One of my older neglected stories…. I wrote this years ago…. Uploaded the first chapter and never got to the rest…. I have just found this hiding in my laptop…. Time to upload… Enjoy.
Captain Janeway had finished her shift thirty minutes ago but somehow had not managed to convince herself to actually leave the ready room. She felt safe in the office; at least there she had purpose and a reason to be. Though she would never admit it; in her personal life she felt hollow and empty. It's not as if she didn't get any fun, because she did, her regular girls night's with Sam, B'Elanna and Susan Nicoletti were always fun, thought she knew since B'Elanna had insisted she join the tree of them things were not quite the same during those evenings. A girl's night in with your captain was not the same as a girl's night in without her, no matter what her half-Klingon chief engineer insisted.
Sam had been dating Joe Carry now for many months and Aunt Kath was one of Naomi's favourites for babysitting. Though the innocent child had not hesitated you tell the lonely captain how her mother had spent over an hour each time she came making sure their quarters were tidy and 'within regulations' before she came each time.
Neilex always saved her a special 'captains' dinner and gave her special attention as the captain and Seven never really opened up to her the way she did with the others. "You can't be friends with your captain" had been the slender blondes answer upon further questioning from Kathryn.
Kathryn was in short fed up with trying to have a personal life on this ship, the only person who seemed to accept she was anything but the captain was her dashing first officer and there he was asking for the one kind of relationship she couldn't give him, Not that she didn't want to.
That's where this had all began, Chakotay and his damned mash potato. The dam stuff would be exploding out the air vents for weeks. Stupid fool, she mused to herself, and he had the cheek to claim she was a poor cook! Hell she didn't even like mash potato! Nor did he as it happened.
Captain Janeway had just let her train of thought wonder back to his tanned skin, his dark eyes and the lines of his tattoo over his left eye. Oh damn, she thought to herself, this has to stop, standing up she straitened her uniform. Ran her hands through her hair and headed out of her office. This called for a long bath, lots of bubbles and a good book to read…
Deciding it best to leave the ready room tough the corridor and not the bridge she stepped out of the door's and made her way to the turbo-lift when, hello… she walked into something large and firm. Looking up she saw those dark eyes and the lines of the tattoo. Damn those dimples got her every time…. Even if she was annoyed with him over the business with the mash potato….