This chapter was really hard for me write. I hate doing what I did but it was an important part of the story and the direction I'm taking it. This was the first time I've written anything like this and it did make me feel uncomfortable but I powered through to bring you the next chapter.


Kathryn was calmly sitting in her quarter reading the latest report from Seven. She couldn't understand how Seven could make the most interesting thing sound boring and clinical. The trouble with boring reports was the mind tended to wander as Kathryn found hers doing. It had drifted once again to Q and his unknown location. Why had he left with no warning and was he coming back? She was finding it hard to imagine her ship without Q. She was finding it strange without some grandiose exit claiming she had broken his heart and he would never return to such a cruel, heartless creature. The sound of her door chime interrupted her thoughts.

"Come," she called, wondering who would be coming to see her at this time.

The door opened to admit Chakotay into the room. As he walks in he smiles at her while looking the appropriate amount of guilty in the situation. Kathryn tenses, wondering why he has come to see her. He stands before her, looking her at her in silence. She crosses one leg over the other and deliberately waits for him to speak.

"Kathryn, how are you?" he asks, awkwardly breaking the silence.

Kathryn shrugs her shoulders in response.

"And Q? Has he turned up again?" he asked, uncomfortably waiting for her to talk to her.

In answer her eyes turn icy, daring him to keep going with this line of questioning. Seeing the look she gave him, Chakotay began to back pedal.

"It's just, I know he's gone and I'm really sorry about that and if I knew how to bring him back I would for you, you know, if that's what you want… And… And…" Chakotay trailed off, looking despondently at the carpet.

Kathryn couldn't help softening her look. She's missed him even though she knew she should never speak to him again. They were such good friends and still would be if Q hadn't interrupted their daily lives. No, she couldn't blame Q. After all, all he did was fall in love and you can't blame someone for that. If only he hadn't involved himself that stupid fight. Everything would still be fine and she could be happy.

"If you can find it in your heart to forgive me, I would be most grateful, Kathryn," Chakotay beseeched her, grabbing her hand, staring pleadingly into her eyes.

"I'm afraid that's not possible. If that's all you have come here for, I suggest you leave," Kathryn replied, turning away.

"Please Kathryn. Just tell me what to do to receive your forgiveness," he begged, almost falling to his knees.

"No Chakotay. I can't give you my forgiveness," she insisted, standing up, trying to make her point.

"You can, Kathryn. Just try. I'm willing to do anything. Just, please, forgive me," he pleaded with her, sounding impossibly sad.

"You know I can't. Not after your little spectacle in the mess hall," she barked.

"Why not?" he retorted, grabbing hold of her hand from where it hung by her side.

"Because as an officer of Starfleet it is completely inappropriate to engage a guest in a situation where they may be physically hurt. As my First Officer it makes it even worse. This isn't a Marquis ship and you are expected to act as if you are Starfleet officer. You'd do well to remember that," she seethed, wrenching her hand from his hold.

"I was doing what I had to do to protect my Captain," he roared at her.

"You were doing what you had to do to protect your own investment, you mean?" she thundered back in response.

"Can't you see how wrong he is for you?" he bellowed, grabbing her waist and pulling her forward.

"That's your opinion," she hissed, trying to break his grip.

In response he pulled her flush against him. She crashed her hand into his chest trying to push him away from her. All this made him do was tighten his grip on her. He leaned down to her level, looking her straight in the eye.

"You were meant to be mine," he viciously spat before bringing his lips towards hers.

Before he had a chance to make contact, Kathryn lifted her knee, effectively kneeing him in the groin. As he clutched the now sore part of his anatomy, she pushed him away from her in disgust. He lunged after her, grabbing hold of her hand in a bone crunching hold.

"Commander, for your own safety I suggest you let go of me," she threatened in a dangerous voice.

"No, not until I have claimed what is rightfully mine," he shouted, getting to his feet while her hand stayed in his vice like grip.

"I don't know what you're referring to but I believe it is not in this room so you should look elsewhere," she said in a dangerously low voice.

"I think you do know what I mean," he stated as he began to back her up.

"You're mistaken, now leave," she ordered, trying to once again push him away from her.

"My dear Kathryn, how could you not know," he whispered as his hand wandered to her ass.

She gasped as she felt the contact, momentarily stopping her assault on him. He took this as consent and began to lower his head once again. Before he could connect their lips she began to hit against his chest again.

"Why must you make this so difficult, Kathryn?" he whispered, leaning his head against hers.

In this moment of weakness, Kathryn managed to extract herself from his grip and dodged around him before he could grab her again.

"Leave," she commanded, the steely glint in her eye flashing.

"No," he replied as he began to once again back her up.

Each step made her feel as if she was running from him and showing fear but she knew by standing her ground… She didn't even want to think about it.

Soon enough her back connected with the wall and she knew she had no chance of escape. She briefly considered calling Q but was unsure if he would show up given their current… circumstances. Chakotay thumped his hand against the wall beside her head and leaned in once again.

"I will have you, Kathryn," he insisted as he brought his other hand to her waist.

As he placed his lips against hers she began to struggle, trying to get her knee to his groin again. Chakotay, already one step ahead of her, placed one of his legs between hers. She stood stoke still after that move, conscious of how close their two bodies were and repulsed by the feeling. His hands began to wander, pushing up the fabric of her shirt as he sought her breasts while the other travelled further south. She begun to struggle once again as she felt the trail his hands were making. Just as his hand dipped beneath the waistband of her pants the door chimed again.

Before Chakotay could stop her from talking she gasped out, "Enter."

Chakotay quickly ripped his hands from her body and moved away before the door could open fully. Kathryn leaned against the wall, letting out a relieved sigh. Tuvok walked into the room, taking in the scene before him. Chakotay determinedly looking out the window and Kathryn tried to catch her breath and right her clothes while pointedly not looking at the Commander. Chakotay turned around, looking towards Tuvok.

"Goodbye Captain, Tuvok," he coolly said as he left the room.

Kathryn glared after his retreating figure. Tuvok watched the two humans with a raised eyebrow. He could see the animosity between them and could only speculate as to why it was there.

"Is everything all right, Captain?" he asked with as much worry as a Vulcan could possess.

"I'm fine, Tuvok," she replied, giving him a small smile as she took her seat on the couch once again.

Tuvok raised his eyebrow at her response as he too took a seat on her couch.

"I have the report you requested, Captain," he said, handing over the PADD in his hand.

Kathryn began to read it, wondering how the crew was taking the development in her love life. She sighed as she set the PADD down and closed her eyes. How was she taking the development in her love life? Not well at the moment. Not after… Well, at least Tuvok was still on her side after all this. She looked over to her companion. If he wasn't a Vulcan she would have sworn his face showed worry and concern for her.

"Thank you, Tuvok. I'll make sure to read it thoroughly," she replied as she flashed a smile at him, hoping it would reassure him that everything was fine.

Before Kathryn could say anymore, her stomach interrupted by growling its complaint of the lack of food. She gave Tuvok a sheepish smile as she stood up. Tuvok followed suite.

"Would you accompany to the mess hall for dinner, Captain?" he asked, noting the happiness his offer brought.

"I'd love to, Tuvok," she answered as she took his arm and steered him out the door.

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