Disclaimer: Star Trek: Voyager belongs to Paramount Pictures.
This is the sequel to 'Unnameable Unplacable', but if you haven't read it, don't worry it doesn't follow on directly, so you should be fine reading this.
This is set about a year after Endgame and about three months after my previous story. Seven and Chakotay are no longer together, but instead Chakotay is with Janeway, so obviously this is, at heart, a J/C story. However, if you only like to read J/C, they only take up about a third of this story, so you decide whether or not you want to read it, but please do, and feel free to give me some feedback.
I know that my spelling isn't perfect, so please don't write a review saying that I have spelling mistakes, and that sentences make no sense. What would be a lot more useful to me, would be if you could tell me which word I have spelt wrong, and give me the correct version (I often type the correct spelling, but wrong word or just the wrong spelling), I apologise in advance for any mistakes.
Star dates are really hard to put into normal dates, so I have guessed the month that Voyager returned to the Alpha quadrant. In the book homecoming they return about four weeks before the first term of the academy begins, or something like that, so I figured it would have been about August that Voyager made it home. Then again, I may be totally wrong, but for the purposes of this story, Voyager returned to the Alpha quadrant on the 14th of August 2378.
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Chapter 1: Geek central
San Francisco, May 2nd 2379.
"How are you feeling?" Kathryn turned at the sound of the voice, and saw Chakotay sitting by her bed.
"Groggy," she smiled, "have I been here long?"
He shook his head, "not that long, a few hours maybe."
Kathryn met his eyes and saw all the love she had for him reflected back in them. She put her hand out and reached for his, instinctively he took her hand in his and smiled down at her. Her smile faltered slightly fearing the answer to her next question, "did everything go okay?" she asked.
Chakotay's smile widened, if that was at all possible, "yes, the doctor says that the implantation went well, but he'll be here in a few moments just to talk with the two of us."
Kathryn looked at him sternly, "about what? I thought you said that everything was okay-"
"It is," he interrupted her panic, "but he still needs to go through a few things with us, after all this isn't an ordinary pregnancy."
At hearing the word pregnancy Kathryn smiled, when she had put their embryo into status aboard Voyager she had never thought that she would be able to re-implant because the circumstances were so difficult, but no she was so happy to be again carrying his child. "I want to have a scan done," she started impatiently.
Chakotay laughed lightly, "we'll ask the doctor when he comes back in, he just wanted to give us some space to talk things over."
Although Kathryn was still smiling, Chakotay noticed that tears were forming in her eyes, noticing that he was looking at her she looked away. Swiftly he moved from his chair and sat on the edge of her bed, "what's wrong?" he asked softly, wishing more than anything to take what ever was causing her pain from her.
"It's nothing," she sat up in the bed, and returned his gaze, "it's just it shouldn't have happened like this Chakotay, I just keep thinking that maybe if I hadn't taken your memories then things would have worked out differently."
He thought for a moment about this, when he had first found out that Kathryn had manipulated his memories of their time on New Earth he had been so angry with her. He saw their whole time on Voyager after that as a lie, and felt cheated out of fatherhood by Kathryn. But when the anger subsided and he began to think more clearly he began to realise how hard it had been on Kathryn after New Earth; she had had to return to Voyager and pretend that nothing had ever happened with her and Chakotay, and had had to make the awful decision to end her pregnancy alone.
"Different, yes," he said at last with a lump in his throat, "but maybe not better." She looked at him sharply, waiting for him to explain. "If you hadn't wiped my memories I don't think I would have let you go so easily back on Voyager, and if we had have continued our relationship then I think maybe some of my marquis crew and maybe some of yours may have decided to mutiny, when Seska took over Voyager. And if we had have decided to break up, there would have always been friction between the two of us and we wouldn't have made such a good command team."
Kathryn reached out and touched his face, "I don't deserve you," she said quietly.
"Really!" he said with mock surprise, "because I was under the impression that I didn't deserve you; I just happened to fall in love with the most challenging, compassionate and beautiful woman I have ever met, and I am nothing more than a terrorist, a villain, an angry warrior who has long forgotten what he's angry at, and it just so happens that this most amazing woman loves me back."
"I'd love to meet this woman," Kathryn laughed, "sounds like I'd like her."
Chakotay folded his arms, "no, I think you'd hate her. You've met her on several occasions and all you do is fight!"
"That's probably because there's two of us and just the one of you. I can't stand sharing." She stated with a quirky grin.
Joking was over and Chakotay's face fell serious, she wasn't quite sure why until he leant in and brushed his lips against hers. She closed her eyes and returned the kiss, running her fingers through his hair, for the first time in a while completely contented with her life- the life that she was making with Chakotay.
"Uhum," a voice sounded from behind them. Reluctantly Chakotay broke away from Kathryn and turned to see the doctor standing by the door way. "When you two have quite finished," the doctor near to scolded them.
Chakotay smirking at getting caught in the act turned to Kathryn who he saw was also finding it hard to stifle laughter. But in the few moments it took for the doctor to cross the room to her bed, she had pulled her self together enough to ask for a scan of their baby.
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San Francisco, July 7th 2379.
Tad walked into the hospital ready to start his night shift. For some reason he preferred the night shift to that of the day, and so he always volunteered for it. There was just something about working late at night that appealed to him. Unlike the day, at night, in the hospital it was much more laid back, of course there were still patients that needed to be taken care of, and there were emergencies that came in late at night, but the whole atmosphere was a lot less busy.
He guessed another reason that he liked working so late was probably genetic, his whole family had a habit of working late, it was just that in his case that he slept before working late. He remembered nights as a young child that he would wake up from a bad dream or would get out of bed being unable to sleep, and so would go and find his mother. More often than not she would still be awake and working well past midnight, and so he would stay up with her and assist, doing such things as fetching her mugs of coffee, or listening to her read him the report that she had just written, to check for any mistakes that she had made. At his youngest he was too small to spot any mistakes, but he would listen, and that seemed to help, so he guessed that was where he had learnt to listen.
As a general rule Tad didn't dress too smartly to go to work, and usually wore civilian clothes. This was for several reasons, firstly he thought that he was too young to be worried about looking professional, he knew that he could do the job and that was all that mattered to him. Secondly, most people that came into the hospital at night were too tired to notice what he was wearing anyway, and so never commented. Thirdly, and finally, he found it much easier to get people to talk to him if he presented himself in a way that made them feel comfortable, and not like they were on trial, and they were being tested on wrong and right answers.
The second set of doors to the hospital swooshed closed behind him and he turned left and down the corridor. He got to the reception desk, and dropped his rug sack from his shoulder, leaning it against a wall. "Goodnight Mel," he said to the receptionist who was talking to a young woman as he moved behind the reception desk.
Mel looked across quickly at Tad, "Goodnight," she said, before quickly returning to the enquiring woman.
Tad went to his pigeon whole and took out a pile of pads, and a large and heavy text book. He looked at the cover of the text book: 'Successful doctor patient communication', written by some jerk who had spent years analysing the doctor-patient relationship. On the cover of the book was a yellow post-it note reading 'I want this read by the conference in a week Tuesday'. Doing some quick sums in his head he realised that he would never be able to read it all by then.
"Okay, well thank you for trying anyway," he over heard the woman say as he turned round and headed back for his rug sack.
"Is there any thing I can help with?" he asked screwing up the post-it note and chucking it away into the bin, only half looking at the young woman by the desk.
"I don't think so," her voice said in a matter of fact sort of way.
Tad reached the other side of the reception desk, and reached for his bag, "try me," he said as he slung it back over his shoulder.
"I'm looking for someone?" she said a little exhaustedly, "but it seems that they are not here so I shall leave," she tried to pick up her voice a little.
Tad looked at the woman square in the face, "a patient?" he asked.
"No, he is a doctor," she replied.
Tad looked across at Mel who was listening intently to their conversation, at seeing him she got a little embarrassed at listening in, and turned back to her computer screen. "Are you here for a medical reason then?" he guessed.
"It does not matter, I shall come back tomorrow," she turned to leave.
"Nice try," Tad smiled, "this way," he nodded down the corridor and walked on expecting her to follow, uncertain of what else to do she did. Moments later they arrived at a door which he opened, holding it for her to enter, "computer lights," he instructed as she entered the office.
Tad dumped his bag by the foot of the desk, and turned his computer on, sitting down himself, he indicated a seat opposite his desk for her to sit at. "Doctor Tobias Janeway," he introduced himself with a smile.
The woman started a little at the name Janeway, thinking he may be a relation of the captain's but immediately excused the name, with the thought that two people unrelated could have the same Surname. "Annika Hanson," Seven introduced herself a little sceptically, as he looked a little young to be a doctor, "you're a doctor?" she asked.
Tad nodded, but was a little distracted by the computer screen, "what did you say this doctor's name was?"
Seven paused, "he doesn't have a name, he's an EMH, mark 1," she expected the doctor to give her a weird look at the idea that she was looking for an EMH, but he didn't.
"Ah the doctor," Tad nodded to himself, "he's on some conference, won't be back for a few days," he looked up at Seven, "it's not important is it?"
She didn't answer his question, "how long precisely?" she didn't mean to demand like that, but she did want to see him as soon as possible.
He raised an eyebrow, before he furrowed it with his other as he looked at the computer screen, "four days, at least, sometimes these conferences can go on for some time. I can give you an address if you want," he offered.
"That will be acceptable," even as she said the words she realised how harsh they sounded. She tended to do that when she was in an unfamiliar place, or with people that were unfamiliar to her, she would act very defensively, and often be unintentionally rude.
However, the doctor seemed unfazed by this, "you still haven't answered my question," he met her eyes, "is there something important that you wish to discuss with him, maybe something that I may be able to help with," he offered his help.
She paused, uncertain whether or not she wanted to discuss something with someone that she had never met before, he noticed her hesitation, "I don't bite," he joked, "well not for a while anyway-" when she gave him a cautious look he amended his words quickly, "sorry, bad joke, wrong audience," he smiled.
"I will wait for the doctor to return," she got up from the chair, "thank you for your time," she nodded as she turned for the door.
"Anytime," he shrugged as she opened the door and left his office.
'Interesting' he thought to himself before picking up the text book that he had left on his desk and putting it on the book shelf. After unpacking his rug sack of pads he made his way out of the office, to scrub up for the ER ward.
~*~
'Geek central', Sahara desert, Africa.
Although it was night in Eastern America, morning was breaking on the open plains of the Sahara. The sun span out across the horizon, and to any one that cared to look it was a beautiful sight, however, Felicity had never really cared for beautiful sights, and so couldn't care less about the sun rising. What she did care about however, was anything that moved faster than the light, and on that day it was the new shuttle she was test flying.
"Have you heard a word I've been saying?" Pierce frowned, annoyed.
"More than just the one," Felicity smiled, purposely trying to wind him up.
Pierce continued to frown, but gave up on his disapproving look, "well, do you know what you're doing?" he asked exasperatedly.
"Standing here getting a lecture," she quipped, but only to get another exasperated look, "yes, I know what I'm doing," she said at last.
"I hope so," Pierce hung his shoulders, "you're our last hope," he added.
"No Pierce," a voice came mysteriously from behind them, "there is another," they both turned to see Gary standing with his arms crossed, beaming at them both.
"Am I missing something?" Felicity looked from Gary and back to Pierce, they were both laughing at what Gary had just said.
"Star Wars," Gary grinned.
"Sad," Felicity shook her head and made her way towards the shuttle, "I'll see you guys in a few days," she said.
"This is a four hour mission," Pierce ran after her, worried that she was planning something drastic.
"Relax Pierce," Felicity climbed up the ladder against the shuttle, "I was kidding, you've really got to learn to relax."
After a few last minute panics from Pierce, the shuttle was cleared for take off, and within moments of the clearance being given the shuttle took off and disappeared into the distance.
~*~
End of chapter 1
This is the sequel to 'Unnameable Unplacable', but if you haven't read it, don't worry it doesn't follow on directly, so you should be fine reading this.
This is set about a year after Endgame and about three months after my previous story. Seven and Chakotay are no longer together, but instead Chakotay is with Janeway, so obviously this is, at heart, a J/C story. However, if you only like to read J/C, they only take up about a third of this story, so you decide whether or not you want to read it, but please do, and feel free to give me some feedback.
I know that my spelling isn't perfect, so please don't write a review saying that I have spelling mistakes, and that sentences make no sense. What would be a lot more useful to me, would be if you could tell me which word I have spelt wrong, and give me the correct version (I often type the correct spelling, but wrong word or just the wrong spelling), I apologise in advance for any mistakes.
Star dates are really hard to put into normal dates, so I have guessed the month that Voyager returned to the Alpha quadrant. In the book homecoming they return about four weeks before the first term of the academy begins, or something like that, so I figured it would have been about August that Voyager made it home. Then again, I may be totally wrong, but for the purposes of this story, Voyager returned to the Alpha quadrant on the 14th of August 2378.
~*~
Chapter 1: Geek central
San Francisco, May 2nd 2379.
"How are you feeling?" Kathryn turned at the sound of the voice, and saw Chakotay sitting by her bed.
"Groggy," she smiled, "have I been here long?"
He shook his head, "not that long, a few hours maybe."
Kathryn met his eyes and saw all the love she had for him reflected back in them. She put her hand out and reached for his, instinctively he took her hand in his and smiled down at her. Her smile faltered slightly fearing the answer to her next question, "did everything go okay?" she asked.
Chakotay's smile widened, if that was at all possible, "yes, the doctor says that the implantation went well, but he'll be here in a few moments just to talk with the two of us."
Kathryn looked at him sternly, "about what? I thought you said that everything was okay-"
"It is," he interrupted her panic, "but he still needs to go through a few things with us, after all this isn't an ordinary pregnancy."
At hearing the word pregnancy Kathryn smiled, when she had put their embryo into status aboard Voyager she had never thought that she would be able to re-implant because the circumstances were so difficult, but no she was so happy to be again carrying his child. "I want to have a scan done," she started impatiently.
Chakotay laughed lightly, "we'll ask the doctor when he comes back in, he just wanted to give us some space to talk things over."
Although Kathryn was still smiling, Chakotay noticed that tears were forming in her eyes, noticing that he was looking at her she looked away. Swiftly he moved from his chair and sat on the edge of her bed, "what's wrong?" he asked softly, wishing more than anything to take what ever was causing her pain from her.
"It's nothing," she sat up in the bed, and returned his gaze, "it's just it shouldn't have happened like this Chakotay, I just keep thinking that maybe if I hadn't taken your memories then things would have worked out differently."
He thought for a moment about this, when he had first found out that Kathryn had manipulated his memories of their time on New Earth he had been so angry with her. He saw their whole time on Voyager after that as a lie, and felt cheated out of fatherhood by Kathryn. But when the anger subsided and he began to think more clearly he began to realise how hard it had been on Kathryn after New Earth; she had had to return to Voyager and pretend that nothing had ever happened with her and Chakotay, and had had to make the awful decision to end her pregnancy alone.
"Different, yes," he said at last with a lump in his throat, "but maybe not better." She looked at him sharply, waiting for him to explain. "If you hadn't wiped my memories I don't think I would have let you go so easily back on Voyager, and if we had have continued our relationship then I think maybe some of my marquis crew and maybe some of yours may have decided to mutiny, when Seska took over Voyager. And if we had have decided to break up, there would have always been friction between the two of us and we wouldn't have made such a good command team."
Kathryn reached out and touched his face, "I don't deserve you," she said quietly.
"Really!" he said with mock surprise, "because I was under the impression that I didn't deserve you; I just happened to fall in love with the most challenging, compassionate and beautiful woman I have ever met, and I am nothing more than a terrorist, a villain, an angry warrior who has long forgotten what he's angry at, and it just so happens that this most amazing woman loves me back."
"I'd love to meet this woman," Kathryn laughed, "sounds like I'd like her."
Chakotay folded his arms, "no, I think you'd hate her. You've met her on several occasions and all you do is fight!"
"That's probably because there's two of us and just the one of you. I can't stand sharing." She stated with a quirky grin.
Joking was over and Chakotay's face fell serious, she wasn't quite sure why until he leant in and brushed his lips against hers. She closed her eyes and returned the kiss, running her fingers through his hair, for the first time in a while completely contented with her life- the life that she was making with Chakotay.
"Uhum," a voice sounded from behind them. Reluctantly Chakotay broke away from Kathryn and turned to see the doctor standing by the door way. "When you two have quite finished," the doctor near to scolded them.
Chakotay smirking at getting caught in the act turned to Kathryn who he saw was also finding it hard to stifle laughter. But in the few moments it took for the doctor to cross the room to her bed, she had pulled her self together enough to ask for a scan of their baby.
~*~
San Francisco, July 7th 2379.
Tad walked into the hospital ready to start his night shift. For some reason he preferred the night shift to that of the day, and so he always volunteered for it. There was just something about working late at night that appealed to him. Unlike the day, at night, in the hospital it was much more laid back, of course there were still patients that needed to be taken care of, and there were emergencies that came in late at night, but the whole atmosphere was a lot less busy.
He guessed another reason that he liked working so late was probably genetic, his whole family had a habit of working late, it was just that in his case that he slept before working late. He remembered nights as a young child that he would wake up from a bad dream or would get out of bed being unable to sleep, and so would go and find his mother. More often than not she would still be awake and working well past midnight, and so he would stay up with her and assist, doing such things as fetching her mugs of coffee, or listening to her read him the report that she had just written, to check for any mistakes that she had made. At his youngest he was too small to spot any mistakes, but he would listen, and that seemed to help, so he guessed that was where he had learnt to listen.
As a general rule Tad didn't dress too smartly to go to work, and usually wore civilian clothes. This was for several reasons, firstly he thought that he was too young to be worried about looking professional, he knew that he could do the job and that was all that mattered to him. Secondly, most people that came into the hospital at night were too tired to notice what he was wearing anyway, and so never commented. Thirdly, and finally, he found it much easier to get people to talk to him if he presented himself in a way that made them feel comfortable, and not like they were on trial, and they were being tested on wrong and right answers.
The second set of doors to the hospital swooshed closed behind him and he turned left and down the corridor. He got to the reception desk, and dropped his rug sack from his shoulder, leaning it against a wall. "Goodnight Mel," he said to the receptionist who was talking to a young woman as he moved behind the reception desk.
Mel looked across quickly at Tad, "Goodnight," she said, before quickly returning to the enquiring woman.
Tad went to his pigeon whole and took out a pile of pads, and a large and heavy text book. He looked at the cover of the text book: 'Successful doctor patient communication', written by some jerk who had spent years analysing the doctor-patient relationship. On the cover of the book was a yellow post-it note reading 'I want this read by the conference in a week Tuesday'. Doing some quick sums in his head he realised that he would never be able to read it all by then.
"Okay, well thank you for trying anyway," he over heard the woman say as he turned round and headed back for his rug sack.
"Is there any thing I can help with?" he asked screwing up the post-it note and chucking it away into the bin, only half looking at the young woman by the desk.
"I don't think so," her voice said in a matter of fact sort of way.
Tad reached the other side of the reception desk, and reached for his bag, "try me," he said as he slung it back over his shoulder.
"I'm looking for someone?" she said a little exhaustedly, "but it seems that they are not here so I shall leave," she tried to pick up her voice a little.
Tad looked at the woman square in the face, "a patient?" he asked.
"No, he is a doctor," she replied.
Tad looked across at Mel who was listening intently to their conversation, at seeing him she got a little embarrassed at listening in, and turned back to her computer screen. "Are you here for a medical reason then?" he guessed.
"It does not matter, I shall come back tomorrow," she turned to leave.
"Nice try," Tad smiled, "this way," he nodded down the corridor and walked on expecting her to follow, uncertain of what else to do she did. Moments later they arrived at a door which he opened, holding it for her to enter, "computer lights," he instructed as she entered the office.
Tad dumped his bag by the foot of the desk, and turned his computer on, sitting down himself, he indicated a seat opposite his desk for her to sit at. "Doctor Tobias Janeway," he introduced himself with a smile.
The woman started a little at the name Janeway, thinking he may be a relation of the captain's but immediately excused the name, with the thought that two people unrelated could have the same Surname. "Annika Hanson," Seven introduced herself a little sceptically, as he looked a little young to be a doctor, "you're a doctor?" she asked.
Tad nodded, but was a little distracted by the computer screen, "what did you say this doctor's name was?"
Seven paused, "he doesn't have a name, he's an EMH, mark 1," she expected the doctor to give her a weird look at the idea that she was looking for an EMH, but he didn't.
"Ah the doctor," Tad nodded to himself, "he's on some conference, won't be back for a few days," he looked up at Seven, "it's not important is it?"
She didn't answer his question, "how long precisely?" she didn't mean to demand like that, but she did want to see him as soon as possible.
He raised an eyebrow, before he furrowed it with his other as he looked at the computer screen, "four days, at least, sometimes these conferences can go on for some time. I can give you an address if you want," he offered.
"That will be acceptable," even as she said the words she realised how harsh they sounded. She tended to do that when she was in an unfamiliar place, or with people that were unfamiliar to her, she would act very defensively, and often be unintentionally rude.
However, the doctor seemed unfazed by this, "you still haven't answered my question," he met her eyes, "is there something important that you wish to discuss with him, maybe something that I may be able to help with," he offered his help.
She paused, uncertain whether or not she wanted to discuss something with someone that she had never met before, he noticed her hesitation, "I don't bite," he joked, "well not for a while anyway-" when she gave him a cautious look he amended his words quickly, "sorry, bad joke, wrong audience," he smiled.
"I will wait for the doctor to return," she got up from the chair, "thank you for your time," she nodded as she turned for the door.
"Anytime," he shrugged as she opened the door and left his office.
'Interesting' he thought to himself before picking up the text book that he had left on his desk and putting it on the book shelf. After unpacking his rug sack of pads he made his way out of the office, to scrub up for the ER ward.
~*~
'Geek central', Sahara desert, Africa.
Although it was night in Eastern America, morning was breaking on the open plains of the Sahara. The sun span out across the horizon, and to any one that cared to look it was a beautiful sight, however, Felicity had never really cared for beautiful sights, and so couldn't care less about the sun rising. What she did care about however, was anything that moved faster than the light, and on that day it was the new shuttle she was test flying.
"Have you heard a word I've been saying?" Pierce frowned, annoyed.
"More than just the one," Felicity smiled, purposely trying to wind him up.
Pierce continued to frown, but gave up on his disapproving look, "well, do you know what you're doing?" he asked exasperatedly.
"Standing here getting a lecture," she quipped, but only to get another exasperated look, "yes, I know what I'm doing," she said at last.
"I hope so," Pierce hung his shoulders, "you're our last hope," he added.
"No Pierce," a voice came mysteriously from behind them, "there is another," they both turned to see Gary standing with his arms crossed, beaming at them both.
"Am I missing something?" Felicity looked from Gary and back to Pierce, they were both laughing at what Gary had just said.
"Star Wars," Gary grinned.
"Sad," Felicity shook her head and made her way towards the shuttle, "I'll see you guys in a few days," she said.
"This is a four hour mission," Pierce ran after her, worried that she was planning something drastic.
"Relax Pierce," Felicity climbed up the ladder against the shuttle, "I was kidding, you've really got to learn to relax."
After a few last minute panics from Pierce, the shuttle was cleared for take off, and within moments of the clearance being given the shuttle took off and disappeared into the distance.
~*~
End of chapter 1