Burning Passion

Hello.

I'm completely new to this category so please be gentle ^^; As I am also new to the show...actually I only originally loved Star Trek: Next Generation, and Deep Space Nine. However, an episode today on Spike TV got me into it cause I'm a huge fan girl of the m/m ^^; not to mention the f/f, but m/m is more my think haha.

Anyway, after watching episode Three from Season Three called: The Chute, I found that Tom and Harry were soooo utterly cute together and the fact I only saw ONE story about them here...well I thought I needed to change that because they are just too perfect! Especially after that episode! So, I am taking it upon myself to write one just to satisfy my need of them being together haha. I know, great logic eh?

Some of the beginning of this chapter is exactly like what happened; but after that, it gets changed around to *my* version. I would like to warn you guys there might also be some Out-of-Character moments for two reasons. One: Those 'clamp's that are implanted in the back of their heads in this episode, make them a bit more aggravated. And two: I only saw that one episode...well with them in it anyway. I saw like two more episodes after that but not with those two in it. Sooo you must forgive my OOC for them.

So I hope you guys enjoy this!!!


Chapter One: Trapped in Hell
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He found himself falling into darkness. He wasn't sure how long he had been falling, but he was more then happy to finally be on solid ground. Even if he had actually 'crashed' into it; none the less, it was a relief to be on something soild. However, it was noiser then he thought it would have been and before he knew it, he was pulled up onto his feet and was met with what seemed to be an angry mob of some sort.

Harry Kim's eyes widened and looked around a bit in confusion and somewhat scared. He couldn't remember how he had gotten there and he couldn't understand what was going on; although being pushed into one person's arms and then into another in a circle, could make anyone confused. What didn't help was the fact after being passed around like a ball, he was then punched and hit. He couldn't even defend himself.

Harry had tried once but only was able to land one punch to one of the men, before ending up on the ground and beaten upon. He was then back on his feet and pushed again, along with getting a pretty good beating. He felt himself stop and look up. Joy over filled him as he looked up into the face that of his best friend; Tom Paris.

"Tom..." Harry said a little above a whisper; joy clear in his voice.

Tom looked down at his friend, a faint smile on his lips. He was glad that he was stuck in this hell hole with Harry. He wouldn't want to be stuck with anyone else BUT his best friend. Tom looked over his friend's head to see he was being stared at by the rest. It looked as if they were expecting him to do something; to join in on 'welcoming' the new prisioner into 'Hell'.

He had learned the moment he had fallen down the chute that if you showed any weakess you would be killed. He had already witnest someone be killed already; in the short time he had been there. He looked down at his friend who still looked up at him with those dark eyes of his. Tom took in a breath before slamming his fist into his best friend's stomach.

The look on his best friend's face would forever be engraved in his memory. He dropped Harry on the ground, who crimpled up onto the floor coughing. Maybe he didn't have to punch that hard, but it was the only way to not be considered soft. He watched with un-emotional eyes as a few more men jumped his best friend, giving him a good beating.

"Stop!"

Everyone stopped and turned around to see one of the 'tougher' inmates come closer.

"This one's mine; no one else touches him."

He strolled up to Harry who was trying to shake off all the hits. The new man gave Harry a good kick to flip him onto his side before grabbing the disoriented man's leg and started to drag him back to his place.

This point was when Tom felt he needed to step in.

"Let him go, he's *mine*." Tom said, stepping into the man's path.

"Out of my way. I've already claimed this one." the man said.

"This man was part of my crew!" Tom said.

He walked into the crowd, as if pleding his case infront of a jury; or as if he was in a play as an actor.

"He betrayed me to the judge! We were partners in bombing an improtant ship and this man," Tom said, his voice raising as he pointed at the disoriented Harry "He ratted me out!"

Tom went back to the man and was close to growling; getting into his role a bit too much it would seem.

"I don't care. I claim this one." the man said, about to move past Tom, with Harry's leg still in his grip.

Tom pulled out a make-shift knief and held the man by his throat. The man hesitated for a second before letting go of the leg.

"You can have him." the man gritted out.

Tom, being satisfied with the answer, pushed the man away before bending down and picking up his friend; who gladly clung to his friend's side. As Tom helped his friend lean on him, he heard the man speak.

"Don't think this is over. He will be mine." he snarled before watching the two rush off.

Harry was more then happy that he got away from those guys. It was a good thing Tom was there or he would have been at the mercy of that guy; and who knew what he wanted to do with him. Harry shuttered at the thought.

Tom noticed his best friend's discomfort and gave him a smile.

"Sorry about the punch, but you can't show them any weakness in here." Tom said as they reached his 'home', and had Harry sit down on what was his bed.

"You could have been a little less forceful; no matter how much of an act it was." Harry said, wincing a bit to prove his point.

Tom leaned in the door way and looked at his friend in thought. Harry noticed the look but couldn't put his finger on what the look what that look was.

"I'm just glad I ran into you. How long have you been here?" Harry asked.

Tom looked at his best friend for a bit longer before looking up at the ceiling while crossing his arms across his chest.

"A few days now. How did you get here anyway?" Tom asked, turning to look back at his friend.

"Well, once they seperated us, they placed me in a holding cell before placing me infront of a judge. They tried to question me but when they didn't get the answers they were looking for; they told me that both you and myself were being convicted of working with a terriorist group and sentanced on the spot to be sent to this hell hole." Harry said in a monotone voice.

He sighed before leaning back and looking around at the shithole they would have to call 'home' for a while; until they could figure out a way out of it that is.

Tom looked down at his feet in thought for a moment before looking back up and scratching the back of his head while walking up to the bed and sitting down next to his best friend.

"That's what happened to me. The next thing I knew I woke up with that same 'welcome party'." Tom said with a sigh looking up at the ceiling.

"Maybe we could pled our case to the guards, or possibly even the warden? Maybe they would let us call the Voyager." Harry said, trying to find a logical way out of this place.

"You didn't realize it did you? This place has no guards." Tom said, scratching the back of his head still. "Damn this thing, they could have at least made it to not be so annoying."

Harry gave his friend a raised eye brow.

"No guards; and what are you talking about?"

"Yes, no guards. I haven't seen any since I got here; let alone any food. And I'm talking about this," Tom said, tilting the back of his head towards his friend so he could see the small blinking light that was the case of his horrible itch, "I'm sure they are trying to tourment me with just the itch!"

Harry looked closer at it, in awe. His fascination getting the better of him; and causing him to reach up and slightly touch the spot. He didn't notice the stiffness this caused to his friend. Harry's fingers gently brushed over the part of Tom's head that had the device impanted in it.

"Amazing..." Harry whispered.

Tom shook his head, making his friend pull back his hand; a bit suprised at himself for doing what he did. He felt a bit embarressed and coughed a bit; not from the air or anything, but just from the embarressment of it all.

Tom didn't know why, but he felt tingles go down his spine at the touch. What made him a bit aggravated was the fact, whatever those tingles were; they went straight to his groin. He took in a deep breath, calming himself a bit before facing his friend.

"Not really; it itches like Hell, and it seems to make people more aggravated and aggressive." Tom said, sigh.

It was horrible to have the feeling of wanting to jump your best friend and know that only half of the reason was coming from a device implanted in the back of your head. He thought it was a good thing he had been able to control himself so far.

Harry furrowed his eyebrows in thought before reaching to the back of his head. He could feel the same machine that was in Tom's head.

"Well, why not just pull it out." Harry said, his hand grazing over the device.

All of a sudden he found his wrist in a hard grip and hsi best friend's face in his; fear mixed with anger covering his face.

"Don't! I saw someone try to do that and had his head explode!" Tom said, his voice filled with urgency and a hint of fear.

The two stayed like that for a moment. If anyone where to look in on them right now; their position would have been considered a bit 'suggestive' as to what they were doing. Especially since they were both on the bed and it seemed as if Tom was pinning Harry against the wall with just one hand.

They stared into each other's eyes for a moment; Harry looking into Tom's eyes with confusion, while Tom had a look that Harry just couldn't put his finger on. It seemed like he was trying to control himself; but for what? What did Tom need to control with him? He surly couldn't be mad at the suggestion, could he?

Tom stared at his friend for a moment longer before clearning his throat and letting go of his friend's wrist.

"Sorry...." he said before making a sigh and leaning back against the wall behind them and scratching his head. "this thing is just so damn itchy and its driving me crazy."

Harry gave his friend a hard look before sighing.

"Well, what now?"

"I don't know..." Tom said, staring out of the small door way into where the chaos was.

All of a sudden an alarm began to sound through out the entire place. They both looked at each other before standing up and heading towards the entrance.

"What's going on?" Harry asked.

"Could be another new inmate." Tom suggeted.

Everyone gathered around the chute and instead of a new prisioner; food came flying down it. The in-mates jumped towards the food; scooping up all they could and killing anyone who got in their way. Harry and Tom stood in shock and disgust at the display as the inmate that had tried to take Harry, slit another in-mate's throat for a small piece of bread.

The man strolled by the two; giving a look to Harry who shuttered at the look. Tom put an arm around Harry's waist and gave the man a glare that said: 'Back off he's mine.' He pulled his best friend closer to his side while the man walked by.

"I don't think he was going to eat this; do you?" the man said while laughing.

Harry looked up at his best friend with a look of confusion. He didn't know why, but the feeling of his best friend's hand around his waist felt...natural. He shook his head at the thought.

Tom kept his glare on the man until he vanished from his sight. He let out a relieved sigh before turning to look at his best friend; finding he was looking up at him with a confused look.

"Why did you put your arm around my waist, Tom?" Harry asked, giving his friend a critical look.

Tom blinked down at his friend and then looked to his friend's waist where *his* hand was resting oh so possessivly on. His eyes widened before he moved his hand and had it on the back of his head scratching it.

"Sorry, I don't know what came over me." Tom said, with a slight nervous laugh.

Harry furrowed his eye brows. He just couldn't understand what was wrong with his friend. He had been acting weird the moment he had fallen into this Hell. He couldn't ponder it any further as Tom moved to the man that was just cut and checked to see if he was still alive. Harry kneeled next to his friend and looked at it in disgust.

"I think I lost the urge to eat..." Harry said.

"Yeah, me too." Tom said while looking at the 'animals' running around trying to find something good to eat.

"We need to get out of here." Tom said before standing up.

"Yeah, and soon." Harry agreed, standing next to his best friend.


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Well...originally I wasn't going to make this into a mulit-chapter story, but it started to get late and I got work tomorrow like at 6am....its 11:30 pm now haha; so I need to get some rest and maybe I'll get at least four chapters out of this. If you guys liked this please please PLEASE review.

I know I am horrible with the spelling too; but I don't have Microsoft Word anymore ^^; Soo you'll have to bare with me on that.

Anyway, I hope you guys liked this and please read and review ^^.

Later!!!