The Grey
by myu
Disclaimer: I don't own the characters, and I'm not affiliated with any
companies that own Star Trek or any related trademarks.
Notes: Alternate ending to Star Trek Voyager episode The Q and the
Grey (Season 3/episode 11). Disregard everything after the scene in
the ready room with Janeway, Chakotay and Q (with the scandalous tattoo
banter). A summary of the episode in question can be found here.
There are also some references to minor points from Jeri Taylor's Mosaic.
Rating: PG
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Kathryn Janeway stared at the steady trickle of water seeping into the sink, although her gaze was unfocused and her mind preoccupied. The atmosphere of stillness and peace in the room seemed to stand in stark contrast to the churning inside her head. She caught sight of her reflection in the mirror as she raised her head and regarded the faint circles under her eyes for a moment wearily. Dabbing a towel revealed them to be a mixture of mascara and fatigue and she left the soiled material forgotten as she contemplated whether she would have enough time to visit Sickbay before her shift on the Bridge began. On her way to the door she caught sight of the frame containing a photograph of her fiancé and didn't stop to wonder why it was face-down next to the other ornaments on the desk.
* * *
The Doctor closed his medical tricorder
hesitantly.
"Well?"
"Your suspicions were correct, Captain," He watched her carefully,
"You are approximately three weeks pregnant." Kathryn was seated on a
bio-bed with her head bowed and didn't appear to express any surprise at his
words. She tended to avoid the medical bay if at all possible - although the Doctor was
becoming more like a human every day, there was still an aura of unpleasant news
and sadness around the Sickbay that she disliked.
"I trust you to maintain doctor-patient confidentiality regarding this
matter," she murmured, studying the floor intently.
"Of course."
"You may be aware that I was...propositioned by Q last month. I
refused his offer." She could recall the conversation like it was
yesterday. The memory of the bed with its lurid heart-shaped cushions and
velvet headboard provoked a shudder and a grimace that she quickly suppressed.
"I see. You believe your present condition is connected?" Her
eyes moved from the grey carpet to her boots.
"There isn't any other explanation." She sighed heavily and stood to
leave.
"Captain, I expect you to make another appointment for an examination
soon."
"I'll check the new duty roster and let you know." The answer came
automatically; her thoughts were elsewhere.
"And Captain - try to take it easy. I know I constantly remind you to
eat regularly and get enough sleep, but I trust you to follow that seriously at this time." Kathryn closed her eyes briefly.
"Understood. I appreciate the advice, Doctor."
"You know where I am if you need me." She nodded to him gratefully and
left without another word
* * *
Kathryn exhaled loudly. She had managed to escape to her ready room to read reports easily enough, but realized she must have been careless in her manner when she caught Chakotay staring at her curiously. Somehow she knew he would turn up at some point to ask if everything was all right, and wasn't sure how long she could keep up the pretence. It hadn't taken much for him to find out Q's intentions last month...
"I wondered what you meant when you
said he had a 'personal request'." Kathryn looked directly at him and
swallowed any attempt at being modest.
"He wants to mate with me," she replied frankly, almost challenging
him to laugh. He didn't, although his jaw tightened and his mouth quivered
as he formed words, as if there was a battle between those he wanted to
say and those which he felt were proper.
"I see." Chakotay let out a breath and failed to hide his expression,
which was somewhere between anger and pity.
"...this bothers the hell out of me."
"Chakotay -" she found herself holding his arm lightly. She
searched his face for an explanation...
Kathryn looked up abruptly. What would he
have said had Q not interrupted them? She tried to recall the moment
exactly: he was about to say something, she had touched his arm...
Before she could begin to think about it properly she became aware of a
distantly familiar tingling in the tips of her fingers. The padd she held clattered
onto the desk and she quickly clenched her hands into fists to try and rid herself of
the sensation. Echoes of previous encounters which had provoked that
feeling flashed through her mind before she could block them: Cheb, Will
Riker, Mark...she swallowed hard, and was suddenly glad that she had taken his picture out
of the ready room. She resolved to think of something else quickly. When her mind
immediately recalled the Doctor's words that morning she seized the padd and
forced herself to read the words aloud, ignoring the way her voice shook with
every syllable.
On the Bridge Chakotay eyed the Ready Room door
warily. Kathryn had seemed well enough that morning, but there was
something odd about the way she conducted herself that he couldn't quite put his
finger on. She had shut herself away in her ready room at the first
opportunity and remained there for rest of the day. If she felt ill then
perhaps confronting her wouldn't be the best way to make her feel better.
Although, he reminded himself, maybe she didn't need the Doctor. Maybe she
needed a friend.
He approached an ensign who had just entered the Bridge with a padd.
"I'll take that to the Captain, thank you. Tuvok, you have the
Bridge." He made his way down the steps towards the door.
Kathryn touched her temple and felt a vein
throbbing ominously. Her head was buzzing, thoughts reverberating endlessly.
I want you to be the mother of my child
But would Q have really done this without her consent? She never would
have guessed he'd do something like this, or even that it was possible.
Then again, just because Q appeared to be drastically flawed didn't change the
fact that he was of an race of omnipotent beings.
The doorchime startled her, and she dropped the padd she was holding for the
second time that day. A juddering wave of apprehension and dread left her
feeling chilled and a little afraid. She braced herself.
"Come in." Looking up expectantly seemed a little redundant - she
already knew who it would be.
"Good afternoon." Chakotay's smile brought some much-needed light
relief - the very air seemed clouded with lost thoughts and possibilities.
Kathryn returned the smile tightly and took the padds from his outstretched hand as he
gave her a brief summary of the day's events. She could feel his eyes
following her back as she returned to the desk and she busied herself in
skimming the padds' content as she listened, seizing the opportunity to avoid
making eye contact for the time
being. As he finished, he paused and glanced at her.
"And how are you today, Captain?"
"I'm fine, thank you Commander," She didn't miss a beat, "And you?"
"I can't complain, although I've been better." His eyes lingered over
her face for a moment.
"Have a seat. Tea?" She was grateful for any distraction at this
point, and pushed the stack of padds aside. Before he entered she had read
the same sentence a number of times.
"Thank you." Kathryn joined him on the sofa, careful not to slump in a
way that would reveal her exhaustion. After Chakotay's sharp observation
that morning she felt significantly on edge.
"Hard day? From your report I assumed the day had been somewhat
uneventful." Chakotay rubbed his neck self-consciously.
"It would have been my sister's birthday last week. At the moment
home just seems further away than usual. Do you - have you ever...?"
Kathryn's expression softened slightly.
"Sometimes. I will admit that it's difficult to stay optimistic all
the time. At times the very days seem endless, and..." She paused and
stared into her cup.
"And?"
"I wonder how I'll get through seventy years if each
day seems like a lifetime." She didn't stop to marvel at how easy
admitting that fact had been in the end. Chakotay had often put her at ease
enough to make her readily relate secrets she'd kept for years.
"I don't know if it will help, but when that happens just try not to think
of the distance. Imagine you're on a deep space mission and you'll be back
in two weeks."
"What happens when the two weeks is up?" Chakotay smiled sheepishly.
"Hope you've snapped out of the mood by then. Speaking of which, I
feel better already. Thank you." Kathryn shifted slightly in her
seat. "Kathryn - are you really fine today?" She suppressed a sigh.
"Why do you ask?" Anything to buy her a little time to formulate a
response.
"Well, you've been holed up in your ready room for most of the day.
And, without meaning to be rude, in all the years I've known you I've never seen
you sit quite so stiffly." So much for disguising her posture.
"Chakotay, you -" She stopped and lowered her voice a little, "I am a little distracted
today. Is it that obvious?"
"No," He considered after a moment, "I don't think anyone noticed."
"But you're not just anyone." Kathryn bit her tongue.
Thankfully, Chakotay laughed.
"I'm glad you were the one to say that. In any case, I hope you
resolve whatever's troubling you."
"I think I already have," she lied.
"You're still thinking about it." That caught her off-guard.
"How -?!"
"I couldn't possibly tell you."
"Do it. That's an order." She managed a small smile through her
indignation. She always succeeded in this playful sniping.
"Fine, fine - it's really quite simple. When something is bothering
you, you get the smallest crease on your forehead there." He
gestured, and Kathryn felt her stomach muscles contract. She couldn't
quite think of anything to say.
"I suppose you know me more than I'd like to admit," she muttered
finally, before a notion occurred to her. "Don't think for a moment
that I'll let you know what gives you away, though." His face fell.
"You lie!"
"Do I?" She managed to look sufficiently smug and only casually
flicked her command pips in response to his protests.
"You..." He sighed in defeat before changing the subject. "I
should probably get back to the Bridge. We both finish our shifts in half
an hour - would you like to have dinner tonight? Maybe a walk on the
Holodeck afterwards?"
Kathryn hesitated. She was about to decline, but then she was reminded of
her torment earlier in the day and hastily decided that hiding the truth from Chakotay
was much preferable to being alone and driving herself up the wall with her
thoughts.
"That sounds wonderful. 1900 hours at my quarters? I happen to
have some extra replicator rations at the moment."
"How could I refuse? 1900 it is, then."
* * *
Kathryn breathed in deeply and stretched out her
arms as the breeze whipped around her. The program Chakotay had chosen was
a beach with a path leading up to cliffs on one side. It wasn't much like
any beach she had visited before - the sky was overcast, the air crisp and a
cool breeze blew with moderate strength. The sand under her feet was rather damp and
set, but only seemed to add to the charm.
"Where are we supposed to be?"
"I don't know. I happened to find it in the program
archives. There are no characters - perhaps the author didn't get past
creating the scenery." Chakotay surveyed the cliffs and speckled sky
thoughtfully.
"I won't complain, although I've never been on a beach with this kind of
wind before."
"Would you like me to alter the program parameters?"
"No, it's not strong enough to be a nuisance. It's exhilarating more
than anything else." With that she ran across the sand, delighting in the
feeling of utter freedom and the way the breeze seemed to cool her very
soul. It was a welcome tonic to the stuffy thoughts plodding through her
head all day. Chakotay was soon at
her side and they adopted a considerably more relaxed pace, heading for the cliff
path in silence. On the cliff they sat on a bench near the edge to look
out at the choppy sea. They began to talk, and although Kathryn was a
little more guarded than usual, Chakotay didn't comment.
"If we ever find out if this place exists," she murmured, "Let's
visit it when we get back home."
"Remind me to wear warmer clothing," he muttered back, "My ears
are beginning to ache."
"Shall I replicate you some earmuffs?" He swatted her arm.
"Very generous with your replicator rations tonight, aren't you? I
don't suspect any ill-doing, though - you didn't eat very much tonight." He
chose his words carefully and watched her reaction.
"Anything wrong with wanting to lose a bit of weight every now and
then? It's important to keep in shape, you know." Her tone was light,
but he still received the distinct impression that the subject was closed.
"I doubt you'd have much trouble with that." He waited to see if her
eyes would finally meet his. Only for a second did her eyes flicker in his
general direction, and the sense of sadness and fear they reflected in that
moment was disconcerting.
Kathryn gazed at her hands clasped tightly in her lap and watched as Chakotay's
hand came to rest on hers. Despite the increasing cold she felt a pleasant
warmth glide up her arm and settle somewhere in her chest, causing her heartbeat
quicken slightly. After some time she raised her eyes to meet his, and his
gentle smile appeared to affirm that he felt the same warmth. Despite
that, a sudden
gust of wind gave her a mild shiver.
"It's getting colder - would you like to return to my quarters for a hot
drink? I'd offer you a nightcap, but some of us are on bridge duty in the
morning."
"How could I refuse, as you say?" Kathryn called for the arch, and as they left
Chakotay couldn't help but notice that she twisted her fingers together as if trying to
quash something between them.
On the way back to her quarters Kathryn wondered
if they had always walked as closely together. During the turbolift ride
she could hear his quiet breathing and she worried that the fierce prickling in
her fingertips would render her unable to activate the door release button.
Once they entered her quarters, however, the sensation halted abruptly. In
a corner of her living area a large wooden cradle stood, festooned with lace
lining and tiny pillows. At the sight of it Kathryn felt her insides lurch and the room
suddenly dipped and swayed in her vision as she struggled against an overwhelming disorientation.
When the sickening tremors dropped sharply to her knees she threw out an arm to
steady herself and her hand clipped the edge of a vase of flowers sitting on the
table. The vibrant colours of the rapidly scattering petals seemed to
slice through the air, leaving blurred shadows in their wake that burned hot
spirals into her
eyes.
When the dizziness had passed she found
herself in the bathroom with Chakotay holding her head over the sink
patiently. She coughed and spluttered a little before trying to
speak, although nothing more than a dry croak could emerge from her parched
throat and cracked lips. He hushed her gently, took the glass sitting on
the side of the sink and filled it with water.
"I want you to sit and drink this while I clear up next door. Sip it
- I don't expect you to have drunk more than half the glass by the time I get
back. I won't be long." Kathryn sank down precariously, holding her
head with her spare hand. She knew Chakotay was giving her time to collect
her thoughts together, but she could only sit and stare dully, her eyes vaguely
following a drop of water as it trailed down the outer edge of the
basin. She slurped the water noisily in an attempt to break through the
fog settling over her mind.
Chakotay returned from the living area, wiping his hands on a cloth scrap.
"No harm done. You may want to replicate some more flowers though - they're
a little crushed." Kathryn's smile faded before it reached her lips.
He lowered himself down next to her without commenting on her decision to sit on
the floor. "Kathryn, I'm worried about you. I'd like to think
you trust me enough to tell me what's going on, but I'm not going to force
you. Would you like me to contact the Doctor?"
"I'll see him in the morning," She murmured distractedly. They
sat in silence for a few moments. "Chakotay, I'm sorry for the way
I've acted today. I've been - preoccupied." Unconsciously her hand
skirted over to rest on his - some part of her wanted to go back to the Holodeck
and pretend nothing had happened. He shook it off and clasped it in
his own tightly.
"You don't have to apologise. Just let me know if there's anything I
can do to help."
"I don't think this is something I can remedy with a good night's
sleep." She rose from the floor unsteadily and moved to the living
area. "I think you can probably guess that I didn't replicate
that. It's obviously Q's handiwork." She waved a hand in the general
direction of the cradle without looking at it. Chakotay moved towards her
quickly.
"Has he been visiting you again?" There was a note of urgent concern
in his tone.
"No, not after last month. However, since then he has..."She
broke off and turned away to face the viewport, wrapping her arms around herself
to smother the sad feeling of vulnerability that seemed to trickle from her neck
down her back. "The Doctor informed me
this morning that I am expecting." Another twinge of nausea made her
cringe, but subsided quickly as Chakotay's figure edged in front of her. She
couldn't bear to look up at his expression at first, but as he leant back
against the viewport his eyes were level with hers, and she saw only
kindness when she did dare to meet them.
"Thank you for trusting me enough to tell me. When I found out about
Seska I was too embarrassed to properly discuss it with anyone. You're a
lot braver than me."
Seska. Kathryn felt a cold chill sweep over her as she realized that in
Chakotay she had confided in the one person on the ship who even came close to
understanding her predicament.
"I feel -"She choked a little and couldn't have formed the words even
if she had known what to say.
"Violated? Alone?" A slight nod acknowledged his words. He
leaned closer. "You're not alone anymore. You can share the
burden." He gently traced the telltale crease on her forehead, and she felt
the muscles there loosen at his touch. The same warmth she had felt
earlier in the evening gathered behind her eyes until they spilled over with hot
tears, and then she was enveloped by the warmth when Chakotay rose and drew her
into his arms. It had been so long since anyone had held her properly she
had forgotten the feeling of absolute security, and she struggled to remember if
she had ever relaxed so much in the presence of another person. As far as
she could remember she had always clutched at some part of Mark's clothing to keep a grip on
reality, so to speak. Letting go - in a literal sense - had always seemed
foreign to her, yet now she rested her whole self on Chakotay's form and
didn't relent when he moved to support her weight. Some sort of
invisible control device around her heart uncoiled and she felt more tears come
with an aching rush. When the
racking sobs had ceased she rested her head against his chest and the quiet
rhythm of his heart calmed her immeasurably. A smile gradually touched her
lips.
"Your jaw muscles tighten." He looked down, puzzled. She lifted
her head and looked up through damp eyelashes. "Your tell. When
you're bothered by something you tense up these muscles here..." She raised
her hands to his face and passed her fingertips over them lightly, feeling them
relax under the movement. His eyes suddenly took on a depth she had never
seen before, and they guided her to bring his face to hers and taste the fire on
her lips. As the kisses deepened she surrendered to lose herself in them, those
depths she could see even after she had closed her eyes.
*
* *
Kathryn gave up the attempt to keep her eyes closed, and stared into the inky
darkness. Whenever she couldn't sleep she was inclined to get up, walk
round her quarters, go to the Messhall...anything except lie still and wait. She desperately wanted a drink of water, but
didn't want to risk waking Chakotay. They had fallen asleep tangled
together on the sofa, although Kathryn had been asleep for no more than half an
hour before her eyes sprang open of their own accord.
She felt more overwhelmed than ever. Between worries about her predicament
and fears about this new advance in her relationship with Chakotay, any
happiness or contentment she felt following the night's events glimmered only faintly
before becoming lost in the tumult. Questions and complaints raced around
her head until she couldn't stand it anymore - she'd have to get up or else
she'd scream. She began to maneouvre Chakotay's arm from her waist as
gently as possible.
"It's all right, Kathryn - I can't sleep either." His utterance
startled her and she sat up with a jolt, causing the blanket he had arranged
around them to tumble to the floor. Calling for dimmed lights, she
stumbled across to the replicator and requested a jug of water. As she
poured the cool liquid into a glass she eyed the garish cradle wearily.
"How are you feeling?" Chakotay stretched his arms and tried to smooth
some of the creases in his clothes.
"Terrible," She admitted quietly, gripping the cold glass with both
hands. "Can we talk about it?" She sat next to him, resting her
elbows on her knees. "I've never faced any kind of...problem like
this before." She winced slightly.
"You know, I have to remind you that you do have the choice not to go
through with this."
"I do know that. But, Chakotay...I feel so aware that the child
-" She ground her knuckles into her forehead, "- the child is innocent."
"My father told me the same thing when I asked him for guidance."
"But I'm afraid that I can't give it the best life if I can't forget the
circumstances surrounding its creation. I'm afraid that...I'm
afraid." She cut herself off and set her jaw.
"That you won't love it?" Chakotay questioned softly. Kathryn
looked away. He reached behind her neck and and kneaded the tense
muscles there gently. She caught his hands in her own and turned to clasp
them in front of her.
"Chakotay, what are we doing?" There was a note of pleading in her
voice that made his innards shiver.
"Is it too soon?" He couldn't hide the regret in his voice.
Kathryn sat with her shoulders hunched, looking wretched.
"I-I need to think about some things." She bit her lip to stop it
trembling.
"I see. Would you like me to leave?"
"I'm sorry..." She looked down miserably. The distance to the doorway
seemed to be twice as long. Questions about whether she was doing the
right thing or not plagued her every movement, and it took all of her willpower
to imagine forcing them down to the ground and crushing them with every step.
"Goodnight, then." He smiled sadly as they reached the doors.
"Goodnight - I - thank you." Kathryn closed her eyes as the
doors shut with a low hiss, reflecting the sigh she had swallowed. She
couldn't rid herself of the nagging feeling that told her she had just flung away
a chance of happiness with both hands. She trudged over and picked up the blanket
that lay forgotten on the floor. It still retained his scent faintly and
she suddenly rushed to the doors with the intent to chase after him. Her hand froze,
hovering next to the release button, and the pattern on the blanket swam in
circles before her eyes until she dropped her head and and wept.
Outside the doors Chakotay strained his ears for any sound from within. He withdrew
the finger he held poised above the doorchime and headed down the corridor
towards his quarters.
Kathryn slept fitfully, dreaming of running down endless corridors. She
ran faster and faster until the doorways became a blur and passers-by flashes of
colour. On and on she ran until she caught up with Chakotay, who had been
sprinting ahead of her for some time. She grasped his arm to force him to
look back towards her, and found herself staring up into Q's grinning
face. The scream wrenched out of her in shock was full of pain, but she
was thankful for it when she opened her eyes and realized she was sitting bolt
upright in bed. Giving herself a mental slap, Kathryn swept through to the
bathroom smartly and resolved to perform her daily routine as normal. She
looked herself over once more in the mirror before leaving for her shift and
flicked an invisible speck of dust from the front of her uniform jacket.
"Business as usual," She declared boldly, and left without a second
glance.
In the Briefing Room Chakotay studied the padd he held intently, but
the relentless tapping of his foot betrayed his studious demeanor somewhat.
Kathryn hadn't seemed particularly out of sorts this morning despite the
previous night's events - in fact, she had even managed a half-smile in his
direction as she greeted him on the Bridge. Now, listening to Tuvok recommending an away mission to survey a nearby solar system for
resources, everything seemed to be back to normal. Despite that thought,
he didn't need to look to know that the crease remained etched in her forehead
as if in stone. When he did look, however, he didn't miss Kathryn's eyes
darting back to her padd. Chakotay watched her until her eyes flickered
back to his direction again, and held her gaze steadily. Tuvok's droning voice cut
through the connection unexpectedly and he rolled his eyes at her
slightly. To his great surprise she turned a snort of laughter into a
cough and hid her smile behind her hand. Tuvok glanced at her suddenly.
"Excuse me, Tuvok - continue." Kathryn apologised neatly, coughing a
little more for good measure. As the Vulcan obliged, Chakotay raised
an eyebrow at her in mock disapproval. She looked back at her padd,
and he turned his attention back to Tuvok until a heel came firmly down on his
still-tapping foot. He bit back a yelp, all heads turned towards him and
Kathryn sent him a disapproving glare of her own, although her lips twitched
slightly. Somehow he managed to pay attention for the rest of the meeting
and maintained his focus for the rest of the day. Kathryn again retreated
to her ready room for most of the day and again he purposely refrained from reporting
to her until the very end of their shift.
"Come in." Kathryn was better prepared
to face Chakotay today - the day had passed without incident and she finally
felt as though she was regaining some measure of control. Any thought of Q
or Chakotay had been pushed to the back of her mind for later - for now it was
"Business as usual," she murmured to herself as Chakotay entered her
ready room. Something tugged a little at her chest as if the lining of her
heart had snagged on something mid-beat, but she paid it no attention. It
was business as usual today - she responded to Chakotay's report as normal, he
enquired about her day, he would leave with a smile...
Kathryn blinked. He was still standing in front of her desk.
"Was there anything else, Commander?"
"Your act of gross misconduct in the Briefing Room this morning,
Captain?"
"My act -?!" She stopped and composed herself, "I do
apologise if I caused you any distress or embarrassment, Commander. But
let it be a lesson - nobody gets away with embarrassing the captain."
"I forgive you." Chakotay hobbled around to her side of the desk with
an exaggerated limp, and she broke into a smile.
"It's good to see you smile again, Kathryn."
"Thank you." It seemed so simple a gesture, but she hoped he'd
understand. She wanted to thank him for understanding, listening, making
her laugh again...
"You're welcome." He knew. "What are you working on?"
He peered at the console screen.
"That? It's for the away mission."
"Who was assigned to it?" Kathryn began to feel on edge
slightly. Chakotay noticed the slight change in her expression and felt an
icy dread prick at his insides. Kathryn preferred to keep most of her
personal problems to herself and no doubt was used to resolving situations
alone, but since the meeting that morning he feared that she would use any
excuse to escape duty. Kathryn's wellbeing was of great worry
to him at the moment - despite only being asleep for less than an hour,
Kathryn cried and shook like a trapped animal next to him on the sofa the
previous night. Seeing her so distressed and vulnerable had been
unsettling and, although holding her tightly quieted the tears, she continued to
release small choking whimpers that reverberated around his skull and left his
nerves shaken. He had never known Kathryn to be anything but a tower of
formidable strength, but now he desperately wanted to help her stand and fill in
the cracks. Before he could decide whether to wake her up or not she
began to stir. He had loosened his grip and pretended to be asleep, hoping
she would wake with no memory of the demons that haunted her slumber.
"I'm taking it." Kathryn answered shortly. She busied herself, gathering up the
padds.
"Who's going with you?"
"I'm going alone." Chakotay's head snapped up from the console.
Under normal circumstances a solo away mission wouldn't have been too much cause
for concern, but in her state of mind...he knew she was seizing the opportunity
to flee.
"You can't do that. I won't allow it." He sensed the cold
apprehension bubble into an angry flame.
"The subject is closed, Commander." Kathryn marched past him,
indifferent to his objections. As he followed her onto the Bridge both
remained silent, save for Kathryn transferring command to Tuvok as they crossed
to the turbolift. Upon entering the lift Kathryn waited for the doors
to close and called for deck three, keeping her back to him.
"I'm going on this away mission with you."
"You'll stay on Voyager, Commander." Chakotay exhaled loudly.
"Do you really think it's wise for you to be alone right now?" She
didn't answer. "You won't be going alone, Kathryn. You'll go with me
or not at all."
"Computer, halt turbolift." Kathryn thought about stamping her foot
childishly, but refrained. "How exactly do you plan to stop
me?" Chakotay's eyes narrowed as he watched her shoulderblades
tighten through her uniform.
"You know Tuvok won't break protocol easily - if I happen to raise some
concern about the mission you won't get past the shuttlebay doors. Even if
you do manage to fool him, I can easily persuade the Doctor to keep you here
for observation. I don't want to have to do that, Kathryn, but I will if
you don't leave me any choice." Kathryn gritted her teeth and whipped round
in a rage without quite knowing what she would do next. Her breath caught
around the throbbing pulse in her throat when she almost collided with
Chakotay's shoulder - he had been standing much closer to her than she had
anticipated. They stood barely an inch apart, and Kathryn felt time slow
down as the breath she released lingered in the air before dispersing. She
had tried to shatter the memory of their kisses in her mind, and now fragments
of recollection rose to stab cruelly at her lips as she held Chakotay's glance
furiously. As she contemplated leaning towards him she felt her hands slack automatically and half the padds
dropped onto the floor. As they bent to retrieve them Kathryn silently
thanked the heavens that at least her body was keeping her out of trouble when her mind
was too slow to react.
"Fine. I'll take someone along. Computer, resume."
"No, you'll take me," Chakotay handed the last padd to her and his
voice adopted a lower, kinder tone. "Kathryn, you can scream and kick your
console or we can sit in silence for the whole journey. I'm the only
person on the ship that you don't have to explain anything to. I'm letting
you escape from Voyager like you wanted, but my only condition is that you don't
go alone." Kathryn drew herself up to her full height as the turbolift
stopped and the doors sprang open. Chakotay grunted as a padd suddenly
slammed into his palm with some considerable force.
"We leave at 0700. Don't be late." Kathryn snapped and stalked off.
"See you in the morning!" Chakotay called cheerily, glad that the
turbolift doors closed before she had a chance to react.
* * *
Chakotay had been waiting for ten minutes when an
agitated Kathryn hurried down the corridor to meet him outside the shuttlebay.
"Good morning." He paused.
"Don't say it. I'm sorry," She tried to support herself against
the bulkhead discreetly - her head was spinning. "Good morning."
"What happened?" He gave her a hard look - although her appearance was
as neat and tidy as always, Kathryn looked very pale and drawn. She
muttered something about a meeting, and hastily switched the subject to the
mission. Their discussion was peppered with technical terms and protocol
from that moment on, and all conversation was strictly related to duty.
When they reached a safe distance from Voyager Chakotay entered their journey
into his console. He stretched back in his chair and turned to Kathryn as
she checked the course and activated the auto-navigation system.
"Course laid in - we'll reach the system in about ninety minutes."
"Have you eaten?" Kathryn grimaced slightly. Chakotay raised an
eyebrow. "I see. You didn't feel well this morning?"
"This morning and last night." She corrected stonily as Chakotay hovered
next to the replicator. He handed her a steaming mug and sat on the floor,
a plate balanced on his lap.
"Decaf?" She wrinkled her nose in disgust.
"It's that or no coffee at all," He retorted firmly.
"Relax, Kathryn - this is a routine, perfectly boring away mission.
Think of it as...working shore leave. You wanted to get away from Voyager,
didn't you?"
"I suppose I did." She slouched down in her chair and surveyed him
over the rim of her mug. Strange, how he could suddenly go straight from
piloting a shuttlecraft to sprawling on the floor eating breakfast like a
teenager. It always took her some time to unwind from the command
role. "I wanted to apologise for the way I acted yesterday. I
was unreasonable - I'm sorry." It had almost been a relief to feel angry at
Chakotay the previous day. Anger, Kathryn felt, was so much easier to feel
than anxiety or sadness. Lowering the temperature of a hot flame of rage
didn't take much more than cool reasoning and common sense - she found it much
harder to rid herself of the freezing weight of worry and dread.
"Apology accepted. I'm sorry if I seemed harsh. But -" He
poked at the remaining food on his plate carelessly, "- I felt it was
necessary."
"I know." Chakotay could feel her stare and stopped his fork on
the plate - suddenly the light scrape of the cutlery seemed very loud in
the cramped space of the shuttle. He coughed loudly and feigned a great
interest in returning his plate to the replicator, cursing himself
silently. It was becoming very difficult to determine the true nature of
his relationship with Kathryn. Evidently the potential to be more than
friends was there - the other night had been proof of that. But then
Kathryn had got cold feet - now he felt the whole relationship was stuck fast in
ice. Trouble was, the ice was melting rapidly around the heat from his
heart and the cold reality that he may be falling in love with her swilled
around his stomach ominously.
Kathryn turned back to the console and half-heartedly monitored some
scans. She rubbed her neck unconsciously. Returning from the
replicator, Chakotay looked over her shoulder.
"I can hold the fort here if you want to lie down for a little while.
I'll let you know as soon as we reach our destination, or if anything
interesting appears on the sensors." She felt all the hairs on the back of
her neck stand on end along with her muscles as his breath touched her cheek
faintly, and knew she didn't want to argue. She managed a meek "Thank
you," as she made her way to the sleeping quarters on the shuttle.
Kathryn had scarcely closed her eyes when the
tired assault of her worries spiralled in her temples again. She hardly
managed a light doze for ten minutes before she leapt up and strode back to the
main room of the shuttle, where Chakotay was sitting idly at his console.
She grasped the arms of the chair and spun it to face her with a brute strength
she didn't know she possessed. Something was burning inside and all the
cold, chilling fears that gripped her while she was alone were evaporating,
leaving her with an innate sense of power. She seized the front of his uniform
jacket, breathing rather more heavily than usual.
"I'm not going to sit on my own any longer trying to pick through this mess
of a relationship between us. Tell me what the hell is going on, or else -" She dragged
him out of the chair. He didn't resist, but clenched his palm around hers
and prised her fist away from him firmly.
"Or else what?" His eyes challenged hers and he loosely took a step
towards her. She stepped backwards with him in sync, although she was
beginning to care less and less about him coming closer.
"Do you really want to find out?" She pushed his shoulders, albeit
very lightly. He responded with an even softer push and she felt the edge
of a bulkhead press at her back.
"I think I do." She could count every crease staining his bottom
lip...
"Tell me what's going on with us." Her tone was stubborn, but the growing
smirk and smouldering eyes betrayed every ounce of authority in her voice.
"Well, I know an ancient legend -"
"Shut up," She spat before they attacked each other in a passionate
assault, blistering flames bursting with the violence of every kiss.
Kathryn's eyes flew open and her limbs felt drained as every spare drop of blood
rushed to her face. Never before had she experienced such a vivid
dream. She held her fingers tightly to her face as the last scorching
trace of fire slipped away from her lips. Any question of it being real
was dashed when she tried to spring upright - the swimming darkness threatened
to engulf her vision and she could only stagger back to the main room of the
shuttle. As in the dream, Chakotay sat at the controls. She closed
her eyes briefly and tried to regain some sense of composure.
"Trouble sleeping? You were only gone for about twenty minutes."
Kathryn sat in the chair next to his, leaning her elbows on her knees.
"I'm not sleeping well at the moment."
"Oh?"
"I have so much to think about that it takes up all my energy, yet I can't calm down enough to go
to sleep." She took a deep breath.
"Tell me. What are you thinking right now?" She stared at him
incredulously.
"Fine, I'll go first - I'm worried about a good friend of mine who is
keeping everything bottled up. She's so tense that she can't lie down for
an hour without jumping back up. And I'm hoping that she didn't already claim the
bottom bunk, because I hate having to climb into bed." He added as an
afterthought. "Your
turn." Kathryn kept her head down and thought back to giving reports
at the Academy.
"I've been impregnated against my will. I'm the head of a
starship. For some time in my life now I've been giving orders to others,
and now I can't begin to tell myself what to do. You and me -" Her
voice was too hoarse to continue.
"One thing at a time, Kathryn. I can look after myself. Voyager
is fine. Don't think about them - the only important thing now is you and
the baby."
"That's it - it's a baby. It's not an equation or a formula. I
can't solve it with a cup of coffee and a padd."
"No, but I won't believe that this is the first non-scientific problem
you've ever faced." Chakotay took care to keep his tone matter-of-fact and
detached.
"I told you that my father and my fiancé died at the same time." The
memory of the biting wind and ice on the surface of the planet they crashed on
that day made her shudder, and she held her head in her hands. "I didn't get out of
bed for weeks. I don't even have that escape now. My sister helped
me..." She groaned softly into her fingertips. Kathryn suddenly sat
back and her hand drifted towards her abdomen, but recoiled as if an electric
charge had surged through her fingers. "It's a child, Chakotay - I
can't see it, but it's making me feel ill and reminding me of everything I
have...and don't have." Chakotay took her hand and laced his fingers
through hers.
"You have me." She looked at his fingers curved through the dents
between her knuckles, just as she had back on New Earth. Her eyes began to
moisten.
"I can't have you." When she sounded the words they were in a whisper
almost lost under the hum of the engines, "I can't have you," She
repeated clearly, rubbing her eyes with her free hand impatiently.
Too late, he didn't say, but rather waved a hand dismissively.
"We'll talk about that later. There are more important things at
hand."
Kathryn stood up and she felt an old mask slip into place as she paced back and forth.
"Obviously there are practical issues," She continued briskly, "I don't see how I can captain
a starship and
look after a child at the same time. Ensign Wildman was able to take
temporary leave, but my responsibilities -"
"- can be delegated to others on the ship for as long as
necessary." Kathryn's pace increased to match her quickening
heartbeat, scarcely noticing that Chakotay was following her left and right.
"I can't impose my problems on the rest of you forever -"
"You wouldn't - Kathryn, stop!" He caught her arms to hold her still,
but she wrenched herself away. She felt the mask rip from her skin,
leaving her eyes raw.
"Don't touch me like that!" Her voice sounded much higher than usual.
"Don't shift the blame onto me so you can have someone to vent your
frustrations on." He sat heavily in one of the chairs. "Sit
down."
"No," Kathryn snapped childishly.
"Don't be ridiculous." She stood stoutly, torn between wanting to rake
her nails across his face and wanting to pin him to the chair and...
She shook her head quickly and tried to focus as she seated herself
reluctantly. "Give me your hands." She raised an eyebrow, but
nevertheless held them out limply.
"Forgive me for grabbing your shoulders before, but if I had held your hips
I think I would be suffering a mild concussion now." He took her hand
gently, as he would a child's.
"First things first," He began, closing her
fingers into her palm. "Tell me one reason why you can't have this
child." Kathryn swallowed thickly.
"The Delta Quadrant is a dangerous place to raise a child." Chakotay
extended the index finger of her left hand.
"Another reason?"
"I don't know that I can lead Voyager and look after a child."
Her middle finger was stretched.
"Anything else?"
"A child needs a mother and a father - somehow I don't imagine Q will play
much of a part in its upbringing. I don't know if I can do this
alone." Kathryn's ring finger extended without help, and she paused for a
moment. If Voyager hadn't been stranded in the Delta Quadrant,
would she be wearing a wedding ring on that finger? Would she be carrying
Mark's child right now? She shuddered involuntarily.
"Is that all?" Chakotay's voice cut through her thoughts.
"It's all I can think of for now." She nodded sullenly, wondering if there was
a point to the exercise.
"First of all, I think you'll agree that we've survived fairly well over
the past few years. Naomi Wildman hasn't known any other home than
Voyager, and she's doing better than any of us could have hoped." He flexed
her index finger back into her palm again.
"Secondly, you've got a great crew behind you. They can cope when you
need to take a break, and most importantly they will support you. The same
goes for your last reason - you have a big extended family on the ship.
And if you need anything: a confidante, cook, babysitter, friend...I'm here." All
her fingers were curled back in her palm. "How many reasons left
now?"
"None," She replied, feeling a little like a parrot as she withdrew
her hands uneasily.
"Kathryn, you have to stop worrying about these kinds of reasons.
They're only mild distractions from the bigger issues you have to take into
account. The
only thing I want you to concentrate on right now is whether you actually want
to have this baby or not."
"It's not that simple, Chakotay."
"I know, but you have to start somewhere. At the moment you're trying
to consider everything and you're getting nowhere." Kathryn considered this
for a moment and tapped the edge of the console thoughtfully.
"I did wonder if I'd ever have children one day."
"Did you and Mark ever discuss it?"
"No," She answered truthfully, "One of many untouched
subjects." She lowered her voice significantly, "I'm almost glad he's
on the other side of the galaxy." Chakotay glanced at her in surprise.
"Really? Why?"
"Because I don't have to tell him that I can't marry him anymore."
Kathryn watched the sensor output display, subdued. Chakotay said
nothing. "Is the Delta
Quadrant a good starting point in life? Oh, I know Naomi Wildman is a
wonderful little girl and even I'm proud of her, but Samantha...she and her
husband had already decided to have a baby. Finding out she was pregnant
here was tough, but she was already prepared to go through with it. I
don't know if I'd consider starting a family even if I was in the Alpha Quadrant
right now."
"Because you'd be with Mark?" Chakotay didn't look up from his control
panel.
"Not necessarily." She regarded him suspiciously. "I think
you have to be completely in love and secure with someone before taking a
decision like that." She stared straight ahead, out at the stars.
"I don't think I ever had that kind of security back home." He
didn't notice the searching look she directed at the back of his head.
"We're approaching the system. Anything interesting on sensors?"
Kathryn began to work, although she couldn't help herself wondering whether that kind of
secure love would be possible with anyone else...her eyes drifted for a second
back to Chakotay.
Unbeknownst to her, Chakotay was crouched at his own console pondering over the same concept.
By the end of the day they had landed on one of the planets to collect some
plant specimens and scan for possible resources. Having informed Voyager
of their location and progress, they agreed to rendezvous the following
morning. Chakotay was satisfied - Kathryn had eaten a decent-sized portion of the food he
had placed in front of her without complaint. They passed the rest of the
evening talking quietly, although didn't discuss anything deeper than trivial
matters aboard Voyager. It was still relatively early when Kathryn
announced she would retire to her bunk and, keeping in mind what she'd related
earlier about her difficulty sleeping, he kept his fingers crossed. Sure
enough, when he entered the sleeping quarters an hour later she was sprawled on
the bottom bunk, one arm threatening to fall over the side. When he tucked
her hand back under the blanket she didn't stir, and he climbed into his own
bunk with a light heart. Things were starting to look up.
Somewhere between a dream and a doze, Chakotay
was startled into the real world by a loud crash in the next room. He
scrambled out of bed clumsily and skidded through the shuttle on stiff
legs. There in the main room Kathryn was bracing herself on the back of
one of the chairs, the contents of a medkit and a dark substance spilled around her feet.
Heavily pregnant, her uniform jacket strained against the bulge in her middle.
"Impossible!" Chakotay was at her side in an instant, kicking away
various objects at his feet, however his insides quivered when he realized that
they stood in a pool of blood, although he couldn't see any obvious wounds on
Kathryn.
"It started in the night - please come..." She appeared to be speaking
to someone else, although the control panels didn't report any open
communications channels. He laid a hand on her arm gently. Kathryn's
head snapped round to him and she shook her arm free forcefully, striking him
squarely in the face. He felt a steady stream of blood drip down his cheek
to feed the pool on the floor. "You?! Haven't you done enough? I
don't want you here!" Her body seized up in pain and she clawed the
fabric covering the chair, groaning hoarsely. Her boots slipped a little
in the blood.
"Kathryn?" The look she threw him was full of hate and fury. He
could feel her agony as well as she struggled to stand, wheezing and tearing the
seat covering. The blood on the
floor splashed around his ankles and the bottoms of his sodden trousers felt
like sticky chains.
"GO!" She heaved her body upright and launched herself at him, ready
to attack every part of him she could reach. Rivers of blood ripped
through the air towards him. He raised his arms to protect
himself, and -
"Chakotay?" He woke, his hands stretched towards the dark
ceiling. Turning his head to the left, Kathryn's figure swam in his blurry
vision. As his sight cleared and adjusted to the poor light he gazed
urgently at her face and found only concern in her eyes. He suppressed a
sigh of relief - the memory of her features twisted with hate burned in his
subconscious. "Did you have a bad dream? You were thrashing
about quite a bit."
"It wasn't pleasant. Sorry for waking you up."
"Don't worry about it. Come down to my bunk and tell me about
it. I got you some water." He climbed down out of bed. As she
stifled a yawn he stole a glance to reassure himself that her stomach remained
perfectly unrounded.
"Well, I was in the cargo bay on Voyager..."Chakotay invented, trying
to find a comfortable sitting position on the hard bunk.
"Mm?" Kathryn was already half-asleep and not listening to a word of
the contrived tale. He continued spinning the story until he was sure she
was asleep and leaned over her, lowering his voice to barely a trace of a whisper.
"I know it's too much for you to handle right now, but when you've sorted
out this mess I'll be waiting for you. I'll treat your baby as my own
child or we can keep the whole thing a secret, but we're going to make it work
between us - I'm not foolish enough to let you go. I'll tell you this
someday when you're ready, okay? Don't go anywhere." With that he
shifted himself from her bunk, clambered into his own bed and settled down to sleep, smiling faintly.
Under her facade of slow, regular breathing Kathryn's heart pounded in her
ears. She prayed he didn't notice the solitary tear that escaped down her
cheek, and it was not long before she too fell asleep.
In the morning Kathryn woke up on her bunk
feeling significantly refreshed. She rose from the bunk silently,
feeling some optimism and hope in her heart for the first time in weeks.
"There are some ion storms in the atmosphere, but we should have no trouble
meeting Voyager on time."
"I'm glad to hear it." Kathryn definitely seemed more or less back to
her old self save for some traces of shadow under her eyes, although they
weren't nearly as pronounced as they had been in previous days.
They began their ascent from the planet's surface without incident, however as
Kathryn opened her mouth to say something the shuttle juddered ominously.
"An ion storm?! Why didn't we see it coming?" Her fingers flew
over the controls hurriedly.
"There must have been too much interference for
the sensors to detect it." Chakotay's voice came calmly, although his
brow was furrowed and he was tapping in commands at his console as hastily as
Kathryn. All the correct procedures came to her
automatically - there was no time for panicking.
"Any suggestions?"
"Voyager are on their way, I think if we recalibrate - agh!"
There was a small explosion behind them.
"I'm on it." Chakotay didn't bother to ask how she knew what he was
going to suggest - he was more focused on avoiding more damage to the
shuttle. Just as he was about to inform her that they were almost out of
harm's way a shockwave rocked the shuttle and they were both thrown to the back
of the cabin as the craft lurched violently.
Chakotay woke face down on the floor, willing the
sharp throb in his head to cease. Slowly he became aware of various dull
aches scattered throughout his body and gritted his teeth against the pain as
he took in his surroundings. The lights were dim in the shuttle and the
console screens flickered incessantly, but they seemed to be out of danger for
the time being. There was a movement to his side as Kathryn lifted her
head tentatively. Her uniform jacket was torn and her hair sticky with
dried blood. Her hand scrabbled along the deck, searching for some sense
of bearing.
"Chakotay!" Her cry was urgent and pain-racked, although there was
something else odd about her tone that he couldn't quite grasp through the fog in his
brain. As he crawled towards her it suddenly dawned on him that he had
never heard her sound truly frightened before.
"I'm here, Kathryn. Are you hurt?" Her fingers squeezed his
painfully as she struggled into a sitting position.
"There's something wrong. It doesn't feel right..." She
faltered. A dark drop of blood trickled down her cheek from the cut on her
head, spreading a neat line through the sickly white of her skin. She made no move to wipe it away. Chakotay retrieved a medkit
from the back of the cabin and fumbled with the fastening clip for a moment
before it sprang open, littering the floor with its contents. He snatched up the medical tricorder and brought it
over to Kathryn. She watched him as he passed the scanner over her
carefully, but his expression was inscrutable.
"It must have been damaged when the shockwave hit - it's not working
properly." He flicked the display once or twice before discarding the
instrument carelessly. Kathryn could only stare at him wordlessly - she
was even struggling to breathe around the lump in her throat. "Don't
worry, Kathryn - Voyager isn't far. We can easily hang on until
then." He tried entering in some commands on the panels at the front.
"No use - Voyager would reach us before we'd even come close to completing
any repairs." Kathryn didn't respond - she couldn't do much more than hold
her trembling fingers in her lap as she leant against the bulkhead feeling
completely numb. Chakotay knelt beside her and examined the cut on her
head tenderly, very aware of the strained silence. She flinched slightly
at the contact, but only that and the occasional blink could distinguish her
from a statue. Chakotay could feel himself being pulled into a similar
silent daze, and hurriedly began recounting as many things as he could remember
about the mission as possible. Kathryn inclined her head towards him
slightly, but her eyes remained dead and vacant.
Voyager arrived fairly quickly, but it seemed like an age to Kathryn. She
was dimly aware of Chakotay requesting a direct transport to Sickbay and tried
to ask him something, but couldn't find the words. She was jolted out of
her stupor as she was being helped onto a biobed.
"Commander, please remain seated on the biobed until Mr Paris
arrives." The hologram turned to Kathryn, frowning.
"Doctor?" She pleaded anxiously, knowing she didn't need to clarify
her request. The Doctor passed the scanner over her. His expression
was maddeningly blank, not unlike Chakotay's had been earlier. "What
is it?" The Doctor glanced sideways at Chakotay. "He
knows. Please..."
"Captain, I'm afraid you are...no longer pregnant." Chakotay launched
himself from the biobed at once.
"Did she miscarry?"
"No, she didn't - that's what I can't explain. If she had then my
scans would have revealed that, plus the presence of residual hormones created
by the pregnancy. It's as if...well, as if she was never pregnant at
all."
"Is that possible?" Kathryn asked quietly.
"All results of your previous scans were saved in your medical
records. I'll have Lieutenant Torres run a full diagnostic of my program
and -"
"I don't think that will be necessary, Doctor," Kathryn found herself
staring at her boots again, just as she had when she found out...she averted her
eyes and forced herself to look at the Doctor.
"You are to take leave of duty for at least one week. That's an
order, Captain."
"We'll see." Kathryn regretted the words as soon as she had spoken
them - she felt much too tired to argue.
"I'll could keep you updated every day," Chakotay offered solemnly.
"I can access the logs and from my quarters if need be. I'd rather
not be contacted unless absolutely necessary." She couldn't bear to look at
him, feeling the sorrow and pity in his expression.
Lieutenant Paris entered the Sickbay at that moment, and she was thankful for
the shift in focus from her. Kathryn spent the following twenty minutes
silently willing the Doctor to finish healing her wounds and checking her over
quickly so she could escape to her quarters. When she did finally settle
down in her living area she sat as if waiting for something. Instead of
the immense rush of emotion she expected, she felt nothing more than a vague
sense of confusion. After the relentless cyclone in her brain of recent, the stillness
seemed disconcerting somehow. Gradually a whispered question manifested
itself in the empty space: how was she to cope with the loss of something that never existed in the first
place? She saw herself as a young girl, trudging home in heavy rain after
losing a tennis match. The murmur grew louder and louder inside her mind
like the winds rising that day and, like a child, she shook her head viciously and clamped her hands over
her ears to drown out the storm.
* * *
Commander Chakotay caught sight of the Captain only once the following day while he happened to be on deck three, however she disappeared into her quarters before he could make his presence known to her. From the fleeting glance he didn't distinguish much, except that her eyes appeared rather red. After that all the detours he took to pass through deck three earned him nothing except frustration and some hard looks when he was a few minutes late for meetings. When he was off-duty he toyed endlessly with the idea of contacting Kathryn quickly, and wrote the beginnings of several letters he knew he'd never send. He scrolled through them on a padd quickly, cringing at every second phrase before throwing it aside: I've always admired...You're always so strong...For some time I've wanted to say... He wasn't sure how much time he should let pass, how much space he should give her.
Kathryn returned to duty after all of five days' leave. The Doctor had
made his strong objections known when she informed him and Chakotay of her
decision, however Chakotay rescued her in suggesting that she take shorter duty
shifts for at least another week. The Doctor grudgingly accepted, to her
great relief - having nothing to do felt so unnatural now that three days' leave
was more than enough, and after five days she felt her restlessness eclipsing
the relaxation and resolution brought by the previous days in isolation.
The whole fiasco felt like her mindset had been shaken from its foundations and,
while she had managed to fit most of the pieces back together, some parts still
seemed mixed and scattered.
"Captain on the Bridge." Lieutenant Tuvok's announcement rang through
the room, and Chakotay immediately felt himself uplifted as he heard Kathryn's
light footsteps. He couldn't contain a wide grin as he stood and turned to
greet her. Kathryn felt pangs of pride as she observed every shift
member's
welcoming smile.
"Good morning, everyone. It's good to be back." There was still
a slight odd hint of sadness in her smile and manner, but on the whole she was
in remarkably good spirits and was already slipping back into work with an
enthusiasm and dedication that everyone unconsciously strove to match.
Later that morning a short meeting was held in the Briefing Room to update Captain Janeway on Voyager's status during her absence. As she expected, there was nothing much of great interest and she felt her attention begin to wander slightly. B'Elanna's back was turned as she gestured to an intricate diagram of an engine component and Kathryn couldn't resist meeting Chakotay's glance and rolling her eyes discreetly, exactly as he had done the last time they were in a briefing together. He looked down at his padd quickly, but couldn't hide his smile quickly enough. It was in that moment that some of the puzzle pieces fell into place and she saw everything clearly: Kathryn knew this was the time to settle the score, and now she welcomed the gentle tingling in her fingertips with nothing more than a faint blush.
* * *
Chakotay waited outside Kathryn's quarters
hesitantly, wondering whether stabbing the doorchime quickly had been a good
idea, or whether he should have waited a moment or so to give him time to change his mind.
Don't
be overbearing - she still may not want to see you. The best
approach is casual and friendly, some sensible part of his brain
urged as Kathryn opened the doors looking distracted.
"I'm here in an official capacity." He announced stupidly, holding his
padd like a shield. That
sensible part of his brain was now swearing loudly.
"That's a shame - I was just about to invite you over on unofficial
business." A wry smile danced around her features, "Come in, Chakotay
- if I remember correctly your duty shift just ended, so you can't really be
here in an official capacity." His brow quivered and he deposited the
padd on a side table quickly before hovering awkwardly.
"I wanted to know how you are," He said simply.
"Oh...I'm all right. Still a little numb. But all right."
"I know." It was strange to think how much meaning he could express in
two small words. "You're so strong, Kathryn. I've never met
anyone like you, but there has a limit to how much pressure even you can
handle." She rubbed the fading crease on her forehead absently and smiled
when he caught her eye.
"I don't know what I would have done without you. Thank you."
She lowered her eyes and walked to the viewport, "The tricorder on the
shuttle wasn't malfunctioning, was it?"
"No. But I wasn't sure what to think when the scan didn't reveal
anything more than a bump on the head." He joined her tentatively, watching
the stars pass by the ship.
"I won't pretend that this wasn't difficult, but it was different - so
unlike anything I've ever faced. Should I be grieving? Can you lose
something that never existed? It's given me so much to think about, but I
won't try to forget it. I know I'll get through it, somehow." She
exhaled softly, trying to relieve some of the tension in her neck. "Was this some sort of test of Q's?
Did he find a better candidate to have a child with? I'm so angry...but
should I be?"
"You can't always help what you feel, Kathryn," She glanced at him
sideways, wondering if that was all he was referring to.
"Part of me wants him to explain why...the other part of me wants to wring his
neck."
"He brought us closer together," Chakotay offered quietly.
Kathryn thought for a moment and turned slowly to him, drawing a deep breath.
"I heard what you said to me on the shuttle - when you thought I was
asleep." They both stood hesitantly. As if on the edge of a
precipice, neither barely dared to breathe for a moment. Kathryn saw
Chakotay open his mouth to speak and took a running jump before he could begin,
throwing caution and sense to the wind.
"I do need to discuss an official matter with you, though," She
gabbled quickly, not giving him a chance to interrupt. "An issue that
we need to address...regarding crew relations and protocol."
She looked pointedly at him, letting the heat in her blood guide her expression. He relaxed visibly and let himself be pulled
towards her.
"Really? What about this protocol?" Kathryn slipped her arms about
his neck and lowered her voice to a whisper.
"'Hell with it." She held his head away from hers steadily, "But,
for the record, any hint of non-professional relations between the command team
should be
treated as an act of gross misconduct. As your superior officer I ought to
undertake a full investigation...." Chakotay smiled finally, drawing her to him easily.
"I love you too, Kathryn."
~ End ~
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Additional notes: Thank you to VAMB members Elorie Alton and Spiletta for their kind
replies to my question about Voyager's shuttles. For those who are
interested, Janeway and Chakotay travelled in (and damaged) a Type 9 shuttle in
this story. Some might say that particular shuttle is a little too spiffy
for a two-person away mission, I say...er, the command team deserves the best(?)
This was my first Voyager fic and the first story I've written in rather
a long time. I wrote the story primarily because I wanted to read an
alternate ending to The Q and the Grey - I didn't find any, so I wrote my
own. No doubt I'll find dozens of fics like this now. Such is
life...
I was never an especially good writer to begin with and I'm hopelessly out of
practice now. I'll try to do better next time, haha.
Oh, and I must note that I found it nigh on impossible to think of a title for
this piece, mostly because I wasn't quite happy with the way it turned
out. The title is awful, I know - believe it or not, I actually thought of
it as a joke ("What's the most vague title I can think of?") before
realizing the connection between that and the episode title.
Any comments, questions, suggestions for a better title etc. to miss_myu@hotmail.com