would anyone be interested in getting a discord going that is specifically for chatting about voyager and/or getting to know people by talking about the world’s best starship? I know that the book club has one, but this would be a lot more general (with more casual fans as well) and a place to make friends in the fandom
just a thought idk let me know
this is for @ejc74656 who prompted me with “why are you bleeding?”
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Chakotay wiped the sweat quickly from his forehead before continuing his onslaught on the black punching bag before him. That. *punch* Damned. *punch* Woman. *punch* *punch* Thinks. *punch* She. *punch* Knows. *punch* Everything. *punch*
He had come to the workout room with the goal of releasing a little pent-up energy after one of the longest shifts of his life. Not only had Kathryn yet again refused to listen to any of his suggestions, but she had also managed to concoct another elaborate suicide mission behind his back. And he had almost let her get away with it. Chakotay took a deep breath and tore off his gloves. The more he thought about it, the angrier he felt. The empty workout room was just about the only place it was acceptable to release said anger.
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Several hours later, his combadge chirped from the nearby bench where he’d abandoned it when he first came in. Chakotay strode over to the bench and sat down, finally exhausted. He sighed and reached over to retrieve the badge, “Chakotay here.”
“Chakotay,” came Kathryn’s even voice, “please report to my quarters.”
“I’m on my way.” Chakotay sighed again and stood up. What could she possibly want now? He quickly gathered his things and walked out of the room into the corridor, heading toward his quarters. She hadn’t sounded urgent, so he figured he could at least change his clothes on the way.
Not five minutes later, Chakotay stood in front of the Captain’s quarters wearing a fresh uniform. He pressed the chime and waited for her answering “come” before entering.
“You wanted to see me, Captain?”
“Please, have a seat.” Kathryn gestured toward the space on the couch next to her. He sat. “I want to apologize.”
Well, this was new.
“I should have listened to you. What I said was wrong.” She closed her eyes and took a deep breath, “I just have such a hard time remembering that I don’t have to do this on my own. I feel so protective of the crew sometimes… I end up thinking that things will just be easier if I handle it all on my own. I know how frustrating I must be, I’m sorry.”
Chakotay stared at her. This show of emotion was so rare. He was shocked.
“Kathryn, you know you can trust me with anything.” Chakotay moved closer on the couch and reached out to place his hand atop hers.
“Of course I know that, Chakotay,” she responded seriously, turning on the couch to face him and flipping her hand to grip his hand tightly, “I just-” she stopped suddenly to look down at their joined hands, “Chakotay, why are you bleeding?”
Chakotay joined her in looking down at his hand, “oh, that.” He was just now noticing his cracked knuckles which oozed a few drops of blood and had suddenly begun to ache.“It’s nothing really, just left over from my workout,” Chakotay answered, trying to sound nonchalant.
“Why didn’t you wear gloves?” Kathryn moved quickly to a cabinet near her desk.
“I don’t know. It just feels more real somehow. More therapeutic.”
Kathryn returned quickly, holding a dermal regenerator. She sat down and pulled both of his hands into her lap. She then began gently running the device over his injured knuckles. When she finished, she set the regenerator aside and softly ran the tips of her fingers over the newly regrown skin. She continued to look down at his hands as she asked quietly, “was this because of me?”
Chakotay paused for a moment before nodding ever so slightly. Kathryn pulled away and turned to face forward on the couch, not looking at him.
“I’m sorry. This is all my fault, Chakotay. If I could just learn to not be so damned selfish all the time, we wouldn’t be in this situation.” Chakotay sat and watched for a moment as Kathryn hung her head and covered her face with her hands. “I’m so sorry, Chakotay,” she repeated.
This woman will be the end of me, he thought. Chakotay slid slowly along the couch until their thighs were practically touching and stretched his right arm around her shoulders, pulling her close, “look at me.”
She hesitated for a moment, then slowly removed her hands and turned to meet his gaze.
“We’ll get through this, Kathryn. The same way we always do,” he raised his other hand to brush his thumb across her cheek, “together.”
She nodded and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling him into a tight hug, “together.”
what do y’all think would have happened if that idiot Cavit hadn’t died? like would he just step down so Chakotay could be the the “token maquis” and balance out that power to get the maquis crew in line?? but then like what exactly would he DO?? idk i’ve just been thinking about it for some reason
8 – Ex Post Facto
Best Janeway Moment: I didn’t realize the banter between Janeway and Chakotay was so good this early on but when Chakotay uses his secret maneuver and Janeway calls it old and he’s all like “well it worked against Star Fleet” and Janeway’s all like lol ur lucky I wasn’t captaining – like I am LIVING for this
Best Janeway Moment: this is totally more of a scene but how amazing is seeing Janeway lounging around her quarters talking to the alien (which is very emotional if you ask me) and she’s only wearing that pink silky thing?!? and how on earth does her hair look such goals even after being asleep??
I just realized that Most of the time Kathryn Janeway smiled because of/ for Chakotay. Sometimes, he was the only reason she smiled. And when she did… everything was alright in the world.
you are… absolutely right.
Conditional
“Kathryn! Welcome!”
“Am I too early? I know we had dinner set for 19:00, but my shift ended ahead of schedule and I could hardly wait to see your new place.”
It had been nearly three months since the return of Voyager, and the former command team had continued their weekly dinners, often meeting at restaurants or one of their quarters. This week, however; Chakotay had invited Kathryn for a home-cooked meal at his brand new house.
After their return to the Alpha Quadrant, the crew had all been assigned apartments on Starfleet grounds with a temporary lease of a hundred days. Many of the crew had already found new residences and begun to disperse themselves.
“Of course you’re not too early, Kathryn. You’re always welcome here,” Chakotay assured her, ushering her inside with a hand to her lower back, “come on, I’ll give you the grand tour.”
Chakotay lead Kathryn through the different rooms in the home, telling her about the various decorations and functions he planned to incorporate into each one. Finally, they came to the library.
“Chakotay this is absolutely wonderful,” Kathryn exclaimed, looking around at the floor to ceiling shelves packed full of books, “but where did all of these books come from?”
“Well the previous owners left a few behind and I’ve been building my collection since we got back,” Chakotay reached out and lead her by the hand, "I figured you’d like this section over here.”
Kathryn turned to look at the shelves behind her and immediately smiled. The particular shelf he had been referring to contained all of her favorite classics. Front and center was her copy of Dante that she had loaned to him all those years ago.
“You can have it back if you like, I just thought it looked at home here.”
Kathryn turned to look up at him, “It does, doesn’t it?”
There was a pause then, before Chakotay slowly stepped closer and pulled her into a gentle kiss. It wasn’t their first, but it was sweet and slow and promised many good things to come.
As they pulled apart, Chakotay seemed to be preoccupied, as if he was searching for the right words.
“Kathryn, I’ve been thinking, I know that once your lease ends, you’ll have to find somewhere to live off of Starfleet headquarters…” Chakotay trailed off.
“Yes. I suppose I will…” Kathryn began, smiling gently in encouragement.
“Why don’t you just move in here? I have an extra room and plenty of living space… I’m even willing to make space in the kitchen for that shuttlecraft of yours you call a coffee maker. After all, we basically lived together on Voyager for years and…” Chakotay trailed off, sensing she was no longer listening.
Kathryn looked up at Chakotay and frowned, “I’m sorry Chakotay, this place just doesn’t have what I need…”
“Oh.”
Chakotay looked down at his shoes and tried not to look as disappointed as he felt. Meanwhile, Kathryn seemed not to be paying him any attention.
“After all, that room you claim is the master bathroom doesn’t have a bathtub. How would you expect me to live like that?”
Chakotay looked up at her in shock, stumbling to find his words, “well I suppose something could be arranged…”
Kathryn nodded and placed her hands on her hips, “good.”
Chakotay was silent for a minute, “was that a yes?”
“Yes, Chakotay. Of course, I’ll move in with you,” Kathryn laughed at the grin on his face, “only on the one condition that you build me a bathtub.”
“Your wish is my command, Admiral.”
Chakotay gave a joyful laugh and reached out to pull her into his arms, hugging her tight around her waist. Kathryn looked up at Chakotay and for a moment the two simply smiled at each other. Kathryn then reached around his neck and pulled him down into a passionate kiss.
“And I don’t think I’ll be needing that spare room.”
The eight-ball tilted and tipped into the pocket, clunking against the other balls and finding its final resting place.
A large smile radiated on Kathryn Janeway’s face as she called it, “I guess that makes three games in a row.”
A huff escaped him. “Yep, it sure does,” and then under his breath, “it seems no matter how much you drink you still can run the table.”
She stood erect and pushed her shoulders back, loosening the stiffness in her back.
“Kathryn,” he called, “it’s time to go. We are the last two people here and we are never the last ones to leave a party.”
She tilted her head defiantly. “I’m not ready to leave yet.”
He took a step towards her and reached out his hand, “Come on. I know everyone, especially you, is just blowing off some steam since our last encounter with the Hirogen, but we still have early shift tomorrow. Besides, you have had a few too many glasses of Neelix’s special punch.”
Shrugging her shoulders, still not convinced, she simply said, “Let me do what I want.”
She looked cute as hell with the little elf’s hat she was still wearing. In the spirit of the season, Neelix had decorated Sandrine’s with a Christmas flare, including some of the traditional Santa and his elves attire. Tom had placed the green and red hat on her head about half way through the evening and she hadn’t taken it off since.
The way she looked at him, a small pout on her face, turned his thoughts naughty towards one of Santa’s little helpers. He needed to get her back to her quarters, safe and sound, and then beat a quick retreat – just to keep the festivities kosher.
“Listen Kathryn, I’m not leaving you here, alone, with the jigalow. Plus, he’s been eyeing you all night in that dress.”
She wrinkled her eyebrows. “What’s wrong with my dress?”
“Nothing, that’s the problem!” In fact, the dress was perfect – red and fitted with a slight swirl above her knees. It reminded him what good shape she was in and what a desirable shape she had.
“Ahh,” she said, tapping a finger against her lips, “then are you jealous?” Slowly, she sauntered over to the jigalow, whom had propped himself on a stool not to far from where she was playing. Looking into his eyes, she quirked a half smile before running a hand through the holodeck character’s hair.
He took hold of her palm as it fell back to her side and gently raised it to his lips, kissing the soft skin on the inside of her wrist.
*”Damn, now I am,”* he thought. “Okay, enough playing. Now, come on. Put the cue stick down and let’s go. I’ll walk you back to your quarters.”
“No.”
“Kathryn…,” he paused a warning in his tone.
“Come over here and make me, Commander,” she dared.
Chakotay stared at her in disbelief as she pushed the cue behind her back, wrapping her hands firmly around the shaft. Kathryn then pushed her chest out like a rooster and squared her shoulders. She had never been so belligerent, but fuck if it wasn’t turning him on.
He stalked over to her as she planted her feet, her back to the pool table.
Casually he tried reaching around her for the wooden stick, but she maneuvered it out of his reach. Quickly he tried grabbing it with his other hand, thinking her reflexes wouldn’t be as fast with so much alcohol in her system. Again, she avoided him.
He tried a couple more times with no success and she giggled. “Not as easy to get as you assumed,” she teased, the double entendre evident.
Finally, he asserted himself, broad arms both reaching around her at the same time as if in an embrace and his formidable body pressing against her.
As she twisted her body to keep the cue from him her breasts grazed his arm and her hips pushed back against him. “What else could I be doing to blow off steam if not here,” she asked him flirtatiously, catching his eye.
Unexpectedly, he bent his lips to her ear and her body stiffened. “If you aren’t careful Captain, I’ll be helping you blow off steam until the early morning hours – until you can’t even see straight.”
Her mouth dropped open in shock as the cue fell from her hands, bouncing against the pool table before tumbling to the floor.
Chakotay released her, moving down her body as he bent to retrieve the cue, collecting it in his hand.
Her stare followed him, eyes smoked in desire.
When he stood, he took the cue and threw it onto the pool table, his eyes coming to rest on hers’. Chakotay saw his opening and he took it. Reaching up, he twined his fingers into the tresses of her hair that reached her neck and tilted her head up to him. His other hand grasped her by the waist and leaned her back over the pool table. In perfect position, he bent his body over her and lowered his mouth, running his lips over hers’.
At first, Kathryn remained still, her breath caught in her throat. But as his luscious lips moved over her mouth, pressing and tasting, her lips began to respond. Her lips parted and she took his lower lip between her teeth, nibbling and then sucking. Her hands moved around his waist and she pulled him closer, as if she wanted his body to rest atop her, laying themselves out on the felt of the pool table.
Deeply buried desire escaped in the form of moans, breaking their passionate kiss.
And then the moment passed. Eyes still hazy with want, Kathryn regained a sense of control, pressing a palm on his chest as she tried to move herself upright.
Chakotay disentangled his hand from her hair and planted it on the table for balance, pulling them back into a standing position. A mild apology sprung from his lips, “I couldn’t help myself. You look so damn cute with that hat still on.”
She arched a questioning eyebrow in his direction. “You are blaming the hat,” she enquired breathless.
“No, I’m blaming you. You told me to come over here.”
“He’s right Captain,” came the feminine voice. They both turned abruptly to see B’Elanna standing there, a pair of dice being thrown in the air and then caught within her clutch. “Tom forgot his lucky dice,” she explained nonchalantly. Turning to leave, she tossed over her shoulder, “See you both….around.”
this is wonderful! I laughed out loud at the end 😂😍
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