Good Morning Voyager: The Jeffries Tube Incident [Part Two]

by ALM_Voyager

"Ahem," Kathryn cleared her throat. "What now, Commander." Their noses were practically touching.

"Can you turn a little to the right, please? My elbow is wedged and if I can get it free I might be able to sneak by and . ." he paused when Kathryn yelped out loud. "What's wrong?"

"My hair!" She gasped and tried to move her head but winced.

"Torres to the Captain."

Chakotay tried to assess the damage, "I think it's stuck, Kathryn."

"That's not what I want to hear! Get it out!" She cried.

"Captain?!" the combadge chirped again. "What's going on?"

"Not NOW, Torres," Kathryn yelled in frustration and was happy to hear no further communication.

Chakotay took one deep breath and burst into laughter, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry so sorry." He took a deep breath, tears running down his face, "Gotta take down the bun and try to loosen the hair from whatever edge it's stuck on." He moved slightly so that Kathryn was under him. Edging himself up he propped himself up on one elbow and assessed the damage. "Uh huh."

"What?" Kathryn seemed worried. It *was* her hair, after all.

"Hang on, almost got it--" the ship shuddered violently throwing Chakotay off balance and smack on top of Kathryn.

"Owe, Chakotay," she pushed at his chest to try and move his weight off of him.

"Sorry," he went to move himself off of her but couldn't.

"Chakotay, get *off*," Kathryn said.

"I can't. My foot is stuck," he said, exhaustion sinking into his voice.

"Stuck where?! How could you be stuck too?!" Kathryn was going to have to check herself into sickbay after this experience.

"How the hell do I know," the ship rocked again.

"Chakotay, can you tap my combadge for me. Now *my* arm is wedged under you," she rolled her eyes. She felt his finger tap the combadge on her chest with a little more irritated force than she had hoped for and returned his gesture with a warning glare.

"Janeway to Torres, what is going on out there," she asked.

"That's what I was *trying to tell you. We're under attack," Torres sounded annoyed. "But don't worry, it's being handled."

Another shudder rocked the couple in the jeffries tube and they clung to each other out of a natural reaction for a split second before releasing their grips.

"B'Elanna, when Tuvok is finished getting my ship the hell out of this mess, please send a team down to retrieve the Commander and myself," Kathryn closed her eyes with those words and wanted desperately to smack Chakotay when he started laughing against her neck.

"Retrieve you?" B'Elanna was obviously confused.

"Yes, we're stuck," Janeway explained.

"Stuck where?!" B'Elanna's voice was raising higher and higher by the moment.

"Just get someone down here. And B'Elanna . . . keep it simple please."

"Well," she turned to look up at Chakotay, "that's that. They should be here soon."

"How about a kiss, Kathryn?" Chakotay smiled slyly.

"Don't push it commander, note the position of my knee," she gave her own wicked glance. "Save it for later," she chuckled.

"Aye, Captain!" he smiled and kissed her tenderly on the nose.

"Okay," came the voice from the opposite end of the jeffries tube, "I've gotten the Commander's foot lose."

"Almost done with the Captain's hair," B'Elanna smiled with the words. "There we go," she stated. "Captain, you can edge on out from Jeffries tube thirteen. Chakotay go back through tube twelve."

"Thanks, thanks a whole bunch . . ." Chakotay muttered as he made his way down the tube, "four hours later and they *finally* come get us out." He could hear Kathryn muttering from jeffries tube twelve on her way out.

"I have a goddamn headache, and all because it took four hours . . FOUR HOURS . . . what the hell happened, I want a full report but first I'm going to sickbay" her words faded as they both made their way out on opposites sides of the ship.

Continued In Part Three!

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