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nomination for the office of Vice-President of the United
States, but I am ready to serve my country if called upon to
do so.

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Babysitter's Blues Part 7
(Section 1 of the Project Voyager trilogy)
by Jack Staik

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"Hello, Seven." a sweet innocent voice said.

Seven of Nine looked up from her work station. "Naomi
Wildman." she said by way of greeting. "Why are you wearing
a long black cloak?"

"No reason." she said. "Oh, Mister Paris said he wants to
talk to you about him helping out on the replicator
project."

Seven looked puzzled. "Why did he not contact me himself?"

"His throat injuries won't let him use the intercoms," Naomi
temporized. "and the Doctor and Aunt B'Ellana make him go to
the Sick Bay all the time. He says you should drop by his
cabin at about thirteen hunderd."

Seven checked her internal chronometer. "That would be in
fourteen point four minutes. Very well. I will comply."

As Seven walked away, Naomi allowed herself a small smile as
she punched a control. "Naomi Wildman to Ensign Paris."

"Sick Bay here." answered the Emergency Medical Holographic
Program. "Mr Paris can't talk at present. May I help you?"

"Tell him that Lieutenant Torres wants to meet him in his
quarters at thirteen hundred hours. She also said to say,
'yee-hah"."

A crashing sound was heard over the intercom. "And he's off.
Ah well," the Doctor sighed. "we were about done for the
day, anyhow. Sick Bay out."

As the link was cut, Naomi allowed herself a small laugh. A
deep, diabolical, somewhat manaical laugh.

"Nyah-hah-hah-hah! The fools suspect nothing! Soon my master
plan will be complete, and I will have them all!"

With a swirl of her black cloak, Naomi left the room.


Tuvok, freshly released from the Sick Bay, briefed the
Security detail. "Remember, these may seem like simple
animals, but they are members of the crew. They must be
taken alive and unharmed, so that Q can change them back."

"This Q bugger's supposed to be almost onmipotent, why
doesn't he do it?" a voice mumbled.

Tuvok stepped up to Ensign Inverse. "Because he is less than
two years old, despite his appearance. His ability to focus
and control his powers is very limited. That is why we are
on a Constitution-class vessel wearing red shirts instead of
an Intrepid-class vessel wearing gold trim. Any other
questions?"

After a few seconds of silence, Tuvok continued. "In the
interest of efficiency, Ensign, you will be issued a
phaser."

"YIPPEE!!" Lina shouted, jumping up in joy. "YAHOO!! AT
LAST!!"

"I thought we were supposed to take them alive." one of the
crewmen muttered.

Lina's joy faded when saw the phaser. As she had expected,
it was an archaic type, the sort that James Kirk probably
carried. But this one was different. "Hey, it's locked off
on light stun! And the power cell's only at five percent!"

"Your - exhuberence - is well-known," Tuvok commented drily.
"Compensation was made."

"What did I ever do to deserve this?!" she pouted.

"Verias IV, four years ago." Tuvok answered. "A two-kilogram
animal took your tricorder, and you depleted your phaser's
power cell by firing at it at setting 16, vaporizing your
tricorder, and incidentally destroying fourteen square
kilometers of rain forest."

"My finger slipped." she replied, eyes downcast.

"What about the Grestas incident?" said one of the Maquis
crewman. "When she was smuggling micro-photon warheads, and
that guy in the bar said -"

"We've heard the story, Crewman." Tuvok interrupted. "In any
case, we have wasted enough time. Ensign Inverse, you will
begin at the Forward section of this deck. Crewmen, take
Port and Starboard. I will take Aft. When one of the targets
is located, contact the Bridge and note it's position, then
try to stun it. Dismissed."

As the Security detail headed off, Tuvok checked around for
observers. Seeing none, he quickly dashed for the nearest
turbolift.

Inside, he flipped open the communicator. "Tuvok to Bridge."

"Bridge here."

"Can you locate Captain Janeway?"

"She was last reported on Deck Eleven."

"Thank you. Tuvok out." He closed the communicator, then
chortled with glee, a big silly grin on his face. "Oh my
darling Kathy! Alone at last! As if adjusting my hormone
balance could stem the burning flame in my heart!" He turned
the handle. "Deck Seven!"


"Mr Paris!" Naomi called out.

Tom Paris slowed down from his brisk walk and turned to face
young Naomi, who was dressed all in black with a black
cloak. He waved at her, still unable to speak due to his
throat injuries.

"You've got something on your face." she said sunnily,
pointing to a spot on her own cheek. "You wouldn't want Aunt
B'Ellana to see that ugly smudge, would you?" She handed him
a hankercheif.

He nodded his thanks, and rubbed the area she had indicated.
The hankercheif left a pink smear on his previously-clean
face. Then he hurried along to his rendezvous.

As Paris headed off, an evil smirk crawled along Naomi's
face, which was hidden as she walked into Seven's new alcove
room, where young Q was busy poring over technical
information so he could restore Voyager to its previous
state.

"Quantum singularitioes from deflector emissions? Hmm..." he
said thoughtfully. Then he noticed Naomi. "What are you
doing here?" he asked with his usual Q tact.

"Oh, I come here a lot to be alone." she commented casually.
"Especially this time of day."

This piqued Q's curiosity. "Why this time of day?"

Naomi smiled braodly. Hooked!


Tom entered his quarters, expecting to find B'Ellana Torres
there, wearing cowboy boots, a Stetson hat, and a warm
smile. Instead, he found Seven of Nine. Granted, she was
wearing that rather nice new peach-colored suit, but it
wasn't what he expected.

"You wished to see me, Mr Paris?" she asked.

Tom could only shake his head.

Then a flash of light, and Q was in the room.

"IT'S TRUE!!" he exclaimed in a voice louder than any human
could have. "YOU'RE MAKING OUT WITH MY SWEETIE BEHIND YOUR
GIRLFRIEND'S BACK!! USING HER FOR YOUR PERVERTED
PLEASURES!!"

A field of iridescent, deadly-lloking plasma erupted into
being around the adolescent demigod. He raised his hand, his
eyes glowing with Power.

"YOU ARE BEYOND DEAD!!" he cried.

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<BR>
Babysitter's Blues Part 7<BR>
(Section 1 of the Project Voyager trilogy)<BR>
by Jack Staik<BR>
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<BR>
"Hello, Seven." a sweet innocent voice said.<BR>
<BR>
Seven of Nine looked up from her work station. "Naomi Wildman." she said by way<BR>
of greeting. "Why are you wearing a long black cloak?"<BR>
<BR>
"No reason." she said. "Oh, Mister Paris said he wants to talk to you about him<BR>
helping out on the replicator project."<BR>
<BR>
Seven looked puzzled. "Why did he not contact me himself?"<BR>
<BR>
"His throat injuries won't let him use the intercoms," Naomi temporized. "and<BR>
the Doctor and Aunt B'Ellana make him go to the Sick Bay all the time. He says<BR>
you should drop by his cabin at about thirteen hunderd."<BR>
<BR>
Seven checked her internal chronometer. "That would be in fourteen point four<BR>
minutes. Very well. I will comply."<BR>
<BR>
As Seven walked away, Naomi allowed herself a small smile as she punched a<BR>
control. "Naomi Wildman to Ensign Paris."<BR>
<BR>
"Sick Bay here." answered the Emergency Medical Holographic Program. "Mr Paris<BR>
can't talk at present. May I help you?"<BR>
<BR>
"Tell him that Lieutenant Torres wants to meet him in his quarters at thirteen<BR>
hundred hours. She also said to say, 'yee-hah"."<BR>
<BR>
A crashing sound was heard over the intercom. "And he's off. Ah well," the<BR>
Doctor sighed. "we were about done for the day, anyhow. Sick Bay out."<BR>
<BR>
As the link was cut, Naomi allowed herself a small laugh. A deep, diabolical,<BR>
somewhat manaical laugh.<BR>
<BR>
"Nyah-hah-hah-hah! The fools suspect nothing! Soon my master plan will be<BR>
complete, and I will have them all!"<BR>
<BR>
With a swirl of her black cloak, Naomi left the room.<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
Tuvok, freshly released from the Sick Bay, briefed the Security detail.<BR>
"Remember, these may seem like simple animals, but they are members of the<BR>
crew. They must be taken alive and unharmed, so that Q can change them back."<BR>
<BR>
"This Q bugger's supposed to be almost onmipotent, why doesn't he do it?" a<BR>
voice mumbled.<BR>
<BR>
Tuvok stepped up to Ensign Inverse. "Because he is less than two years old,<BR>
despite his appearance. His ability to focus and control his powers is very<BR>
limited. That is why we are on a Constitution-class vessel wearing red shirts<BR>
instead of an Intrepid-class vessel wearing gold trim. Any other questions?"<BR>
<BR>
After a few seconds of silence, Tuvok continued. "In the interest of<BR>
efficiency, Ensign, you will be issued a phaser."<BR>
<BR>
"YIPPEE!!" Lina shouted, jumping up in joy. "YAHOO!! AT LAST!!"<BR>
<BR>
"I thought we were supposed to take them alive." one of the crewmen muttered.<BR>
<BR>
Lina's joy faded when saw the phaser. As she had expected, it was an archaic<BR>
type, the sort that James Kirk probably carried. But this one was different.<BR>
"Hey, it's locked off on light stun! And the power cell's only at five<BR>
percent!"<BR>
<BR>
"Your - exhuberence - is well-known," Tuvok commented drily. "Compensation was<BR>
made."<BR>
<BR>
"What did I ever do to deserve this?!" she pouted.<BR>
<BR>
"Verias IV, four years ago." Tuvok answered. "A two-kilogram animal took your<BR>
tricorder, and you depleted your phaser's power cell by firing at it at setting<BR>
16, vaporizing your tricorder, and incidentally destroying fourteen square<BR>
kilometers of rain forest."<BR>
<BR>
"My finger slipped." she replied, eyes downcast.<BR>
<BR>
"What about the Grestas incident?" said one of the Maquis crewman. "When she<BR>
was smuggling micro-photon warheads, and that guy in the bar said -"<BR>
<BR>
"We've heard the story, Crewman." Tuvok interrupted. "In any case, we have<BR>
wasted enough time. Ensign Inverse, you will begin at the Forward section of<BR>
this deck. Crewmen, take Port and Starboard. I will take Aft. When one of the<BR>
targets is located, contact the Bridge and note it's position, then try to stun<BR>
it. Dismissed."<BR>
<BR>
As the Security detail headed off, Tuvok checked around for observers. Seeing<BR>
none, he quickly dashed for the nearest turbolift.<BR>
<BR>
Inside, he flipped open the communicator. "Tuvok to Bridge."<BR>
<BR>
"Bridge here."<BR>
<BR>
"Can you locate Captain Janeway?"<BR>
<BR>
"She was last reported on Deck Eleven."<BR>
<BR>
"Thank you. Tuvok out." He closed the communicator, then chortled with glee, a<BR>
big silly grin on his face. "Oh my darling Kathy! Alone at last! As if<BR>
adjusting my hormone balance could stem the burning flame in my heart!" He<BR>
turned the handle. "Deck Seven!"<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
"Mr Paris!" Naomi called out.<BR>
<BR>
Tom Paris slowed down from his brisk walk and turned to face young Naomi, who<BR>
was dressed all in black with a black cloak. He waved at her, still unable to<BR>
speak due to his throat injuries.<BR>
<BR>
"You've got something on your face." she said sunnily, pointing to a spot on<BR>
her own cheek. "You wouldn't want Aunt B'Ellana to see that ugly smudge, would<BR>
you?" She handed him a hankercheif.<BR>
<BR>
He nodded his thanks, and rubbed the area she had indicated. The hankercheif<BR>
left a pink smear on his previously-clean face. Then he hurried along to his<BR>
rendezvous.<BR>
<BR>
As Paris headed off, an evil smirk crawled along Naomi's face, which was hidden<BR>
as she walked into Seven's new alcove room, where young Q was busy poring over<BR>
technical information so he could restore Voyager to its previous state.<BR>
<BR>
"Quantum singularitioes from deflector emissions? Hmm..." he said thoughtfully.<BR>
Then he noticed Naomi. "What are you doing here?" he asked with his usual Q<BR>
tact.<BR>
<BR>
"Oh, I come here a lot to be alone." she commented casually. "Especially this<BR>
time of day."<BR>
<BR>
This piqued Q's curiosity. "Why this time of day?"<BR>
<BR>
Naomi smiled braodly. Hooked!<BR>
<BR>
<BR>
Tom entered his quarters, expecting to find B'Ellana Torres there, wearing<BR>
cowboy boots, a Stetson hat, and a warm smile. Instead, he found Seven of Nine.<BR>
Granted, she was wearing that rather nice new peach-colored suit, but it wasn't<BR>
what he expected.<BR>
<BR>
"You wished to see me, Mr Paris?" she asked.<BR>
<BR>
Tom could only shake his head.<BR>
<BR>
Then a flash of light, and Q was in the room.<BR>
<BR>
"IT'S TRUE!!" he exclaimed in a voice louder than any human could have. "YOU'RE<BR>
MAKING OUT WITH MY SWEETIE BEHIND YOUR GIRLFRIEND'S BACK!! SUING HER FOR YOUR<BR>
PERVERTED PLEASURES!!"<BR>
<BR>
A field of iridescent, deadly-lloking plasma erupted into being around the<BR>
adolescent demigod. He raised his hand, his eyes glowing with Power.<BR>
<BR>
"YOU ARE BEYOND DEAD!!" he cried.<BR>
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