Disclaimer: Paramount and anything affiliated to it own these characters. I, however, own the situation I
threw them into. No one can steal it, so =P.
Rating: PG for insinuation
Author's Note: This time, I stole dialouge and situations from the Barenaked Ladies and their songs "Wrap
Your Arms Around Me" and "What A Good Boy." Both on their "Gordon" album.
TO BE SURE
He had known it would be like this--a one night stand for her, a year of thinking for him. He was entering
week two of his self-pity. The moon's landscape was offering little solace.
Sitting at his desk, archealogical papers strewn everywhere, his mind was in Indiana with a red head he'd once
called "Captain." He didn't care about the exams he should be grading; he just wanted order back in his life.
Australia had given him that order for two years. He almost wished he could have it back.
This was just like her--storming into his life, altering it completely with one deed, and leaving. *Okay, so I
actually do the leaving, but she never keeps in contact.* He hadn't heard from her since that night.
Her words floated around in his mind, torturing him with what they meant she didn't feel: *I know that it isn't
right, but be with me tonight.*
Of course he had conceded to her wish; for seven years he had done nothing less. Lying next to her, he had
wondered if she could love him tomorrow as she had for an instant that night. She must have read his mind
because she's said she wished they could forget about every fight and every "almost."
Now he knew their chance was gone. He opened his computer and began to dictate a letter:
Dear Kathryn, I should have told you I'd been wrong all these years, but my pride wouldn't allow it,
so I walked out on you a week ago. You were right; we never would have worked. We looked away
from temptation for seven years. Maybe it was never there. Your friend always, Chakotay.
He sent it before he could change his mind.
threw them into. No one can steal it, so =P.
Rating: PG for insinuation
Author's Note: This time, I stole dialouge and situations from the Barenaked Ladies and their songs "Wrap
Your Arms Around Me" and "What A Good Boy." Both on their "Gordon" album.
TO BE SURE
He had known it would be like this--a one night stand for her, a year of thinking for him. He was entering
week two of his self-pity. The moon's landscape was offering little solace.
Sitting at his desk, archealogical papers strewn everywhere, his mind was in Indiana with a red head he'd once
called "Captain." He didn't care about the exams he should be grading; he just wanted order back in his life.
Australia had given him that order for two years. He almost wished he could have it back.
This was just like her--storming into his life, altering it completely with one deed, and leaving. *Okay, so I
actually do the leaving, but she never keeps in contact.* He hadn't heard from her since that night.
Her words floated around in his mind, torturing him with what they meant she didn't feel: *I know that it isn't
right, but be with me tonight.*
Of course he had conceded to her wish; for seven years he had done nothing less. Lying next to her, he had
wondered if she could love him tomorrow as she had for an instant that night. She must have read his mind
because she's said she wished they could forget about every fight and every "almost."
Now he knew their chance was gone. He opened his computer and began to dictate a letter:
Dear Kathryn, I should have told you I'd been wrong all these years, but my pride wouldn't allow it,
so I walked out on you a week ago. You were right; we never would have worked. We looked away
from temptation for seven years. Maybe it was never there. Your friend always, Chakotay.
He sent it before he could change his mind.