Disclaimer Thing-a-ma-bob: All the characters, the ship, and other Trekkie-doo related items belong to the all powerful Paramount ::bows to the Trek Gods:: I am not worthy!! Do not hurt me!!Note from Ana:) : This came to me during a painfully boring Geometry class, and took weeks to finish. What started as a good idea turned into WAY longer than I thought. I dedicate this to my cabin, The Illustrious Cabin 3, aka USS Mallow, and P/T.ALSO: FEEDBACK IS GOOD!!! NEED FEEDBACK!! Should I write a sequel?!This story is rated PG-13 for sexual innuendo (nothing too bad), mild language, and cute witty revenge. It's also VERY P/T. Enjoy!Payback Gamesby Ana:) B'Elanna Torres strode purposefully down the corridor. A grin spread across her face at the thought of what she about to do. This would show him. Not that she was going to do anything *too* terrible, hell, he would probably enjoy it. But it was the principle of the thing. She had waited too long, almost 3 days for the right time, and she had her revenge coming. He would get his. This was gonna be good. The very thought of the look on his face when he woke up made her pick up her pace, determined to one-up him again. She rounded the next corner grinning like and idiot... and slammed right into Chakotay. She recovered quickly, but he didn't. He fell right over, flat into the arms of the woman who had been walking next to him, Captain Janeway. B'Elanna had been grinning before, but this was too much. She burst out laughing, right there in the corridor. Her laughter was so much that she had to steady herself against the wall. Watching her laugh was too much for the Captain, and, looking down at a helpless Chakotay dangling in her arms, she cracked up too. Unfortunately for Chakotay, the Captain's laughter was causing him to slip. Before B'Elanna could help, he slid from the Captain's arms, hitting the floor with a resounding thud. This was cause for another fit of laughter, only added to by the sound of Chakotay's ensuing groan. When they all calmed enough to speak, and Chakotay was again on his feet, the Captain addressed B'Elanna. 'Well,' she said, sighing heavily, 'you sure caught us off guard.' 'I'm sorry, Captain, I was hurrying,' B'Elanna apologized. 'I noticed,' said Chakotay, rubbing his neck from his fall. 'Where are you headed at this time of night?' 'Well....' B'Elanna half-blushed. 'I was sort of headed to...' She paused, trying in vain to come up with a good enough excuse. 'B'Elanna, you wouldn't be headed towards Tom's quarters, would you?' The Captain pried, trying very hard to cover a sudden grin. B'Elanna knew that no lie would cover up her intentions now. And it really wouldn't help that she was blushing near purple. 'Maybe,' she replied. With that, Chakotay noticed something he hadn't earlier. Bending down, he picked up a medium sizes black bag, B'Elanna's bag, that she had been carrying before the collision and had dropped while laughing. He held it up. 'What's in here?' he asked good naturedly. 'Um, it's uh, it's just a...a.. present. Yeah, just a gift for Tom.' she replied hastily. Before he could say anything else, the Captain cut him off. 'Well then, B'Elanna, if you don't mind we have to finish some business. Have a nice night.' 'Yes, good night B'Elanna.' Chakotay handed her the bag, quickly because he sensed the Captain might poke him. 'Thank you Captain, good night.' *Thank you very much Captain, wow do I owe her now* she thought with relief. She hurried on to Tom's quarters, careful to avoid further crew confrontations. When B'Elanna reached the door to Tom's quarters, she looked around, making sure no one else was in the corridor. She felt like a criminal. Satisfied that she was alone, she keyed the door lock. B'Elanna grinned. Tom had long ago given all his codes to her, and changed all his voice prints to respond to B'Elanna's as well, to make the details of their relationship flow more smoothly. The door slid soundlessly open. Taking one last look around, she smiled and slipped inside. Inside his quarters, the lights were off, he was asleep, and she had to work fast. Quietly, she opened the closet and found the small medkit that Tom kept there. *At least it's still here* she thought. She cracked it open and held up two hyposprays, one was a sedative and the other would counteract it. Stealing quickly into the bedroom, she put the sedative to Tom's neck and dosed him. If he hadn't been sleeping quietly before, he was now. This would give her the advantage she needed, time to complete her plan. Looking down into his face, she could have died from the perfect expression he had on. He was so peaceful when he slept, she could just stare at him for hours. In fact, she often did. But she had waited too long for this chance, and was not giving it up. Tearing her eyes away from his serenely angelic face, she returned to her bag. Opening it, she drew out four silk scarves, the ones she had replicated for tonight. Walking back to Tom, she gently moved him. *Thank God for sedatives* She took his right arm and, with the first scarf, secured his wrist to the corner of the bed. She did the same with his left wrist. Next, she tied down his ankles to the opposite corners, fastening them tightly. She made sure he wouldn't get out of them so easily. Going back to her bag, she took out ten lavender scented candles and placed them around the room. Then she got some matches and lit the candles. Grinning, she picked up the now light bag and headed for the bathroom to change. Tom woke up gradually, feeling a hypospray against his neck. When he opened his eyes, he blinked a few times because of the light. He slowly realized that it was candle light, all around his bedroom. They were scented, and lavender drifted to his senses. His eyes focused more, and he realized someone else was in the room. It was B'Elanna. The very sight of her made his gasp. She was wearing the 'bathrobe' he had given her as a present. It was only technically a bathrobe. It was silk, dark purple, and was very short. Tom went to move, and he realized something was wrong. *Oh my God, she's tied me to the bed.* This took a moment to sink in, and he thought *Wait a minute, she's tied me to the bed...* This final realization made him grin. B'Elanna smiled, knowing it had just sunk in. 'So,' he tried to sound casual, 'is this my payback for the other night?' 'That's right,' she replied, stepping slowly over to him to whisper in a in his ear in a voice that made him groan. 'And this time, I'm in charge.'********************************************************************************************* Tom woke up the next morning to the sound of the computer alarm. Turning it off, he realized three things. He was alone, the candles were gone, and he was still tied to the bed. Pulling on them revealed that they had been loosened, however, so he could get up easily. Movement made him wince though, as some of the, ahem, injuries from the night before started to sting. Looking to his left, he saw that B'Elanna was kind enough to leave a dermal regenerator next to his bed. *How sweet. I'd better not undo any of the bites, though, God knows what she'd do to me then* He smiled. That had been fun. She was almost too good to him. He stood up to go take a shower. When he returned, something else dawned on him. She had left the scarves! This meant that he could use them again... He smiled. These payback games really were going to kill him. 'Oh well,' he sighed, and set to work planning tomorrow night.