He smiled weakly up at her.
Listening to Tom's voice over the commlink, the Captain felt a little giddy. Yeah, so B'Elanna
bit Tom. Katherine had studied Klingon mating rituals in the Academy; she knew what that
meant. There was no need for Tom to contact the ship just to brag about it. Rubbing it in. She
scowled. On the other hand, good for B'Elanna! It was high time somebody on this ship got
some! It had been far too long since she had . . . . Fingering her collar, she eyed Chakotay
lustfully.
Right. It was time to take action! "Tuvok! I want you to lead an away team down to the planet.
We need to get Neelix to sickbay. Chakotay, I need to see you in my ready room."
"Yes, Captain."
As soon as the door to her ready room closed behind her, Katherine threw herself at Chakotay.
Turning to face her, he said, "What did you want to see me abo--mmmph!" There was a thud as
they fell to the floor in a heap.
Katherine landed on top, and quickly took advantage of this to straddle Chakotay's waist. She leaned forward and proceeded to kiss him senseless.
Meanwhile, Tuvok and Harry had beamed down to the planet. They managed to rig a pulley system to hoist Neelix out of the cave and to the surface, where he could be beamed to Voyager. Harry helped Neelix into the harness and gave his shoulder a comforting pat before he signaled to the ensign waiting above. The ensign got the message and started pulling Neelix out. Thus freed, Tuvok, Tom, and Harry (scratching his palm where he'd touched Neelix) went in search of B'Elanna.
Back on Voyager, Neelix was feeling decidedly strange. He wasn't in pain anymore; the Doctor
had taken care of that. In fact, he felt rather . . . good. Just then, Kes came rushing into sickbay.
"Neelix! Oh, Neelix, are you all right!"
"Don't worry, sweetums, it was nothing serious. The Doctor fixed me right up. I'm fine."
"Oh, I'm so glad," she cried, and embraced him fiercely.
"Oh, really? Just how glad are you?" With one swift motion, Neelix pulled her into his lap and
began to kiss her passionately.
"Neelix, what are you . . . Neelix, the Doctor's right there . . . oh, Neelix," Kes sighed sensuously
into his mouth and melted bonelessly against him. His hand found its way into her shirt and
began to caress a particularly sensitive spot.
"Ohhh, Neelix." She knew she had said that already, but felt it was worth repeating.
"Oh, Kes," gasped Neelix as Kes wrapped her legs around his waist.
"Oh, brother," moaned the Doctor, and shut himself off.
In the Captain's ready room, things weren't going exactly as Katherine had planned. Chakotay
kept saying no! But Katherine Janeway wasn't one to be defeated so easily; she could out-stubborn the best of them. She presented her arguments calmly, rationally, and steadily, until
Chakotay was so aroused he could hardly see straight.
"But, Katherine," Chakotay protested weakly as she licked his nipple. "Let's at least go to your
quarters. We can't do this in your ready room, for God's sake!"
"Why not?" she asked sensibly. "I'm certainly ready. And from the feel of things," she slipped a
hand down the front of his pants, "so are you."
"You got that right," he gasped, and quickly rolled over so he was on top.
Katherine purred.
Back underground, Harry and Tuvok had been separated from Tom and B'Elanna by the cave-in. Harry, like most of Voyager, was feeling the effects of Vorick's ponn farr. "Mr. Kim," huffed Tuvok, "may I remind you that, while you dally here, Lieutenants Torres and Paris are missing? Kindly remove your hand from my ass and help me search."
B'Elanna had Tom cornered. For such a notorious flirt, he was playing surprisingly hard to get.
She kissed him lightly, seductively. "Just let it happen," she whispered throatily. And kissed
him again. This time, he kissed her back. He pushed her slowly against the opposite wall,
kissing her all the while. Finally, she thought. Then, amazingly, he pushed her away. "I hope
someday you'll say that to me and mean it," he said.
She frowned, and stepped away from him, considering. Then she ripped her tank top off in one
quick motion. Tom's eyes bugged out. "On the other hand," he choked out, "who am I to doubt
your sincerity?" He grabbed her waist and attached his mouth to the tip of her breast, flicking at
the taut nipple with his tongue.
"That's more -- ah! -- like it," she croaked.
Eventually, all the crew made it safely back to Voyager, and the senior staff gathered for their
daily meeting the next morning. Had anyone been in a condition to notice, it would have been a
day to go down in history. Everyone at that table, bar none (even Tuvok!), wore a large, sleepy,
and, most of all, satisfied smile. The Captain looked at Tuvok and licked her lips in anticipation.
I can't wait until he goes into ponn farr, she thought. Then she winked at Chakotay.
THE END
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