STORY NOTES: This story was written in a very unique format. It's a blind round robin; in other words, each participant was only allowed to read the installment of the story that came directly before theirs. No one had access to the entire story (except the person who did the moderating). Therefore, each person's interpretation could take the story in an entirely different direction....and in our case, that's exactly what happened! Please enjoy :-)

Disclaimer: Paramount owns all things Voyager. No copyright infringement is intended.

WARNING: This story is rated NC-17 for a multitude of sexual situations. If you are under the age of 18 or are offended by such, please read no further.

(Ghostie)

Captain Kathryn Janeway woke with a start, a rush of adrenaline coursing through her veins. Her heart was beating loudly in her chest as she threw back the covers and stood up, looking around her quarters nervously.

"What the hell was that sound...." she whispered, rubbing her neck unconsciously, "It was so real....so horrible..." Had she been dreaming? Suddenly, she heard movement on the other side of the bulkhead in Chakotay's quarters. Another person awakened in the middle of the night, perhaps?

"Janeway to Chakotay," Kathryn called, her voice echoing through the dark chamber. Silence was her only answer. "Computer, locate Commander Chakotay." Again, only silence. Taking a deep, shaky breath, she grabbed her robe and quickly wrapped it around her before turning and heading out of the room...

(HypoJenic)

As she entered the hall, she realized how dark everything seemed. Where was the lighting that should be there? She would worry about that later. She felt an urgent need to get to Chakotay. She felt her way along the wall of the corridor and soon found herself outside his quarters. She tried the door chime. No answer. She entered her override command and entered his quarters.

Once inside, she realized it was darker than it should be. What was wrong? She could not quite put her finger on it but something was wrong. She could feel it in her gut. She looked around and her gaze fell to the viewport. The stars. Where were the stars? The space outside was black as ink. She called, "Chakotay, where are you?" There was no answer.

Kathryn took a deep breath and gave herself a mental shake. This was no time to panic. She asked the computer for illumination but there was no response. She felt her way around the room, calling to Chakotay as she went....

(Sprite)

Gradually, her eyes adjusted to the darkness, and she became aware of a sickly green glow coming from the bedroom area. Cursing, as she bumped her shin on a low table, she made her way towards the glow. Her fear was growing -- something was clearly not right here.

Reaching the doorway, she let her breath out in a gasp that was half-exclamation, half-sob. Chakotay lay slumped on the floor, half-leaning against the bed, moaning in pain. He was dressed in the loose pants and shirt he preferred for off-duty times. The sickly green emanated from his skin. His face was pale and green, with droplets of sweat glistening on his obviously fevered forehead. All the places where his clothing did not cover him, his skin illuminated the room with the faint greenish radiance.

Kathryn knelt beside him, gasping as she touched his cheek and realized how feverish he was. Unsure how to help him, she grasped his upper body and gently lifted him until he was lying flat on the floor. Retrieving a pillow and blanket from the bed she endeavored to make him comfortable. As she lifted his fever-soaked head and rested it on the pillow, his eyes opened briefly. He looked right past her - she wasn't even sure he recognized her. "Leola root," he wheezed. His eyes slid closed, his head lolled loosely against the pillow, and he slid into unconsciousness once more.

(Kin)

*Leola root?!? What exactly is that supposed to mean???* Kathryn thought as she gave the order for two people to be transported to the sick bay. *Hopefully the doctor will have some answers for me*

Kathryn and Chakotay arrived in sickbay. Kathryn immediately called out to the Doctor, but there was no answer. She immediately ordered the computor to start his program. "What is the nature of....." began the Doctor as he turned around to face the person(s) behind him. He stopped short when he saw the Captain standing over one of the bio beds and looking down at somebody. He moved forward and gently put his hand onto the Captain's shoulder so as not to jar her and spoke quietly-- "Captain?"

*Oh Gods. How could this happen? What went wrong? He seemed to be alright when we left the mess hall. Could it have been something that he had eaten?* Kathryn nearly jumped when she felt the Doctor's hand and heard his voice. She had been so absorbed in her thoughts about Chakotay.

"Doctor, I......I don't know what happened. I just found him slumped over with this sickly green color all over his body. I...uh...transported us over as soon as he lost consciousness. He mentioned something about leola root. I wonder what that was supposed to mean." Kathryn said that last part more to herself than to the Doctor who had already started scanning Chakotay.

(Gilly)

The Doctor tutted to himself as he studied his Tri-corder. Snapping it shut, he quickly moved to the drugs trolley and selected a hypo-spray. "Doctor?!"

"Not now Captain. I'll answer all of your questions as soon as the Commander is out of danger."

Throwing her arms around her body, Kathryn forced herself to walk away from the bio-bed. Her heart yammered loudly in her chest and her breathing seemed to be spiralling out of control. Walk, just walk! Breathe.....walk... breathe slowly, in and out. Oh, my God, what if he dies?! How can I go on without Chakotay? I can't do this without him, not forever..... I'll go under! Shut up, you idiot! He's not going anywhere. Walk.... stay calm. You won't be any use to him sedated and lying on a bio-bed yourself!

"Captain?"

She turned and saw the Doctor disappearing into his office. With a final look in Chakotay's direction, she marched across sick-bay, shooting questions at the Doctor before she was even through his door. "Will he be alright...what's wrong with him.... can you treat him?" She leaned across the Doctor's desk and pinned him to his chair with a look that said, 'Spill it!'

The EMH held up his hands. "One question at a time please, Captain. Yes, he'll be alright.... eventually. He's in some sort of Leeola- root induced, anaphylactic shock. I'm not sure why, because I only found a small amount in his digestive system." He leaned further back in his chair and rubbed at his chin, deep in thought. "I've seen countless reactions to Leeola root in all of the species onboard this ship, Captain. I've seen leeola-hives, leeola-ulcers, leeola-tooth, leeola-constipation, leeola-diarrhoea..... you name it, I've seen it. I've never seen anything like the sickly green tinge all over the Commander's body though. It's almost as if he'd bathed or showered in leeola-root extract, but of course that's ridiculous!" He grinned up at her, then quickly continued. "I've stabilised him and I'll continue to monitor his condition until he's completely out of danger, but I'm sorry Captain, I'm stumped. My database has no information on this reaction. Only time will tell."

Kathryn straightened up and took a seat opposite the Doctor. After a moments thought she looked up. "Maybe we can steal a march on time, Doctor. We have another Leeola root expert onboard. She slapped her communicator. "Janeway to Neelix. Come to sick-bay immediately! Janeway out."

Rising from her chair, she moved back across sickbay to Chakotay's side. He looked so very peaceful... green, but peaceful. Reaching out, she gently pushed some damp spikes of hair off his forehead. "Well, you finally did it! You finally turned green with jealousy. Don't you dare die on me, Chakotay. Oh, I'm going to get so much mileage out of this! And if you think I'm changing my ship's colour-scheme so you don't clash, you've got another thing coming."

The door opened and Neelix hurried in. "Captain, you asked me too......"

Neelix's mouth dropped open as he approached Chakotay's bio-bed.

"......oh, sweet Twixet! Tell me he didn't......?"

(Rykki)

Neelix stared at Chakotay's lime green body and unconscious state. His glance shifted to the distraught Captain standing by the Commander's bio bed.

"Neelix, the Commander's body appears to be covered with the residue of Leyola root extract He's in critical condition and I've run out of ideas. We are not exactly sure of the circumstances, do you have ideas or suggestions? ... Neelix?" the doctor nudged the stunned Talaxian.

Neelix took a deep breath and nervously looked at a very worried Captain. "Leyola root extract when applied topically enhances sexual peak experiences. It is very powerful and should be used sparingly and only in the groin area. I'm not sure what the effect of bathing in it would be. I have no knowledge of anyone ever trying that. I would assume a heightened state of arousal to perhaps an unconscious state."

The Captain's worried frown lost the battle with an astonished look and then a deep red flush crawled up her neck and bled into her face. Her eyes widened and a small "oh," escaped her lips.

(August)

"Thank you, doctor." She whispered, and almost ran out of the sick bay. Kathryn couldn't believe what she had just heard. Chakotay was unconscious because he had tried some sort of love-drug? And how the hell could Leola root be an aphrodisiac anyway? She couldn't think of anything more. . . she shuddered.

But . . . what could she do? Her XO was lying comatose in sick bay because he was in a super heightened state of arousal. The thought made her stop. It was, after all, her duty to help a lower ranking officer. And if he could relieve some of that tension, maybe he would fall out of his coma. The fact that they would have to have one of the most unbelievably sexually charged screws to do it was totally, totally beside the point.

"Doctor?" She tapped her comm badge.

"Yes, Captain?"

"I want the sick-bay cleared. I think I have an idea-"

"-But Captain . . ."

"No buts, Doctor. Well, two butts, but-"

"-it's just that-"

"-No! The Commander has to be saved. And if I have to have sex with him myself, well it's a price I'm willing to pay."

"Captain, it's just that-"

"-Janeway out."

She sighed and looked around. A commanding officer has to make sacrifices. And if sleeping with Chakotay was the price she had to pay for his life, then dammit, it was her *DUTY* to do it.

A few minutes later, Kathryn strode into the sick bay. She took one look and stopped short in her tracks. Chakotay was there, of course. But so was Neelix. He was standing by the biobed. And he was as naked as the day he was born. And, she was willing to bet, a hell of a lot uglier.

"Ah Captain." The doctor turned to her. "I tried to explain . . ."

(Joss)

"Doctor, why the hell is there a naked Talaxian in my sickbay? And *why* is he hovering around Chakotay?" she demanded of him, noticing for the first time that her XO's clothing had been removed. "Why don't you ask him yourself... he wouldn't say a word to me," the Doctor replied demurely.

Kathryn walked over to the prostrate Chakotay and turned to face Neelix, slightly averting her eyes so she wouldn't have to look at his nude body and its... weirdly shaped components. "Mr Neelix, what is your explanation for this?" she asked, grimacing slightly as he moved towards her and various external portions of his anatomy came into her view.

"Captain Janeway," he began in a very sombre, serious tone. "It came to my attention through various..nameless.. sources, that Commander Chakotay had been rendered unconscious by an aphrodisiac concocted from the Leola Root plant. This particular drug is well known to my people, and its strongly arousing effects can only be counteracted using two methods. The first, being sex, is not expected of you or any other member of the crew, even in your obviously... willing... condition. The second is an ancient ritual of my people, which involves, among other things, performing a sacred dance - naked - around the affected person. I have taken it as my duty to perform this dance and subsequently -"

His speech was cut short as the lights went out, and the four were plunged into total darkness. Then Voyager started shaking. The doctor's program was shut down automatically. Neelix was knocked out by a rolling medi-cart and fell unconscious to the floor. And Kathryn... well, she grabbed hold of the first thing her hand could find in order to balance herself. Which just so happened to be the currently *very* upright portion of her XO's genitalia....

(Spiritssong)

Chakotay moaned in his delirium an pulled Kathryn into him, his strong arms circling her and holding her close. Kathryn struggled slightly in a half-hearted attempt to pull away but then Chak's warm lips met hers and her will was drained as she went weak in the knees.

She could feel the heat from his naked body and her heart began beating wildly. She thought to herself that Neelix did say that there were only two ways to cure him didn't he? She parted her lips and let his searching tongue enter as she inhaled deeply savoring each moment.Chak's hands were deftly peeling off her officers uniform as his lips sought her errect nipples.

She kept telling herself that she was only doing this for her Xos benifit it was the only way...but as he abruptly entered her the moan that escaped her lips told her that this was one job that she was thoroughly going to enjoy.

(Kath)

Her body arched up to meet his, a low moan escaped her as a thrill of fire ran through her veins. Kathryn's hands tightened reflexively on his powerful shoulders, he was clutching her to him tightly, as if holding on to her for his life. In a way, he was.

His lips blazed a trail of fire down the slim line of her neck, his teeth gently nipping at her sensitive skin. She pulled his lips to hers, rolling him over as they kissed so that she now straddled him. His thick, full erection buried deep inside her aching body. Slowly at first, she rode him. Moving up and down his throbbing shaft, he groaned thickly, thrusting his hips forward to meet her, his hands moving her faster against him.

*God he feels so good...* the thought drifted across her consciousness as shivers of pleasure ran rampant through her body. "Chakotay..." her voice a whisper of pleasure and need.

His response was to flip her over beneath him once more, driving himself fiercely into her willing and ready body. The spasms of pleasure grew more and more powerful with each deep thrust, she nearly screamed as she climaxed, her nails digging into his back.

(Renegade)

Chakotay groaned in exquisite pain as her nails took hold of his flesh, and sunk his teeth gently into the base of Kathryn's neck in answer to her animalistic tendencies.

The sudden pressure on her neck only served to heighten her climax and she bucked her hips against him wildly. Her head thrown back and her eyes half hooded in passion, as she felt him suckle and bite her neck like a vampire dying of thirst. She felt the blood rush to the site of his mouth and knew he had left his mark on her. For a brief moment she contemplated not wearing her Starfleet issue turtleneck when she took her shift, as she wanted everyone on board to see Chakotay's brand on her. A blatant reminder that they had thrown regulations and protocol to the wind.

The fierceness of their lovemaking drove him closer and closer to the edge. He thrust his hips against her harder until she was screaming and thrashing her head from side to side, pleading with him to release himself to her and quench her own raging fire now building once again in her loins. "Chakotay…please…"

Her words fell on deaf ears. He was determined to drive himself deep within her and carry them both over the edge of the precipice together. As he felt her begin to tighten once more around his swollen shaft, he slowed his thrusts and gyrated against her already sensitive folds. Placing his hand between their joined bodies, he pressed against her swollen clitoris and thrust once more, releasing his hot fluids into her.

The prolonged release of their passions ignited their voices in the stillness, and they cried out as one as the force of their climax left them shuddering in each other's arms.

(Texas Rose)

A few hours later, Chakotay awoke from the sleep that had claimed him. Kathryn was still asleep, so he took the time to watch her. Even in sleep he could see that she held back. She hid things. Yet at the same time, there was a child-like innocence that was present. Chakotay wondered how she managed to keep everything bottled inside.

"Chakotay, why are you staring at me?" came a mumbled voice.

"I didn't realize that you were awake."

"I'm not. I just felt you watching." She responded.

"Well, if you're not awake, how is it that you are talking to me?" Chakotay smiled. Kathryn opened her eyes and gave him a withering look. She closed her eyes again, and Chakotay decided to take the opportunity to kiss her.

"Mmmmmmm....Chakotay...we have to be on duty in a couple of hours...don't you think that we should be....uhhhh....well, relaxing?"

Chakotay looked at her, "Don't you think that releasing certain tensions is a form of relaxing?"

Kathryn grinned. "Well, then by all means show me this relaxation. I sure seem to be tense."

(Delta)

His answering eyes reflected the merriment of his idea a couple of nanoseconds before the grin appeared on his face. "All right. But you must trust me... *completely* trust me," he answered softly.

She smiled back at him. "You know that I trust you."

He slowly pulled back and removed the thin sheet that covered her. Her eyes expressed their own question to his actions. He answered her quizzical look.

"Kathryn, I'm going to place the sheet on the floor. Then, I would like for you to lie down on it... on your stomach."

"On my stomach?" she queried incredulously.

"Shhhh," he murmured, as he helped her into position, and then shifted positions himself. "Just put yourself into my hands..."

Kathryn followed his request, allowing him to place her arms parallel to her body. She closed her eyes once more, sensing that he was moving up towards her head, straddling the top of her head with his muscular thighs. She smelled the salty muskiness of his body, and ached to take control of the situation on her own, but kept her promise of trust. Her acute ears heard him rubbing his hands together, detecting the sounds of muffled blowing, as he continued to rub his hands. Then... silence.

Suddenly, she felt him. His broad hands, opened into their massive expanse, placed themselves in the small of her back. Slowly, he pulled them up her back to her neck, his fingertips barely making contact with her body. He repeated the movement several times, each succeeding one a little firmer in its touch, bringing internal shivers to her.

The movement began yet again, but this time each hand was moving in large concentric circles -- his right hand moving clockwise; his left, counterclockwise -- up her back. As he reached her shoulders, he took the time to gently knead the muscles in each area until he felt her finally succumb to his pressure.

He again moved to her lower back. This time when he touched her, he had brought the fingertips of each hand together, into a tight circle of finger pads. With the slightest contact, he ran the firm fingertips up either side of her spinal column, repeating the movement several times with an increased pressure each time. Her breathing became slower and deeper with each pass of his touch. Suddenly, there was a change in the fingers. They had spread, and his was walking them up and down, like playful crabs skittering across the surface of her back...

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