By the time the lift doors opened, they were back in Captain and Commander mode. Together, they walked down the corridor to sickbay and entered. Bianca was sitting in the Doctor's office and only glanced up at them for a second. The Doctor was watching the pair nervously. "What's going on?" Chakotay asked when Kathryn didn't say anything.
"I need to talk to you about your daughter." The Doctor said nervously.
"We guessed."
"Your daughter…she's…" He sighed. "On the ship the Tamareela impregnated her."
"What?" Kathryn shouted, aghast.
"I'm pregnant." Bianca said quietly, standing just behind them. She thought that is would be a good idea to stop either of them trying to murder the Doctor. They both spun around and the Doctor sighed.
"I'm so sorry." Kathryn said, wrapping her arms around her child who seemed to be smaller than her despite being several inches taller. "I'm so, so sorry."
"It's not your fault." Bianca muttered as she disentangled herself from her mother's arms.
"Don't worry. We can sort it out."
"Mum, there's nothing to sort out."
"Don't worry; I'm sure the Doctor will sort it out as soon as possible. No-one needs to know."
"Mother." She shouted. Kathryn fell silent. Bianca was the only one on the ship who could do that to her. "I don't want an abortion. I want to have the baby."
"But Bianca…"
"But nothing."
"Chakotay." Kathryn rounded on him, asking for his help to make her stubborn daughter see reason.
"Well…" He said, looking between the two most terrifying women in his life. "It's your choice, Bianca."
"Chakotay." Kathryn reprimanded.
"Thanks Dad." Bianca said hugging him.
"I really don't believe you two sometimes." Kathryn said. She was smiling too much to sound like a captain. "Come on, we need to talk." They left sickbay together.
