Phoebe groaned when she woke up to the sound of birds cheeping outside her window. It was too early, but she brought herself to climb out of the warm bed. She trudged into the hallway yawning, and upon seeing the door to the spare room open and the door to Kathryn's room ajar, stuck her head into her sister's room.
Kathryn and Chakotay lay sleeping, sprawled uncomfortably across Kathryn's bed. Kathryn was clinging to Chakotay in her sleep, mumbling something incoherent in her sleep; Chakotay's arms were wrapped protectively around her shoulders.
Phoebe smiled tiredly herself and headed downstairs; she had heard Kathryn wake up screaming the night before until she'd heard the footsteps heading towards her room, and she'd realised that the scream had been calling for Chakotay in distress.
It starts with one thing
I don't know why
It doesn't even matter how hard you try
Keep that in mind
I designed this rhyme
To explain in due time
All I know
Time is a valuable thing
Watch it fly by as the pendulum swings
Watch it count down to the end of the day
The clock ticks life away
Looking at the old-fashioned twelve-hour clock on the wall, she saw that it was only seven o'clock in the morning. She groaned, and grabbed a cup of coffee, heading to the computer console with it and hoping that B'Elanna was awake at this time in the morning - she had plans to make.
The comm call was answered by B'Elanna's husband, Tom, with Miral squirming in his arms. They'd met once or twice when they were younger, before Tom had joined the Maquis and been captured. She knew from Kathryn that he was 'StarFleet's best pliot out there'.
"Hey Phoebe. How's the Captain?"
"She was a bit shocked when she saw Chakotay here the other day, and she woke up screaming for him last night."
"Really?!" she nodded. "What did they talk about?"
"Tom!" she groaned. Despite being 'StarFleet's best pilot', he really hadn't changed much. "That's why I called. I need a favour."
"What kind of favour?"
"I want to get Kathryn and Chakotay together."
Tom grinned.
"Let the plotting begin!" he whispered excitedly, followed by an amused screech from Miral, who waved at Phoebe throw the comm. channel, almost as if she knew what was going on.