Disclaimer: I don't own Trek, Janeway, Chakotay or any moths. Despite the fact that they seem to think of my bedroom as some type of haven. (The moths that is, not Janeway or Chakotay- sharing a room with them could get awkward...)

AN: After watching 'The Cloud' I wondered what animal Chuckles' spirit guide could possibly be. I doubted that it would be something as obvious as a bear or a big cat of some sort. So, I'm lying in bed, wondering about what animal it might be, when a small fluttering sound caught my attention. It was a moth. A small, brown moth trapped between my curtains and the window. I tried to...'encourage' it to leave me in peace, but it didn't relent, and so I was kept up half the night by its irritating presence. I eventually fell asleep after plotting various ways I could remove my annoying guest, and this is the slightly wacky outcome. Can you guess which episode this might precede?

Dedications: to the moth that was eventually coaxed out of the house, only to return and be eaten by my cat. And my beta, who makes an interesting point about Ocampan reproduction...

AK :)

Chakotay watched the moth flutter around lazily. Suddenly, the flight of the moth was cut short by a long, pink tongue that snatched the insect out of the air and pulled it back to be caught between two scaly jaws that quickly snapped shut. It was trapped.
Chakotay jumped up in alarm, and turned to see a small, pale lizard perched on a log in the middle of the clearing. He couldn't believe what he had just seen.
The lizard simply stared back, a look of feigned innocence on its reptilian features. Chakotay saw something in its gaze that was familiar to him somehow.
"Now that I've managed to tear you away from your spiritual retreat, Commander, do you think that we could perhaps get back to discussing the issue of the pre-fire chamber temperature?"
Chakotay jumped again, spinning to the origin of the husky voice that he had grown to know over the past eighteen months.
Captain Kathryn Janeway's tongue flicked out to lick her lips, her face locked in her command mask, and Chakotay knew he was as trapped by her steely gaze as his spirit guide was by the lizard's mouth.

Please know that no moths (real, fictional or spiritual) were harmed in the making of this double drabble. It was the cat's fault.

Any and all comment welcome. AK :)