A/N: it's been a while since I was last active, especially in Voyager fic, but life becomes busier every year. But I always come back. This story isn't completely finished yet - as I promised myself my stories would be before I could upload - but it's pretty far along. However, I'm going back and forth on how I want it to end, so I thought I'd post a bit and see what you think. How should this end?
Disclaimer: the characters aren't mine. However, their owners aren't currently using them, so I'm sure they don't mind it if we walk them now and again.
Intro
Seska searched the room with hasty steps. Her forehead ridges creased as she fought down her irritation. Chakotay might not want to give her Voyager's command codes now, but he had given her something else. If only she could find the right equipment to use it! She continued pacing the Kazon's lousy excuse for a sickbay impatiently. How could it be, she said to herself contemptuously, that they could have the equipment she needed to restore her original Cardassian features, but lack the technology she needed to impregnate herself? She shot a quick look at the device that still held Chakotay's DNA sample. He would not get away so easily! She needed him to listen to her again, to respect her. Or, if that didn't work, something to manipulate him with. And what better way than to have his child? She knew how he yearned for children. Once she had his child, his own son or daughter, she could make him do whatever she wanted. And who knew, she thought with an ambitious grin, she might be able to rekindle that old fireā¦
But first she needed a damn tool! She growled darkly as she cleaned out the contents of the last cabinet with a fell swoop in frustration. Nothing! Seska felt her anger coursing through her veins. What had she expected? These Kazon were stupid, mere muscle boys, she'd had to teach them everything! Unsophisticated barbarians! They obviously didn't care much for medical knowledge, aside from the crude rudimentary information needed to heal a battle wound! Their medical care was a clear reflection of their pitifully low estimation of women.
Her angry mental rant faded abruptly as Seska's engineering eye spotted an alien hypospray that would get the job done, with a little tinkering. She hastily set to work. It only took a few minutes to reassemble the apparatus. Then, hands shaking in triumph, she pointed the modified hypo at her own flesh, ready to make herself the mother of Chakotay's unborn child.
TBC
