The Campout
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek Voyager, or the characters, Paramount does. Live long and perspire. -Linwe
Author's note: this takes place when Janeway and Chakotay are on New Earth, but they just received the transmission from Tuvok saying they have to leave.
"I can't believe Voyager contacted us after all these months." Kathryn said.
"I know… I guess we won't be able to take the canoe up the river for a camping trip." Chakotay said softly. They had just been discussing their camping trip.
"I was really looking forward to it, too." Kathryn sadly sighed. Chakotay hated to see Kathryn upset. Maybe there was something he could do…
"Kathryn?"
"Yes, Chakotay?"
"Voyager won't be here for at least another 36 hours, right?"
"Yes," she answered with a curious eyebrow cocked.
"Maybe we could still go on that camping trip. It's mid-afternoon…" he paused, thinking. "We could take the canoe now and we could reach a campsite before nightfall. What'd ya say?" she was smiling at his idea, obviously pleased.
"Of course! I'll get a few things and we can shove off immediately, Skipper!" she said, beaming.
"I'll bring the fold-up tent." He said.
"I'll bring some food, too." She added.
"I'll get the sleeping bags, too."
"It'll be just like when I was a girl… even though when I was a girl I hated camping. I guess you can grow out of some things." Kathryn said, wistfully, still smiling at Chakotay.
"I can't wait." Chakotay said and he ran off to get their things.