Authors Note: I based this on. What if they had met at the Academy? What if
she took Tuvok's place on the Liberty? This is what I think might have
happened.
Meant to be Together Part 1- Finding You Cadet Kathryn Janeway barreled around the corner, skidded on the damp floor, and crashed into another cadet, sending them both sprawling across the hallway in a hopeless tangle of limbs, books, and PADDs. Great. Running late and I have to get myself into this. Grimacing at the ache in her left arm, she pushed herself up, hoping she hadn't twisted it too badly, and ruefully surveyed the hallway. "Nice work," came a dry male voice from her right. "You trying to kill yourself or something?" She sighed and let her head loll back on her shoulders. "No, actually I was trying to get to class." "Well, you certainly seem to have a unique way of doing it," he quipped. She turned towards the sound of his voice, intending to shoot him one of her lethal deathglares, but her head went totally blank of its own volition. He was gorgeous. Drop-dead gorgeous. There was no other word for it. He lay on his side, head propped on hand, flashing her an insolent but highly seductive grin as he winked at her. It was all she could do to keep from openly gaping at him. "So," he continued, "which class were you heading to?" With an effort, she regained her wits. "Interspecies ethics." "Well," he said with another smile, "that makes two of us." She groaned inwardly and began to collect her books. "Aren't you going to help?" she snapped. "Oh, pardon me," he said with complete insincerity, sitting up and joining her in her attempt to organize the mess. "What's your name?" he asked as they worked. "Kathryn Janeway. And you are...?" "Chakotay." He tucked the last of his books under his arm and stood, extending a hand to help her up. She took it grudgingly and let him pull her to her feet. "Come on, I'll walk you to class," he said, setting off down the corridor. She fell into step beside him, uncomfortably aware of the lingering ache in her arm. Kathryn was dimly conscious of his saying something as they walked, but her head was swimming and she couldn't make out the words. Her arm was throbbing hard and she felt surprisingly dizzy. She stopped and leaned heavily against the wall, squeezing her eyes tight shut as she strove to force away the stars dancing in front of her eyes. It appeared her fall had affected her more than she thought. Chakotay had paused as well and stood watching her with a concerned expression on his face. "Kathryn, are you alright?" he asked worriedly. In answer, she pressed a hand to her forehead as though it would help clear her brain. "Ohh... my head..." Her vision was getting blurrier by the second and her knees suddenly buckled. She heard Chakotay's panicked shout of "Kathryn!" from a long way off and vaguely noticed a strong pair of arms encircle her waist before blackness overcame her and she plunged headlong into nothingness. [pic] Kathryn awoke slowly to the harsh blue lights of the Academy hospital. Blinking, she began to get up, but let herself sink back to the bed almost immediately when her head started to go fuzzy again. The doctor's face hove into view above her. "Feel better?" "Yes," she croaked through a dry mouth. "Good." He injected her with a hypospray. "This should take care of any more dizziness." She swallowed hard. "What... what happened?" "You fainted. Shock from spraining your arm." "Oh." She inhaled deeply. "How did I get here?" "Cadet Chakotay carried you in. He wanted to stay with you, but I insisted he go back to class." He helped her sit up properly. "Speaking of which, you should be heading there yourself." "Right," she said and hopped off the biobed. "Thank you, Doctor." He acknowledged her with a nod and turned back to his console as she hurriedly walked out of sickbay. [pic] She broke into a light run as she caught sight of the chronometer on the wall. She was already forty-five minutes late for class, but with any luck she would get there in time for the professor's explanation of their next homework assignment. Arriving in a flurry outside the classroom, she took a moment to regain her composure, then quietly opened the door. Twenty heads swiveled to scrutinize her and she blushed in embarrassment, wishing she could simply slink back out of view. "You're late," the professor stated sternly. "Sorry, sir," she said sheepishly. "I, um, sprained my arm." "Sprained your arm?" he asked incredulously, and the class tittered. "Yes, sir." "All right," he said gruffly. "I'll excuse you this time. Take a seat." Gratefully she slumped into the only empty chair left- as fate would have it, right next to Chakotay. She leaned over and poked him in the arm. "Hey, uh, thanks for taking me to Medical." "You're welcome," he said and smirked, "but didn't you forget something?" "What?" Kathryn asked warily. "Where are your books?" Her mouth fell open in shock as she remembered they hadn't been there when she woke up in sickbay- which meant she had to have dropped them when she fainted. Which, in turn, meant that they were three hallways and one staircase away. Beside her, Chakotay clucked his tongue in mock reproach, reached down to his feet, and handed her a neatly stacked pile of books. "You owe me big, Cadet," he hissed playfully, and went back to his work. She pulled herself together and opened her text, but she couldn't concentrate. Instead, she was unable to keep her eyes off Chakotay, his broad shoulders, jet-black hair and tanned skin. She didn't realize she was staring until he snapped his head towards her without warning. Blushing, she glanced away immediately, but it was too late. He'd seen her. He pivoted and stretched far out of his seat. "You know, you really should be studying," he murmured cheekily. She stole a quick glimpse of the room. The professor was busy writing something on the board, his back to the class, and the other cadets were engrossed in their studies. Safe, for the time being. She looked back at Chakotay. "So should you," she countered hotly. He licked his lips, and she resisted the urge to throw him on the ground and kiss him senseless. It was almost as if he knew what he was doing to her. She bit her tongue hard and he flashed her an impish little bad boy grin, dimples in full force. "I don't need to." His face was mere inches from hers. Kathryn was suddenly aware of her heart pounding in her chest and fought to keep her breathing even. Luckily for her, the bell rang at that moment and he quickly returned to a respectable position, saving her from having to react. She started as she heard the professor dismissing the class. Aiming to avoid Chakotay to the best of her ability, she rose, gathered her books, and was the first one out the door. He caught up with her outside the building. "Kathryn!" She whirled in disbelief as she heard his voice. How on earth had he managed to single her out from the crowd of bustling, jostling cadets long enough to see where she went? Kathryn glared at him as he screeched to a halt at her feet. "What is it?" she growled. "I've been thinking, Cadet," he began, completely undaunted by her grouchy tone, "that you really owe me quite a lot. And based on that, it only seems fair that you should pay me back." "And what, exactly, do I have the honor of owing in this debt?" "Well," he went on, "first you ran into me this morning. Then, when you fainted as a result of that fall, I carried you all the way to Medical, making myself late in the process. And then, seeing that you were in no situation to mind your own books, I took them to class for you." He stopped, ran a hand through his hair. "Need I go on?" "Fine," she snapped, only wishing she could get rid of him. "What do you want?" He smiled. "You." Books and PADDs fell to the ground unnoticed as Chakotay moved forward and jammed his mouth over hers, pinning her to the wall behind. Stunned, she found herself responding with equal passion, winding her arms about his neck and sharply jerking him back when they broke apart for air, desperately trying to satisfy her thirst. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, swirling it around to dance with his and feeling a throbbing between her legs as desire spiraled up her belly. Reluctantly he let go of her, chest heaving raggedly, eyes burning with a raging fire. She stared dumbly as he collected his books and straightened to face her. "I want you," he repeated with a sly grin, "but for now, I'll settle for a date." "What... when?" was all she could splutter. "Tonight, nineteen hundred hours, the Night Owl." He leaned in close and his words brushed against her skin. "Don't be late." Kathryn stood motionless as Chakotay walked away, still in shock from the intensity of their kiss, the implications of what she'd gotten herself into only just beginning to sink in. She'd barely been able to stop herself from ripping his clothes off during class. How the hell was she supposed to survive a date? [pic] That night, she adjusted her dress one last time, pushed open the door of the Night Owl, and stepped inside, searching for Chakotay. Spotting him sitting in a corner booth, she headed over, doing her level best to still her thudding heart. Like her, he had shed his uniform and wore black pants, topped by a baggy, V-necked T-shirt and sleeveless jacket. His hair was slicked back to complete the look and not for the first time did she notice how incredibly cute he was. He rose when she neared and made as if to kiss her, but pulled away at the last second, chuckling at the expression of consternation on her face. "You look good," he said by way of greeting, unabashedly eyeing her from head to foot as he did so. "So do you," she replied coldly, but honestly. He dropped back into the booth and moved over to make room for her, patting the empty space in an unspoken invitation. Stone-faced, she slid in beside him, determined to show no hint of any desire whatsoever. However, for all her resolve, she couldn't stifle a gasp when he slipped an arm around her waist and placed a gentle kiss just above her collarbone. She shivered with pleasure and sensed him smile, teasing, into her neck. He knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her. And he would do anything to get her to admit it. Well, two could play at that. Grateful for the little extra privacy the corner booth afforded them, Kathryn waited to see if Chakotay would make any more moves. When he remained still, she snuggled closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder, actually relishing the feel of his arm around her as his grip on her waist tightened slightly in response. One thing was for sure, she thought as she savored his warmth. It was going to be a very interesting evening. [pic] Kathryn's door chime sounded and she glanced up from her work. "Come in." Chakotay entered as the door opened, and she reclined back in her chair, glad for an interruption. "Hey." "Hey." he rejoined a bit nervously, then swallowed his fears and plunged ahead. "Um, Kathryn," he began, "you know the Academy dance tonight?" "Yes?" she prompted. He walked over to the desk and rested his hand on it. "Well, I was hoping... that you'd go with me." Kathryn gazed at him, contemplating. They'd become increasingly close over their numerous dates in the last couple of weeks, and beneath the playful exterior he put on she'd come to know a very warm, affectionate person, one that she really enjoyed being with. There was something about him that had her hooked. Smiling, she placed her hand over his where it lay on the flat surface. "Chakotay, I would love to!" [pic] Chakotay felt his jaw drop to the floor as the door swooshed open to reveal a stunning Kathryn. Her long hair cascaded freely over her shoulders, unbounded by the stiff ponytail she usually wore it in, and she had on a flowing blue dress that suited her perfectly. Light sparkled off it as she moved, and the soft color made her eyes glow. "Like it?" she asked, knowing full well what the answer would be. "Love it," he answered, a smile gracing his own face as she twirled leisurely to give him the full view. "Ready?" "Yup." He went to take her arm as she came towards him, but she ignored it and took his hand instead. Surprised, he stared at her until she laughed and pulled him out the door, eager for them to be on their way. The party was already in full swing when they got there, music playing quietly as some couples danced and others stood around talking. Chakotay grabbed a couple of drinks and they sat at the bar chatting for a few minutes before he put down his glass. "Would you like to dance?" he asked gently. Kathryn nodded keenly and placed her glass next to his, accepting the hand he offered her. He led her out onto the dance floor, encircling her waist with his arms as she slipped hers around his neck. She laid her head on his chest and they began to move to the music. [pic] Chakotay heard Kathryn take a long sigh in contentment and snuggle deeper into his embrace. They had spent most of the evening dancing, not wanting to move out of each other's arms. He knew it was getting late, but he didn't care. That night, amidst all the laughing and talking and music, he had finally been able to put a name to what he felt for this woman. He was madly in love with her. And that was all that mattered. The music faded and Kathryn reluctantly lifted her head from his chest. "We should be going," she muttered regretfully. As much as he wanted to stay, he knew she was right. He nodded his acquiescence unhappily and they left the room, Chakotay entwining the fingers of their hands together as they walked. They strolled back to the dormitory building in comfortable silence, neither wanting to spoil the mood. When they got to her quarters, he slowed and faced her, unsure what to say, unwilling to bring the magical evening that they'd shared to a close. Kathryn looked at him, and their gazes locked. She reached up and ran the back of her hand down his cheek, letting him see the love in her eyes that he knew was so clearly reflected in his own. And suddenly, he knew exactly what to say. "I love you, Kathryn," he whispered. Her face slowly blossomed into a radiant smile, and she adoringly smoothed a few strands of hair back from the side of his head. "I love you too," she whispered back. He bent down and kissed her tenderly, then beamed at her when they broke apart. "See you tomorrow," he started to say, but she caught his hand before he could back away. "Chakotay..." "Yes?" "I was wondering..." She hesitated, uncertain. "What?" She took a deep breath and blurted, "Would you stay with me tonight?" "Stay with you?" he repeated, astonished that he was actually hearing these words from her. "Yes..." "But why?" "It's just that... I'm lonely," she confessed. "Lonely?" he repeated again, incredulous. She nodded. "And believe it or not, I just want someone to hold me..." Framing her face in his hands, he murmured, "Kathryn, you'll never be lonely as long as I'm here." "Is that a yes then?" she asked lightheartedly. Chakotay grinned, then laughed out loud from sheer joy. "That is absolutely, wholeheartedly a yes." Kathryn stretched past him to key in her code. "Thank you," she said softly as the door opened. "Hey, you don't have to thank me." She snorted. "You're too nice to me, you know," she observed wryly. "Who, me?" he retorted jokingly. She gave him a light whack on the arm and pushed past him into the bathroom. "Go and get ready for bed, you oaf!" she called as the door slammed shut behind her. By the time she came out dressed in loose pajamas, he had yanked off his shirt and tumbled down on the bed, arms and legs splayed out over the covers. Laughing at his comic appearance, she plopped down next to him. "Move," she grunted, pushing at his body as she tried to wrangle the blankets out from under him. Chakotay groaned, miffed at having to budge, and slithered backward onto the pillows, giving her enough freedom to pry the covers loose and curl up beside him. He pulled the sheets up around them and wrapped his arms around Kathryn's waist as she nestled into him. Lovingly he brushed some of the hair away from her face and let his hand come to rest on her cheek as he breathed two words into her ear. "My girl." [pic] "Happy birthday!" Chakotay beamed as he strode into Kathryn's quarters. She squealed with delight, jumped off the couch and threw her arms around his neck. "Chakotay, you knew!" she exclaimed elatedly. "Well, of course I knew," he said, smiling as he handed her a little velvet box. "Here." "What..." "Open it." "What is it?" "Just open it," he insisted, eyes unwavering from hers. She obeyed, popping the miniature clasp and raising the lid to reveal a shining silver necklace, a small heart-shaped pendant in the middle. Astounded, she gawked at it, at a total loss for words. Chakotay gently lifted it from its place in the box. "Here," he said again, and reached around her to fasten it behind her neck. She fingered it admiringly and when she looked up her face was glowing. "I'll never take it off," she promised fervently. "Never?" "Never," Kathryn affirmed, caressing his cheek with her hand as she brought his lips to hers. [pic] Hours later, he lay awake, watching her sleep, the faintest touch of a smile still visible on her face. They had at long last taken the final step in their relationship, joining their bodies and souls in a blissful union as they became one, and both knew there was no going back now. Marveling at the power she held over him, he leaned down to subtly kiss her bare shoulder. At no time in his life had he thought he would love a woman like he loved Kathryn, to the extent that it hurt. She had captivated him, wound him around her finger like a flimsy piece of string, and he was a slave to her will. The touch of his lips on her skin awoke her and she grinned up at him groggily. "Something wrong?" He laughed lightly. "No, just thinking how much I love you." She smiled anew, snuggled down into his arms and placed a light kiss on his chest. "Go to sleep, my love." [pic] Kathryn lay on her bed, hands behind her head, thinking. Since their first night as lovers she and Chakotay had spent every free moment they had with each other, and she loved him more with every passing second. It had been the most heavenly time of her existence. The door chime rang, startling her out of her reverie. "Come in." Chakotay entered and she bounded up immediately, delighted to see him, but her buoyant mood was tempered when she noticed that he was fidgeting uncomfortably. "What's the matter?" she asked, alarmed. He rarely fidgeted when he was with her. He didn't answer at first, just walked over to the window and stood gazing out at the city. She could tell he was distraught and moved to his side, stroking his face, seeking to console him as he had so often consoled her. "Chakotay, what's the matter?" she asked soothingly. He gripped her hand tightly with both of his. "I'm leaving." His voice was bleak. "What?!" It tore his heart out to do it, but he pressed on relentlessly, forcing himself to say the words before he could change his mind. "I'm leaving here, Kathryn." "Why?" she questioned, dumbfounded. She had on no occasion in her wildest dreams expected anything like this to transpire. He sighed. "You know the Federation-Cardassian treaty that was signed a few months ago?" "Of course," she said mechanically. "Well, I could have lived with that... but the Cardassians killed my father. I just got the news." Kathryn's hand rose automatically to her mouth. "Oh Chakotay, I'm so sorry," she began, but he cut her off, pressing his fingers to her lips. "Don't," he rasped, and she could see unshed tears glistening in his eyes. "Please, don't. You'll only make this harder." She gulped and tried to keep her voice calm. "Where are you going?" she managed. "Back home." "Let me come with you," she pleaded. It was his turn to gape. "What?!" "Please, let me come with you. I love you, Chakotay... I don't want to lose you." He smiled sadly and shook his head. "No Kathryn, this is your home. You belong here. I don't." "What are you saying? Of course you belong here..." "No I don't, not anymore." He clasped her face in his hands and she knew it was pointless to argue with him. She let her eyes roam over his face, wanting to memorize his features, to have some way of remembering him. She stretched upwards and kissed him feverishly, clinging to his neck as if it would keep him with her. With immense effort he broke the kiss. "Kathryn," he started, "with you I found more peace and happiness than I could possibly have imagined and I will never forget that." He paused and she gazed into his eyes, still refusing to believe that he was actually leaving her. "I will always love you, Kathryn Janeway," Chakotay whispered as he kissed her one last time. Kathryn stood, shaking, as he slowly backed out the door, then stumbled across the room in a daze and fell on the bed as the tears began to flow, her world a shambles around her feet. 'You'll never be alone as long as I'm here', he had told her once. But now he was gone. And she was alone.
Meant to be Together Part 1- Finding You Cadet Kathryn Janeway barreled around the corner, skidded on the damp floor, and crashed into another cadet, sending them both sprawling across the hallway in a hopeless tangle of limbs, books, and PADDs. Great. Running late and I have to get myself into this. Grimacing at the ache in her left arm, she pushed herself up, hoping she hadn't twisted it too badly, and ruefully surveyed the hallway. "Nice work," came a dry male voice from her right. "You trying to kill yourself or something?" She sighed and let her head loll back on her shoulders. "No, actually I was trying to get to class." "Well, you certainly seem to have a unique way of doing it," he quipped. She turned towards the sound of his voice, intending to shoot him one of her lethal deathglares, but her head went totally blank of its own volition. He was gorgeous. Drop-dead gorgeous. There was no other word for it. He lay on his side, head propped on hand, flashing her an insolent but highly seductive grin as he winked at her. It was all she could do to keep from openly gaping at him. "So," he continued, "which class were you heading to?" With an effort, she regained her wits. "Interspecies ethics." "Well," he said with another smile, "that makes two of us." She groaned inwardly and began to collect her books. "Aren't you going to help?" she snapped. "Oh, pardon me," he said with complete insincerity, sitting up and joining her in her attempt to organize the mess. "What's your name?" he asked as they worked. "Kathryn Janeway. And you are...?" "Chakotay." He tucked the last of his books under his arm and stood, extending a hand to help her up. She took it grudgingly and let him pull her to her feet. "Come on, I'll walk you to class," he said, setting off down the corridor. She fell into step beside him, uncomfortably aware of the lingering ache in her arm. Kathryn was dimly conscious of his saying something as they walked, but her head was swimming and she couldn't make out the words. Her arm was throbbing hard and she felt surprisingly dizzy. She stopped and leaned heavily against the wall, squeezing her eyes tight shut as she strove to force away the stars dancing in front of her eyes. It appeared her fall had affected her more than she thought. Chakotay had paused as well and stood watching her with a concerned expression on his face. "Kathryn, are you alright?" he asked worriedly. In answer, she pressed a hand to her forehead as though it would help clear her brain. "Ohh... my head..." Her vision was getting blurrier by the second and her knees suddenly buckled. She heard Chakotay's panicked shout of "Kathryn!" from a long way off and vaguely noticed a strong pair of arms encircle her waist before blackness overcame her and she plunged headlong into nothingness. [pic] Kathryn awoke slowly to the harsh blue lights of the Academy hospital. Blinking, she began to get up, but let herself sink back to the bed almost immediately when her head started to go fuzzy again. The doctor's face hove into view above her. "Feel better?" "Yes," she croaked through a dry mouth. "Good." He injected her with a hypospray. "This should take care of any more dizziness." She swallowed hard. "What... what happened?" "You fainted. Shock from spraining your arm." "Oh." She inhaled deeply. "How did I get here?" "Cadet Chakotay carried you in. He wanted to stay with you, but I insisted he go back to class." He helped her sit up properly. "Speaking of which, you should be heading there yourself." "Right," she said and hopped off the biobed. "Thank you, Doctor." He acknowledged her with a nod and turned back to his console as she hurriedly walked out of sickbay. [pic] She broke into a light run as she caught sight of the chronometer on the wall. She was already forty-five minutes late for class, but with any luck she would get there in time for the professor's explanation of their next homework assignment. Arriving in a flurry outside the classroom, she took a moment to regain her composure, then quietly opened the door. Twenty heads swiveled to scrutinize her and she blushed in embarrassment, wishing she could simply slink back out of view. "You're late," the professor stated sternly. "Sorry, sir," she said sheepishly. "I, um, sprained my arm." "Sprained your arm?" he asked incredulously, and the class tittered. "Yes, sir." "All right," he said gruffly. "I'll excuse you this time. Take a seat." Gratefully she slumped into the only empty chair left- as fate would have it, right next to Chakotay. She leaned over and poked him in the arm. "Hey, uh, thanks for taking me to Medical." "You're welcome," he said and smirked, "but didn't you forget something?" "What?" Kathryn asked warily. "Where are your books?" Her mouth fell open in shock as she remembered they hadn't been there when she woke up in sickbay- which meant she had to have dropped them when she fainted. Which, in turn, meant that they were three hallways and one staircase away. Beside her, Chakotay clucked his tongue in mock reproach, reached down to his feet, and handed her a neatly stacked pile of books. "You owe me big, Cadet," he hissed playfully, and went back to his work. She pulled herself together and opened her text, but she couldn't concentrate. Instead, she was unable to keep her eyes off Chakotay, his broad shoulders, jet-black hair and tanned skin. She didn't realize she was staring until he snapped his head towards her without warning. Blushing, she glanced away immediately, but it was too late. He'd seen her. He pivoted and stretched far out of his seat. "You know, you really should be studying," he murmured cheekily. She stole a quick glimpse of the room. The professor was busy writing something on the board, his back to the class, and the other cadets were engrossed in their studies. Safe, for the time being. She looked back at Chakotay. "So should you," she countered hotly. He licked his lips, and she resisted the urge to throw him on the ground and kiss him senseless. It was almost as if he knew what he was doing to her. She bit her tongue hard and he flashed her an impish little bad boy grin, dimples in full force. "I don't need to." His face was mere inches from hers. Kathryn was suddenly aware of her heart pounding in her chest and fought to keep her breathing even. Luckily for her, the bell rang at that moment and he quickly returned to a respectable position, saving her from having to react. She started as she heard the professor dismissing the class. Aiming to avoid Chakotay to the best of her ability, she rose, gathered her books, and was the first one out the door. He caught up with her outside the building. "Kathryn!" She whirled in disbelief as she heard his voice. How on earth had he managed to single her out from the crowd of bustling, jostling cadets long enough to see where she went? Kathryn glared at him as he screeched to a halt at her feet. "What is it?" she growled. "I've been thinking, Cadet," he began, completely undaunted by her grouchy tone, "that you really owe me quite a lot. And based on that, it only seems fair that you should pay me back." "And what, exactly, do I have the honor of owing in this debt?" "Well," he went on, "first you ran into me this morning. Then, when you fainted as a result of that fall, I carried you all the way to Medical, making myself late in the process. And then, seeing that you were in no situation to mind your own books, I took them to class for you." He stopped, ran a hand through his hair. "Need I go on?" "Fine," she snapped, only wishing she could get rid of him. "What do you want?" He smiled. "You." Books and PADDs fell to the ground unnoticed as Chakotay moved forward and jammed his mouth over hers, pinning her to the wall behind. Stunned, she found herself responding with equal passion, winding her arms about his neck and sharply jerking him back when they broke apart for air, desperately trying to satisfy her thirst. She thrust her tongue into his mouth, swirling it around to dance with his and feeling a throbbing between her legs as desire spiraled up her belly. Reluctantly he let go of her, chest heaving raggedly, eyes burning with a raging fire. She stared dumbly as he collected his books and straightened to face her. "I want you," he repeated with a sly grin, "but for now, I'll settle for a date." "What... when?" was all she could splutter. "Tonight, nineteen hundred hours, the Night Owl." He leaned in close and his words brushed against her skin. "Don't be late." Kathryn stood motionless as Chakotay walked away, still in shock from the intensity of their kiss, the implications of what she'd gotten herself into only just beginning to sink in. She'd barely been able to stop herself from ripping his clothes off during class. How the hell was she supposed to survive a date? [pic] That night, she adjusted her dress one last time, pushed open the door of the Night Owl, and stepped inside, searching for Chakotay. Spotting him sitting in a corner booth, she headed over, doing her level best to still her thudding heart. Like her, he had shed his uniform and wore black pants, topped by a baggy, V-necked T-shirt and sleeveless jacket. His hair was slicked back to complete the look and not for the first time did she notice how incredibly cute he was. He rose when she neared and made as if to kiss her, but pulled away at the last second, chuckling at the expression of consternation on her face. "You look good," he said by way of greeting, unabashedly eyeing her from head to foot as he did so. "So do you," she replied coldly, but honestly. He dropped back into the booth and moved over to make room for her, patting the empty space in an unspoken invitation. Stone-faced, she slid in beside him, determined to show no hint of any desire whatsoever. However, for all her resolve, she couldn't stifle a gasp when he slipped an arm around her waist and placed a gentle kiss just above her collarbone. She shivered with pleasure and sensed him smile, teasing, into her neck. He knew she wanted him as much as he wanted her. And he would do anything to get her to admit it. Well, two could play at that. Grateful for the little extra privacy the corner booth afforded them, Kathryn waited to see if Chakotay would make any more moves. When he remained still, she snuggled closer to him and rested her head on his shoulder, actually relishing the feel of his arm around her as his grip on her waist tightened slightly in response. One thing was for sure, she thought as she savored his warmth. It was going to be a very interesting evening. [pic] Kathryn's door chime sounded and she glanced up from her work. "Come in." Chakotay entered as the door opened, and she reclined back in her chair, glad for an interruption. "Hey." "Hey." he rejoined a bit nervously, then swallowed his fears and plunged ahead. "Um, Kathryn," he began, "you know the Academy dance tonight?" "Yes?" she prompted. He walked over to the desk and rested his hand on it. "Well, I was hoping... that you'd go with me." Kathryn gazed at him, contemplating. They'd become increasingly close over their numerous dates in the last couple of weeks, and beneath the playful exterior he put on she'd come to know a very warm, affectionate person, one that she really enjoyed being with. There was something about him that had her hooked. Smiling, she placed her hand over his where it lay on the flat surface. "Chakotay, I would love to!" [pic] Chakotay felt his jaw drop to the floor as the door swooshed open to reveal a stunning Kathryn. Her long hair cascaded freely over her shoulders, unbounded by the stiff ponytail she usually wore it in, and she had on a flowing blue dress that suited her perfectly. Light sparkled off it as she moved, and the soft color made her eyes glow. "Like it?" she asked, knowing full well what the answer would be. "Love it," he answered, a smile gracing his own face as she twirled leisurely to give him the full view. "Ready?" "Yup." He went to take her arm as she came towards him, but she ignored it and took his hand instead. Surprised, he stared at her until she laughed and pulled him out the door, eager for them to be on their way. The party was already in full swing when they got there, music playing quietly as some couples danced and others stood around talking. Chakotay grabbed a couple of drinks and they sat at the bar chatting for a few minutes before he put down his glass. "Would you like to dance?" he asked gently. Kathryn nodded keenly and placed her glass next to his, accepting the hand he offered her. He led her out onto the dance floor, encircling her waist with his arms as she slipped hers around his neck. She laid her head on his chest and they began to move to the music. [pic] Chakotay heard Kathryn take a long sigh in contentment and snuggle deeper into his embrace. They had spent most of the evening dancing, not wanting to move out of each other's arms. He knew it was getting late, but he didn't care. That night, amidst all the laughing and talking and music, he had finally been able to put a name to what he felt for this woman. He was madly in love with her. And that was all that mattered. The music faded and Kathryn reluctantly lifted her head from his chest. "We should be going," she muttered regretfully. As much as he wanted to stay, he knew she was right. He nodded his acquiescence unhappily and they left the room, Chakotay entwining the fingers of their hands together as they walked. They strolled back to the dormitory building in comfortable silence, neither wanting to spoil the mood. When they got to her quarters, he slowed and faced her, unsure what to say, unwilling to bring the magical evening that they'd shared to a close. Kathryn looked at him, and their gazes locked. She reached up and ran the back of her hand down his cheek, letting him see the love in her eyes that he knew was so clearly reflected in his own. And suddenly, he knew exactly what to say. "I love you, Kathryn," he whispered. Her face slowly blossomed into a radiant smile, and she adoringly smoothed a few strands of hair back from the side of his head. "I love you too," she whispered back. He bent down and kissed her tenderly, then beamed at her when they broke apart. "See you tomorrow," he started to say, but she caught his hand before he could back away. "Chakotay..." "Yes?" "I was wondering..." She hesitated, uncertain. "What?" She took a deep breath and blurted, "Would you stay with me tonight?" "Stay with you?" he repeated, astonished that he was actually hearing these words from her. "Yes..." "But why?" "It's just that... I'm lonely," she confessed. "Lonely?" he repeated again, incredulous. She nodded. "And believe it or not, I just want someone to hold me..." Framing her face in his hands, he murmured, "Kathryn, you'll never be lonely as long as I'm here." "Is that a yes then?" she asked lightheartedly. Chakotay grinned, then laughed out loud from sheer joy. "That is absolutely, wholeheartedly a yes." Kathryn stretched past him to key in her code. "Thank you," she said softly as the door opened. "Hey, you don't have to thank me." She snorted. "You're too nice to me, you know," she observed wryly. "Who, me?" he retorted jokingly. She gave him a light whack on the arm and pushed past him into the bathroom. "Go and get ready for bed, you oaf!" she called as the door slammed shut behind her. By the time she came out dressed in loose pajamas, he had yanked off his shirt and tumbled down on the bed, arms and legs splayed out over the covers. Laughing at his comic appearance, she plopped down next to him. "Move," she grunted, pushing at his body as she tried to wrangle the blankets out from under him. Chakotay groaned, miffed at having to budge, and slithered backward onto the pillows, giving her enough freedom to pry the covers loose and curl up beside him. He pulled the sheets up around them and wrapped his arms around Kathryn's waist as she nestled into him. Lovingly he brushed some of the hair away from her face and let his hand come to rest on her cheek as he breathed two words into her ear. "My girl." [pic] "Happy birthday!" Chakotay beamed as he strode into Kathryn's quarters. She squealed with delight, jumped off the couch and threw her arms around his neck. "Chakotay, you knew!" she exclaimed elatedly. "Well, of course I knew," he said, smiling as he handed her a little velvet box. "Here." "What..." "Open it." "What is it?" "Just open it," he insisted, eyes unwavering from hers. She obeyed, popping the miniature clasp and raising the lid to reveal a shining silver necklace, a small heart-shaped pendant in the middle. Astounded, she gawked at it, at a total loss for words. Chakotay gently lifted it from its place in the box. "Here," he said again, and reached around her to fasten it behind her neck. She fingered it admiringly and when she looked up her face was glowing. "I'll never take it off," she promised fervently. "Never?" "Never," Kathryn affirmed, caressing his cheek with her hand as she brought his lips to hers. [pic] Hours later, he lay awake, watching her sleep, the faintest touch of a smile still visible on her face. They had at long last taken the final step in their relationship, joining their bodies and souls in a blissful union as they became one, and both knew there was no going back now. Marveling at the power she held over him, he leaned down to subtly kiss her bare shoulder. At no time in his life had he thought he would love a woman like he loved Kathryn, to the extent that it hurt. She had captivated him, wound him around her finger like a flimsy piece of string, and he was a slave to her will. The touch of his lips on her skin awoke her and she grinned up at him groggily. "Something wrong?" He laughed lightly. "No, just thinking how much I love you." She smiled anew, snuggled down into his arms and placed a light kiss on his chest. "Go to sleep, my love." [pic] Kathryn lay on her bed, hands behind her head, thinking. Since their first night as lovers she and Chakotay had spent every free moment they had with each other, and she loved him more with every passing second. It had been the most heavenly time of her existence. The door chime rang, startling her out of her reverie. "Come in." Chakotay entered and she bounded up immediately, delighted to see him, but her buoyant mood was tempered when she noticed that he was fidgeting uncomfortably. "What's the matter?" she asked, alarmed. He rarely fidgeted when he was with her. He didn't answer at first, just walked over to the window and stood gazing out at the city. She could tell he was distraught and moved to his side, stroking his face, seeking to console him as he had so often consoled her. "Chakotay, what's the matter?" she asked soothingly. He gripped her hand tightly with both of his. "I'm leaving." His voice was bleak. "What?!" It tore his heart out to do it, but he pressed on relentlessly, forcing himself to say the words before he could change his mind. "I'm leaving here, Kathryn." "Why?" she questioned, dumbfounded. She had on no occasion in her wildest dreams expected anything like this to transpire. He sighed. "You know the Federation-Cardassian treaty that was signed a few months ago?" "Of course," she said mechanically. "Well, I could have lived with that... but the Cardassians killed my father. I just got the news." Kathryn's hand rose automatically to her mouth. "Oh Chakotay, I'm so sorry," she began, but he cut her off, pressing his fingers to her lips. "Don't," he rasped, and she could see unshed tears glistening in his eyes. "Please, don't. You'll only make this harder." She gulped and tried to keep her voice calm. "Where are you going?" she managed. "Back home." "Let me come with you," she pleaded. It was his turn to gape. "What?!" "Please, let me come with you. I love you, Chakotay... I don't want to lose you." He smiled sadly and shook his head. "No Kathryn, this is your home. You belong here. I don't." "What are you saying? Of course you belong here..." "No I don't, not anymore." He clasped her face in his hands and she knew it was pointless to argue with him. She let her eyes roam over his face, wanting to memorize his features, to have some way of remembering him. She stretched upwards and kissed him feverishly, clinging to his neck as if it would keep him with her. With immense effort he broke the kiss. "Kathryn," he started, "with you I found more peace and happiness than I could possibly have imagined and I will never forget that." He paused and she gazed into his eyes, still refusing to believe that he was actually leaving her. "I will always love you, Kathryn Janeway," Chakotay whispered as he kissed her one last time. Kathryn stood, shaking, as he slowly backed out the door, then stumbled across the room in a daze and fell on the bed as the tears began to flow, her world a shambles around her feet. 'You'll never be alone as long as I'm here', he had told her once. But now he was gone. And she was alone.