This is my second Voyager story, I haven't finished my first yet but I had
to start writing this one now.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star-trek Voyager or any of these characters except for ensign Davis. (If I'm wrong sorry but I'm pretty sure I thought of her).
Spoilers: none.
Kathryn or The Captain
Captain Kathryn Janeway walked into the mess hall on her ship, the U.S.S. Voyager and glanced across the room, to the far corner. She saw her First Officer, sitting with Ensign Davis, looking very comfortable. He turned, sensing he was being watched and saw her by the doorway. Their eyes locked for just a moment before she looked away, cursing herself. She sat at the nearest table and stared at the PADD in her hand, not really seeing the data, lost in her memory.
Five days ago, her birthday. Chakotay had entered her ready room with a small leather pouch in his hand.
"Can I help you Commander?" She'd asked him, she had been sitting on the couch by the view ports.
"Happy Birthday Kathryn," he'd said holding out the pouch for her to take.
She'd stood up and stepped forward, smiling and taking it from him. She'd looked up at his face, he was smiling at her, with those dimples, and he had to know what they did to her. She'd had to look back down at the pouch to stop her train of thought and had opened it taking out the gift. A silver heart with sections containing tiny, beautiful pieces of coloured glass. Like a miniature stained glass window hanging from a delicate silver chain. So small and innocent, just a birthday gift from a friend, but the symbolism was obvious; he was giving her a heart, his heart. It must have taken him a long time to design something so intricate, it was perfect. She loved it, but she didn't tell him that.
"Thank you, it's nice," that's what she had said.
She remembered the hurt that flashed across his face. He'd recovered quickly, clearly used to it by now.
He deserved it, she'd though at the time, he'd crossed the line, the invisible line that existed between them. What was he expecting anyway? That she'd suddenly forget duty, protocol, just because of one birthday gift.
Since that time she'd barely spoken to him unless it was about work, she'd stopped inviting him to dinner. He'd crossed the line and she'd done her best to push him right back over it again so she'd be safe. She'd apparently pushed him too far this time, according to the rumours on the ship; he'd been getting very close to Ensign Davis.
She couldn't blame him; he didn't know that she wore the necklace under her uniform every day even though it was against regulation, not to mention her own rules, the parameters she'd defined for herself regarding Chakotay. She touched her shirt; the necklace lay beneath her fingers. She looked over at Chakotay and the Ensign again, they were holding hands.
New Earth, she thought, remembering the time he'd held her hand like that. She immediately wished she hadn't, everything was different then, there was no ship; no crew just the two of them. She remembered how they'd talked, how he'd held her, just held her because they hadn't wanted to rush things, they'd had plenty of time. She looked back down at the PADD and tried to concentrate on the words.
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I know it's short but the second part is coming soon.
Please review it, I'd appreciate any response, ideas are also always welcome.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star-trek Voyager or any of these characters except for ensign Davis. (If I'm wrong sorry but I'm pretty sure I thought of her).
Spoilers: none.
Kathryn or The Captain
Captain Kathryn Janeway walked into the mess hall on her ship, the U.S.S. Voyager and glanced across the room, to the far corner. She saw her First Officer, sitting with Ensign Davis, looking very comfortable. He turned, sensing he was being watched and saw her by the doorway. Their eyes locked for just a moment before she looked away, cursing herself. She sat at the nearest table and stared at the PADD in her hand, not really seeing the data, lost in her memory.
Five days ago, her birthday. Chakotay had entered her ready room with a small leather pouch in his hand.
"Can I help you Commander?" She'd asked him, she had been sitting on the couch by the view ports.
"Happy Birthday Kathryn," he'd said holding out the pouch for her to take.
She'd stood up and stepped forward, smiling and taking it from him. She'd looked up at his face, he was smiling at her, with those dimples, and he had to know what they did to her. She'd had to look back down at the pouch to stop her train of thought and had opened it taking out the gift. A silver heart with sections containing tiny, beautiful pieces of coloured glass. Like a miniature stained glass window hanging from a delicate silver chain. So small and innocent, just a birthday gift from a friend, but the symbolism was obvious; he was giving her a heart, his heart. It must have taken him a long time to design something so intricate, it was perfect. She loved it, but she didn't tell him that.
"Thank you, it's nice," that's what she had said.
She remembered the hurt that flashed across his face. He'd recovered quickly, clearly used to it by now.
He deserved it, she'd though at the time, he'd crossed the line, the invisible line that existed between them. What was he expecting anyway? That she'd suddenly forget duty, protocol, just because of one birthday gift.
Since that time she'd barely spoken to him unless it was about work, she'd stopped inviting him to dinner. He'd crossed the line and she'd done her best to push him right back over it again so she'd be safe. She'd apparently pushed him too far this time, according to the rumours on the ship; he'd been getting very close to Ensign Davis.
She couldn't blame him; he didn't know that she wore the necklace under her uniform every day even though it was against regulation, not to mention her own rules, the parameters she'd defined for herself regarding Chakotay. She touched her shirt; the necklace lay beneath her fingers. She looked over at Chakotay and the Ensign again, they were holding hands.
New Earth, she thought, remembering the time he'd held her hand like that. She immediately wished she hadn't, everything was different then, there was no ship; no crew just the two of them. She remembered how they'd talked, how he'd held her, just held her because they hadn't wanted to rush things, they'd had plenty of time. She looked back down at the PADD and tried to concentrate on the words.
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I know it's short but the second part is coming soon.
Please review it, I'd appreciate any response, ideas are also always welcome.