NOTE: So there was a gorgeous piece of fanart going around on tumblr recently that I couldn't quite get out of my head. It depicted Captain Janeway sitting at her desk with a cup of coffee, yawning and wearing a very oversized sweatshirt. I suspect there will be more of these fics, so I've labeled this Part 1 and left it as "in progress" for now. I think this set of scenes takes place in an AU where the infamous kiss at the end of "Hunters," scripted and filmed but never aired, really happened. Enjoy.

"The Day I Found Out"

Part 1: B'Elanna

The thing I remember most from the day I found out was that I was really, really tired.

We'd just finally gotten rid of the last traces of the Hirogen and I'd been pulling double shifts in the Holodeck to figure out how the hell they'd overridden all the fail-safes and protocols to put us all in mortal danger like that and then fix everything back the way it was (or better) and I was exhausted, just shattered, just ready to drop on the spot. But the Captain had said she wanted my report right away so when I was satisfied that everything was safe again I compiled all the data to a PADD and headed for the turbolift to the Bridge.

Harry was leaning against the back wall of the 'lift when I got in and for just a second I thought he was honest-to-Kahless asleep on his feet. When I called for the 'lift to take me to the Bridge, though, he yawned and said, "Morning, Torres," without even opening his eyes.

"It's actually 'Good night,' for me," I said.

"Me, too. Just finished my supper after spending Gamma shift in the Big Chair. " I nodded. We were all on a weird duty rotation because of the Hirogen and Chakotay had suggested Harry get some time in command while the senior staff was dispersed across all three shifts. "How about you?" Harry asked.

I slapped the PADD on my leg. "Wrapping up in the Holodeck."

Harry opened his eyes then. "It's safe again?"

"Should be. I just finished the last of the diagnostics on the repairs and upgrades."

"So maybe we can reopen Sandrine's soon?"

I shrugged. "I don't see why you couldn't try it tonight. The Captain will have to approve it, obviously, but I'm about to take her the report, so…"

"You'll have to take it to her quarters instead of the Bridge, though. She's taking the day off." My mouth must have fallen open, because Harry shook his head and chuckled. "I know, right? When I went to relieve Commander Chakotay at the end of Beta shift, he dragged her out of her Ready Room and announced that they were both taking the next 36 hours off."

"Good for them," I said. "They've both been working too hard."

Harry nodded at the PADD in my hand. "So have you."

"So have all of us." I leaned against the wall of the 'lift next to Harry. "But most of the work is done now, so maybe we can all get some rest."

"From your lips to the Delta Quadrant's ears," Harry joked, and the lift slowed to a halt at his deck. "Go straight to quarters after you deliver the report, Torres," he said.

"I plan to."

"Good. Pool at Sandrine's later if I get everything set up? Best two of three?"

I smiled. "Delete that gigolo pig, and you're on."

Harry laughed. "Done. I'll call you and Tom when it's ready," he said, and dragged himself away from the wall and out of the lift and down the corridor.

I reordered the 'lift to the Captain's deck but just outside her door I stopped because if Chakotay had hauled her off the Bridge at the end of Beta shift that meant she was only nine hours or so into her mini-vacation and I didn't want to wake her if she was asleep. So I tapped my comm instead. "Computer, what's the current location of Captain Janeway?"

"Captain Janeway is in her quarters."

"Computer, is she asleep?"

"Negative. Captain Janeway is awake and active."

I deactivated the comm and pressed the Captain's door chime.

When I walked into her quarters I found that, sure, she was awake, but she was pretty far from active.

She was sitting at her desk with a cup of coffee in one hand and wearing an oversized gray sweatshirt, staring at a PADD and yawning. When she looked up I realized she had the craziest looking bedhead I'd ever seen, worse even than mine gets, just all ringlets and tangles and knots. And here I'd always thought she ran out of replicator rations every month because of the coffee but it must have been the massive amount of hair products she used to tame that mess. Who knew, huh?

Anyway, I approached her desk and handed her the PADD. "Sorry to bother you, Captain, but here's the final report on the Holodeck repairs."

She took the PADD with a puzzled expression. "It's no bother, Lieutenant. I did ask for the report."

I gestured back toward the corridor. "Yes, Captain, but I just ran into Harry. He told me you were off-shift for the next few hours. I didn't want to wake you."

She smiled. "I see. Thank you for your consideration, but you know my door is always open, Lieutenant."

"Of course, Captain," I said even though about six months into our journey in the Delta Quadrant Chakotay had informed us all that unless she'd specifically asked for something to be delivered there or it was a life-or-death emergency, no one, not even the senior staff, was to bother her in quarters on pain of the Maquis Mauler's terrifying left hook. And even though we'd all rolled our eyes at his protective streak we'd made a point of honoring her off-duty time as much as we could.

She absently scrolled through the report. "This looks like excellent work, Lieutenant."

"Thank you, Captain."

She raised the coffee cup again and frowned into it suddenly and clucked her tongue. "We can travel faster than light but we can't invent a self-filling coffee cup. Pity." She stood up from her desk and gestured toward the replicator. "Can I get you anything?"

I just shook my head 'no' because I swear to Kahless I had no idea what to say because when she stood up I got a good look at the sweatshirt which wasn't just oversized, it was about three sizes too big for her. The sleeves hung past her hands, the neck slipped off her shoulder, the bottom fell past her butt and the front of it…the front of that sweatshirt…

She got herself another cup of coffee and turned back to me. "So when can we reactivate the Holodeck, Lieutenant?"

I just stood there. "The what?"

She blinked at me. "The Holodeck, B'Elanna? When can we go back to the Holodeck?"

"Oh, I, uh…" I took a deep breath. "Harry's going to reactivate Sandrine's tonight, pending your approval."

She grinned. "Excellent news. I look forward to sparring with Tom at the pool table."

I choked down my laughter as she walked me toward the door of her quarters. "I'll be sure to let him know."

"If there's nothing else…?"

To this day I don't know what made me do it. I'd probably already been hanging around with Tom too long. "Just one thing." I stopped just shy of the door sensor and turned to her. "Speaking of sparring, I didn't know you were a boxer, Captain."

She frowned. "I'm not."

"Not according to your sweatshirt," I said, and beat a hasty retreat from her quarters.

The last thing I saw before the door slid closed was my Captain turning bright red as she stared down at the front of a three-sizes-too-big sweatshirt that said in huge blue letters, "Starfleet Academy Boxing Club Fighting Phoenixes. Property of Cadet 1st Class Chakotay."

And that's how I found out.

-END of Part 1-