Meaningless Words.
Summer 2000.
By Kathryn Elizabeth
Part One.
Disclaimer:
All the characters of Voyager belong to Paramount. I am simply giving them a whirl!!!!
Kathryn Janeway felt tired, hot and bothered, she prayed silently to herself, as she entered the empty turbolift, that tonight there would be no ship-wide disaster, or urgent engineering emergency that need her attention. Because, if she were quite honest with herself, she would ignore it anyway in the mood she was in. She had worked for too many hours, on too little food and virtually no sleep. Even she could see that she needed to rest, for at least the next twelve hours, and if she could manage it, possibly even eighteen.
The Captain turned around in the turbolift, about to order it to take her to her quarters, when she saw her first officer come towards the lift. Although she was about to go off duty, (which to her meant lean against the turbolift wall as it closed the doors and begin to take her to the haven of her bed) she told the lift to hold the doors open, and the commander walked inside, the doors closing behind him. "Officer's quarters" both order the turbolift simultaneously, and they both give a small giggle. "What are your plans for this evening, Captain?" asks the handsome first officer.
"To go to bed!" Captain Janeway replies, "It's been a long week, and I have a lot of relaxation to catch up on!"
"Well, I suppose you wouldn't accept a dinner invitation then?" Asks Commander Chakotay, somewhat jokingly.
"It depends upon who is asking, my first officer, or my best friend!" Says Kathryn, teasing Chakotay.
"Well, the commander is off duty- as the Captain ought to be, so I guess it's boring old Chakotay!"
"In that case, I accept the kind offer of dinner!" As she says this, she begins to fiddle around with her hair, and all of a sudden, it comes out of the French twist it had been in and delicately falls around her face. " I suppose, if the Captain is off duty, she can let her hair down!"
Chakotay had preferred her hair long, but it was very pretty this way, and far more practical he supposed. He was pleased she had taken to wearing it up again, it looked more captain-like that way, and then when she was off duty, she wore it down. It was almost as if she were giving a physical signal to show if she were on or off duty. It certainly helped him to gauge how he should approach her- business, or friends.
"How about, 8.00 in the mess hall?" Chakotay suggests. That gave her at least an hour to shower and change, and deal with anything else.
"Sure!" She smiles, "That would be great". It is at this point the turbolift terminates and opens it's doors, allowing the passengers to go their separate ways.
At the duly appointed hour of 8.00, both officers, or should I say friends, arrive outside the mess hall doors and spot each other and laugh.
"We really ought to stop meeting like this, Commander!"
"I know, one of us should stop being punctual!" Chakotay says this as a joke. He is always on time, he knows Kathryn hates tardiness, and she is always on time for that reason. Both officers enter the mess hall together to be greeted by a characteristically jovial Neelix.
"Captain! Commander! So nice to see you! I assume you are eating..."
"Yes, Neelix. We want the best table in the house, please!" Said Kathryn going along with Neelix's little game. Neelix leads them to a table at the far end of the mess hall, in the corner by the window. Janeway sits facing the star-field. She always does this, she loves being able to see the stars, it gives her a feeling of familiarity, even in the most alien of situations. Chakotay sits with his back to the star-field without comment or hesitation, waiting for Kathryn to sit before he does. Once they are sitting and have told Neelix what they would like (he loves playing waiter to his Captain!) he bustles away from the table, allowing them to talk
"You look lovely this evening, Kathryn" And indeed she does. Her hair is loose, tumbling to just above her shoulders, swept to one side, in her usual fashion. She is wearing the merest hint of make-up, a sort of purple eye shadow and mascara, with a red lipstick. The clothes she wears he does not recognise- she must have replicated them new this evening. She wears a purple dress/tunic, with an unusual hem, that is like the tunics Kes used to wear, with matching purple trousers and purple high-heeled shoes. It really suits her.
"Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself!" again, this is true. He is wearing a pair of simple black trousers, with a white shirt, a few of the top buttons undone to reveal a toned chest. He looks very handsome.
The two enjoy their meal very greatly. Neelix has put on a feast, that is for once not only edible, but actually very tasty! The conversation is comfortable and relaxed. After their meal they decide to go to the holodeck for a while.
"You choose what we do" He knows she likes that, and if the truth be known, he likes to be surprised, and she always manages to do that!
"I want to go dancing, can you dance?"
"Well, I used to do some- what sort of dancing?" He replies, very surprised.
"Rock and roll, jive, that sort of thing."
"Well, it's been a while, but sure, why not/"
"Great, I have the perfect place to go."
Summer 2000.
By Kathryn Elizabeth
Part One.
Disclaimer:
All the characters of Voyager belong to Paramount. I am simply giving them a whirl!!!!
Kathryn Janeway felt tired, hot and bothered, she prayed silently to herself, as she entered the empty turbolift, that tonight there would be no ship-wide disaster, or urgent engineering emergency that need her attention. Because, if she were quite honest with herself, she would ignore it anyway in the mood she was in. She had worked for too many hours, on too little food and virtually no sleep. Even she could see that she needed to rest, for at least the next twelve hours, and if she could manage it, possibly even eighteen.
The Captain turned around in the turbolift, about to order it to take her to her quarters, when she saw her first officer come towards the lift. Although she was about to go off duty, (which to her meant lean against the turbolift wall as it closed the doors and begin to take her to the haven of her bed) she told the lift to hold the doors open, and the commander walked inside, the doors closing behind him. "Officer's quarters" both order the turbolift simultaneously, and they both give a small giggle. "What are your plans for this evening, Captain?" asks the handsome first officer.
"To go to bed!" Captain Janeway replies, "It's been a long week, and I have a lot of relaxation to catch up on!"
"Well, I suppose you wouldn't accept a dinner invitation then?" Asks Commander Chakotay, somewhat jokingly.
"It depends upon who is asking, my first officer, or my best friend!" Says Kathryn, teasing Chakotay.
"Well, the commander is off duty- as the Captain ought to be, so I guess it's boring old Chakotay!"
"In that case, I accept the kind offer of dinner!" As she says this, she begins to fiddle around with her hair, and all of a sudden, it comes out of the French twist it had been in and delicately falls around her face. " I suppose, if the Captain is off duty, she can let her hair down!"
Chakotay had preferred her hair long, but it was very pretty this way, and far more practical he supposed. He was pleased she had taken to wearing it up again, it looked more captain-like that way, and then when she was off duty, she wore it down. It was almost as if she were giving a physical signal to show if she were on or off duty. It certainly helped him to gauge how he should approach her- business, or friends.
"How about, 8.00 in the mess hall?" Chakotay suggests. That gave her at least an hour to shower and change, and deal with anything else.
"Sure!" She smiles, "That would be great". It is at this point the turbolift terminates and opens it's doors, allowing the passengers to go their separate ways.
At the duly appointed hour of 8.00, both officers, or should I say friends, arrive outside the mess hall doors and spot each other and laugh.
"We really ought to stop meeting like this, Commander!"
"I know, one of us should stop being punctual!" Chakotay says this as a joke. He is always on time, he knows Kathryn hates tardiness, and she is always on time for that reason. Both officers enter the mess hall together to be greeted by a characteristically jovial Neelix.
"Captain! Commander! So nice to see you! I assume you are eating..."
"Yes, Neelix. We want the best table in the house, please!" Said Kathryn going along with Neelix's little game. Neelix leads them to a table at the far end of the mess hall, in the corner by the window. Janeway sits facing the star-field. She always does this, she loves being able to see the stars, it gives her a feeling of familiarity, even in the most alien of situations. Chakotay sits with his back to the star-field without comment or hesitation, waiting for Kathryn to sit before he does. Once they are sitting and have told Neelix what they would like (he loves playing waiter to his Captain!) he bustles away from the table, allowing them to talk
"You look lovely this evening, Kathryn" And indeed she does. Her hair is loose, tumbling to just above her shoulders, swept to one side, in her usual fashion. She is wearing the merest hint of make-up, a sort of purple eye shadow and mascara, with a red lipstick. The clothes she wears he does not recognise- she must have replicated them new this evening. She wears a purple dress/tunic, with an unusual hem, that is like the tunics Kes used to wear, with matching purple trousers and purple high-heeled shoes. It really suits her.
"Thank you, you don't look too bad yourself!" again, this is true. He is wearing a pair of simple black trousers, with a white shirt, a few of the top buttons undone to reveal a toned chest. He looks very handsome.
The two enjoy their meal very greatly. Neelix has put on a feast, that is for once not only edible, but actually very tasty! The conversation is comfortable and relaxed. After their meal they decide to go to the holodeck for a while.
"You choose what we do" He knows she likes that, and if the truth be known, he likes to be surprised, and she always manages to do that!
"I want to go dancing, can you dance?"
"Well, I used to do some- what sort of dancing?" He replies, very surprised.
"Rock and roll, jive, that sort of thing."
"Well, it's been a while, but sure, why not/"
"Great, I have the perfect place to go."