A/N: Considering my computer is stupid, I'm going to thank Audrey for
betaing chapter six hear. And hear's chapter seven. Now, please, please
review?
Chapter Seven: "Confrentation"
Seska slowly blinked awake. She was lying on her bed, in her quarters, still dressed in her uniform from the previous day. She couldn't remember how she had gotten there, in fact, the last thing she could remember from last night was. She groaned and wondered if it would be worth getting up that day, for the last thing she remember was breaking down and crying in front of the alternate Chakotay. What had she been thinking?! He obviously didn't love her, no, he hated her! How could she have shown such weakness in front of someone she hardly new? All these questions, and more, spun about in her mind, all coming to one, very important question: What would she tell Chakotay when she got up? She could hope that he wasn't awake yet, or stay in bed until he was gone. If she did see him, she could ignore him, pretend he didn't exist. This decided, she slowly rose from her bed and headed for her shower.
She came out fifteen minutes later, changed into a new uniform and headed out of the bedroom. He hadn't left. No, he was still there, and sitting on the sofa sipping a cup of coffee. That didn't bother her as much as what he held in his other hand. It was one of the knives she used to practice on the holodeck with. He was examining it with a thoughtful, almost sad expression on his face. She darted forward, grabbing the knife from his hand angrily.
"How dare you go through my things?!" she demanded.
"I wasn't. It was just sitting on the table there." He gestured at the end table beside the sofa.
"Well, it's mine and you had no right to touch it." She snapped.
"Sorry." He said calmly, "I didn't know it was so important to you."
Seska winced inwardly. The truth was, the knife wasn't that important to her. It wasn't the fact that he had touched something important to her, it was the fact that he had touched something of hers at all. The man who sat before her looked so much like her husband, that it was painful just to look at him. The thought of this man just coming into her.their quarters, and looking at her things like they were his own bothered her to no end.
"I wasn't prying." He said softly, "I was just interested. I think my Seska would have liked it."
"Really?" She was curious despite of herself.
"Well, you two are basically the same person."
Anger flared up in her, "No! I'm nothing like her. I would never hurt you.I mean, my Chakotay."
"So you would hurt me?" his eyes caught and held her gaze with an intensity that made her shiver.
"For all I know, you could be some kind of trick. Some type of alien trying to infiltrate the crew. If you are that, then yes, I'd have no qualms about hurting, maybe even killing you."
He didn't back down, "But if I truly am who I say I am, would you hurt me?"
She stared at him, desperately wishing for a diversion. He reached out, taking one of her hands in his own, drawing her to sit beside him on the sofa. Her mind was a frenzy of distorted images. She loved her Chakotay and would never do anything to harm him, but this wasn't her Chakotay. This was a man who hated her, who thought of her as a traitor to Voyager and her crew. But she was, or at least someone very much like her was. Which brought around the question that had sparked the whole thing: Was she so unlike this other Seska?
She was saved answering by the red alert sirens blaring throughout the ship. The Captain's voice came over their communicators, "Red alert, unidentified alien ship approaching with weapons charged. All hands to battle stations."
They were both on their feet within a second, and running for the door.
Chapter Seven: "Confrentation"
Seska slowly blinked awake. She was lying on her bed, in her quarters, still dressed in her uniform from the previous day. She couldn't remember how she had gotten there, in fact, the last thing she could remember from last night was. She groaned and wondered if it would be worth getting up that day, for the last thing she remember was breaking down and crying in front of the alternate Chakotay. What had she been thinking?! He obviously didn't love her, no, he hated her! How could she have shown such weakness in front of someone she hardly new? All these questions, and more, spun about in her mind, all coming to one, very important question: What would she tell Chakotay when she got up? She could hope that he wasn't awake yet, or stay in bed until he was gone. If she did see him, she could ignore him, pretend he didn't exist. This decided, she slowly rose from her bed and headed for her shower.
She came out fifteen minutes later, changed into a new uniform and headed out of the bedroom. He hadn't left. No, he was still there, and sitting on the sofa sipping a cup of coffee. That didn't bother her as much as what he held in his other hand. It was one of the knives she used to practice on the holodeck with. He was examining it with a thoughtful, almost sad expression on his face. She darted forward, grabbing the knife from his hand angrily.
"How dare you go through my things?!" she demanded.
"I wasn't. It was just sitting on the table there." He gestured at the end table beside the sofa.
"Well, it's mine and you had no right to touch it." She snapped.
"Sorry." He said calmly, "I didn't know it was so important to you."
Seska winced inwardly. The truth was, the knife wasn't that important to her. It wasn't the fact that he had touched something important to her, it was the fact that he had touched something of hers at all. The man who sat before her looked so much like her husband, that it was painful just to look at him. The thought of this man just coming into her.their quarters, and looking at her things like they were his own bothered her to no end.
"I wasn't prying." He said softly, "I was just interested. I think my Seska would have liked it."
"Really?" She was curious despite of herself.
"Well, you two are basically the same person."
Anger flared up in her, "No! I'm nothing like her. I would never hurt you.I mean, my Chakotay."
"So you would hurt me?" his eyes caught and held her gaze with an intensity that made her shiver.
"For all I know, you could be some kind of trick. Some type of alien trying to infiltrate the crew. If you are that, then yes, I'd have no qualms about hurting, maybe even killing you."
He didn't back down, "But if I truly am who I say I am, would you hurt me?"
She stared at him, desperately wishing for a diversion. He reached out, taking one of her hands in his own, drawing her to sit beside him on the sofa. Her mind was a frenzy of distorted images. She loved her Chakotay and would never do anything to harm him, but this wasn't her Chakotay. This was a man who hated her, who thought of her as a traitor to Voyager and her crew. But she was, or at least someone very much like her was. Which brought around the question that had sparked the whole thing: Was she so unlike this other Seska?
She was saved answering by the red alert sirens blaring throughout the ship. The Captain's voice came over their communicators, "Red alert, unidentified alien ship approaching with weapons charged. All hands to battle stations."
They were both on their feet within a second, and running for the door.