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Arc of trust I : Shattered trust	By : GeminiStarlight Category: Star Trek > Voyager Views: 2735 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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Arc of trust I : Shattered
trust

Hey there! Welcome to my not so little fanfic about Voyager
and it�s great crew!

I am new at writing in English � therefore please bear with any mistakes in
grammar and spelling, ok? I really hope I am not that bad, so anyone who will
read this actually enjoys my little tidbit of a Voyager-Fanfic.
This will actually be more than one Fic. I try to make
it into five of them, which are called the �Arc of trust�.

This first one starts with the episode (in the original series), where Tom
Paris played the �traitor� for Captain Janeway to find out, who is the real spy
onboard. But in my universe, there are
some differences � mainly the fact, that he is really believed to be the
spy. From then on that will be an AU.

Disclaimer: Voyager and its crew will never be
mine. Such a shame! But I can�t get, what has not been produced by my brain.
Therefore only the events of �Arc of trust� are mine. I promise not to hurt the
characters�too much! (smile)
Warnings: nope (for this one), later that will
probably change
Rating: G for now (I change it in the later
chaps)
Feedback: gemini_starlight@gmx.net
Pairings: wait and see
Genre: Action/Adventure

I REALLY WOULD LIKE TO GET REVIEWS! CHRITICISM WILL BE
WELCOMED WITH OPEN ARMS AND MIND, BUT ONLY IF IT�S OBJECTIVE!!! I LIKE TO
IMPROVE�BUT THEREFORE I NEED TO GET ANY COMMENTS!

So now R & R! I really hope, it will be fun for
you!

gemini_starlight

Chapter 1:

It was early in the morning - for Tom anyway, who was on his way to Alpha
shift. Having slept restlessly the whole night, he felt really tired. His body
was aching distantly, as he strode purposefully towards the turbolift to get to
the bridge.

'What's the matter with me these last days?', he wondered silently as he
stepped into the lift, which he gladly realized he had for himself. He wasn't
sure he could handle another person right now or put up a cheerful expression
before he had to by stepping on the bridge.

'The last five nights I got almost no sleep at all and when it was like last
night - tossing and turning until I was too exhausted to move. And these aching
gets more and more each day, as if�oh no, I don't want to get ill now!�,
Tom silently moaned.

�The Doc will have a fit, if he has to put up with me as a patient � and I
can't say, I would consider myself a lucky person to be under his care. Duty
with him in Sickbay is bad enough�I don't want to spend more time there.'

As if answering his thoughts, his body relaxed and the distant aches faded
away.

For some moments the Lieutenant felt free of that constant little pains, which
had hindered him the last days. A relieved smile crept onto the handsome
features of the blond pilot, only to vanish seconds later to be replaced by a
grimace of pain, as his whole body was flooded by waves of intense pain. Tom
bit onto his lip to prevent an agonized scream and searched for the cool
texture of the turboliftwalls to steady himself.

"Stop!", he said through clenched teeth and the lift obediently
halted.

But Tom only distinctly noticed the halt because he was desperatly trying to
regain his senses over the pain which wracked his body. He tightly shut his
eyes and tried to slow his labored breathing to get more air into his
suffocating lungs.

Then it suddenly stopped and the pilot sighed, leaning his throbbing head
against the walls. He stood like this for uncounted minutes and willed himself
to stop shaking so badly. His hands on the walls steadied him, but it took him
nearly ten minutes to be able to stand without the help of the walls.

His eyes still closed and feeling dizzy, Tom slowly breathed in and out, a
simple relaxing exercise he had learned in his Academy years. Concentrating on
something

simple and repetetive to sooth his reeling mind, which tried to find an answer
to that massive pain attack. But he could not for the life of him say what had
caused that attack, which nearly had had him down on the floor by its
intensity.

"Holy", he breathed out. "Where did that came from?", he
asked the air, not caring for an answer which naturally wouldn't come, but
continuing: "Probably I should visit the Doc after all, that was not
normal. I hate getting sick!"

The last sentence was said with simmering anger at himself for catching some
virus or something like that and not knowing it at all until it caused him such
unease. But it could be worse, he tried to settle his mind � what he had to do
now was going to the bridge and ask his Captain for letting him off his shift
to go to Sickbay. He would like to have himself checked out for the causes of
his pains.

Straightening, Tom set his face into a mask of his normally cheerful
appearance.

No need to worry Harry before he had the results of the tests. His friend
worried so much over him, that at times Tom felt as if he was the younger,
unexperienced one from the two of them. And not the other way around.

The thoughts of his friend � his little bro, how Tom called the darkhaired
Ensign sometimes fondly in his mind � transformed the forced smile on his face
into a real one. The Lieutenant called himself lucky to have someone like Harry
to care for him as a friend.

Then he directed a command to the lift, which had stood still all the time.

"Bridge", he said and renewed his fight in controlling his boiling
unease because of this unexpected happenings. But with every second he came
nearer to the bridge, his worry rose up and up, until he felt himself stiffen
slightly with a sudden sense of foreboding.

Then the doors to the bridge swished open and Tom wished he had stayed in bed
this morning. His eyes took in the atmophere, which seemed to be calm and
relaxed. But his gut told the pilot a totally different story � there was a
tenseness in the air, close to crackling with its intensity.

'What happened here?', Tom wondered, stepping a little bit hesitantly
off the lift and onto the bridge.

Noticing his presence the Captain turned around and the blond Lieutenant felt a
knot tying up in his stomach. Her expression was calm, eerily calm. Too calm.

'Oh, I am in trouble. But what did I do now? I felt so bad these last days,
I couldn't have done something unforgettable�couldn't I?' Desperatly trying
to think through his behaviour of the last days, which was hard because of the
throbbing pain in his head, Tom moved slowly forward, his gaze solely on the
Captain's face.

As he tried to say something, her look hardened imperceptibly and she moved to
stand. Then she curtly said: "Lieutenant, into my ready room."

'Her ready room? Right, big big trouble.', Tom thought, setting his
features into an indifferent mask. He was sure, he would get to hear something
he wouldn't like. Therefore it was not necessary to reveal too much of his
feelings too soon.

And as he caught movement in the corner of his eyes, he straightened a bit
further and followed the Captain into her ready room. Outwardly collected and
calm, inside his mind was wheeling with possiblities. Why had the Captain
chosen Tuvok and the Commander to be there when she said what she was going to
say?

The feeling of dread in his stomach increased and for a moment Tom feared
another attack like the one in the turbolift would seize him. But with inner
strength he fought the pain back to from wherever it came. Now was not the time
to collapse from pain.

Not in front of three persons who he held in high respect and wished the same
from them.

He had to be strong, like his father had told him over and over again.

Tom could hear the Admiral�s voice in his head as if the older man was standing
at his side: "You are a Paris, Thomas. And our family always stand proud,
even in pain or anything else. Hold yourself up in every crisis and don't put
shame above that name, do you understand me?"

'Yes, Sir!', Tom silently answered sarcastically. He straightenend his
long slender frame to his full height, ignoring the pain which throbbed in his
head. 'A world for some hypospray to rid me of that headache!'

Lacing his hands together behind his back, he stood still in front of the
Captain's desk and looked down to her, because meanwhile the woman had taken a
seat. But inspite of the height difference between them, Tom felt uneasy and
smaller than her because of her look.

A look he had hoped to never see again on a face regarding him. A look she
never wore before when looking at him � despite everything which had happenend
in his not so easy life.

A look of barely controlled anger.

But that was not what made Toms heart clench.

It was the disappointment in that dark blue gaze, only thinly veiled by the
anger.

Disappointment in him.

What had he done?

End for now�that was only the beginning. Curious? Then
send me a review to make me write more and more of this fic�I really look
forward to get a comment.
Make me happy!
Bye, gemini_starlight
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