Disclaimer: See first chapter
New plan! I'm going to do more of these snap-shots to empty my brain and make room for other stuff.
While last chapter was for 'Endgame,' this one refers to the end of 'Resolutions.'
And, uh, I prefer unrequited love. I don't write romance, not really. Not unless I'm really comfortable with the characters. So J/C, J/7, C/7 people, you've nothing to fear from me except an over-excited imagination and a love of all things stupid. And maybe some paranoid narcissism (shipping really is out to get me).
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All's well that ends well, but sometimes getting what you wish for is less desirable if it means losing what you could have had without ever having to go through the trouble of asking for it.
All of which made matters of the heart just as confusing as temporal paradoxes — how could she know if it was something she even wished for in the first place if she didn't have to actually wish for it to get it? Those were questions better left to temporal mechanics and counselors, because the captain of a starship had better things to think about.
She didn't even have enough data to form an objective conclusion. All she really knew was that she felt like a giddy teenager when their hands entwined, and how he was always nearby to offer his strength and support should she need it, and how he had looked at her when all she was wearing was a towel, she herself more concerned about a primate than worried about her dignity (Chakotay did that plenty enough for the both of them).
No, that tiny amount of data was not nearly enough to allow Kathryn out of hibernation. Captain Janeway was in full control, despite those minor glitches caused by gremlins in the engines — namely, hormones and sexual drive.
Right now, Janeway could think of nothing better than some 'better than coffee,' (a lie!) to destroy this weird funk (by replacing it with another).
Well, nothing was a relative term. 'Better than coffee,' was certainly no aphrodisiac, but it wasn't exactly the proverbial cold shower.
"Commander, you have the bridge." Remove the distraction, or remove yourself.
It was too bad she couldn't write off her irrational behavior on caffeine withdraw. Why did the replicator have to pick then, of all times, to work?
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A/N: Expunged is my second-favorite word, but it's more of a Tuvok word, so I couldn't use it here. That's upsetting. I have to do one for a Tuvok episode now.
I can't help but think I was more than half asleep when I wrote this. It doesn't make much sense, to me, at least.
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