Summary:   Geesh.  Well this is the result of some,  um, chat, in the Koffee Klub chatroom.
    In response to the rumour that in an upcoming epi Seven will make a holographic projection
    of Chakotay to explore her sexuality.  Among other topics....  Consider it a lapse into insanity.

Author's note:  Dakota, I hope you like it ;-)

Copyright January 2001 Cassatt

"Seven, I expect a full report on my desk by 0800." Chakotay tried to keep his temper in check.

"Commander. As it is now 0100 and I still must regenerate my report will be completed by 1100 hours." Seven stood with her hands clasped behind her back, apparently in full control but her eyes would not meet the brown ones staring at her.

"You will report by 0800. That's an ORDER."

"Yes, Commander. I will comply."

Chakotay smiled to himself as he left cargo bay two.

Climbing back into bed he inadvertently awoke the sleeping form already there.

"Did you take care of it, Chakotay?"

"Yes, don't worry about it. I handled it just like any other personnel issue. I'll do the follow up. Go back to sleep, Kathryn."

She snuggled up to him, he wrapped his arms around her and fell blissfully back to sleep.

On the bridge at 0830, Chakotay patted Harry on the back. "Good morning, Harry. I want to thank you again, for the heads up last night. I'm sorry you had to see that, and, frankly, I'm glad I didn't. I've given you extra holodeck privileges as a token of my appreciation."

"Thank you Commander. I confess the sight did throw me. I thought for a second it was really you, that is until I noticed that you kept saying 'I will comply'. Somehow I couldn't imagine you saying those words while, well, being romantic."

Chakotay coughed. "No. I don't. Thanks again, Harry." He continued to his command chair, still carrying the PADD he had picked up on his office desk. "Good morning, Captain."

"Good morning, Commander. Is that anything I need to see?" Kathryn looked at the PADD with curiosity. She assumed it was from Seven.

"Perhaps your ready room would be more appropriate."

"Very well."

Chakotay handed her the PADD after they were seated on the couches, a grin playing on the corners of his mouth. Kathryn read it in silence.

"Hm-m-m. You were chosen due to the compatibility of height? And let's see, the number of female members of the crew who had spoken highly of your lips? It seems our Seven has been a busy researcher. I'd have to say, I agree with the female crew members..." She looked at him askance and proceeded to laugh heartily.

"And what is so funny, Kathryn?" His anger was beginning to resurface. "You didn't seem to have any complaints about my lips last night before Harry interrupted us."

"Oh, Chakotay, I'm not laughing at you. On the contrary, I feel, well, quite distressed at the thought of you and Seven. And I meant it, I agree with my female crew members. Your lips are lucious. It's just that I have no idea what the hell Seven was thinking!"

"That's better. I appreciate the show of jealousy. BUT, I do not appreciate a holographic image of me being used without my permission. She will be disciplined as I see fit."

Kathryn looked at him closely. "I see. Try not to be too hard on her, honey..."

Chakotay sat in his office carefully perusing the list in front of him, his fingers tapping the desk mindlessly. There was a theme here, he thought. Perhaps in that theme he could find the correct method for dealing with it all. He briefly considered contacting Tuvok, in case it was actually a security matter, but dismissed the idea. This was definitely in his purview. Personnel. All the way. Anyone watching him would have sworn the smile that graced his normally kind features was a touch evil. He didn't notice if it was.

First item, Seven and her little 'exercise' of the night before. Using a holographic image of him to explore her sexuality. Without his knowledge or permission, as though he had no right to control his own physical parameters. Taking a survey of female crewmembers to see who would be the best kisser. Taking valuable energy resources on the holodeck. Such a Borg way of dealing with her problem, just assimilate first and damn the consequences later. Well, as he said, once a Borg always a Borg. Hm-ph.

Second item, the Doctor. The holographic doctor, not even a real person. A computer program who believed himself to be sentient and had convinced any number of crew members of the same. He had told Kathryn, in no uncertain terms, that she couldn't have a relationship with a member of her crew but that she could fall in love with a hologram. Another computer program. Not to mention allowing B'Elanna to make HIM her baby's godfather! An offer made out of guilt and shame for what she had done to him. A computer program raising a baby. A program that could so easily be manipulated, changed, rewritten, and needed maintenance. Completely absurd. He seethed. The Doctor definitely needed a lesson taught to him. Clearly a personnel matter. The EMH had forgotten his job description.

Third item, Michael the swine. The holographic man, also not a person. He had tried to seduce Kathryn, conspired with her to drive him crazy with jealousy. Enough said.

His fingers continued their tapping as his mind played with the possibilities.

"Commander, you wish me to do what?" Again, Seven was standing at attention, making certain her chest protruded as far as it could.

"Seven, I thought that instead of disciplining you I would help you. Explore your sexuality."

"I believe the Captain might not appreciate that."

"Oh, you misunderstand. I will not be participating in the exercise, but I have a friend who will be more than willing to, comply." Chakotay grinned as guilelessly as he could, taking her elbow and leading her to his quarters. Once inside, he pushed her into the bathroom and shut the door behind her. "There, Seven, on the counter, is a dress. You will put it on. I'll be waiting in the living area." He left to replicate himself a cup of tea, another smile playing on his face.

His cup empty Chakotay wondered what was taking the Borg so long. Suddenly he heard the bathroom door swoosh open. In walked Seven, in full early 20th century peasant mode of dress. Her skirt was full, trailing the floor. The bodice was tight, showing ample cleavage, the sleeves short.

"Seven, you need to fix your hair. Take it down."

"But..."

He interrupted her. "That's an order, Seven."

She took the pins out of her hair and her golden locks cascaded around her face to her shoulders. Chakotay grinned to himself. Michael, the ever faithful lover, wouldn't be able to keep his hands off her.

At the door to the holdeck, Chakotay called up the Fairhaven program. He had changed as well, to a loose shirt and pants, his old Maquis boots on his feet. He had felt a certain bounce to his step as he walked down the corridors, nodding to passing, deathly curious crew members. Seven merely continued looking straight ahead, oblivious to the stares. He led her to the street outside the tavern and told her to wait for him.

Inside, there were a number of village people milling in the dark room, drinking ales, playing darts, muted music  in the background. And there was the smarmy face tending bar. Chakotay passed him, heading straight for the stairway in the back of the room taking the steps two at a time. He entered a bedroom, going to the closet door and opening it with almost glee.

The Doctor's eyes opened wide upon recognition but his mouth didn't move.

"Hello Doc. How's it going? Wondering what you're doing here, I suppose. I thought I'd take a moment to have a little chat with you before I let you in on the why's and wherefore's. Oh, that's right, I forgot, I took your vocal sub-processors off-line so you can't chat back. I guess you're just going to have to listen for a change." He grinned.

"Well, in just a moment, your little Borg babe is going to be entering the room here. Soon afterwards, your pal Michael, the holographic ass, will enter as well. He'll take one look at Seven and *bingo*, the fireworks will start. Seven will finally get her lesson in sexuality and you'll get to watch, to grade her progress, to make sure she has learned the lesson well. Don't want to watch her? What, think it might hurt that holographic heart of yours? Hm-m-m, you certainly didn't consider that when you encouraged the Captain to pursue a romance with that Irish lothario, didn't consider how much that would hurt ME, did you?

And by the way, while you're waiting, you might want to consider having a little chat with B'Elanna. Inform her that you have considered the responsibilities of being a parent carefully and have come to the conclusion that a computer program cannot be a parent. Do you understand? Because if you don't, this little exercise of yours here will be repeated. You can't move unless I tell the computer to let you. Don't forget, there is a holographic projection of Seven available, and I can make it do all sorts of things with the ass downstairs. Got it?"

The Doctor nodded his head, his eyes still wide, trying to put on a brave face and clearly not succeeding. Chakotay found he was quite enjoying himself. He ordered the computer to place a large hole in the closet door and closed it. He winked at the Doctor through the opening and bounded down the stairs.

After leading Seven into the room and telling her to wait on the edge of the bed, he went into the tavern proper. Walked right up to the bar and ordered a guiness. The swine smiled civilly at him.

"I haven't seen you return in awhile... You're a friend of Katie's aren't you? How is the lass?"

Chakotay seethed and ignored the question. "Actually, friend, I've come to tell you that you have a new guest in one of your rooms upstairs. She desires you to bring her something to eat." He winked and leered at the bartender. And watched with satisfaction as Michael's eyes gleamed.

"Aye? Well, I will see to it personally that her needs are met." He winked as well.

Chakotay slapped some coin on the bar and bid his farewell. He left the building, going to the back and up another flight of stairs to the floor above Seven's room, entering the room directly above hers, had the computer make a hole in the floor and lay his body down to watch the fun.

"Now, aren't you a bonnie lass..." Michael approached Seven, unconsciously licking his lips. He put the tray down on the bedside table and reached for the ties that held her bodice together.

"I wish you to place your lips upon mine," Seven responded.

"And a fiesty one, at that..." He tried to loosen the laces on her chest.

"You will comply," she grabbed the sides of his head and pushed her face against his.

Strangled noises came from the man she had in her clutch, his hands flailing. Seven broke the kiss as forcefully as she began it. Michael was breathing hard, his eyes glassy.

"A very fiesty one!" He pounced on her, pushing her back onto the bed, ripping at her clothes, ripping at his own. Seven thought for a moment, then followed his lead, tearing at his clothing and her own....

Chakotay was dying, trying to stifle his laughter. Kathryn, you didn't have to delete his wife, he would have gone after you anyway. He vowed he would never tell her that, however. Never let her know that this man she had changed was really just a pig. As he watched the two wrestling on the bed, his eyes popped. He had to leave the floor to find a pillow so that he could laugh as loudly as he wanted.

Those enormous breasts of Seven's, that constantly poked in everyone's face, actually needed the catsuit to project themselves into the upper atmosphere. They sagged, they drooped, they were nothing like they appeared clothed. He raced back to the floor and saw it was time to leave. Michael had a hard-on the likes of which Chakotay had never seen before, not that he'd seen many. He watched Seven's eyes enlarge, whether in horror or lust, he wasn't certain. He only knew it was time for step two. The coup de grace. He raced out of the tavern to the archway.

"Computer, increase gravity in holodeck one by 2G's, allow for the parameters of all holographic characters to show the effects of increase." His imagination was enough for now. He went to the messhall for some lunch.

"You will comply!" Seven was screaming at the man under her.

Michael watched in fear as his hard member dropped to the side, unable to stand up to the task. It then wilted. He had never felt so heavy before and could hardly raise his hands. His eyes traveled up his companion's body and saw with almost clinical detachment that her breasts drooped even lower than they already were, down and down he watched them go. He had been right all along, these people were spirits, demons even.

The Doctor felt his own hardness wilting as well, although if he were honest with himself, it was with relief, since his hands weren't able to move. Watching the woman he lusted after screaming in frustration that her lover wasn't able to perform was excrutiating however. He considered the Commander's point of view for the first time.

Chakotay rang the chime to the ready room and entered upon command.

"Chakotay, how did it go?"

"Well, Kathryn. I believe Seven has had her first lesson in sexuality. She understands now a bit more what it means to be human I think. A lesson in perfection."

"That's fine. A momentous day?"

"Absolutely."

Chakotay awoke with a start, his heart pounding, trying to get his bearings. He felt the bed move and Kathryn roll over to him, wrapping herself around him tightly.

"Bad dream?" She mumbled.

He thought for a moment, the last tendrils of it trailing out of his consciousness. "I'm not sure. Different ..." Parts of it returned and he chuckled, rubbing Kathryn's back absently.

She raised herself up and fell onto his mouth, kissing him deeply with a soft sigh. He returned the kiss just as deeply and gently rolled her, continuing the pleasant attention, feeling himself succumb to all that was Kathryn yet one more night. She was beginning to moan as his hands travelled...

"Ensign Kim to Commander Chakotay." Blared into the room.

He reached for the comm. "Yes, Harry?"  A momentary sense of deja vu  made his heart skip.

"Commander, I believe you might want to get down to holodeck one, sir. It's Seven..."
 
 
 

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