"Chakotay, I love it," Janeway said. She was looking at his design for a boat he was planning on building.

"I have everything I need to start building," he said. Janeway looked at him and smiled. He loved that smile and she knew it. She was excited about the boat, but they were going to be on New Earth for the rest of their lives. A boat could wait a day, couldn't it?

"You don't have to start building today?" she asked. She gave him a look and he could tell what she wanted. He wanted it too, but he wasn't going to make the first move.

"I guess I could start construction tomorrow," he said. They started kissing as soon as he finished his last word, although they swept in while he was talking. They managed to make it to the bedroom without knocking anything over while continuing to kiss passionately. In the bedroom, they made love to each other for the first time.

--

The next morning, Janeway woke up, her head lying on Chakotay's bare chest. She didn't get up, instead, she stayed there, listening to Chakotay's breathing. She was in love with him and she couldn't remember why she hadn't let herself express her love.

It was a quiet morning and Janeway could only hear Chakotay's light snoring. It would be easy to miss if some other noise was being made, but in the silence off the morning, she could hear it perfectly. She snuggled closer to him, but did so carefully, so he wouldn't wake up. She ended up falling asleep again, listening to him.

He woke up shortly and looked at the peacefully sleeping Janeway on his chest. He smiled, then looked back at her. She was an angel, he was sure of it. He decided to make her breakfast in bed, so he carefully got up, put something on, and went into the kitchen.

When Janeway woke up again, it was because she was being kissed on the head and smelt coffee. She opened her eyes and smiled at Chakotay.

"Good morning," he said. "Did you sleep well?"

"Wonderfully," she said smiling as she sat up. "You?"

"I have never slept better in my life," he answered. "Are you hungry?" Janeway realized she was and looked at the tray with food on it. There was two plates of raspberry pancakes, with raspberries grown on New Earth and a glass of coffee and a glass of milk. Chakotay wasn't a big coffee drinker, especially at this hour, whatever hour it may be, and Janeway had given up trying to convince him to drink it.

So they ate their pancakes with butter and syrup, and they couldn't stop looking at each other. Everything was perfect, until Janeway heard something. She wasn't sure what it was, but it was something.

"Do you hear that?" she asked. Chakotay looked at her, wondering what it was.

"I don't hear a thing," he said. Janeway listened harder and thought she heard words. The voice was familiar, she knew, but after two months of only hearing Chakotay, any voice would sound stranger.

"It's saying something," she said. She stood up, put on her robe, and walked into the kitchen. Chakotay followed her.

"It's louder in here," she said. Chakotay listened and heard something as well.

"I hear it too." They stayed silent until Janeway could make it out. Chakotay could only hear buzzing. She knew what it was.

It was the combadge.

Janeway went over to grab it from the shelf, and walked over to Chakotay. They could make it out a bit better now; at least enough to hear the words.

"Paris to Captain Janeway and Commander Chakotay," it said through static. They looked at each other, unsure what to do. Neither wanted to activate it, because they knew the moment they did, they would be back in command roles and their relationship would go back to how it previously had been. Yet, they knew they must.

"You want to answer it, or should I?" Janeway asked. She looked up at him, waiting for an answer.

"Why don't you? They are probably dying to hear their captain," he said. Janeway nodded, but she noticed he said "they" and "their" instead of "we're" and "our." She clicked the combadge and answered, reluctantly.

"Janeway here," she said. Secretly, she hoped this was a dream or a malfunction, or something. Anything but what was really happening. It wasn't that she didn't love Voyager and her crew, she just didn't want to leave New Earth and Chakotay--or at least her and Chakotay's relationship. it couldn't be the same on Voyager as it was here, and they both knew it.

"Captain, we have found a cure for you and the commander's disease. Voyage will be arriving in approximately 36 hours," Paris said. The static wasn't as bad as before, but it was still there, only they didn't hear it. They heard it all too clear.

"Thank you. Janeway out," she said, then deactivated the link. She looked up at Chakotay and neither said anything for a long time. Eventually, Janeway broke the silence.

"I guess we should pack," she said. With those words, they got ready to go back to Voyager and become "captain" and "commander" again.

--

Paris was off by only twenty minutes, and they used that time to talk. Neither had spoke about what was going to happen next, since they knew it would be painful. Without command, they could be what they wished, but not that it was back, it was going to be harder to keep their relationship from going to far.

"When we get back--" Janeway began but Chakotay cut her off.

"Why don't we wait until we get back to decide?" he suggested. She nodded her head in agreement, just in time to catch Paris calling to them.

"Paris to Captain Janeway," he said.

"Janeway here," she said.

"Captain, we are ready to beam you both to Sickbay to be given the cure," he said.

"We're ready to beam up," she said. She looked at Chakotay once more as Kathryn Janeway, before Captain Janeway returned.

They were transported up and rematerialized in Sickbay. They looked around and found the Doctor standing with two hyposprays: one in each hand. He was smiling from ear to ear. Kes was with him and she too was smiling.

"It's good to see you both back," he said. "You won't believe what the past two months have been like. A horrible experience for morale."

"Really?" Janeway said. He pressed a hypospray against her neck and gave it to her, then gave the other to Chakotay. "So, how did you come up with the cure?"

The Doctor scanned them, stalling for time. "Well," he began. "Although we tried following orders, there were Vidiian ships everywhere we went."

"So they went against my orders," she said. Someone standing there wouldn't even have realized how angry Janeway was by the relaxed way she said it. It was almost like she didn't care. Only Chakotay realized she was angry--not about the order breaking really, but the timing. "I would have thought better from Tuvok."

"Well . . ." Kes said, looking to the Doctor. The Doctor didn't say anything and Kes continued. They would find out soon enough. "Tuvok didn't break your orders." Janeway and Chakotay looked at her, curious.

"But if Tuvok didn't, then what happened?" she asked, but Chakotay realized it right away.

"Paris."

To Be Continued . . .

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