What would have happened if Chakotay returned back from his mission early before Kathryn was killed? Let's find out ;D
~Cissa
It had been a month since Chakotay and the Voyager crew had left on their mission. One month since he had last seen Kathryn. Once month since he had held her in his arms and heard her say she loved him. Now he was coming home and they would be able to start their new lives together. Where it led them, he didn't know. However, he was optimistic about the future and couldn't wait to share it with her. They docked at Deep Space One, right above earth. As Chakotay prepared to exit the ship his heart began beating rapidly. He was about to see Kathryn again. For weeks her face had never left his thoughts, she was always on his mind, and now he would finally be seeing her again. He took a deep breath as the transporter engaged and he was beamed to Starfleet Headquarters. As he materialized he was surprised that, instead of the petit, auburn haired beauty he had expected he was instead met by a tall, lanky, blond he had never thought to see again.
"Seven…what are you doing here? Where's Kath…the admiral?" he asked.
"Chakotay, something has happened. The admiral is gone," was all she said in reply, her face showing no sign of emotion. The words hit him like a ton of bricks, knocking his breath away. He couldn't breathe, he couldn't think. The only thing that ran through his mind was It can't be true. It just can't be. Not Kathryn.
"What…happened?" he finally managed to choke out after several seconds of stunned silence.
"She was assimilated by the Borg," Seven replied curtly.
"But…how? When?"
"May we go somewhere more private Captain? I'll explain everything."
"Of course. We can beam back to my ready room."
…
"About one week after you had left a Borg cube was spotted on our radar. It appeared to be dormant. The admiral wanted to explore it, to gather proof that there was no need for Voyager to be sent back into the Delta Quadrant."
"But why didn't you stop her!" he said, trying to contain his anger, "Why did you let her go! You, of all people, Seven! You knew it was dangerous!"
"I tried Captain. But you know the Admiral. She's very…"
"Stubborn," he finished for her with a sigh. "I'm sorry Seven. You might was well have stopped a river from flowing."
"It's quite alright Captain. Shall I continue?"
"Yes. Please do."
"Well, when she entered the cube it activated and she was assimilated immediately."
"And where is the cube now? What had been done to save her?"
"The cube is still in this Quadrant. We have sent several squads of trained tactical officers into the cube, but it's no use. She assimilated them all."
"She...?" he asked, confused.
"The admiral has been made the new Borg Queen."
…
"I've got to find her!" he said to Admiral Paris a few hours later.
"I understand your concern Captain, but we've done everything we can. I'm not risking any more of my trained officers on this suicide mission. We need to shut the cube down."
"And kill her in the process! You can't do that!"
"What other choice do I have Captain? You know she wouldn't want to live like this."
"Let me go by myself."
"You'd be going to your death captain. I can't allow that."
"I would rather die than live without her," he burst out, blushing when he realized what he had just said.
"Ah," said Admiral Paris knowingly with a sad smile, "I see how it is. I always thought something like this had happened out there. Tom told me…but that's not important right now."
"What did Tom tell you?" Chakotay demanded, curious.
"Only that you and Admiral Janeway were very close."
"And…" Chakotay prompted, sensing there was more.
"And that everyone on the ship could see how much you two loved each other…except for the both of you."
Chakotay just sighed, "Was it really that obvious?"
"According to Tom not even a Gorkon with a bad sense of direction could have missed it."
Groaning, Chakotay placed his hands in his head, looking up a few seconds later. "Please Sir, you have to let me find her. You have to let me try."
Standing up Admiral Paris put his hand on Chakotay's shoulder and looked into his eyes, "Permission granted."
…
The next day Chakotay was ready. "You have 24 hours Captain. After that, I have to shut the cube down," Admiral Paris told him as he was about to board Voyager.
"I understand sir. Thank you."
"And take care of my son and Daughter-in-law."
"I always will," Chakotay said with a smile. Walking onto the bridge a few minutes later he gave the order, "Tom, set a course for the Borg Cube. Engage."
…
Chakotay had never been on a Borg cube before. It had always been Kathryn who had gone on these missions, leaving him in charge of Voyager. It was eerie to say the least, the green glow giving a gloomy feel to his surroundings. As he walked along the corridors he was surprised to see no drones anywhere. Were they all with her? As he rounded a corner however he found himself surrounded by ten of them. Grabbing his phaser he got off a few shots before they adapted. As one grabbed him he elbowed it in the ribs, sending it backwards. Another came and grabbed his arms, but he disabled it with a swift kick. Soon he was overwhelmed however as two Borg grabbed his arms and other pointed a phaser in his back. Preparing himself for assimilation, he was surprised to not feel the tubules inject the nanoprobes into his neck. Instead the Borg with the phaser prodded him forward and they forced him to walk down the hall. Soon they entered a chamber with one lone regeneration alcove. On the opposite side of the room was the figure of a woman he knew all too well…
