All Wrapped Up
by Hejira Hayes
DISCLAIMER: Are you getting sick and tired of my TXF/VOY crossovers yet? I swear, until I see UMZ2 and bits of season 8 - only then will this end. I don't own either.
CLASSIFICATION: J/C RST (but not the way we'd like it to be resolved, because...), Scully/Chakotay romance (YIKES!). KJ's POV. G or PG, I don't know.
SPOILERS: UMZ, Requiem - mention of Future's End and a few scenes in that 15 second ad.
In a universe of unlimited possibilities, it was bound to happen.
I promised myself that as soon as I returned to Earth, I'd wrap up any loose threads in my life. Yes, including Chakotay.
I even told him as much. Then when we returned to 1996 Earth he made a sly crack of, "Well, Kathryn, you got us home." I'll remember that always. It was his way of saying that he couldn't wait.
"Right place, wrong time." Now from my perspective, that had multiple meanings. Think about it. It wasn't the right time for me to start anything with anyone. I had other priorities.
Things continued to get in the way.
Right now, the 'Dimpled Duo' are fussing around with her baby. It's what Chakotay always wanted, and what she needs. I can tell that she's related to me somehow - we're very similar. It's Chakotay's way of coping.
My way of coping is typing little tales of my life then hitting File, and New. I need to get things off of my chest, and this is one of the ways.
The baby still hasn't been named. To pass the time when I'm not sitting at the computer, I try to think of names for her. I never tell them what I think. Phoebe always pops into my head, just as Melissa pops into hers.
Of course, there's some dispute over her last name. She doesn't know what to do, but Chakotay wouldn't mind either way.
It's none of my business, but I can't help but think what I'd be like in her position.
The baby's playing with her cross - I know there's a history behind it. So does she - she takes in a sharp breath, then smiles.
But who am I to interfere? I'm just a person from the future; out of her time, out of her place. I get by, though. I've started writing for a living, too. 'The Lone Gunmen'. There's a possibility that the transportation of Chakotay and myself to this time wasn't an accident. If this is true, we're going to figure out the motive of the person who did this.
But for the time, I'll just sit at a computer, typing out stories that are deleted at the end, and wondering what could have been. Not that I have a problem with being alone - it's just one of those little things that may not seem right, but are.
He's happy with the life he's chosen - not my problem. Not at all. It's just what I wanted too - to wrap up this particular loose thread.
It didn't matter how...
by Hejira Hayes
DISCLAIMER: Are you getting sick and tired of my TXF/VOY crossovers yet? I swear, until I see UMZ2 and bits of season 8 - only then will this end. I don't own either.
CLASSIFICATION: J/C RST (but not the way we'd like it to be resolved, because...), Scully/Chakotay romance (YIKES!). KJ's POV. G or PG, I don't know.
SPOILERS: UMZ, Requiem - mention of Future's End and a few scenes in that 15 second ad.
In a universe of unlimited possibilities, it was bound to happen.
I promised myself that as soon as I returned to Earth, I'd wrap up any loose threads in my life. Yes, including Chakotay.
I even told him as much. Then when we returned to 1996 Earth he made a sly crack of, "Well, Kathryn, you got us home." I'll remember that always. It was his way of saying that he couldn't wait.
"Right place, wrong time." Now from my perspective, that had multiple meanings. Think about it. It wasn't the right time for me to start anything with anyone. I had other priorities.
Things continued to get in the way.
Right now, the 'Dimpled Duo' are fussing around with her baby. It's what Chakotay always wanted, and what she needs. I can tell that she's related to me somehow - we're very similar. It's Chakotay's way of coping.
My way of coping is typing little tales of my life then hitting File, and New. I need to get things off of my chest, and this is one of the ways.
The baby still hasn't been named. To pass the time when I'm not sitting at the computer, I try to think of names for her. I never tell them what I think. Phoebe always pops into my head, just as Melissa pops into hers.
Of course, there's some dispute over her last name. She doesn't know what to do, but Chakotay wouldn't mind either way.
It's none of my business, but I can't help but think what I'd be like in her position.
The baby's playing with her cross - I know there's a history behind it. So does she - she takes in a sharp breath, then smiles.
But who am I to interfere? I'm just a person from the future; out of her time, out of her place. I get by, though. I've started writing for a living, too. 'The Lone Gunmen'. There's a possibility that the transportation of Chakotay and myself to this time wasn't an accident. If this is true, we're going to figure out the motive of the person who did this.
But for the time, I'll just sit at a computer, typing out stories that are deleted at the end, and wondering what could have been. Not that I have a problem with being alone - it's just one of those little things that may not seem right, but are.
He's happy with the life he's chosen - not my problem. Not at all. It's just what I wanted too - to wrap up this particular loose thread.
It didn't matter how...
