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Rating:          NC 17.

Summary:     When a crewmember loses his partner and unborn child, he blames

                      Kathryn Janeway.  Trapping her on the holodeck, he plays out his

                      terrible revenge on her, forcing Chakotay to watch helplessly.





Voyager’s First Officer rang for admittance to his Captain’s ready room but received no reply and in many ways hadn’t expected one.

Chakotay glanced across at Tuvok whom he found watching him and thought for a moment that he saw a small sign of worry there.  He turned his head and scanned the rest of the bridge, finding the eyes of Tom Paris and Harry Kim on him, also watching for any response and noted definite signs of worry on their features.  They all knew what Kathryn Janeway was doing on the other side of the door.

It had been four hours now since the disastrous away mission to the planet below, whose name they would never know.  It had also been four hours since that same planet had claimed the lives of Ensign Sally Grainger and her unborn child.  Chakotay had just come from the quarters she had shared with her partner, Ensign Joe Feeney and the memory of the pain and shock the man had been in still cut at him.  These two had been his people at one time, joined the Maquis together and had served with Chakotay for some time before circumstances had brought them to the Delta Quadrant and Voyager. 

Chakotay felt the loss deeply himself and his mind still had trouble accepting the events of this day.  While they were now one crew, a part of him would always feel something more for those who had served so loyally under him in what he often privately referred to as ‘the old days’.  Leaving Joe Feeney in the care of two of his close friends, Chakotay had sought out B’Elanna and had found her crying softly in her office off Engineering.  Once she had satisfied herself that Joe Feeney was being taken care of, her next concern had been Chakotay and her Captain and this touched him deeply.  They both remembered only too well the pain and shock on Kathryn’s face when the news had come through.  Since that time, she had shut herself away in her ready room and Chakotay was here now to check on her, his worry for her filling him.

Turning his eyes back to the Vulcan, he received a raised eyebrow and a curt nod of agreement to proceed and so Chakotay quickly entered his override code and entered Kathryn Janeway’s inner sanctum.

It took his eyes a few moments to adjust to the dimness of the room, the lights at their lowest illumination possible.  Finally he made out the form of his Captain, curled into a tight ball on the edge of her sofa, her knees drawn up and her head down, fingers laced tightly behind her neck.  He saw the faint rocking motion of her body and went to her immediately, calling her name softly but getting no reaction to his presence.

Chakotay sat beside her and put his arm around her shoulders, stilling her motion but still she didn’t acknowledge him, her eyes just staring blankly at nothingness.

“Kathryn…”  He shook her gently and then more forcefully.  He got a response this time but it was in the form of a sobbing, choking sound.  He ordered the lights to 50% and then saw her tear stained face.  The fact that she didn’t try and hide from him worried him even more.  Taking charge of the matter, he swiftly contacted the Doctor who appeared before them within seconds and assessing the situation before him, quickly administered a sedative and ordered Chakotay to beam himself and his Captain to her quarters and remain with her.

Chakotay sat for the next four hours watching Kathryn toss fitfully, despite the strong sedative dose the EMH had given her.  He knew only too well the pain felt at the loss of a crewmember under your command but the fact that one who’d had no choice in the matter of being there had also been lost, added terribly to the feelings of responsibility and subsequent guilt.  He knew Kathryn would feel this worse than he would, as a Captain and as a woman but also because she had been the one who had given her permission for Sally Grainger to get off the ship for a few hours, despite the uncertainty shown by Joe Feeney.  Kathryn had stood in the shuttle bay and laughingly reassured Feeney that Sally would be fine, that their scans had shown the planet to be safe and that his partner just needed a change of scenery.  She had informed him jokingly that the time would arrive soon when all they would have were sleepless nights and feeding schedules and that he was not to worry about anything, that the break would do her good.  Chakotay recalled Kathryn laying her hand on Joe Feeney’s shoulder and telling him that everything would be fine, her smile finally reassuring the nervous father to be.  He remembered her, calling to Feeney over her shoulder ‘what could go wrong?’ as she had left the shuttle bay.

Four hours later, those same words had come back to haunt Kathryn Janeway and she had stood in the same shuttle bay, Joe Feeney in shock beside her, as Sally Grainger’s body, swollen with their child, had been brought back to Voyager for the last time.  Chakotay remembered looking at Kathryn and seeing the look of absolute horror on her face as the Doctor had gently told them that there was nothing he could do.  He remembered the tears which had spilled over her eyelids at his words and then Joe Feeney, racked with grief, screaming at her that she had told him everything would be fine, that she had lied, that this was her fault.  The grief stricken man had then fallen on the body of woman he had loved, his wail of pain filling the ship and Kathryn had fled to her ready room until Chakotay had found her as he had.

Kathryn slowly awoke two hours later, still groggy from the sedative but within seconds remembered the day which none of them would ever forget.  Chakotay went to her and held her tightly as she cried out all the pain and guilt inside her and then replicated some soothing honeyed tea.  He sat close with her on the sofa, rubbing her back as she sipped at the hot beverage, still choking back sobs until she finally calmed some more.

Chakotay sat with Kathryn long into the night, having checked with the Doctor and been told that Joe Feeney had also been administered with a strong sedative and would sleep through until morning.

“Kathryn, there aren’t words I can use to take this away but you have to accept that none of this was your fault.  What Joe said was his grief and shock speaking and you know that.”  He saw her shake her head, denying the comfort he was trying to give her.  His next words were spoken more forcefully.

“Kathryn, it was not your fault and you must accept that.  Sally badgered you for days to let her go on that away mission.  She was going stir crazy on the ship and you know that.  There was no way possible for us to have foreseen what was down there.”  Kathryn drew in a shuddering breath.

“Do we know…what…”  Chakotay lowered his head a moment and then met her eyes.

“Apparently Sally disturbed some kind of sacred image, a statue of sorts.  There was a forcefield or energy beam built around it.  Scans couldn’t detect it, still can’t, even when we know what to look for.  It appears as if the entire area where they were is some kind of holy place, an area for worship or ceremonies and it was protected this way.  We’ve no way of knowing who or how long ago.”  He saw that this information made no difference to her.  “Kathryn, there was no way to have known of this.  It could have been any one of us…”  Her anger came quickly to the surface as if from nowhere.

“But it wasn’t, was it?  It was a young woman with everything to live for and her unborn baby.  Two innocent lives I sent to the slaughter…”  She was almost out of control and Chakotay grabbed her shoulders and shook her.

“Stop this now Kathryn.  This won’t help anyone and it won’t bring them back.  I know that sounds very harsh but it’s the reality of it.”  He pulled her to him again and let her cry, her tears soaking his uniform.

Chakotay sat and held Kathryn to him for the rest of night as she fell into a fitful sleep, clinging to him now and then.  By morning, he was stiff and sore from the uncomfortable position and tried to stretch himself without waking the woman in his arms.  As he moved, he felt her stir and when he looked into her eyes, he saw the pain still there from the night before.

“I was hoping it was all just a terrible nightmare…”  Her tears were once more close to the surface.  Chakotay just held her, knowing there was nothing else he could do.

The next days on board Voyager were some of the hardest the crew would ever have to live through.  Kathryn had gone almost immediately to see Joe Feeney, Chakotay with her and the young man had formally thanked them both for coming.  He also apologised to his Captain for his words of the previous day, assuring her that they had been spoken in shock and grief. 

“I don’t blame you Captain.  I just needed to lash out and you were the nearest…  I apologize for what I said…”   Kathryn moved to him and slipped her arm around his shoulders.  If she noticed that he stiffened slightly, she didn’t let on but Chakotay noticed immediately.

“Joe, you had every right to feel as you did, say what you said and I’m so sorry.  If there’s anything…  We’re all here for you, you know that.”  The young man nodded his head and thanked them both again for coming.  When Kathryn and Chakotay left his quarters and the doors closed behind them, Joe Feeney’s face twisted in a cruel, almost evil fashion.  His words were whispered but the malice in them was unmistakable.

“Bitch, you evil murdering bitch.  You’ll get yours, just wait and see.  I’ll make you suffer and you, evil Maquis bastard who brought us here to that murdering whore, you’ll suffer the way I have.  I’ll make sure you both know what you put me through.”  Putting his pain and grief on hold, Joe Feeney sat and drawing on his hate and need for revenge, planned out exactly how he would make them all pay.

The following day was the funeral service for Sally Grainger and her baby, a boy they had learned.  Joe Feeney spoke heartbreakingly about the love he would always have for the woman who had shared his life and for the son they had both desperately wanted.  Kathryn kept her head down during his entire eulogy and Chakotay saw the man look to her many times, something nagging at him.

At the gathering after the bodies had been jettisoned into space, Kathryn had spoken again with Joe Feeney then made her excuses and left.  Chakotay found himself watching the young man closely and was surprised when he saw him make his way over.

“Commander, you’re watching me very closely.  Thank you for your concern but I assure you I’m not going to do anything stupid.  I mean that is why you’ve been watching so closely, isn’t it?”  Chakotay smiled softly.

“I’m sorry Joe.  There is an element of that, I admit it.  I guess I also…  well you were with me before Voyager and I suppose I always feel a bit more protective…”  Joe Feeney smiled sadly.

“It’s OK.  I guess if it were one of the others, I’d do the same.  Look, it’s bloody hard now but in time…  I’ll be all right…  and I have good friends here, family really…”  He looked down at the glass in his hand, hiding his eyes.  Chakotay’s hand fell onto his arm.

“If you want to talk, you know where I am.  That goes for the Captain as well.  Actually, it goes for everyone on board.  We all just want to be here for you during this time…”  The young man looked up, his expression neutral.

“I know that Commander and thanks but I’ll be fine.  You’ve nothing to worry about.  I just want to work now, occupy my mind,  keep busy.  I know the Doctor suggested I take a few days off but I’d prefer to be doing something.  Besides, being in our…my quarters for too long…”  Chakotay saw the sadness in the younger man’s eyes.

“If you want to change quarters…”  Joe Feeney shook his head.

“No… at least not yet.  I’m not ready to let go so soon.  I mean, I know it’s painful but it’s also comforting and…”  Chakotay patted his shoulder.

“OK Joe, if you change your mind…”  Just then some other crewmembers came over and Chakotay pulled back.  He knew the man would be more at ease with his own friends but something still nagged at him and it bothered him that he couldn’t put a finger on what it was.  Eventually he finished his drink and went after Kathryn, knowing she’d need company tonight, need his support and comfort.

Over the next week or two, Kathryn rarely left the bridge or her ready room and only occasionally visited the messhall.  Chakotay and the other senior staff all saw the guilt and pain she felt from recent events but also knew that time would heal.  On a few occasions when Chakotay was with her in the corridors, they bumped into Joe Feeney and the young man was always extremely polite if somewhat subdued but something about his behaviour still nagged at the First Officer.  He didn’t mention anything to Kathryn, seeing how relieved she was that Joe seemed to be accepting things and slowly moving on and knowing it helped her own feelings of guilt as she witnessed this.  As time passed however, he dismissed these feelings and concentrated on bringing Kathryn out of her self imposed sackcloth and ashes.

Slowly over the following weeks, life returned to it’s usual routine aboard Voyager but inside, Joe Feeney’s rage and hatred simmered away, growing by the day, unseen by even his closest friends.  He made no secret of the fact that he now spent most of his free time on the holodeck and openly spoke of the survival skills programs he ran.

Chakotay casually asked him about them one day in the messhall and Joe Feeney had a ready answer for his former Captain, claiming some old Japanese belief of something he had read about called Wa or balance, which he claimed helped him a lot.  He explained about the theory of balancing mind and body, that when the mind was weary, in trouble or in turmoil, you exercised the body to achieve this Wa and vice versa.  Chakotay being the spiritual man he was, accepted all this and was happy to see Joe seek a positive outlet for his grief.  Not for one second did he suspect what the man was up to, especially when the offer was made to see the program and even share it.

Joe Feeney made his way back to his quarters after his little chat with Voyager’s First Officer.  He knew he had to be very careful now, especially around the Captain and Chakotay.  He spoke to Sally frequently, always in a whisper, as if she were in the room with him.  “It won’t be long now Sally.  It’s all coming together very nicely.  That whore won’t know what’s hit her, quite literally.”  His laughter rang out around the small cabin and he quickly caught himself.

“Sally, you should see them all.  They’re all more worried about how that bitch is than about me, ‘the poor Captain this and the poor Captain that’, ‘it’s terrible what she’s going through’.  They all forget so quickly, going on with their small lives, not once thinking of us but when I’m through, they’ll remember then, oh they’ll remember every scream from that whore’s mouth and I’ll make her scream all right.  She’ll plead for her miserable life at first but by the end she’ll pray to die and she will, but slowly and in agony and we’ll both watch and laugh and that bastard Chakotay will see it all.  I watch him, sniffing around after her, clucking like a mother hen when all he wants is to fuck her and I know she’s only too willing to spread her legs for him but when I’m finished with her, he won’t ever want her again.  She uses him all the time, I see it but he can’t so he deserves to suffer.  He brought us to her, deserted us to join her because he’s weak and she knows that.  She controls him by opening her legs and he falls for it, probably does it for half the crew.  She doesn’t fool us through, does she love?”  He sat at the small table in his quarters, working on his plan.  “Soon love, very soon.  I watch her all the time.  I’ll know her schedule better than she does soon.  She put on the appearance of being sorry for a while but I see her slowly letting that go.  I saw through her act when the others didn’t.  Soon Sally, real soon.”  He concentrated on the padd in his hand, putting the finishing touches to his revenge.

That night, Chakotay finally persuaded Kathryn to join him at Sandrines for a drink and some pool.  It had taken him over half an hour of cajoling and finally begging, before she had agreed and finally he had received a light punch on the shoulder and the first smile he’d seen in ages.

The crew were delighted to see their Captain out and about again.  Joe Feeney sat in the corner watching her entrance, hiding his interest as his friends laughed and joked with him, trying to bring him back to them.  He put on a good act for them all, knowing he needed to avoid arousing any suspicion if his plan was to work.  He sat for most of the evening, talking and smiling with everyone, always keeping one eye on the object of his hate.  He saw her chatting and mixing with everyone, smiling more as the night wore on and finally laughing out loud at some joke made by Tom Paris.  He saw Chakotay’s happiness at seeing her relax and enjoy herself and his blood boiled.  He watched as his Captain played pool with some of the crew, winning many games and saw the way her First Officer couldn’t take his eyes off her.  Finally he could stand it no more and he took his leave, citing tiredness and an early shift as his excuse.  As he passed the pool table, Kathryn turned to see him and smiled softly at him.

“Joe, how are you?  It’s good to see you here.”  He put on his best act and returned the smile.

“I’m fine Captain, thanks for asking.  I’m doing much better.  My friends make sure I get out like this and they’re a great help, wonderful source of comfort.  Time heals as they say.”  He watched her face closely and saw that she appeared somewhat uncomfortable.  He decided to put her out of her misery for the moment and ended the conversation.  “Well, if you’ll excuse me, I’m tired and I have an early shift in the morning.  I like to keep busy…”  He saw relief tinge her face and wished her a goodnight then left.  All the way back to his quarters, he seethed to himself, cursing the bitch who had ruined his life, promising payback to himself and the woman and child who had been taken from him.

Kathryn gradually returned to her old self, although thoughts of Sally Grainger and her son were never far from her mind.  She resumed her life, visiting Sandrines with Chakotay and the others, taking part in her own holodeck programs during her off duty hours and generally picking up her life from where it had been before that day.  Joe Feeney watched every move she made, making meticulous notes on her movements and habits, never missing a thing.  Before he knew it, three months had passed and the events of Sally’s death appeared to be just another fact of life in the Delta Quadrant for the crew, at least to Joe Feeney’s eyes.  He saw that they all assumed he had moved on and so he bided his time, his plan in place now.  He waited for the right moment to make his move and that moment was not long in coming, but it would change Voyager and her Captain and crew forever.

“You have the bridge Commander.  Take good care of my ship while I’m off duty.”  Kathryn smiled at her First Officer as he took over from her.

“Aye Aye Captain.  She’s in good hands.”  He glanced over at Tuvok and saw the Vulcan raise his eyebrow, reading it as ‘she does this every time as if we’re not capable’.

“Kathryn, go and relax.  Enjoy your time off.  Go play with your holocharacters.  Nothing is going to happen.”  Chakotay whispered to her and Voyager’s Captain sighed and rolled her eyes but left without another word.  Neither of them could ever have anticipated that this time it would be Chakotay’s words which would come back to haunt them.

Kathryn left her quarters, tying the fabric belt of the light summer dress she wore and made her way to Holodeck 2.   She glanced down at the low heeled sandals she wore, hoping they wouldn’t cut her feet as she tramped through the cornfields of Indiana, and smiled to herself thinking of the program Chakotay had presented her with as a way to have a little bit of home to visit.  She entered the holodeck and ordered the computer to run the program, waiting for the fields and sunshine of Earth to appear around her.

Kathryn closed her eyes and turned her face upwards, anticipating the feel of the warm sunshine on her skin and the sound of birds and crickets.  Suddenly she felt a chill all over and opened her eyes quickly, only to find herself in deep woodland, the light barely making it’s way through the dense trees.  She hugged her arms and was just about to call to the computer, thinking a glitch of some kind had occurred, when Joe Feeney appeared before her.

“Joe, I’m sorry.  Have I got my time wrong?  I thought…”  She saw the man before her smile, something unreadable in his eyes.

“This is my program Captain.”  He moved a little closer and Kathryn felt the stirrings of fright, knowing instantly that something was very wrong.

“Joe, if we’ve crossed times or something or our programs are mixed up…”  He tilted his head to one side, eyeing her up and down.

“Oh there’s been no mistake Captain.  You’re exactly where you’re supposed to be.”  He smiled again as he saw Kathryn’s fear show on her face.  “As soon as you entered the holodeck and went to activate your program, mine kicked in.  Do you like it?  I call it ‘Feeney’s Revenge’.”  He swung his arm, indicating their surroundings and laughed when he saw Kathryn trying to work out what was happening and then her fear again as he drew his phaser and pointed it at her.

“Oh and don’t bother trying your comm badge cause I’ve disabled it.  You’ll find that the doors are sealed too, no way in unless I say so.  In fact, you’ll find that I control everything now, I’ve thought of it all.”  He watched laughing, as Kathryn tried her comm badge anyway, only static meeting their ears.  “Told you so.”  He roared with laughter.

“Have you got it yet bitch?  I’m in total control here and the name of the game is revenge.  You and that Maquis bastard murdered my woman and son and now it’s payback time.  Oh, I don’t blame him as much, he was thinking with his prick, but you dear Captain, you always knew what you were doing, playing with us all, with him, with me, with Sally’s life, well now it’s my turn to play with your life and Kathryn, we ARE going to play.”  Kathryn tried frantically to think clearly, wondering how she hadn’t seen this coming.  She moved back a little but her movement panicked him and he stepped towards her quickly and swung his fist across her face, knocking her to the ground.  Kathryn lay sprawled, tasting blood in her mouth and quickly tried to get up, only to feel a boot pressed into her back, keeping her down.

“You do as I say now whore, and I say you stay down.”  He held her down with his foot for several minutes and then Kathryn felt the boot removed and a hand twist painfully in her hair, hauling her to her feet.  Just as quickly, she felt the back of her legs kicked and she fell to her knees, the hand in her hair keeping her upright. 

“Not too used to being on your knees, are you whore, oh except when some poor guy’s prick is in your mouth and you’re sucking him off to get what you want.”  His hand twisted again and Kathryn cried out, despite herself.  “Stay there until I say otherwise.  Now let’s get that lap dog of yours in on this.”  He gave a few commands to the computer and waited.

Chakotay was sitting on the bridge, laughing at one of Tom’s stories of his days in Marseille, when Tuvok cut in on them.

“Commander, there’s a transmission…”  Chakotay stopped laughing and turned to the Tactical Officer, a smile still on his face.  He saw the Vulcan frown as he tied down the location of the signal.

“The message is originating from Holodeck 2…”  Chakotay stood up.

“That’s the Captain checking on us.”  He smiled again and then frowned.  “Wait a minute.  Why didn’t she just use her comm badge….”  He watched Tuvok work his console and finally look up.

“It’s from Ensign Joe Feeney, audio and visual and it’s directed to every terminal on board but mainly for your attention Commander.”  Chakotay suddenly felt fear stir in his gut, the nagging feeling of weeks ago hitting him.  “Put him through.”  He crossed to a terminal just as Feeney’s face appeared.

“Commander, good to see you.”  Chakotay tried to keep his voice even.

“Joe, what can I do for you?  What is all this?”  Feeney just laughed, his eyes wild.

“This…this is my time to collect.”  Chakotay frowned and Feeney shook his head, still laughing.  “I’ll tell you Chakotay, I was here on the holodeck when along came this scum…”  The image which until now had just shown the man’s face, widened to show Kathryn on her knees, Feeney’s hand still in her hair and his phaser now pressed to her temple.  Blood trickled from her split lip.  Chakotay cried out and heard the shocked gasps from the others on the bridge.

“I take it I have your attention now…”  Chakotay felt his rage building.

“Feeney, if you hurt her…”  The Ensign’s voice cut him off and the hate in it wasn’t missed by anyone.

“Allow me to show you how it all went down…oh and how she went down too onto her knees but I except she’s done that for you quite a few times, hasn’t she?”  The image on the terminal changed and replayed for the entire ship what had happened from the moment Kathryn entered the holodeck up to the time Feeney contacted the bridge.  When the image came back to Joe Feeney and Kathryn, Chakotay was ready to kill him.

“Wasn’t that fun?  Hear me now.  I’ll hurt her all I want and believe me, she will hurt for some time yet and then I’ll kill her.  She may have killed Sally and my son quickly but her death is going to be long and slow and extremely painful and you, the traitor who betrayed us all to this murdering bitch will watch it all.”  Chakotay’s knuckles were white with the grip he had on the edge of the console.

“She didn’t kill anyone and you know it.  Feeney, just let us help you, talk to you…”  Feeney’s answer was to smash his phaser into the side of Kathryn’s head and everyone heard her cry out.  Another trickle of blood made it’s way down the side of her face.

“You’re not listening.  I control everything.  Do you think you can bring them back?  You and the whore here took my woman and son.  You took my woman so I’m taking yours.  As I say though, it won’t be as quick for her and you’ll watch and hear every last scream of agony from her.  I had to see the life drained from Sally’s body, see her lifeless eyes, know our son was dead inside her, so I’m going to make you and her suffer too.  Now listen carefully and I’ll lay down the rules and I’ll only say all of this once”  Chakotay was aware of the turbolift door opening and B’Elanna coming to stand beside him, her hand gripping his tightly.

“OK I’ll explain how the fun and games are going to enfold and what you’re going to do.  I’m going to let her go in a few minutes, after I’ve handicapped her of course and then the chase will begin.  I’ll give her a head start and then I’ll come after her.  I’ll catch her a few times and she’ll be punished and then I’ll let her go and we’ll start all over again.  Know this Chakotay, I’m going to hurt her so bad, she’ll beg for her life but in the end, she’s going to plead with me to finish her off.  I’ll beat the shit out of her, hurt her bad and maybe have a bit of fun along the way.”  He trailed the phaser down the front of Kathryn’s chest, making his message easily understood.

“This entire crew will watch what I do to this whore, every second of it.  You’ll all hear her screams as I torture her and slowly kill her.  You’ll all watch her die, see the last breath leave her miserable body, watch her life drain away with her blood.  All that fight and spirit you all admire so much in her, I’m going to beat it out of her.  None of you gave a shit about Sally or our son.  You were all far more worried about this bitch.”  He pulled Kathryn’s head back and her hands came up to try and lessen the strain and Feeney hit her again with the phaser on the side of the face, causing her to cry out again.  He screamed into her ear.

“Don’t try that again or I’ll really hurt you.”  He shook her violently and then spoke to the imager again. 

“Right, it goes like this.  I have imagers all over this holodeck which will record and show everything that happens here, cause I’d hate you to miss anything.  You will all watch, especially you Chakotay, you Maquis bastard.  You deserve to suffer for bringing us all here and handing us over to this whore, becoming her sex toy and selling us all out.  The others may have bought what you sold them but I didn’t.”  Chakotay closed his eyes a second, not believing this was happening and cursing himself for not seeing it.

“Listen up people, the rules.  I’ve told you how it unfolds but there is a chance to get her out of here before she dies and B’Elanna, I hope you’re listening because your skills will be needed even though they’ll probably fail.  You’d like to talk to her before she dies, wouldn’t you Chakotay.  However, she WILL die, and her death will come at my hands.”  Chakotay glanced at the Engineer beside him and saw tears in her eyes.

“There is an encrypted code locking the door to this holodeck which will enable you to gain entry.  Any attempt to open it or gain access to us in any other way like transporting in and out, will result in an explosion being triggered, which in turn will blow this ship apart into tiny little pieces.  The code is a number sequence and all throughout this little game of ours, I will give you one number at a time, some single digit, some double.  Some will be spoken and others will be indicated to you silently.  I’m doing this so that you Chakotay, will have to watch every second of what I’m going to do to your beloved Captain.  Oh and in case you were thinking of having anyone else watch for you, some of the clues will be given in a way that only you will understand.  You can pass them on to our Klingon friend and she can work out the rest.  Any attempt to break the code any other way and the same big bang will occur.  Oh and I can talk to you but there’s no way you’ll be able to speak to me after this.  I won’t hear you and in case you haven’t already noticed, the safeties are off.  Now is everything clear?”  He glared at the imager and Chakotay felt a wave of hate and revulsion go through him.

“Feeney, don’t do this, for God’s sake.  Sally would never want this…”  The mention of the young woman’s name only enraged Feeney more.

“Don’t you dare speak her name.  She was a hundred times better than any of you…”  Chakotay tried his best to calm the deranged man.

“OK, OK.  Let’s just stay calm now.  We just…”  Feeney was too far gone.

“Don’t try any of that counselling or negotiating shit on me.  I’m in control here.  Now let’s not waste any more time and start this thing.”  With that, he gave another series of commands to the computer and the image on the console showed a wider view.  Chakotay noticed a small control pad attached to the man’s belt.

“Remember Maquis, all the clues will be here.  Stay closely tuned or you could miss one.”  What followed almost sent Chakotay to his own knees, only for the fact that B’Elanna was holding him up.  He was forced to watch and listen as Feeney beat Kathryn repeatedly and screamed obscene abuse at her.  In the middle of it he stopped and held up three fingers and smiled then resumed his vicious assault on the woman on the ground before him.  Only when he seemed to tire, did he stop and then he dragged Kathryn to her feet, even though she was barely able to stand.  He forced her hands to her face, wiping the blood there on them. 

“Look at your Captain the way she really is, all this blood on her hands.  Well it’s about time, except in this case it’s her own blood instead of the blood of the hundreds she’s already murdered.”  He spun Kathryn and faced her towards the woods.

“Two minutes whore, that’s all you’ve got.  Run for your life and then I’ll come after you.  Just be careful out there now as there are traps all over the place.”  He pushed Kathryn towards the trees and she stumbled, falling to her knees again.

“Can’t stay off your knees, can you whore, well maybe later.”  He roared with laughter, his madness showing.  Kathryn managed to get to her feet and make for the trees, disappearing from Chakotay’s view.  Feeney’s face filled the screen now.

“You trained me well, Commander.  Thank you.”  Chakotay lowered his head, pain filling him that he was responsible for all this.  When he looked up, he saw that the screen had been split, one side showing Feeney making his way into the woods, the other showing Kathryn, desperately running for her life.  He looked away and saw B’Elanna working at the terminal next to him, her fingers flying over the console, working out any way she could to rescue her Captain and friend.