Kathryn Janeway sat in her bed in her quarters tugging on her sneakers, hopefully since it was so late no one else would be using the program, she could really use a good run to clear her mind.

She stood and started toward the holodeck.

Two years ago during their second month in the Delta Quadrant Tom Paris had designed an elaborate gym program to keep everyone fit, it was scheduled to run everyday from 1500 hours until midnight unless someone reserved the time for something else.

Since it was 0100 hours, the program was supposed to be shut down, but being Captain has its privileges, so she scheduled it to run until she shut it down.

She paused at the entrance, "Computer, is there anyone else using this program?"

"Affirmative. There are two crew members currently in the holodeck."

Kathryn thought for a moment, she really didn't like working out in front of others, and she didn't normally use this specific program, but she decided her need for an energy release was too great and she entered.

The gym was way larger than the last time she had used the program. Tom had added a second level to the already large room and he had added many elaborate machines.

To the left of the entrance was a wall of mirrors facing the weights area. There were three full sets of weights and about 10 table-things in front of it, to the far left of the room there was a non-mirrored space with two more sets of weights. Behind the weight area there were arm machines and various other archaic looking exercise contraptions, this was definitely not a 24th century gym, but goodness there was enough equipment on the first floor alone to allow the entire crew to exercise at the same time.

She walked around a bit, trying to spot the two other crew members, but didn't see anyone and figured they were on the second floor. Towards the right-back corner Kathryn stumbled upon a variety of Klingon weapons and armor as well as a few other items from different cultures. She was glad to see that Tom had thought to include a space for the non-human members of the crew.

She walked to the plain-walled area of the weights section, set down her water bottle, and grabbed the 10's to warm up. She went through her exercises and attempted to push herself without pulling anything, a trip to the Doctor was the last thing she wanted. Soon she was sweating, and the burning sensation in her arms and legs helped her relax a bit. Each time there was a surge of the stressed and frustrated energy to her hands, she went for a heavier weight to get rid of it.

The scare of losing Be'lanna and Harry to that crazy manifestation of fear had kept her on edge, she hadn't been able to fight the thing face to face, and the lack of control annoyed her. Yes she had been the one to trick him, but was it really her? It was a hologram, but then again the Doctor is a hologram and he is an independent being so maybe… she shook her head, enough.

She channeled her need to control what had happened into her movements as best she could, but she was still feeling stressed and frustrated.

She put away all the weights and looked for a treadmill with a screen on it so she could monitor the ship's systems and calm her mind, but found none. All the treadmills were plain except for two in the corner that were curved and very strange looking.

She gave the room one last look before she headed towards the staircase near the entrance, maybe there were more options up there. She hadn't seen the other crewman leave the program yet so she assumed they were still up there. Stalling to avoid any unwanted interactions she went to the replicator on the far wall to fill her water bottle.

On her way she caught a glimpse of herself in the mirror, she paused and looked at her reflection.

The Kathryn that had started on this journey was definitely gone, her hips had more curve to them, the bags under her eyes looked somewhat similar to bruises, and her butt wasn't quite as sculpted. She hadn't gained weight exactly, hard to do when your diet is mainly coffee, but she had lost some of the definition she had when she started as Captain.

She sighed and looked at herself once more, then continued to the replicator.

While she was waiting for the bottle to fill she heard footsteps and turned around the see Ayala descending the stairs. Well that's one of them.

She turned back to the replicator, hoping he wouldn't notice her, but the hum of the water appearing caused him to turn to her.

"Oh, Hello Captain," he said a bit embarrassed, obviously a bit taken aback to see her out of uniform, in workout clothes with her hair in a ponytail.

"Hello Lieutenant, heading out?" She asked, a bit uncomfortable with the situation herself.

"Yes, I uh, I just finished training. Well, uh, goodnight Captain."

"Goodnight." She replied, managing some semblance of a kind smile.

As he scurried out she let out the breath she had been holding in subconsciously. Really it wasn't that big of a deal, but she still didn't like her crew seeing her in such a disheveled state. She shook her head and headed towards the staircase once more.

She ascended the stairs a bit distractedly, how foolish it was to let her crew see her in such a state, they would think she was weak, her mask would be cracked. Was that bad?

Ugh, seriously. She shook her head in exasperation trying to clear the unproductive thoughts from her head.

She reached the top of the stairs and looked to find a machine, but her eyes caught.

Of course, of course.

There, in a skin tight shirt, gym shorts, and boxing gloves, stood her darkly handsome first officer.