Depressing Drabbles, Part 1/2: Unaltered Future Copyright (c) 2007 kneipho, originally posted 2003
Author: kneipho
Rating: T
Fandom: VOY
Character/Pairing Codes: N/D, Admiral Paris, J, C/7, EMH
Includes spoilers for Finale
Disclaimer: Star Trek and all of its subsequent incarnations, (including Voyager) are property of CBS Corporation and/or Paramount Pictures. No characters belong to me. No profit made. No harm intended.
The Captains Quarters
Kathryn surveyed her quarters. It was in shambles -like her life. Like the command structure. Like her proper sense of right and wrong. She cataloged Chakotay's visitation in bits: a sock balled up on the rug, smells that clung to her abused sheets –his semen dripping from the swollen area between her thighs. What had they done? What had she done? She had broken her own personal code of ethics and managed to betray Seven in the absolute worst of ways. Kathryn sank down on the bed, still damp from recent lovemaking and buried her face in her pillow, ashamed.
The Bridge
Chakotay slumped in his Bridge chair, his mind a mess. He was a married man, a commanding officer. What had he been thinking? He hadn't been thinking. He'd been too busy feeling: swamping himself in unforgotten fantasies come to life in the flesh. He should've seen it coming, known it would happen someday. He should've realized Kathryn eased her isolation, still, after all this time, with thoughts of him -the way he once eased his own, with thoughts of only her.
He should've known better…
Communications from the surface pulled him out of his own head.
"Away team to Voyager."
Sickbay
Seven shivered on the biobed, her breathing shallow, blood and nanoprobes oozing steadily from every orifice, pulse weak. Her husband held her tightly in his arms, cradling her broken body as she stared up into his face. Her eyes were huge: brilliant, glazed in pain and shock, the cornflower centers sending out dual messages of fear and death. Chakotay couldn't stand it.
"Doctor, do something!"
The EMH, his subroutines overwhelmed with processing his own grief and misery, could only shake his head. 'I'm sorry. There's nothing I can do."
A choked sob passed between Kathryn's lips. Seven died.
