Wrap me in a bolt of lightning
Send me on my way still smiling
Maybe that's the way I should go
Straight into the mouth of the unknown
Left the spare key on the table
Never really thought I'd be able to stay
I merely visit on the weekend
I lost my whole life and a dear friend
I've said it so many times
I would change my ways
No, never mind
God knows I've tried
Call me a sinner, call me a saint
Tell me it's over, I'll still love you the same
Call me your favourite, call me the worst
Tell me it's over, I don't want you to hurt
It's all that I can say, so I'll be on my way
I finally put it all together
But nothing really lasts forever
I had to make a choice that was not mine
I had to say goodbye for the last time
I kept my whole life in a suitcase
Never really stayed in one place
Maybe that's the way it should be
You know I've led my life like a gypsy
I'll always keep you inside
You healed my heart and my life
And you know I tried
Call me a sinner, call me a saint
Tell me it's over, I'll still love you the same
Call me your favourite, call me the worst
Tell me it's over, I don't want you to hurt
It's all that I can say, so I'll be on my way
So I'll be on my way, so I'll be on my way
A peace treaty with the Remans and the Romulans signed, all notes written up into reports. Everyone onboard and heading back towards Federation space. A small party organised in the Observation Lounge for the night after the treaty was signed.
Kathryn smoothed the sky blue dress she'd chosen to wear for the party over her stomach. She reached for the hairbrush and pulled it through her hair one last time before she looked uncertainly at her reflection on last time before she ventured into the living area where Chakotay was waiting for her. When he simply stared at her, nervousness filled her stomach.
"Do I look okay?" she asked, twisting her hands together in front of her. A simple sky blue dress that fell to just below her knees, clung to her body in all the right places and with a modest neckline that showed only a little cleavage, simple, flat-soled sandals, a charm bracelet on her wrist, a small locket resting against the skin of her chest just above the neck of her dress, small touch of make up, auburn hair hanging loose over her shoulders and down her back. Chakotay's mouth opened and closed for a minute before he managed to say anything.
"Wow," he said. "You . . . you look beautiful, Kathryn." The fear swelling inside her evapourated just as quickly as it had appeared and she smiled bravely at him.
"You don't look so bad yourself," she said, looking him up and down. He was wearing a plain white shirt and black pants, and easy, comfortable shoes. Chakotay offered her his hand.
"Ready to go, m'lady?" he asked.