Title: Raconteur
Author: Cait N.
Series: VOY
Codes: J/C implied
Rating: PG-13, for sexual references
Feedback: Yes, please! CaitN @ mindspring . com
Disclaimers: Paramount owns the characters, I just take
'em out for a spin every now and then.
Summary: Someone aboard Voyager starts to realize their
potential. *g*
Author's Note: Entered in Astrogirl's "Captain's Yacht"
contest - <http://www.voyfan.net/contests/>.
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You wouldn't think I had many to tell, being as
isolated as I am, but oh the I could tell! Even so, I'd
trade them all if only I could be seen for what I truly am.
Oh, sorry, I forgot to introduce myself. I am the AeroWing Mark-
1, personal shuttlecraft to Voyager's captain. So far I've only
had the pleasure of serving under one captain: Captain Kathryn
Janeway. I use the word "serve" in the general sense, given that
I've never actually left my shuttle bay.
Since I've never left my "home" how can I have to
regale and amuse you with? It's easy -- the bio-neural gel
packs. Yes, them. You want to know how often Tuvok meditates,
the color underwear Torres prefers, how many cups of coffee the
Captain drinks a day or how frequently Chakotay stares at said
Captain during the course of one shift, ask the gel packs. They
are the eyes and ears of Voyager, not the crew.
Also, just because I've never had my warp drive fired up,
doesn't mean I haven't seen any action. Just not the kind I was
hoping for. It seems that I am the preferred trysting place for
Janeway and Chakotay. The rest of the crew might join in on one
of Paris's betting pools to guess the date they'll finally give
in to their attraction, but I can tell you, they succumbed back
on . . . well, I need to keep some secrets, I suppose. But I
<b>can</b> tell you, my deckplates have practically melted
beneath the heat those two can generate! I don't think there's a
position they haven't tried. Those two are no missionaries, I
can assure you. And the toys they've experimented with!
Handcuffs, blindfolds, vibrators, paints, leather. I never
dreamed that feathers could be used in such a way! And if I had
cheeks, I would have blushed when they used the honey. I swear,
I've never seen two hornier humans, and during my construction,
I saw a lot. I'll save those for another day, though.
Janeway and her eccentric love life aside, I really wish she'd
realize what a great contribution I could make to the ship and
crew. I'm not as fast as the Delta Flyer, or as easily
accessible as the generic shuttles, but I've got spirit! I've
got heart! I've got--
What?
Ohhh, I never thought of that. You're right.
I've got blackmail material. Tons of it.
Now . . . if I download my information to one of the gelpacks,
and then get it to download the information to a padd on the
Captain's desk . . . Along with a little "suggestion" at the
bottom that the Captain help me realize my full potential or
else the information goes to Lt. Paris. . . .
Yes, I think I just might get to see the Delta Quadrant up
close and personal after all!
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The End
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