Author's Note: This fic is for VisualIDentificationZeta, who has been waiting at least a year for a sequel. Sorry for the delay, life got in the way. You requested more Harry/K'Rene, and I hope you like this.

Disclaimer: I owe nothing, so don't sue.

Restless Dreams: Chapter one

He was somewhere warm, lying on a bed.

That was all his sense registered. His eyes opened a couple of inches, and he smiled, recognizing the cabin.

It had been his retreat since he joined Starfleet, somewhere to go when it all got too much. He must have been running the program and fallen asleep.

He was about to fall back into sleep when the door opened.

Looking up, he could see a human female with dark brown hair cut short bending over him.

"Hey." She said, softly running her fingers across his forehead. "You feeling better?"

He blinked.

"Who are you?"

Lieutenant K'Rene, daughter of Kang house of Klaa, rarely slept deeply. Like most of her people, "sleep well, but sleep lightly" was her watch word and she was normally awake long before Harry, even if he was supposed to be on shift before her.

However, when she was deep in sleep, lying on her front, head turned slightly to the left, dark hair flowing over her shoulders, one hand slid under their pillow, almost certainly clutching her knife, Commander Harry Kim couldn't think of anything more beautiful.

Propped up on one arm, he marveled at his luck, as his mate slept.

After he had returned from the Gamma Quadrant to find Libby married, he'd pretty much given up on finding anyone to share his life with. The guilt he carried, believing that he was the reason for Voyager's destruction, coupled with Penelope's deep space rescue missions had meant that opportunities for relationships were few and far between. Then a distress call from a stricken Klingon vessel had provided him a savior.

He ran his eyes along her body, admiring the smooth muscles of her back, the sharply defined ridges point downwards.

There were similar ridges on her forehead and her feet, but the plasma that had almost killed her had left both scarred and K'Rene (while she would deny it), was self conscious about them.

There were scars on her back too, as there were on any daughter of Kahless, she would tell him, but the ridges stood out, perfectly exotic against the sheets.

Unable to resist, he bent down and began to kiss along her spine, laying a row on each side.

K'Rene stirred softly.

"Not now, Ho'oy" she muttered, opening green eyes, a relic of some Hurq ancestor. "We both have duty soon."

"So?" He asked, not pausing. "Chakotay. And. Tessa. Are. Still. Away. T'Pes. Won't. Mind. A. double. Shift. She. Loves. The. Big. Chair." He punctuated every word with a kiss.

"Maybe I would." She rolled over, looking directly up at him. "Honor and Duty must come first. For Starfleet and for Klingons."

Harry laughed slightly. "I can offer no excuses, save that you have froze me with your beauty."

"Your accent is appalling." She smiled, rising up into a kiss.

"Bridge to Commander Kim."

K'Rene fell back against the sheets, muttering something about Lieutenant Keran's timing, while Harry picked up his communicator off the night stand

"Go ahead Lieutenant."

"Sorry to disturb you sir." Harry frowned to himself. Something must have upset the Adorian if he was being so formal. "Counselor Osmand has just contact us. She wishes to speak to you urgently."

IN LOVING MEMORY OF

Captain Kathryn Janeway

2335-2375

Home is the hunter, and the sailor from the seas.

He had read the inscription nearly 5 times, but he still couldn't believe it. His hand extended, touching the letters, feeling their coldness.

According to the sign on the gate, there were memorials for the 428 Starfleet and Marquis personnel who had made up the crew of USS Voyager. "The crew…acted with distinction and valour." It had said underneath, claiming it was "From Captain Janeway's final log."

Seven's stone was in a corner, moss growing all over it, and weeds.

Irrationally, he started tearing at them, pulling away the grass, his knuckles scrapping on the stone.

"Hey, I thought you said we'd do that together." He lifted his head at the familiar voice.

"Harry?"

It was Harry, and yet not the Harry he'd known. This Harry was older, and he looked like someone who'd been ill for a very long time, and was only just now starting to recover.

"It's O.K." he continued, sinking down next to Chakotay. "Sometimes I feel like doing that two."

He stroked the words. "Amika Hansen (Seven of Nine)" "she wasn't a Borg."

He looked at Chakotay, as though trying to figure out what was wrong.

"Tessa's worried about you." He said, softly. "She said you didn't recognise her and took off without a word."

He blinked. "Who's Tessa?"

Harry's hand gripped his shoulder, in a gesture of familiarity the ensign he knew would never have.

"It's O.K. Chakotay; we'll figure this out somehow."

TBC