FORGOTTEN EMOTIONS
by
Marleena(blacjac@juno.com)
PJinNH(kelhapam@lr.net)
rated NC-17
(P/T, H/f)

The 'Emotions Series' is comprised of the following stories in this order:
Silent Emotions
Basic Emotions
Forgotten Emotions

SUMMARY: Tom is kidnapped and drugged causing him to forget his past, including B'Elanna and his sons.

DISCLAIMER: Paramount owns Voyager and its characters. We've only borrowed the characters to satisfy our own creative urges. Alera Lerise and a few assorted other minor characters though are ours and ours alone (that is unless someone else wants to borrow them and give us credit). Archiving is okay, just e-mail us. Please keep disclaimer and our names attached.

RECOGNITION OF APPRECIATION: A very special thanks goes out to our beta reader Phyllis J. Sutherland for beta reading our text and to Donna Thelen who had so graciously allowed us to use her chat page while writing this story.


Forgotten Emotions

10/98

Chapter 1

Quietly, he picked up the pillow and unfolded the blanket that had been placed on the chair beside the bed. The tall man, as was customary, laid down on the floor to sleep for the night beside the bed--an honored position for he was her favorite and much envied by the other ladies of the palace. She was very fond and possessive of him for he was unique amongst the other servants in the kingdom.

And the Lady, apparently satisfied from their coupling, slept contentedly in the bed above. Settling down for the night, he winced as his back came in contact with the hard floor. The lacerations he had received from lashes three days ago were still sore.

He thought back to that time, through the fog that seemed to always permeate his brain. He had rounded a corner in the palace on an errand for his Lady and had not averted his eyes and dropped to one knee quick enough when he had been unexpectedly confronted with the Lady's sister. The punishment had been swift, he was immediately returned to the Training Area and received the appropriate punishment--15 strokes with the laser whip on his bare back. Next time he would be more careful he vowed, as the once bright eyes closed for the night. Trying to sleep, memories of the previous day invaded his mind.

*Fetch my meal.*
**At once, M'Lady.**
*Draw my bath.*
**Yes, M'Lady.**
*Pleasure me, slave.*
**Of course, M'Lady.**

Each command that he had received during the day replayed through his brain again that night, and his day had been full of commands. Each had been promptly obeyed, and the Lady was pleased. And he was pleased. Wasn't he? He couldn't remember. They told him he was.

And he slept.


In the morning, just before he rose, vague memories would surface until he received the morning injection. The drug that was injected into his system would obliterate the disturbing thoughts leaving behind only the most recent memories.

He could recall that they had trained him well those many weeks ago. Of the initial training though he could remember little. He still had the scars on his back from the laser whip to remind himself that he had been trained and apparently had not been a willing student. But the instructors had been persistent and persuasive and had achieved their goal--an obedient servant for their Lady, willing to perform any task without question.

The laser whip though hadn't been the only method of persuasion. He could recall, in the wee hours of the morning, that drugs had been painfully and frequently injected into the back of his neck during the training. Daily, he still received those same injections. He was told it was for his own good, but even through the fog he questioned how something could be for his own good if it hurt so much.

Occasionally, though just before he was injected with the drug, images of a dark haired, beautiful, exotic looking woman with two small children--boys? For some reason he knew they were boys-- would invade his mind.

Those same fleeting images invaded his mind just before he faced the overseer, Krent, the next morning. Krent, as usual, held a large syringe which contained a purple colored fluid. As he was taught, he obediently turned his back to the overseer and Krent grabbed the edge of his tunic at the nape of the neck, pulled it down, and without thought as to the man's comfort, brutally injected the entire contents of the syringe into the tender flesh.

Unmoved by the man's screams, he pushed him away and prepared a new dose for the next servant that had just entered through the door.

As the burning pain caused by the drug subsided, the world once again changed from a misted veil to a complete opaque fog. A fog that he would live in unemotionally during the day, prepared to serve his Mistress, the Lady.

Chapter 2

The away mission started out like most away missions. A delegation from Voyager beamed down to the surface of the planet, Drayen, and met it's leaders to discuss trade for food or energy. Today started out that way. Nothing unusual. Talks proceed, agreements were reached. Everything according to plan. Everything but . . .

Two very tall aliens with grey-colored skin, not natives to the planet watched the new aliens. They were from a place called 'Voyager,' they had overheard. They observed them very carefully.

First there was their leader, they called her a 'captain' she was a woman with medium colored hair, neither light nor dark. She did almost all the talking for the group but when the others spoke she listened patiently, obviously very interested in what was being said. Then there was the man who stood next to her most of the time. He had very dark hair and darker skin than the captain woman and he had some type of writing or marking on his face. Perhaps he had some type of illness the two aliens concluded.

Another woman was part of their group, she was shorter than the rest. She had dark hair that fell almost to her shoulders and her face too was unique, with ridges and ripples on the forehead. But the one alien that they were most interested in was her companion. He had hair the color of grain of the fields and blue eyes like a clear sky. *How unique. How different. How much could we get for him?* they pondered thinking of the ways they could spend their money.
* * * * * * *
"Come on, B'Elanna, let's go to the market before we have to beam back. I'm sure that we could find something that Kyle and Lucas would like," Tom pleaded with his wife.

"But Tom, the meeting . . ."

"It's almost over. When it breaks up, I'll speak with the Captain and I'm sure she'll say yes. We could be back on Voyager in twenty minutes thirty tops."

"You're whining again husband," she warned, her eyes glinting with unrestrained glee.

"Come on, 'Lanna, it will be fun," he replied with puppy-dog eyes.

She rolled her eyes and looked up at the father of her children and her husband. She never could resist that expression and he knew it. "Oh all right, but YOU have to talk to the Captain. Don't you go trying to push this off on me."

* * * * * *

A short while later, the pair were walking hand-in-hand towards the city's marketplace. Unbeknownst to them, the two aliens followed at a discreet distance.

"Don't let him out of your sight, Zeten," Enskew warned the taller alien.

"Don't worry, I'm not going to let an opportunity like this slip through my fingers," Zeten reassured his friend as he removed a small, shiny metallic device from a hidden pocket in his shirt.

* * * * * *

"Tom, look at this," B'Elanna said as she held up a blue shiny orb in his direction.

Her husband, who had been partaking of Dravian delicacies at the next counter quickly shoved the rest of the slice of pastry into this mouth, wiped his mouth and went over to join his wife.

"What is it?" he asked. She wiped the pastry flakes from his lips that he had missed and passed the orb to him.

"The owner of this kiosk says that it is a special ball. Throw it to me you'll see."

Tom raised one eyebrow in disbelief in a very good impression of Tuvok, and tossed the ball to B'Elanna. As the ball soared through the air it changed colors going from blue to green and then to yellow.

"Wow!! That's neat the boys will love it. Can we get two? One for each of them?"

B'Elanna giggled at her husband's expression. "Sure, we'll get it for them, but I have a feeling that you'll be playing with them more then they will. Here, your turn to catch," she said and she lobbed the ball in his direction.

Tom backpedaled a bit in order to make the catch and Zeten took advantage of the opportunity to bump up against him and planted a small mechanical device on the back of his uniform.

Embarrassed that he had almost knocked over the alien, Tom tucked the ball under his arm and turned to face him. "Sorry about that, but the little woman has a strong arm."

"No problem, I'm glad I was there to help break your fall," the alien replied.

"Thanks."

"Tom, you okay?" B'Elanna asked holding a second ball. Tom nodded that he was. "I've paid for two balls. We have to get going."

Tom joined B'Elanna in an area several meters away from the marketplace and she tapped her commbadge. "Voyager, two to beam up.

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