Part 2 

Then he heard it. He opened his eyes and there before the still
nude pair was a trio of menacing looking aliens.  They were all
bald and approximately two and a half meters tall.  They were all
clad in black flowing robes that were fastened in the front by
heavy metal enclosures.  

Anger shot through Tom's mind. Anger at himself, how could he be
so stupid. Even though the planet was supposed to be uninhabited,
he should of taken some kind of safety measures. But no, he had
screwed up again, he always did eventually. He was so intoxicated
with desire for B'Elanna that he had been caught defenseless. As
fully defenseless as a man could possibly be. 

"B'Elanna," he whispered. "Don't make any sudden moves.  Three
aliens are looking us over like we are the best thing since
Jambolian fudge cake." B'Elanna nodded that she understood and he
could feel her muscles tighten under his arms.  She was prepared
to act if necessary.

He removed one arm from her body and slowly he inched his hand
toward the pile of clothing hoping to reach his phaser. His
fingers were within a hair a grasping the weapon when a
transporter beam whisked them away.

Tom and B'Elanna clung to each other, still nude and vulnerable. 
They had materialized in a white spotless room.  The same three
aliens had been joined by several others.  One of the aliens
threw their clothing toward them, and made a motion for them to
dress.  Wearily, keeping their eyes focused on their audience,
Tom and B'Elanna pulled on their clothes.

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Meanwhile back on Voyager, a certain pilot and engineer were late
reporting back from the surface.  

Janeway sighed.  she thought,  
"Mr. Kim?"

"Yes, Captain."

"Hail, the Lieutenants, and let them know that shore leave has
ended."

"Aye, aye."  She didn't have to tell him twice which lieutenants
she was referring to.

Harry punched a series of buttons and hailed the pair, but
received no response.  

"They aren't answering their hails and according my instruments
Tom and B'Elanna aren't on the planet or on Voyager.  It appears
that they are missing, Captain."

"Missing?" Janeway sat up straighter in her seat and turned her
head in Harry's direction.  "Do you know their last known
coordinates?"

"Yes."

Janeway rose from her chair and headed for the turbolift.  "Seven
of Nine and Tuvok you're with me.  We'll beam down to that
location with a security contingent immediately!"

"Yes, Captain," Tuvok responded and he and Seven joined the
Captain in the turbolift.

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The away team materialized on the shore near Tom and B'Elanna's
last known position.  Tuvok and Seven had their tricorders out
and were scanning the area.  Pointing her tricorder toward the
grassy hillside, Seven proceeded up the slope toward the spot
where the pair had been just before they had been beamed away.

"Have you found anything?" Janeway called from the sandy beach,
the wind whipped strands of her hair around her face.

"Possibly," Seven answered.  

The Captain, accompanied by Tuvok and the rest of the away team,
joined Seven on the grassy hill.  

"What is it you found?" Janeway asked when she reached the blond.

"Fluidic secretions," Seven stated simply.

"Fluidic secretions?"  What type of secretions?"

"Semen.  Yes, definitely semen.  Tom Paris' semen to be exact,"
Seven concluded matter-of-factly as if she were discussing the
benefits of Borg regeneration. "And there is evidence of a
similar type of fluid that is compatible with Lt. Torres' body
chemistry."

Janeway tried in vain not to blush.  "Yes...ah...well then I
guess we know what Tom and B'Elanna were doing before they
disappeared." 

Seven looked at her blankly.  Janeway whispered the answer in her
ear. 

Seven's eyes widened even more than usual.  

Kathryn had to admit that Voyager's love birds always did manage
to get themselves into interesting situations.  "Do you detect
anything else?" she asked addressing both Seven and Tuvok.  This
time it was Tuvok that spoke up.

"By adjusting my tricorder, I have discovered a faint signature
of a transporter beam, Captain."  He paused and consulted his
instrument once again.  "Unfortunately, I am unable to determine
that, if the Lieutenants were beamed anywhere, where it was they
were beamed too."

"Well, maybe we can find out more on Voyager.  Transporter room,
away team to beam up," Janeway ordered.

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Tom and B'Elanna now dressed and with their commbadges back in
their possession, but unfortunately without their phasers, tried
to contact the ship but received no answer, so they decided to
speak with the aliens instead.

"Listen," Tom began pasting a friendly smile on his face.  "We
meant you no disrespect.  I'm sure if we could talk this over
you'd see that we mean you no harm."

"...quiet...later..." were the only words that the universal
translator picked up.

"We are a friendly race we had no idea that the planet was
occupied.  We performed detailed scans of the entire planet
before we transported to the surface," B'Elanna tried to explain.

The aliens didn't respond this time and only huddled together
talking amongst themselves, occasionally they would all look at
the couple and they would resume their discussions once again. 

The largest of the aliens, stepped forward and clapped his hands
twice.  Several other aliens, each carrying spears, stepped
forward and prodded Tom and B'Elanna towards a wall of doors. 
They stopped in front of the fourth door from the left.  The same
large alien clapped his hand three times and the door sprung
open.  On the other side of the door . . . .


= = = = = =

E-mail me at kelhapam@lr.net and let me know your opinion on what
is on the other side of the door and what await our favorite
couple.  It could a number of things, an animal, an alien female,
an inanimate object, or something else, you decide.  If you want,
you can elaborate on your idea and briefly explain what will
happen.

You have until next Saturday morning, November 14, to send me
your ideas. I will then take a tally of the vote and proceed to
write the next piece of the story during that weekend.   Note the
decision of the judge (namely me) is final.  

I would like to thank the 17 people that took the time to vote in
round one, the answers covered a wide range of possible
scenarios.  It was nice, in particular, to see people respond
that don't currently write fanfic.

And again, a special thanks to Marleena for agreeing to post this
story as it develops.  Her site addy is
http://www.oocities.com/Area51/Rampart/6467/  She helps to make
this endeavor possible.  

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