jhelenoftrek:

This.  Cause @emmikamikatze.  Not listing the prompt so as not to spoil. 

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“Give me your hand,” he says, lying prone over the edge of
the rocky peak.  She groans.  Her legs are aching and her fingertips are
sore from the climb which they have been enduring for the last hour.  “Come on,” he urges.  “Another half-meter and you’ll get your
reward.”

“Next time…” she pants.
“We try….” Then her legs surge upward with a last ounce of
strength.  “A smaller….” She throws her
hand at him. “Mountain.”

With a grunt he yanks her up.  They lie still on the ground for a moment.  Then, a broad grin grows over both faces as they realize that together have made it.  

He helps them both up onto their feet.  Only now can they fully enjoy the
spectacular view.  They are above a dense canopy
of lush trees.  Far below he can make out a river which twinkles in the light from a perfect, blue
sky above.  All of these are eclipsed only by
how beautiful she looks, fully exerted, heart pounding and with a smile that
could conquer the entire planet.

The slight breeze is another reward as it quickly works to
cool them off.  Her hand is still firmly
wrapped around his but neither seem to notice this act is out of the ordinary, or care to let go.

She lifts her head with a final release of air.  “You were right,” she agrees. “The view was definitely worth the work it
took to get here.”

“Told you.”

The next thing they hear forces them both back into
reality.  

‘Tuvok to Captain Janeway,’
her badge beeps.

She sighs.  “Janeway
here.”

‘All teams have reported
back.  We are ready to depart.’

She turns back to regard Chakotay.  “I guess our reward was short lived.”

“Next time we’ll climb faster,” he chides her with a shrug.  She allows them one last extended moment,
then with a squeeze of his hand she asks Tuvok to have them transported home.

They materialize on the rear-most, upper landing of the
bridge.  

“Mr. Paris,” she says, beginning to walk down to command level.  She doesn’t feel that she’s
practically dragging Chakotay along behind her. “Standard departure.  Leave
orbit and resume our previous course.”  

By
now, all of the eyes on the bridge are watching the command team in some covert way or
another.

“Commander,” she says turning to Chakotay.  “I’ll be in my ready room, you have the
bridge.”

At this Tom lets out a small chuckle.  

“Problem Mr. Paris?” she asks as Chakotay diverts his eyes
to the floor.

“No ma’am, but…”

“Yes?” she urges impatiently.  She is hot and sweaty and impatient to freshen up.

“If you want him to have the bridge and you’re going in your
ready room…” the helmsman trails off, hoping not to have to state the obvious.

“Yes?” she asks again, leaning her head toward him in even more annoyance. 

“You might have to let go of his hand.”

Her face flushes and she drops Chakotay like a hot iron.  Tom turns back to the viewscreen.

“Yes, well.  Good
climb Commander,” she says with a nod.  “Post
haste on the departure, shall we?”

“Aye, Captain,” he replies.
“Post haste.”

I love this so much 🙂

mia-cooper:

(For @lodessa @cheile @katesfire82 @carlynroth and @jhelenoftrek because reasons.)

“I don’t know what to do. They just keep showing up.”

She’d be wringing her hands if they weren’t currently being tongue-bathed by a cocker spaniel called “Buster Kincaid” and an excitable Dalmatian bearing a tag reading “Captain Proton”.

Chakotay tugs his ear in consternation. “How many do you have now?”

“Going on a hundred and thirty.” Kathryn blows a lock of hair out of her forehead. “Even Tuvok sent one. Look,” she gestures to a Great Dane, possibly the only well-behaved puppy of the lot, seated regally by the door.

Chakotay can’t help the twitch of his mouth as he reads the dog’s collar tag. “T’Paws?”

She rolls her eyes. “The Vulcan idea of a joke. Chakotay, seriously, why does the crew keep sending me puppies?”

“Maybe they’ve taken a leaf out of Q’s book,” he teases.

“Hush your mouth. Honestly, though, if they wanted to cheer me up, couldn’t they have baked me some coffee cake? What am I going to do with all these dogs?”

“Well, have they cheered you up?”

Kathryn bites her lip, glancing around at the heaving mass of fur surrounding her. A greyhound named “Eight of Nine” is chasing a fluffy labradoodle called “Naomi Woofman”. A schnauzer with endearing eyebrows whose tag reads “Chief” is supervising a pair of identical border collies named “Thing 1” and “Thing 2”, whom Kathryn vaguely remembers were a gift from the Delaney twins. A haughty Doberman called “Doc” regards the merriment from his position on the couch beside her. Kathryn can’t help grinning.

“There you are, then,” Chakotay says, satisfied. “And actually, I do have an idea.”

“Yes?”

“Well, animal companions have long been used as part of therapy for people who are stressed or depressed, and since the end of the Dominion War there’s a lot of that going around. Why not set up a dog therapy ranch? You’d be doing a great public service.”

Kathryn cocks her head to one side, looking for all the world (though Chakotay keeps this thought firmly to himself) like the Irish setter in the framed picture on the mantelpiece behind her. “Actually, Chakotay, that’s a wonderful idea. Why don’t you do it?”

“Me?”

“Yes, you! You’d be wonderful at it! I always said you were Voyager’s unofficial counsellor. This is a perfect career opportunity for you.”

“But Kathryn –”

“Yes?”

Chakotay tugs his ear again. “Does this mean you don’t want to keep my gift?”

“What gift?”

In answer, Chakotay puts two fingers to his mouth and lets out a glass-shattering whistle. There’s the thud of puppy footsteps, and a black Labrador puppy thunders through the open door and leaps onto Kathryn’s lap, its entire rear end wagging enthusiastically.

She lifts his name tag. “Warrior?” she reads, raising an eyebrow.

Chakotay shifts his feet. “You can change his name if you want.”

“I don’t think so.” Kathryn places the puppy gently beside her and rises, walking over to her erstwhile first officer. “In fact,” she continues, resting her hand on his chest, “I wouldn’t change a thing about him.”

Chakotay’s eyes crinkle at the corners as she steps even closer. “Really?”

“Really,” she says as she reaches up on tiptoe, “he’s perfect just the way he is.”

A chorus of howls and yips is the backdrop to their very first kiss.

trekpositive:

Janeway wishes you the best of luck on your finals! If you’re still studying, she believes in you, even if you need coffee to keep you going (just don’t overwork yourself!)

emmikamikatze:

I wish we were at least given a scene where Janeway and Chakotay are dancing.

That’s not too much to ask. They are the Command Duo. It would have been appropriate at social functions, first contact celebrations etc. etc. pp.

I’m not even asking for a foreground scene. Just them happily dancing away in the background. Maybe Kathryn hesitating and blushing when Chakotay asks her for a dance. Maybe Tuvok giving her an encouraging nod. Maybe Tom giving Harry or B’Elanna a knowing smirk.

I’m really just asking for the little moments.