A/N: Please forgive the spelling errors and grammer mistakes in my stories.
I have no excuse other than not having beta readers for my stories. I don't
like to share my work with most of my friends....
I like my dirty little secrets being kept to myself.
thanXxX, The Klingon Mistress
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Star Trek in any way shape or form...if I did it would be rated R or worse and make up my personal Harem of various Trek men.
Giving up Coffee
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Never in my lifetime would I have guessed that I would give up coffee. My vice , my savior , and the one friend I could always count on. Then I met
Chakotay. Granted I still kept drinking the coffee. I now stand atop a hill with a beautiful scene all around, wondering what ever happened in my life for it to all boil down to this. Try marriage some time. The idea bounces around in my head repeating itself for the umpteenth
time. If they only knew. I can no longer look into the mirror and see the woman I once was. I look into the glass and the reflection that I see is someone else entirely. She
died knowing the truth and somehow that didn't make me feel any better.
Only worse.
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They married. Tuvok performed the traditional ceremony of Chakotay's people. I performed the starfleet ceremony making it official. As they said their vows I thought about declaring it an interspecies marriage , Borg and Human. Starfleet law on interspecies marriages clearly states that it be binding for one year only and then renewed. A trial period if you will. Not that I could have. I'd already lost him anyway. As more than I realized at
the time. It started slowly. The dinners with eachother decreased. Holodeck time was forgotten. He had become hers and it had just registered in my mind. Then
the shocker. While we were working late one night in the ready room I glanced up and saw the clutter of coffee cups on my desk. 5 and one more
still half full. He hadn't said a word. I was losing him to the woman I
created from a machine. When he left I threw every cup against the wall
savoring the shattering sound they made. After that day I gave it up. Not wanting to make it seem obvious I started ordering tea when no one else was around so they would think it was coffee.
My secret tribute to a lost love I told myself.
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~~~~ The years passed. Children grew up and families formed once again. We met
alien races, formed alliances as well as making enemies. We lost crew members, grieved and most of us managed to move on. In the end , 23 years
had passed , we were home.
~~~~
~~~~
Life back on earth seemed empty. I had strived for this for years, but never once did I think that he wouldn't be there with me. I have everything I had ever wanted. Every wish I had ever voiced had come true. I regret now
that I never told him how I felt, how I really felt. Now as an admiral with a spotless record I was about to do the unthinkable. I was either going to blow my existence all to hell or I was going to fix what had gone wrong. I was going to give everything a second chance. And
maybe this time around I would have the courage to say what I had been
feeling for almost a lifetime.
thanXxX, The Klingon Mistress
DISCLAIMER: I do not own Star Trek in any way shape or form...if I did it would be rated R or worse and make up my personal Harem of various Trek men.
Giving up Coffee
~~~~
~~~~
Never in my lifetime would I have guessed that I would give up coffee. My vice , my savior , and the one friend I could always count on. Then I met
Chakotay. Granted I still kept drinking the coffee. I now stand atop a hill with a beautiful scene all around, wondering what ever happened in my life for it to all boil down to this. Try marriage some time. The idea bounces around in my head repeating itself for the umpteenth
time. If they only knew. I can no longer look into the mirror and see the woman I once was. I look into the glass and the reflection that I see is someone else entirely. She
died knowing the truth and somehow that didn't make me feel any better.
Only worse.
~~~~
~~~~
They married. Tuvok performed the traditional ceremony of Chakotay's people. I performed the starfleet ceremony making it official. As they said their vows I thought about declaring it an interspecies marriage , Borg and Human. Starfleet law on interspecies marriages clearly states that it be binding for one year only and then renewed. A trial period if you will. Not that I could have. I'd already lost him anyway. As more than I realized at
the time. It started slowly. The dinners with eachother decreased. Holodeck time was forgotten. He had become hers and it had just registered in my mind. Then
the shocker. While we were working late one night in the ready room I glanced up and saw the clutter of coffee cups on my desk. 5 and one more
still half full. He hadn't said a word. I was losing him to the woman I
created from a machine. When he left I threw every cup against the wall
savoring the shattering sound they made. After that day I gave it up. Not wanting to make it seem obvious I started ordering tea when no one else was around so they would think it was coffee.
My secret tribute to a lost love I told myself.
~~~~
~~~~ The years passed. Children grew up and families formed once again. We met
alien races, formed alliances as well as making enemies. We lost crew members, grieved and most of us managed to move on. In the end , 23 years
had passed , we were home.
~~~~
~~~~
Life back on earth seemed empty. I had strived for this for years, but never once did I think that he wouldn't be there with me. I have everything I had ever wanted. Every wish I had ever voiced had come true. I regret now
that I never told him how I felt, how I really felt. Now as an admiral with a spotless record I was about to do the unthinkable. I was either going to blow my existence all to hell or I was going to fix what had gone wrong. I was going to give everything a second chance. And
maybe this time around I would have the courage to say what I had been
feeling for almost a lifetime.