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"Perils of a Matchmaker" [PG-13] 1/4





"PERILS OF A MATCHMAKER"
CODE: P/T, B/N, Kim
RATING: [PG-13]
SUMMARY: Tom Paris helps Pablo Baytart win the affections of Sue Nicoletti and endangers his own pursuit of the Chief Engineer in the process. Set during late Season 3.
FEEDBACK: claudia_trent@yahoo.com - Be my guest. But please, be kind.
DISCLAIMER: Tom, B'Elanna and all other characters related to Star Trek Voyager belong to Paramount, Viacom and the usual Trek Powers to Be.



Part 1

Tom Paris heard footsteps behind him as he walked along the corridor of Deck Six. "Lieutenant! Lieutenant Paris!" a voice cried out. "Lieutenant, may I speak to you?" The voice belonged to Ensign Pablo Baytart, one of the pilots under the Chief Helmsman's command.

"Can I help you, Pablo?" Tom paused to face the younger man.

Breathing heavily, Baytart replied, "Yeah, I . . ." He paused momentarily. "I need to speak with you. About a private matter."

Private matter meant Baytart wanted to conduct this conversation somewhere other than in the middle of the corridor. Tom nodded. "I'm heading for Holodeck One. For the resort. Why don't you join me?"

"Well, I . . ." Hesitation loomed in Baytart's eyes. "Can we go somewhere a little more private?"

Tom sighed and promised to initiate the privacy lock on the holodeck. The two pilots reached Holodeck One and entered. Although Neelix's resort program was running, no one seemed to be inside. Much to Baytart's obvious relief. After Tom ordered the computer to initiate the lock, he turned to the junior pilot. "Okay Pablo, we're alone. Now what's the problem?"

It all came tumbling out of Baytart's mouth. In a nutshell, the young pilot was in love with Lieutenant Sue Nicoletti, from Engineering. And he required Tom's help to play matchmaker. The older man gave Baytart a blank look. "Matchmaker? Why me?"

"I . . . uh . . ." Baytart blushed. "Well, I heard how you helped Culhane with Jenna Carlson in Exobiology, a couple of months ago. And I wondered if you could . . ." The pilot's face now turned deep red. "You see, it's Sue. I heard she can be difficult to pursue."

The understatement of the century, Tom thought wryly. He recalled his own six-month long efforts to pursue Sue Nicoletti, last year. Efforts that eventually ended in failure. Not that Tom felt any bitterness over the matter, despite the "cold hands, cold heart" comment he once made to Harry Kim about the engineer. He had never felt anything more than lust for the auburn-haired Sue. Something he wished he could say about his present goal - namely Sue's commanding officer - a certain half-Klingon, half-Human chief engineer. Images of the recent events on Sakari IV flashed through Tom's mind. Along with memories of a conversation inside a turbolift. "Careful of what you wish for, Lieutenant." With a sigh, Tom realized he may have taken on a more impossible goal.

"Lieutenant?" Baytart's voice interrupted Tom's thoughts.

The older man shook his head. "Sorry. My mind was elsewhere. Uh, as for the elusive Lieutenant Nicoletti, I'll see what I can do."

A bright smile lit up Pablo's face. "Thanks, Lieutenant."

"Don't get too excited, Pablo. This is Sue Nicoletti we're dealing with." Cold hands, cold heart. "It might take a while before we achieve success."

Still smiling, Pablo stood up. "I'm sure you'll get the job done, Lieutenant. I'll see you later. And again, thanks." He left the holodeck.

"Yeah, sure," Tom murmured under his breath. He realized, to his regret, that he might have to put his pursuit of B'Elanna Torres on hold.

* * * *

Sable eyes watched the doors to Engineering slide open. Watched a sandy blond-haired figure in Command black-and-red, stroll inside. Those same eyes quickly glanced away the moment Voyager's Chief Pilot walked toward the Chief Engineer's private office. B'Elanna Torres's heart began to beat rapidly.

Breathe Torres. Calm down. Tom Paris is no one to get excited over. What happened on Sakari IV had been a mere fluke. An unfortunate incident caused by a chemical imbalance forced upon her by a Vulcan in . . .

"Hey B'Elanna." Tom Paris's soft, masculine voice filled her ears. The same voice that told her over two months ago that he would like to see more of her Klingon side. Tom entered her office, his scent pervading her senses. B'Elanna struggled not to breathe deeply. He tossed a PADD on her desk. "The navigation reports. Just as you had requested."

B'Elanna snatched the PADD from the desk. "Thanks," she said, giving Tom a curt nod. She did not even bother to look at him. The last thing she wanted was to look deeply into the pilot's blue eyes. Unfortunately for B'Elanna, once she received the report, Tom refused to move. Another sigh left her mouth. He possessed a stubborn streak that rivaled any Klingon's. "Is there something else you wanted, Paris?" She glanced up and frowned. It helped that her eyes focused upon his forehead.

"Paris?" One of Tom's sandy brows quirked upward. "I thought we had put surnames behind us a long time ago." Over a year, to be exact.

B'Elanna growled. "What do you want, Tom?"

A slow smile curled the pilot's lips. B'Elanna forced herself to ignore the electric currents shooting up her spine. "Well, I was thinking of holding this party," Tom replied, "and I thought you would like . . ."

"I'll be busy," B'Elanna shot back, interrupting him.

Tom frowned. "Oh? When? I don't recall mentioning a specific date."

Idiot! B'Elanna mentally castigated herself. She should have kept her mouth shut, until he finished. Now, how in the hell was she going to get out of this mess?

B'Elanna eventually asked herself why she would want to avoid an evening with Tom. She could no longer deny her interest in the pilot. At least, privately. Publicly admitting her interest seemed another matter. A little voice inside her mind - one that she labeled "FEAR" - told her that it would be a matter of time before Tom Paris grew weary of her Klingon side. And that in the end, he would reject her.

Heaving a sigh, B'Elanna deliberately examined the PADD in her hand. "Look Tom," she commented in her usual gruff manner, "I'm sure that your party will be a lot of fun, but I don't know when I'll have time to enjoy it. Between our encounter with that Borg cube and the Doctor's foray into homicidal schizophrenia, I don't know when."

"Oh." Tom's voice permeated with disappointment. At least that was how it sounded to B'Elanna. "Well . . . uh, hopefully you'll be free, sooner than you think."

"Hopefully."

Another moment passed before Tom murmured a quick good day. And then he left. Only his scent lingered inside the office. The half-Klingon kept her eyes fixed on the report. At least, she tried to concentrate. The moment she felt safe enough to do so, she glanced up to watch Tom leave Engineering. Only, he did not leave. Instead, he made his way toward one of her engineers working at a console near the warp core. Sue Nicoletti. B'Elanna's eyes narrowed.

* * * *

"Say that again?" Sue Nicoletti demanded. "You're inviting me to where?" Her voice rang throughout Engineering, drawing stares.

There were times Tom wished the engineer would learn to keep her voice at a moderate level. Ignoring the curious stares, Tom repeated his question. "I asked if you would like to join me in my quarters, tomorrow evening."

Sue shot an uneasy glance at the Chief Engineer's office. "Uh, just us alone?"

"Huh?" Tom realized that he had misinterpreted his intent. The last thing he wanted was to give Sue the idea that he had renewed his interest in her. "Oh! Uh . . . damn! No, it's not what you think." He exhaled a gust of breath. "I'm holding a little sociable, tomorrow night. You know, food, drinks, music and perhaps a little game of poker."

Disbelief replaced the wariness in Sue's blue eyes. "This is new. You haven't asked me to a friendly get-together in months. Ten months, to be exact."

Tom shrugged. "Considering the number of times you've turned me down in the past, can you blame me?"

"Uh-huh."

A nervous laugh escaped Tom's mouth. "Look Sue, it's not what you think. I'm not interested in romance. Just a little get together with people I consider to be my friends."

"I don't know whether to be relieved or insulted," Sue commented wryly. Again, she shot a glance toward B'Elanna's office. "Will Lieutenant Torres be there?"

Tom quickly squelched the disappointment he felt over B'Elanna's recent rejection. "It seems she'll be busy for a while. I'm only surprised that you aren't."

"Busy doing what?"

Of course. Tom realized he should have known that B'Elanna's excuses for turning down his invitation were mere smoke screens. Either she had no desire to spend her off-duty hours with him. Or she was afraid. Tom hoped it was the latter.

Sue repeated her question. "Well? Busy doing what?"

"Nothing," Tom responded with a sigh. "Forget what I said. All I want to know is will you be able to show up at my quarters, tomorrow night. Say, 20:00 hours?"

"I'll be there."

Tom smiled. "Good. Now be sure . . ."

"Nicoletti!" a throaty female's voice cried out. "Haven't you finished recalibrating those specs, yet?" Tom and Sue stared at the glass-encased office. B'Elanna stood in the doorway, hands on hips. Glaring.

Sue threw Tom a long-suffering glance. One that pleaded with him to leave before either of piss off the Chief Engineer any further. Tom quickly got the message and left Engineering before he could further inflame B'Elanna's wrath.

* * * *

Around 21:45, the following night, Tom glanced around his quarters. His guests were due to arrive any minute. And sure enough, the first one arrived three minutes later. Pablo Baytart. Harry Kim arrived with both Delaney sisters, two minutes after Pablo. Before 20:00, the rest of Tom's guests arrived, with the exception of Sue Nicoletti. The engineer showed up fifteen minutes late.

Soft jazz music filled the pilot's cabin. A tempting array of Earth and Bajoran dishes stretched across a table, set up against a bare wall. The food had been replicated, thanks to additional credits provided by Baytart and Harry.

The party seemed to proceed smoothly. Talk focused on topics other than survival in the Delta Quadrant. Everyone seemed to enjoy the food. Tom did not blame them. He had to keep the party a secret from Voyager's Talaxian cook - who would have undoubtedly volunteered to prepare the food. And to Tom's delight, Pablo and Sue managed to strike up a conversation on famous jazz musicians. If everything went according to plan, the engineer and the pilot will drift from acquaintance to friendship, and eventually toward romance. Then disaster struck.

Pablo volunteered to fetch a plate of dim sum for Sue. Eager to please the engineer, he set out on his task. As he headed back toward Sue, Pablo failed to notice Mike Ayala's protruding foot. He tripped over the latter and the plate of dim sum with soy sauce, sailed out of his hands and landed on Sue's lap.

The engineer cried out with dismay. Pablo laid sprawled on the floor, wearing a horrified expression. Tom closed his eyes and sighed. Getting Pablo and Sue together, he realized, might proved to be more elusive than him winning the hand of one B'Elanna Torres.

* * * *

"Hey, Starfleet!"

Harry glanced up from his breakfast and found the Chief Engineer standing beside his table inside the Mess Hall. "Hey, Maquis. Have a seat." He gestured toward the empty chair, opposite him.

Once B'Elanna eased into a chair, she began poking at her food. Either she was not hungry or like Harry, found Neelix's idea of Eggs Benedict, unappetizing. "Doesn't look that hot, does it?" Harry commented.

B'Elanna smiled wryly. "Not really. I would have replicated something, but I'm low on credits, right now."

"Yeah, so am I. Tom managed to win most of my credits during a pool game, day before yesterday." Harry scooped up a forkful of orange-colored eggs. "He must have used them for that party in his quarters, last night." The moment he mentioned Tom's party, he saw B'Elanna's mouth tightened into a grim line. "What's wrong?"

Her mouth quickly relaxed. Dark eyes widened in innocence. "What do you mean?"

"Is there something wrong?" Harry continued. "You looked upset for a moment. When I mentioned Tom's party." He deliberately paused. "Were you upset over that?"

B'Elanna's nose wrinkled in distaste. "Of course not! Why should I be upset? Tom had invited me. I just didn't . . . I mean, I was busy, last night." She began to attack her food.

"Busy?" Harry frowned. "Doing what? Most of the major repairs were finished three days ago."

An exasperated sigh escaped B'Elanna's mouth. "There were minor repairs to deal with," she replied through gritted teeth.

"Which could have been done by your staff. After all, you are the Chief Engineer."

"What's your point, Harry?"

The Operations Chief realized that he was about to tread through dangerous waters. But he also remembered that he was a Starfleet officer. Not only was weird part of the job, but also danger. Harry took a deep breath. "It sounds as if you had turned down Tom's invitation. To avoid Tom."

B'Elanna rolled her eyes. "Kahless, Harry! The world does not revolve around Thomas Paris!" The moment she spoke his name, the Mess Hall doors slid open and in strode the object of their conversation. Harry glanced at B'Elanna, whose cheeks immediately turned red. A smile tugged at his lips.

"Hey Harry!" Tom greeted in his usual gregarious manner. He joined the two friends at their table. His eyes slid toward the Chief Engineer. "B'Elanna." The latter responded with a murmur.

Harry smiled at his friend. "Hey, Tom. Where's your breakfast?"

"I ate some of the leftovers from last night's party. You should taken some yourself, Harry." Tom shot a withering glance at the orange eggs. "And maybe spare yourself from Neelix's latest sample of Delta Quadrant cuisine."

Harry dismally poked his eggs with his fork. "Oh God, please don't remind me!"

Tom turned to face B'Elanna. "Say B'Elanna, you miss one hell of a party, last night. We had a great time. Right, Har?"

"I have to admit that I did enjoy myself, last night," Harry conceded, recalling the festivities. "Tom's right, B'Elanna. It's a shame that you missed it."

Mischief sparkled in Tom's blue eyes. "Well, B'Elanna was busy last night, Harry," he drawled. "With repairs. Of course that does seem odd, since all of the major repairs were finished three days ago."

B'Elanna gave Harry an accusing stare. "You told!"

"What are you talking about?" a bewildered Harry protested. "I didn't say a word!"

"Then who . . .?" B'Elanna's gaze pierced the Chief Helmsman. "All right, Flyboy! Who told you?"

Projecting an air of innocence, Tom shrugged. "Told me what?"

"Tom!"

Chuckling, Tom finally gave in. "All right, all right. It was Sue Nicoletti. I asked her about the repairs, last night."

Sable eyes slitted dangerously. Harry prepared to calm down B'Elanna. Before he could do so, the doors slid open again and Sue Nicoletti entered. As she strode toward the galley's counter, Tom rose from his chair. "Excuse me for a minute." His eyes focused on the dark-haired engineer. "I have some business to attend to." The pilot walked toward Sue, leaving behind two speechless friends.

B'Elanna finally spoke out. "What the hell does he want with her?" she growled.

Harry noticed the grim expression on his friend's face. And the envy in her dark eyes. Interesting, he thought. B'Elanna was jealous. Harry glanced at his other friend. And what exactly did Tom want with Sue Nicoletti?



End of Part 1

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