DONT OWN ANYTHING, JUST A STORY I DREAMED ABOUT ONE NIGHT
Captain's log. Stardate 48423.3. The crew's spirits are low. I have employed Mr. Neelix as moral officer, but I fear the reality of our current predicament in the Delta Quadrant is beginning to truly sink in. I came across Ensign Kim confiding in Lt. Paris about his inability to continue to play the clarinet. I do hope one day soon, we will hear him play again. Until then, we must continue home, and pray for our luck to finally change.
She set down her PADD. Janeway leaned against the chair of her ready room. She wished it was more comfortable, but knew that no amount of cushion could relieve the tension she held in her shoulders. After all, it was her self-righteousness that stopped them from going home, that made the ultimate sacrifice for not just herself but her crew. She must not be so foolish again. If she were granted a next time, she would not make the same mistake.
There was the mechanic beep of the doors.
"Come in," she called.
"Captain?" It was Chakotay, her first officer.
"Yes, Chakotay, what is it?" She rubbed the back of her neck and attempted to relieve the feeling of a pinched nerve deep within her musculature.
"Captain, you seem to under a great deal of stress," he remarked, "here, let me see if I can work that out"
Chakotay walked to behind Janeway's chair.
"Chakotay, please" she tried to protest, "oh… right there," she gave into his strong hands. Although he worked elements of the tension from her neck, she did not enjoy it as much as she had thought she would enjoy his touch. It seemed stiff, and carnal. It was as if she was a wolf, and he was taming her.
"Does this feel better, captain?" he purred. Janeway did not like the way his hands seemed to roam over her neck and shoulders, as if they owned them, and had right to their spoils.
"Chakotay, what did you come in here to tell me?" She snapped as his hand tried to slip just under her collar to her sensitive skin below her piques. She stood, and he stepped back from her chair. He regained his control, and blushed. His tattoo seemed to compress under his embarrassment.
"Of course, captain, I - I apologize," he babbled, "We have been reading some strange temporal fluctuations-"
Janeway interrupted, "-Temporal? Do you mean spatial?"
"No, captain," he shook his head, "I mean temporal."
"My god…" Janeway breathed, "but that must mean…"
Before she could finish a thought about Q, tiny orange beams of light sparkled from her body.
"Captain?" Chakotay yelled, "Captain, are you all right?"
Janeway looked to Chakotey, her crisp blue eyes were filled with a mix of fear and confusion. Her auburn hair was askew in its high bun.
"Chak…" she managed to say before she disappeared.
"Security! The captain is gone!" Chakotay yelled into his communicator as the last particles of Captain Kathryn Janeway disappeared from her ready room.
