"Me B'Elanna & Not Myself"

Chapter 3

"The time is 06:00 hours", the computer's wake-up call announced none too gently.

Harry Kim groaned and turned on his other side.  A bit of music playing softly in the background would have been nice for a change instead of that cold voice of the computer, he thought sleepily.  Being on Alpha shift with the "big guys" was great, and he normally didn't mind getting up so much, but 06:00 hours was a bit too early, even for Harry.

"The time is 06:10 hours."

To make matters worse Tom had cancelled their evening at Sandrine's yesterday, because he wanted to be with B'Elanna.  Harry understood his reasons of course, but he was still a bit disappointed.  The evening had had a special meaning to him, so Tom and B'Elanna had planned it for him a while back, and he'd really looked forward to it.  Couldn't he just have brought her, he thought, I would have loved seeing her myself.  He knew he was being a bit unreasonable, but he just couldn't help it, and he DIDN'T want to get up.  He started to drift back to sleep.

"The time is 06:20 hours."

"SHUT UP!"  Harry snapped at the computer and flung the nearest object he could reach at it, wherever IT might be.  Damnit!  SHUT UP!  Just a bit longer, he thought, but of course, the computer didn't care.

He knew he had to get up or he would be late for his duty shift, but he didn't really care right now.  The covers were much too comfortable and he was tired.  It had been a long night.  After Tom had cancelled, he had decided to spend the evening working and had ended up with Seven, working until 1 am.  It was his own damn fault, he knew that, but he was still pissed off at having spent the evening like that, especially since no one ever really appreciated his efforts.  Oh, the Captain appreciated it or so she said, but he was still an ensign, wasn't he?  Therefore, her words seemed rather empty to him this morning.

"The time is 06:30 hours."

"For crying out loud, give a man a break.  Ok, ok, I am coming!"  He yelled to the empty room, as if he actually expected a response.  "Satisfied?"  He added sarcastically though sarcasm wasn't really his thing.  Normally, he was very well behaved, perhaps too much so.

Harry dragged himself out of bed, 'the wrong side of the bed' and walked towards the closet to get a fresh uniform.  Then he entered the bathroom to wash and dress.  He knew he would have to hurry, if he wanted a bit of breakfast, since he had to be on duty at 07:30 hours, but the extra minutes under the covers had been worth it.  Well worth it, the sonic-shower hummed to life.

20 minutes later, and slightly more awake, he left the bathroom fully dressed and almost ready for duty, when he spotted the shattered remains of the frame holding the picture of his parents.  Well, now I know what I threw at the wall.  A few tears welled up in his eyes and he blinked to keep them back.  "I'm sorry Mom", he whispered softly, holding the remains of the picture to his heart, his voice thick with emotion.  I'm so sorry; I'll fix it first thing when I get off duty, definitely the wrong side of the bed Buster.  He carried that thought with him while he cleaned up as best he could and placed the picture back on his bedside table. 

With even less bounce in his step now, he headed towards the replicator to get a glass of juice.  It was a little morning ritual he had.  At first, he had done it rather irregularly, but somewhere along the way, it had changed, and he now simply couldn't leave his quarters in the morning without having had a glass of freshly squeezed orange juice, or fake replicated orange juice.

Harry gave his order and waited for the juice to appear, but instead of a glass of juice, out popped a small rectangular case sitting on top of a pad.  What the hell is that?  My replicator got up on the wrong side of the bed too I see.  He smiled with the thought, as he picked up the box.

"OH MY GOD!"  He screamed excitedly after opening the box, it slipped through his fingers and onto the floor.  I can't believe it!  This has got to be one of Tom's dirty, rotten jokes.  Harry quickly picked it up to examine its contents more thoroughly.  I must be dreaming, and I'm going to kill Tom, he thought shaking his head, but no… it was still there.  Sitting on the red silk pad within the box was a single pip and the pad had a note saying…

Congratulations Harry – you have earned it! Now get your butt to the bridge… Lieutenant! Captain Janeway

Harry picked up the pip with shaking hands and studied it more closely.  Looks like the real thing, but no way to really tell.  He then looked more closely at the note.  Nothing else was on it, not really much to go on.  How will I know for sure?  Maybe this isn't the Captain, but who else would do it this way?  The Captain's full of surprises, so just maybe it's REAL!  He thought about it a bit longer and couldn't come up with a better explanation, so he tried to fix it to his collar, but his hands kept shaking and it was very difficult.  However, he finally succeeded and stood back in front of his mirror to admire his "new look", a broad smile on his lips.

This is going to be a good day after all, he thought, as he passed through the doorway on his way to breakfast.  I can't wait to thank Captain Janeway, and to show Tom and B'Elanna.  I'm a LIEUTENANT!!!  He wanted to shout to the entire ship, but thought better of it and just kept the smile on his face. 

***

B'Elanna burst through the sickbay doors at warp nine, almost knocking the Doctor off his feet.  Captain Janeway had never been more excited to come to sickbay than she was at that moment.  Time to get me back, and not a second too soon.  She thought as she looked down at five wiggling toes and one frog smile.  The sight brought another thought to mind.  Yes… I think I will.  Janeway smiled at the Doctor.

"Well Captain!  Over sleep did we?  I bet my husband kept you up all night with his charm."  B'Elanna called out from her seat on her biobed.  "You seem to be missing something Captain, or rather I seem to be missing something."  She pointed to her one bare foot.  Janeway looked from the Doctor, to herself and then down to B'Elanna's one frogged foot.

"Very funny Lieutenant.  In case you haven't noticed, it wasn't me running through the ship in green pajamas and a frog slipper.  You may have some explaining to do after you are you again."  She walked closer to the biobed and saw what the Doctor was doing.  "What the hell did you do to me Lieutenant?"  The Doctor was finishing up with the dermal regenerator over Janeway's knee.

"Let's just say, you may have some explaining of your own to do, and you need to shave your legs Captain."

Janeway's next comment was cut off by the Doctor "as good as new, nothing to be worried about."  He was hoping to ease the tension and anger just a bit.

"Well, let's just hope you do the same with your next task.  A skinned knee I can live with.  A half Klingon engineer, I cannot."

"It's no picnic being you either Captain.  My question is… how do you get any sleep at night?"

"What are you talking about?  I get plenty of sleep, unless I have to sleep with your husband." 

"Looked like… never mind."  Almost blew it Torres, be careful. 

"Looked like what?"  Janeway was already up on her own biobed and the Doctor was checking her vital signs.

"Do you two want to hang around here and argue all morning, or do you want to be put back together again?"

"That would depend on what you have in mind Doc.  I'm not up for another surprise.  Hell this time I could wake up as Tuvok.  Just imagine, a logical Klingon."  B'Elanna joined herself in laughter.

"No Lieutenant, I can't imagine, the thought alone is overwhelming."  Janeway said, but felt like she was talking to herself, which she was in fact, in an 'insane' kind of way.

"Can't you both show a little mercy, I said 'I WAS SORRY', now get undressed Captain, and lose the frog."  The poor Doctor was beside himself.

Janeway rolled B'Elanna's eyes at him.  "So tactful aren't we?  My frog and I won't forget that."  The Doctor's only reply was a surgical gown shoved in her hand.  B'Elanna started laughing.  Janeway took the gown and turned the evil eye on her own face.  This better be the last time I have to look at myself through someone else's eyes. 

***

Less than two hours later, the Doctor was finished.  He had two patients on two biobeds with two conscious minds and he prayed they were in the right bodies.  Everything had gone smoothly, and he had checked, double-checked; even triple-checked every little minute detail.  If something went wrong this time, it wasn't going to be his fault.  The Doctor stood between his two patients, holding the hypospray that would wake both sleeping beauties.

Wish I could deactivate myself first and ask questions later.  His thought was interrupted by the comlink.

"Chakotay to sickbay."  The Doctor was saved by the voice, the hypo didn't move.

"Yes Commander.  I was about to contact you and Lieutenant Paris."  A holographic lie, he didn't want to talk to anyone, not yet.

"How are they doing?  Did it go alright?"  Chakotay's voice held a note of panic.

"As far as I can tell, everything went fine.  Their vital signs are both normal, and their brainwaves are the same."  He didn't elaborate any further.

"Doctor, are they awake yet, are they themselves?" 

"I was about to wake them when you contacted me.  Give me a few more minutes, and I'm sure Captain Janeway will contact you, if not... please don't reactivate me until we reach the Alpha Quadrant.  Doctor out." 

The hiss of the hypospray hit Janeway's neck first, and then moved over to B'Elanna.  This could be my last moment of existence.  The Doctor stepped back a bit, as two pairs of eyes started to flutter open.

"Doctor!"  Ok, that is a good sign, I sound like me.  Captain Janeway dared a glance at her hand, and then over to the biobed next to her.  B'Elanna, her chief engineer's dark eyes met her own.

"Captain, Lieutenant?"  The Doctor looked from one to the other, total dread in his holo-expression. 

"Captain?"  B'Elanna spoke up first.

"B'Elanna!"  Janeway said through a smile.

"Doctor!!!"  They both said at the same time, as the Doctor let out a breath, he couldn't have been holding in the first place.

"We're ME... I mean I'm me... I mean, YES!!!"  B'Elanna's exclamation wasn't exactly a Starfleet response, but it was just what the Captain herself was thinking.

Among all the excitement, the Doctor went about his duties checking and rechecking everything, making sure they WERE in fact themselves.  He was pleased with his work, even if no one would ever agree with him.  This was a miracle feat that no one would ever read about in a Starfleet medical journal.  He knew that Captain Janeway would forbid this little titbit of life in the Delta Quadrant to ever reach the ears of the all mighty Starfleet command.  He didn't really blame her, but still... What an amazing medical breakthrough.  He praised himself silently. 

"Doctor, with your permission, I'd like to get out of here.  I do have a ship to run after all."  Janeway was sitting on the edge of her biobed, bare feet dangling.  B'Elanna was doing the same.

"Just a few more small tests Captain, then you are free to leave, but be warned, both of you, you do need to take it easy.  The next few days will be an adjustment for both mind and body, you have to rest, as much as possible.  Not that either one of you will listen to me anyway."

"Sure we will Doc, don't we always?  Besides, we aren't mad at you anymore, right Captain?"  B'Elanna asked with an evil glint in her eye.

"Absolutely Lieutenant, no worries Doctor."

"Why don't I feel the least bit comforted?"  The Doctor was not convinced by their show of forgiveness.

"I don't know Doctor, maybe a bit of guilt on your part?"  Captain Janeway was doing her best to sound sincere.

"That must be it Captain, or maybe I'm just a bit worn out myself, these last few days have been long and trying."

"Yea, tell us about it."  B'Elanna grumbled slightly.

"Captain, if it's all the same to you, I think I'll deactivate myself for awhile.  I've been online for almost a week non-stop and we could all use the break."

"I couldn't agree more Doctor and I think that's an excellent idea.  Don't call us, we'll call you."  That last line just slipped out, well maybe fell out of Janeway's mouth.

***

A few minutes later, the Doctor was gone and the two 'separate' friends were ready to leave sickbay as themselves.

"Captain, just two things before we leave."  B'Elanna spoke after clearing her throat.  "I want to thank you again for saving my life, and for putting up with me.  I know I'm a pain in the ass, but I do think of you as my dearest friend on this ship."  B'Elanna put her arms around her captain and both enjoyed the close contact between friends.

"B'Elanna, I know I've complained a lot, but I would do it again if need be, I hope you know that."  They both smiled.  "But God knows, I hope I don't have too.  You are hard to live with and within."  The laughter rang through sickbay, as they both headed for the door.

"Captain, aren't you forgetting something?"  B'Elanna pointed to the small table by the side of Janeway's vacated biobed.  "Your frog slipper!"

"Hardly Lieutenant."  Janeway looked down at her feet, then back over to the lone slipper.  "Not my size, the honor is all yours."

***

"Janeway to Chakotay"

"Yes, Captain…?"  Chakotay answered, feeling slightly apprehensive and a bit unsure as to whom he was talking to.  Who knows what Doc might have done this time, he thought.

Janeway recognized his tone of voice and held back her laughter.  He's not sure WHAT to think anymore.  She and B'Elanna had just split up and she was standing in the middle of one of Voyager's corridors, surrounded by crewmembers, who fortunately didn't know how close to insanity the Captain had come.  "Where are you Commander?"

"Astrometrics.  Seven had a problem she needed me to look at.  Are you alright Captain?  I mean, you are, captain, right?"

"I'm doing fine, and what do you think?"  She didn't give him time to answer before continuing.  "I'm headed towards the mess hall to speak with Neelix.  Apparently he's had a minor breakdown."  At least I hope it's minor, Janeway thought.  "Tom called me a minute ago telling me Neelix has ensconced himself behind the counter in the mess hall with a huge bag of leola root, screaming repeatedly, I might add, that we are 'just out to take it all from him'."

"Do you want me to take care of it?"  Chakotay asked none too eagerly.  Dealing with crewmembers gone insane really is the first officer's job, he thought, but Spirits please spare me – just this once!

"No, Commander.  I'd better take care of this one myself, and besides it'll be rather… nice… doing it myself… as myself.  It shouldn't take too long though, so could you meet me in the ready room in say… 20 minutes?"  Please say yes.  She begged silently.

"Of course Captain.  It's good to have you back", he spoke sweetly, which earned him a strange look from Seven.

"Thank you Commander, it's good to be back", Janeway responded with laughter in her voice.  Oh, boy is it good to be back.  I'm ME again!!!

"And Captain…" he began, wondering if it might be pushing it a bit.  "Good luck!"

"Why THANK YOU Commander."  Janeway responded sarcastically, but with undeniable laughter.  "Janeway out."

"I didn't know the Captain was missing", Seven commented, as he turned back towards her.

"What?  Oh… that!"  Think Chakotay, THINK!  "It's nothing, just a… joke between the Captain and me, you wouldn't understand."  Ha!  You don't know shit, and I'll be damned, if I'm going to tell you.  You would NEVER understand, he thought laughing inside at her expression.  "Ok Seven, we've got another 15 minutes and then I have to go to meet the Captain, so I suggest we continue without further delay."

***

Janeway entered the mess hall and found it deserted except for Tom, who stood close to the counter and was trying to talk Neelix out of there.

"Neelix, for heaven's sake come out!  No one wants to steal your leola root," she heard Tom say.

"I don't believe you Lieutenant!  You are all out to get it, but you can't have it!  It's MINE – all mine, and I am not going to let you destroy it, so GO AWAY!"  Neelix immediately responded with passion.

"Gentlemen!  What seems to be the problem here?"  Janeway asked a bit loud, as she reached them.

"Well, Captain we were all just sitting here having a late breakfast, when Neelix suddenly entered, dragging this huge bag behind him", Tom explained.  "His face was red and…"

"Lieutenant!"  Janeway broke in.

"Oh… ok… well… he dragged himself and the bag behind the counter and started threatening anyone getting too close with his spatula, and…" Tom looked at Neelix again then continued,  "accusing us of stealing his leola root and told us to get the hell away from him or he would… just as he did when you first entered a minute ago."

"Ok Tom.  I'll handle this from here.  You're supposed to be on duty, right?  Janeway said gently.

"Yes, but are you sure Captain?"  Tom wasn't sure it was a good idea.  Neelix has finally lost itJust when we have our captain and my wife back to normal, we lose one more.

"Quite sure Lieutenant!  Now get on it."  She nodded towards the doors, and then knelt down to Neelix, trying to establish eye contact.  "Neelix talk to me.  Please!"

A series of words flowed from Neelix's mouth, to fast to be understandable.

"Neelix!  I promise - we'll stop at the next planet we come across and get you a new supply.  A big one!  How about that?"  Janeway tried unsuccessfully.

"…but that's just it Captain!  There isn't anymore out there!  We have passed all the sectors where leola root grows, and you know that!!"  Neelix was not about to be put off that easily.

Out of the corner of her eye, Janeway caught Tom's smirking look at the idea of no more leola root, and she had to fight hard not to look too pleased herself.  Tom caught her look and backed out the door before he got in even more trouble.

Yup, the Captain is back and I'm out of here.  Tom continued to snicker, as he walked down the corridor.

Fifteen minutes later Janeway left the mess hall, irritated and extremely frustrated.  Neelix was acting like a baby about this whole thing, still pouting with bag in hand.  What the hell is wrong with him?  Her annoyance with him was getting to her.  How do you do it Chakotay?  These daily life situations are not my strong suit, although I'll admit, this is one for the books as well.  Minutes later the turbolift deposited Janeway on the bridge

***

No sooner had she stepped off the lift, than she was bombarded by a flying Lieutenant.  He had attached himself around Janeway's neck, seemingly on a permanent basis.  "Captain!  Thank You!"  The only, highly vocal response from her new necklace.

"Harry!  What in the hell are you doing?"  Captain Janeway managed to choke out before the hug tightened even more.  "Have you lost your mind?"  She tried to free herself, unsuccessfully.

Tom and Chakotay were in fits of laughter, although Chakotay had no idea what was wrong with Ensign Kim.  Tom was the only benefactor of this ridiculous situation.

"I am so happy, but I never expected… Thank you so much, Captain!!!"  Harry continued, oblivious as to where he was and what he was doing.  At that point, Tuvok stepped over to them with a more than determined look about him.  This was by all means a breach of ship security; well at least it looked that way to him.  He attempted to pull Harry off of his Captain, but she waved him away with a look that said, 'it's ok, I can handle this,' and so Tuvok stepped back, slightly.

"What are you talking about Harry?"  Janeway asked exasperated.

"As if you didn't know, Captain.  I'm just so happy I don't know what to say."  Harry let up on his death-grip hold of her and stepped back slightly.  He received an approving look from Tuvok.  "I just never expected…"

"What are…"  She noticed something a bit different; Ensign Kim was now Lieutenant Kim.  Janeway stood with the half finished sentence and turned her glare on her pilot.  Harry followed her gaze, a bottomless-pit feeling in his stomach.

"Lieutenant Paris!  How dare you…"

"Hey, don't look at me Captain, I was with you last night."  Oops!  Now I did it.  Tom swallowed a gulp of air, Chakotay was still laughing, Tuvok looked shocked, well, as shocked as he could.

Poor Harry didn't know what to think, other than he was gong to kill Proton with his bear hands.  Janeway was a breath away from committing murder herself, but fortunately for Tom, she glanced back at Harry and saw the utter shock and hurt in his dark eyes.

"Tom!  If you had anything…" Harry growled, barley loud enough to be heard.

Janeway spoke up before it was too late.  I'll kill you later Paris.  She locked her eyes with Tom's.  "How dare you spoil the surprise?"  Tom's jaw dropped open.  "I told you to keep Harry off the bridge until I could get up here, now the whole thing is ruined."  For a flyboy, he caught on fast.

"I'm sorry Captain, I totally forgot.  That thing with Neelix was uppermost in my mind.  Please forgive me?"  He was pouring on the sap.

Oh, you are good Paris, but not good enough to save your scrawny neck.  "Well, there's nothing we can do about it now."  She turned back to Harry.  "Lieutenant Kim, I wanted to be here to welcome you on the bridge in the proper way."  She stepped back, straightened her uniform and stood at attention, staring right at Harry.  "Lieutenant Harry Kim on the bridge."  Her smile broke out and it was real, then the cheering section started, consisting mainly of Tom Paris with a bit of Chakotay thrown in.

The smile was back in Harry's heart and he wanted to throw his arms around his Captain again, but thought better about it after seeing the look on Tuvok's face.

"Congratulations buddy."  Tom slapped him on the back.  "I'm sorry I messed it up for ya."

"Nothing was messed up pal, I'm just so surprised is all."  He turned back to Janeway, "and the way you did this Captain, very unique, thank you."

Just how did I do this?  The question was silent, as she rubbed at her neck where Harry had been attached.  "I must say your method of thanking me was also quite unique."  She continued to smile.

"I'm sorry about that Captain, won't happen again."  Harry was touching his new pip, just to make sure it was still there.

"So, Harry!"  Chakotay to the rescue.  "Some of us have been left in the dark here.  Just how did Captain Janeway give you the pip?"

Commander, just one more reason why I love you.  She continued to smile at Harry.  "Go ahead Lieutenant, may as well tell them."

After hearing the story, Janeway had to admit it was an ingenious idea, and she knew just who to thank for it.  "Well, I think the party is over, let's get back to work, shall we?"  Everyone walked to his or her station; even Chakotay took his seat next to Janeway.  Without removing her gaze from her pilots back she spoke softly.  "Commander, would you please join me in the ready room?"

"Of course Captain."  They both stood up to leave, Chakotay going first. 

Janeway stepped up behind Tom and whispered in his ear.  "You and B'Elanna are in so much trouble.  She followed her first officer to the ready room.  Before entering, she glanced back at Harry.  "Lieutenant Kim, you have the bridge."  She gestured for him to take the command chair.

"Yes Ma'am."  He almost skipped to his seat.

"Captain, may I remind you that the Doctor has not yet cleared you for duty."  Tuvok spoke up.

"Not to worry Commander, the Doctor and I reached an understanding.  I'm quite sure he won't mind, if I spend a short time working on reports and such."  She kept that last such all to herself and walked into the ready room.

***

"Coffee, black!"  Janeway ordered from the replicator.  "Chakotay?"

"Tea, please", he said moving towards her, smiling.  She's back!  He thought with joy.  She's definitely her again!  He would never admit it, but he HAD feared something might go wrong and… In the Delta Quadrant, you just never know for sure.

She lifted both cups and moved to sit on the couch.  "Please sit Chakotay", she said patting the seat next to her and handing him his tea.

"Are you alright Kathryn?"  He asked sitting down.

"I AM."  She reached for his hand, and rested hers gently over his.  "I'll have a headache for the next 30 years, but I'll live with it.  It's nice to see me in the mirror, and only me."

"I have been worried about you Kathryn, you have no idea just how much."  He tried that gorgeous smile on her, fit like a charm.  He was rewarded with her own smile melting his heart.  Kathryn, welcome back.  He looked lovingly at her with his silent thought.

She gave his hand a squeeze.  "So… tell me about last night, did you have fun?"

"Oh…  YES!  You should have been there…"

"Wish I had been!  Believe me!  I wanted nothing more."  Janeway whispered, looking at him, her eyes burning with passion.  "Instead I had to spend the night with Tom…  Well, at least I was smart enough to replicate nice, safe pajamas – 'sure to ruin the mood' or so I hoped."

"Yes… heard… that", he could hardly get a word out.  The image of her running to sickbay wearing nothing but her green flannel pajamas and her new frog slipper was simply too much.  "I only wish I had been there to see it."

She smacked him on the arm.  "Hey, maybe I should have taken a picture for you, hmm?"

"Maybe."  He couldn't control his laughter with the image in his mind.  He received a dirty look for his efforts.  "I'm sorry, but I can just imagine you…"

"Would you…  Stop!  Now, tell me about your dinner with B'Elanna.  That's an order!"

He did and they talked and laughed like old times for quite some time, the sound of their laughter filtering onto the bridge.

"Please stop Chakotay.  I can't breathe!"  She was laughing too hard. 

"Ok, ok, no more funny story, but you have to admit, they did get you, well us back.  Tom and B'Elanna are a match for any game we could think up.  Besides, Harry deserved that promotion, even if Starfleet doesn't agree."

"No kidding, but I didn't know what to do when Harry was stuck around my neck like a leach.  I thought the Doctor might have messed with his conscious mind, maybe switched him and Neelix."

"Speaking of Neelix, did you manage to calm him down?"

"Commander, I just don't have your touch.  He's a bit calmer, but I almost had to threaten him with the brig, if he didn't stop his ranting, but he's still upset.  He thinks we gave away all the leola root on purpose."

"We did."  Chakotay couldn't help it.  He received another burst of laughter.

"The opportunity was just too great, what else could we do?"  They both continued to laugh.  No one on Voyager would miss the stuff but the chef himself.  "Would you please talk to him, I don't think I got through?"

"Sure, for you I'll give it a try.  Is there anything else I can do for you?" 

Oh yes Commander, but not now.  Her thought didn't match her words.  "Would you have dinner with me tonight?"

"Would love too, your quarters or mine?"  He replied with a smile.

"My treat, so my quarters say 19:00 hours, ok?"

"Hmm… how about I bring the food and you supply the wine?  I'm not sure I'm brave enough to face your… tonight."  He was smiling, but the statement still earned him a smack on the arm and then her face changed.  Out came the hurt puppy eyes.

"Please Chakotay!  I really want to do this.  Just this once, please!"  She begged, giving him another batch of the puppy eyes, just to sweeten the plea.

How the hell am I supposed to withstand that look?  He thought.  "Ok", he said getting up and moving towards the door.  "I'll bring the wine then, and you owe me big time for the Neelix thing."  He winked at her, and turned to the door.

"I know and I intend to pay you back, interests and all.  19:00 hours, and don't be late."  Now on to something even more rewarding, well for now.

***

Captain Janeway was on her way to sickbay, not paying much attention to where she was going, too lost in thought with her plan.

"Good evening Captain."  Janeway almost ran smack into Naomi.  I haven't seen you for a few days Captain, I guess you've been pretty busy ha?"  Janeway gave the young girl her biggest smile.

"I'm never too busy for you Naomi, what can I do for you?"  She noticed the padd in Naomi's hand.

"Nothing, I was just on my way to sickbay to give the Doctor this report he wanted me to do.  I've had it finished for a while, but he's been very busy saving B'Elanna and stuff."

Damn, glad I almost ran into her then, I do not need to try and explain what I will be doing to in sickbay.  A slight pang of guilt hit Janeway, just a slight one.  She kept the smile on her face.

"Yes, he's been busy Sweetheart, and I was just about to go give him a hand with something.  How about I give him the report for you?  I'm sure he'll be happy to take a look after we finish our business."  Please don't make me stretch the truth any further.

"Are you sure Captain, I can take it to him myself?"

"I'm quite sure Naomi, I'm going there anyway."  Janeway put a reassuring hand on Naomi's shoulder, causing her to smile brightly.  She would do anything her captain and mentor asked of her.

"Ok."  She handed Janeway the padd.  "Just tell him to call me when he's ready."  She started to skip down the corridor.

"I will Naomi, and tell your mom hello from me."  Janeway turned towards sickbay.

"I will, bye Captain."  She heard the response from down the hall.  With the padd in hand, Janeway entered sickbay.

Everything was quiet and the Doctor was still offline.  Perfect!  Captain Janeway walked over to the computer, glancing at the lone frog slipper still sitting on the chair.  I even have a model.  She got to work on her plan.

Minutes later, she was so engrossed in her task that she didn't hear the door swish open, or the quiet footsteps of her visitor.  "Captain!  What are you doing?"  B'Elanna Torres yelled a bit too loud, just for fun.  Janeway almost jumped right out of her skin, which would be bad since she just got back in it a few hours earlier.

"B'Elanna!  Why are you sneaking up on me?  You scared the hell out of me."  Janeway was trying to get her pounding heart under control.

"I'm not sneaking, and the question should be, what are you doing?"  B'Elanna was trying to see over Janeway's shoulder, just to get a peek at what she was up to.

"None of your business Lieutenant, and just why are you here?"  Janeway tried the evil glare, but it didn't work.  "Surely not to thank the Doctor."

"I might, but if you must know, I came to get your… my slipper.  Thought I'd have a little fun with Tom, if you don't mind."  B'Elanna had distracted the Captain just enough and while she was laughing and looking towards the slipper, B'Elanna managed to get a peek at what she was doing.  "You're reprogramming his holomatrix."  B'Elanna started laughing.  "You wouldn't dare!"

"Oh, I would dare, and I will also dare to toss your butt in the brig, if you even breathe a word of this.  Not to mention the fact that that is exactly where you and Tom belong for what you did with Harry."  B'Elanna folded her arms, looking very hurt.

"I don't know what you are talking about Captain."  She tried.

"Cut the crap Lieutenant, the entire ship knows that I gave Harry a promotion, and since I wasn't me, it must have been my evil twin."

"Evil!  Who's the evil one here?  What you're planning isn't very Starfleet, Captain, but it's damn funny."  B'Elanna couldn't help adding.

"Well, Starfleet isn't here are they?  Besides, I think this comes from hanging around you too much… literally hanging."  Janeway smiled.

"Picked up a few good traits did ya?"  B'Elanna started laughing again, causing Janeway to do the same.

"A few, but most I can do without, like sleeping with your husband."

"You'll do without that one.  I don't want to ever catch you in bed with my husband again."  Shit, didn't mean to say that one.

"Excuse me!  Care to explain that one Lieutenant?"  Janeway was trying to sound mad.

"Umm… No, but I'll admit to giving Harry the pip, and I promise not to squeal on you about turning the poor Doc into a… what are you turning him into?"  Janeway glanced over at the slipper, and B'Elanna followed her gaze.  "NO WAY!  You wouldn't?"  She burst out laughing, almost doubled over in hysterics.

"I did, all that's left is deciding how long to leave him like that."  Janeway couldn't help laughing a bit with her chief engineer, and it felt good to be doing that as herself.

"You're crazy Captain, I love it!"  B'Elanna was wiping at the laughter in her eyes.

"Glad you approve, now keep your mouth shut, and maybe I'll forget about the brig."

"Deal."  B'Elanna helped Janeway with the finishing touches to the Doc and they set the computer to change him back in case of any emergency and after a 24-hour period.  "Well Captain, it's been fun, but I have a date with my husband, got to go."

"So do I Lieutenant, not the date with your husband, but with Chakotay."  They started walking towards the door.

"It's about damn time too.  Couldn't be happier for both of you."

"B'Elanna, it's just dinner, not a marriage proposal."

"Hey, one dinner leads too…"  Janeway tapped her on the arm.

"Aren't you forgetting something?"  She pointed to the frog slipper they had walked past.

"Thanks, can't forget the whole reason I came here."  She ran back to grab the slipper.  "Got to hurry, only have one hour before Tom is off duty."  With smiles from ears to ears, they left sickbay and the Doctor to a rude awakening.

***

Tom Paris had just enough time before he was expected home for his nice romantic evening with his wife.  He just had one quick stop to make.  "Hey Doc."  Tom looked around sickbay, but there was no Doctor in sight.  He had come in just to thank him for saving B'Elanna, twice.  Secretly, he really liked the Doc, but he would never admit to it.  "Computer, activate EMH."  When he didn't appear; Tom tired again.  "Computer, activate the EMH."

"Emergency Medical Hologram is online."

"Where?  I don't see him."  Tom was looking around, when he heard a strange noise, like a croaking sound.  Before he could make sense of it, something leaped onto his shoulder.  "What the hell!!!!"  He plucked a rather large frog from his right shoulder, a frog with a holo-emitter and a very small Starfleet uniform jacket on.  "DOC???"  Tom looked into the big frog-eyes, and he received a long tongue lashing for his efforts.

"Mr. Paris!  If this is some kind of a joke to pay me back for what happened to B'Elanna, it's NOT FUNNY!  I demand that you turn me back to myself, NOW!"  Frog Doc screamed, but with a bit of a croak to it.

There wasn't a power in the entire universe that could have stopped Tom Paris from laughing hysterically.  He almost dropped the Doc, as tears filled his eyes and he tried to gain some control of his laughter.  The Doctor started hopping up and down in Tom's arms, trying to get his attention, and Tom finally managed to choke out a few words between the laughter.  "I didn't do this Doc, I swear!"

"Then who did???"  Frog Doc hopped onto the computer.  "I want this insidious cruelty fixed NOW!"  For a frog, he had a pretty good pair of lungs, and his green frog-cheeks turned slightly red, as enlightenment struck.  "CAPTAIN JANEWAY!  She did this to me."

Tom had plopped into the nearest chair, as he was laughing too hard to even stand on his feet.  "Captain Janeway?  She wouldn't do this Doc, would she?"

"She WOULD and DID, and probably had some help from your vicious Klingon wife, and after everything I did to save both their lives."  The frog was fuming.

"Doc, first off, B'Elanna isn't vicious and secondly… this is damn funny, whoever the prankster is.  My hat's off too them."  Paris was in full laughter again.  The Doctor was pacing back and forth on top of the computer.  "Speaking of hats Doc, I like yours, does it come in my size?"

"SHUT UP Lieutenant!  Are you going to help me or not?"  The Doctor had hopped down and onto Tom's lap.

"If you ask me nicely, I might talk to B'Elanna about it.  I'm sure she'll know how to fix you."  If he had had any teeth, Frog Doc would have bitten Tom in the leg.  Instead, Tom received another tongue swipe and a croaking 'please!'  "Ok, that's nice enough."  Tom stood up, causing the Doc to hit the deck.

"Watch it Lieutenant, you could break a frog's leg like that."  He hopped up into the empty chair.

"Sorry Doc, now stay put, I'll see what I can do."  Tom headed for he door with plenty of laughter building up again.

"And Mr. Paris, keep your mouth shut, or you'll be pulling double shifts in sickbay for the next six months."  Poor Frog Doc just sat in the chair with his little hat and a goofy frog grin on his face.

"Sure Doc, no problem."  In your lily-pad dreams froggy.  

By the time Tom made it to his quarters, over two-dozen crewmen knew about the frog.  Within an hour, the entire ship would know of their new holo-frog doctor.

***

It was dark when Tom entered his quarters.  He was surprised, because B'Elanna had said they were having a nice romantic evening.  So where's the candles, the music, the food, my sexy wife?  There was nothing but starlight streaming through the view ports.  "B'Elanna?"  He walked into the bedroom area, seeing a form snuggled under the covers in the bed.  Maybe she doesn't feeling well, she has been to hell and back the last few days.  He walked closer to the bed, intending to sit on the edge when he noticed something else.  OH HELL NO!  His eyes locked on the 'frog slipper' sticking out from under the covers.  "B'Elanna!!!"  This time he screamed loud enough to wake the dead.

Pretending to be asleep, B'Elanna jumped a mile in the air when her husband yelled.  "Mr. Paris, what the hell are you doing?"  She stood up in the bed, clad in green pajamas and frog slippers on her feet.  "Are you trying to give me a heart attack?"  The performance of a lifetime, and I love it.

Tom just stood with his mouth hanging open, looking at his frog-clad wife.  "B'Elanna?"  He meekly choked out, reaching out to touch her.

"No… guess again smart guy, and don't touch me!"  B'Elanna was playing it to the hilt; to the point that she was starting to believe, she WAS the captain.

"No!  This is impossible, the Doc… he fixed you back… he… he's a frog!"  Tom was muttering all kinds of half sentences and B'Elanna was about to lose it.  She couldn't play the game any longer and burst out laughing, falling onto the bed.  "B'Elanna!"  Tom was not happy.  "This isn't funny, how could you do this to me?"  He turned his back on her, sitting on the edge of the bed.  He received a pillow in the back of the head.

"You deserved it, you PIG."  She continued to laugh.  Tom turned around, watching his crazy wife, if she really was his wife.

"What do you mean I deserved it?  What did I do?  I didn't turn the Doc into a frog."

"Neither did I, and that's not what I mean.  I saw you all snuggled up with the captain last night.  She was wrapped around you like a Targ in heat."  Now it was Tom's turn to burst out laughing.

"I would have never thought of Captain Janeway as a Targ, but now that you…"  He was hit with the other pillow.  "What I want to know is… how do you know how I was sleeping anyway?"

"Because I saw you, you idiot."  She sat down on the bed by her husband, taking off the frog slippers and throwing them across the room.

"So, it was you, who woke me up.  I thought I heard something."  He looked at her pouting face.  "I thought you trusted me B'E, you know I never did anything with the Captain.  She was the one wrapped around me, you saw it yourself."  He was almost pleading for understanding.

B'Elanna smiled and took the pillow from him.  "I do trust you Tom, I was just teasing, well mostly.  It did make me jealous when I saw you with Janeway, even though it was me, but not me, and I do trust both of you, I just…"  She smiled sweetly hugging the pillow close to her.

Tom took the pillow from her, and held both of her hands in his.  "B'Elanna, I love you and I would never do anything to hurt you.  It was all just part of the game, you know that."

"I know, and I'm sorry for teasing you, but it was funny to see your reaction.  You really thought I was the Captain again, didn't you?"

"How do I know you aren't?  This could all be another trick, just like the one you played on the Doc."  He had let go of her hands, playing the pouting game well himself.

B'Elanna started to unzip her one-piece green flannel pajamas.  Removing one arm at a time until…  "Is this something the Captain would do?"  She leaned down, kissing him senseless, the green flannel falling to her waist.

When Tom was let up for air, he looked into her eyes, and then to her voluptuous…  "No, and those are definitely NOT the Captain's boobs."

***

Janeway walked slowly into her quarters for the first time in over a day, enjoying the feel of it being her quarters.  It felt good to be home.  Home!  She had never actually thought of it like that before, but now she did, and it really did feel like home.  Smiling to herself, she looked around.  B'Elanna doesn't seem to have moved too much, though I wouldn't have put it past her.  She could just see B'Elanna moving through her rooms, picking up objects, opening and closing cupboards and drawers to get a better impression of her Captain.  I hope this won't come back to haunt me.  She laughed a bit.  The past few days had been completely insane, and she was thankful that they were over.  They had annoyed the hell out of her, but looking back, she had to admit they had had their fun moments too.  Not many, but a few.

She moved slowly through her rooms, touching everything lovingly, enjoying the feel of finally being her again.  She had never thought much about it, but to just be her was the best thing in the universe.  Others might disagree, but I'm glad I'm just me again.  Her thoughts continued as she walked towards the bedroom, taking off her uniform jacket on the way.  Her eyes suddenly hit her bedroom cupboard, the door stood slightly ajar…  Oh dear, had she found… surely not, but what if she had?  The Captain of Voyager had kept it well hidden, at the bottom of the cupboard, behind stacks of… but…  No!  She pushed the thought away; it wouldn't do her any good to think about it anyway.  Besides, she would find out sooner or later, probably sooner if I know B'Elanna.

Walking to the window, she gazed out at the stars.  They seemed even prettier from here.  She knew she wasn't objective, but after the past few day… who could blame her, but first things first, a soak in the tub, and damn how I need it!  She turned from the window and walked to the bedroom, throwing off her clothes on the way, leaving a trail of different clothing items behind.  I have plenty of time before Chakotay arrives.

She was looking forward to their dinner, more than she would have thought possible.  She had come to a decision earlier that day, but she still hadn't told him.  To tell the truth she hoped to shock the hell out of him.  I can just imagine his face, when I tell him, she thought laughing hard.  She knew it was crazy, even down right rebellious, but if she could spend a night with her pilot, surely she could spend… of course she didn't plan on ever entering anything in her logs, but… well…  It was time.  They had both waited long enough!  Long enough!!

Removing her last articles of clothing, being lace bra, panties, and socks.  Not exactly Starfleet issue, she thought, as she turned on the water, but neither are Tom's.  She could still see him wearing those awful boxers with the yellow smiley faces.  It must be true love between those two or B'Elanna wouldn't put up with it.  Laughing to herself, she remembered to add a good portion of lavender scented bath oil.  If only I had a picture of Chakotay in those…

Walking past the mirror, she studied her reflection closely.  There were a few lines around the eyes, years as a starship Captain had given her those, but she still looked damn good.  No one could claim otherwise, or they had better not, and she couldn't wait to hear Chakotay…  The smile grew wider and her eyes sparkled at the prospect.  It had been so long, way too long Kathryn.  She chided herself while testing the water in the tub.  It's too cold.  She preferred her water almost scolding, so she let a bit of the water out and added some that was really hot.  That should do it, she thought and smiled longing at the tub of lavender scented bubbles.

Imagining how it would feel to have Chakotay washing her back, she slowly submerged her body into the sea of hot water and bubbles.  The water was just as perfect as her thoughts of what could be and who could be with her.  The bubbles played against her skin, as she leaned back and rested her head on the edge of the large tub.  She closed her eyes, just for a minute, she told herself, as all the muscles and tension in her body relaxed for the first time in many days.

Quite some time later she emerged from the bathroom, looking very beautiful with rosy cheeks and a soft glow all over.  She was clad only in a big fluffy towel, as she headed straight for the closet.  What should I wear?  She thought, as she searched her meagre wardrobe.  I want it to be relaxed, but not too relaxed!  She chuckled, hmm something relaxed and VERY SEXYWell, not much choice then… she grabbed her choice and closed the closet door.  Yes perfect, she thought, as she admired the silk pantsuit.  She also chose sheer black lace undergarments, or lack there of and headed back to the bathroom.  Most definitely not Starfleet issue, she smiled seductively.  Finding the bathroom still too steamy, she chose to dress in her bedroom.  The sleeveless, slightly form-fitting blouse draped delicately over her small frame.  The deep midnight-purple of the flowers were embedded softly in the china-blue silk.  The matching silk pants flowed smoothly over her curves, brushing like feathers over her toes.  She dabbed a bit of her favorite perfume, which she hardly ever wore, just behind her delicate earlobes and down her quite exposed cleavage.  Putting on some make-up, but only a little, just to highlight her natural beauty, she took one last look in the mirror and set about on her next task. 

Walking into the living area, she looked at her dining table.  I will have to do something about that, she thought shaking her head, it screams "standard Starfleet issue", and we can't have that, now can we?  Not tonight!  Hmm maybe a nice tablecloth and some candlesticks…  Yes, that ought to do it.

She'd had dinner in her quarters many times with her first officer.  Most had been official business, but there had been a few nice evenings.  Romantic, candlelit dinners in her quarters were not the norm, so she would have to replicate most of the things she needed.  It would be worth the rations though, just to… not to mention seeing the look of surprise on his face.  He really had no clue and thought they were only going to meet for one of their usual dinners.  She laughed a normal working dinner indeed.

She reached the replicator and started her order, when she realized she didn't really know what Chakotay would prefer.  They knew each other so well, but she had never allowed herself to get to know that side of him.  She looked back at the table and then around the room trying to decide.  My decorating tastes are not the best, but here goes.  Minutes later she walked back to the table with her treasured items.

Unfolding the tablecloth, she spread it across the small table.  It was a beautiful silver-gray damask, which shined incredibly in the dimmed lighting of her quarters.  The flickering lights from the candles would only make it appear even more beautiful.  She looked admiring at her choice.  You do have taste, Kathryn, she smiled appreciatively.

Picking up the delicate china-plates and silverware, she placed them on each side of the table, along with two crystal wine glasses, then, finally two candlesticks with the plum colored candles to complete the picture.  The candlesticks were very special to her.  She had replicated a pair like the ones she remembered seeing as a little girl at her grandmother's house.  They were made of glass, no color just, clear glass.  They were very heavy, as the foot consisted of pure glass within which a row of air bubbles spiralled upwards through the glass.  They were old, probably several centuries and the rumor within the family said that they were from the beginning of the 22nd century, but they had never been able to verify it.  Paris would probably blow a fuse, if he knew, but fortunately he didn't know she had any interest in that particular time in history.  She didn't want any disturbances tonight, and to tell the truth, she had had more than enough of Tom Paris the night before.

Janeway stood back to admire the view.  Hmm… something's missing, she thought, but couldn't quite determine what it was.  She looked around her quarters and suddenly remembered the rose Chakotay had given her after the incident several years ago where she had nearly died.  "Flowers!  Of course!"  She exclaimed into the empty room and hurried to the replicator to get a small bouquet of roses in the exact same color as the candles.  She placed the vase in-between the candlesticks, and then she picked up the biggest and most beautiful rose of them all and placed it on top of Chakotay's plate.  Once again, she stood back and looked.  PERFECT!  Now I only need to replicate the food.

She would supply the food and he the wine.  It was a bit risky he knew, and even commented on the fact, but she had begged with her best smile and he had finally given in.  She had decided on something simple: cheese, fruit, hot, sourdough bread and red wine.  A good combination for a romantic evening and it was very popular, or so she had heard. 

***

Everything was timed perfectly and her door chimed just as she completed her preparations.  "Come on in Chakotay, I'll just be a minute," she called and hurried to the bathroom to check her appearance once more.  God, when did I become so self-conscious, and nervous!  The thought crossed her mind, as the butterflies slammed into her stomach.  Get a grip Janeway, it's only Chakotay, the man you've wanted to be close to for a very long time.  She took a deep calming breath, and re-entered the main area, where she found Chakotay standing just inside the room, looking admiringly at the table, and a bit shy himself.

He heard her enter and moved towards her slowly, then stopped.  Why do I suddenly feel such an urge to hug her?  The thought made him feel a bit awkward and he didn't quite know what to do or say next, so he tried a simple, "Hi."

She saw his sudden awkwardness, could feel it herself and wanted to help him, but she was also at a loss for words.  Something, which didn't happen often for Kathryn Janeway,  "Hi" she said, deciding that a slow approach might be the best thing.  After all, this was new to both of them, sort of anyway. 

"Do you want a glass of wine?"  Chakotay found the words as they both moved towards the table.

"Yes, that sounds wonderful.  Let me just get this and…  " She turned around to look at him and almost bumped into him.  He was right behind her, holding her glass of wine.

"Easy" He laughed, but caught both her and the wine before it spilled all over the carpet.  "We don't want this fine glass of wine to be wasted, do we?"

"No" Janeway smiled and reached for the glass, but he moved it before she could grab hold of it and placed it at the end of the table.  Then he caught her in a big, crushing, bear hug, which surprised them both.

"Kathryn, I have missed you so much.  This whole thing has been so crazy, and I didn't understand, I …" He shivered at the thought and couldn't finish his statement.  He knew he should let go of her, but he just couldn't, he needed to hold her, just a little longer.  Then he felt her arms snake around him, hesitantly at first, but then a bit stronger until she hugged him as tightly and with the same intensity as he did her.

"I know, Chakotay, I know.  There were times when I thought I had lost my mind myself", constantly, she thought, and I even considered jumping ship.  The thought made her laugh a bit.  Captain Janeway jumping ship!  That would be the day.

Chakotay felt it immediately and pulled away a bit to look at her, wanting to make sure she wasn't crying.  She isn't!  Good, but why is she laughing?  "What is it?"

"Nothing, I'll tell you everything later" she promised and pulled him close again, enjoying the contact immensely.  They stood like that for minutes, holding each other, forgetting everything around them and just enjoying the intimacy the moment afforded.

"Kathryn, you look beautiful tonight, did I tell you that?"  She started to giggle.

"I think you just did."  She looked up at him with more laughter in her eyes than was escaping her lightly colored lips.  "Now, how about some dinner, I actually think I got it right this time."  Her smile reached clear through to his dimples.  "And I went to all this trouble…" she added laughing, "it would be a shame to let it go to waste, wouldn't it?"

"Yes, without a doubt."  He placed his hand on her soft cheek.  "So, what am I risking here, do I need to alert the Doctor?"  Janeway felt a fleeting moment of panic hit her, but recovered quickly.

The Doctor is the worst idea just now Chakotay.  She kept the thought hidden in her smile.  "Risking!  Hmm… sit down and find out Mister."  She said with fake surprise in her voice.  Chakotay grabbed the wine glasses and sat down with his own faked, nervous smile imbedded in his dimpled cheeks.  Janeway felt a sudden urge to throw something at him, but she decided against it since the food was all she had available at her current location.  I'll get him later, he won't know what hit him.  At least I hope not.

She grabbed the tray of food and placed it on the table between their plates.  Chakotay looked at it a bit stunned.  It actually looks good, he thought a bit surprised.  In fact, it looks delicious.  There were at least 8 kinds of cheese, red and orange peppers not to mention the fruit: big, green, seedless and very sweet grapes, three kinds of melons that looked very ripe and juicy, and deep-red strawberries.

"WOW, Kathryn, it looks great!  Did you have Sam do it for you?"  He knew it might get him in trouble, but he just couldn't help it.  He really HAD missed her and their daily banter.

"Are you trying to say I couldn't do it myself?" she asked lightning the candles.  She had missed him too.  Admit it Kathryn!  You were ready to kill him when you discovered he was having dinner with B'Elanna last night!  While you were stuck with Mr. Paris and the green, flannel, frog pajamas, which had been rather uncomfortable to tell the truth, but she wasn't about to admit that either.

"Well, considering your past experiences with the replicator, I'd say it…" he didn't get any further before he was hit by Kathryn's flying napkin.

"Why you…" she laughed, she wanted desperately to keep a straight face, but found she just couldn't, especially since he chose that moment to put his dashingly handsome dimples on full display.  He also looked too damn sexy in his cream colored silk shirt.  Why didn't I notice that sooner?  Kathryn Janeway was fighting a loosing battle and she knew it, so she stood up and headed for the small basket containing the warm bread and the various kinds of crackers.  She placed it on the table and sat down, cheeks slightly flushed.  "Would you please give me back my napkin?" she asked politely trying not to laugh at the look in his eyes.

What the hell is she up to?  He said to himself.  I have never seen her act this way and that very low-cut blouse…He looked down, damn…He tried to avert his gaze and didn't say anything aloud.  Why ruin the mood hmm?  Just stay calm man, and gaze in her beautiful eyes, not at her…damn, how would she react if she knew what I was thinking

Janeway was looking at him with almost the same lust and longing in her own eyes.  That sexy silk shirt, and that look in his eyes…  God, he is driving me crazy!  "Here how about some bread?"  She said with a slight quiver, trying to get herself under control again.  Those damn dimples!  She handed him the basket.  "You have to try some of those crackers," she said pointing.  "They're really good."

"Everything looks great Kathryn."  He answered in his own slightly quivering voice while eyeing her lovingly.  They finally managed to settle down to eat, and started talking about the past few days.

"You should have seen your face in the ready room Chakotay," Kathryn laughed.  "You looked so confused, as if you thought we had both lost our minds."

"I did, and I could have sworn you enjoyed yourself there for a minute."  He grabbed a large grape and looked at her with a dangerous glint in his eyes.  They had been eating for a while and a playful mood was beginning to surface.  Chakotay looked at the grape and began to peel it with his teeth, nipping softly at its flesh to make a better display for her.  "Hmm…  Kathryn, you should really try these, they are so sweet and very juicy."

He caught her by surprise and it took her a while to gather enough wits about her to persuade her body to co-operate again.  Her hand had stopped in mid air, but she now forced it to grab another piece of melon.  The biggest and juiciest piece she could find.  Two can play this game, she thought.

He took one more nip at the grape and plopped it slowly into his mouth, all the while looking intently at her.

She took the melon with both hands, holding it delicately between her fingers and turned it slowly, trying to determine where to start.  Viewing it with longing eyes filled with passion, she lowered her mouth over the tender flesh of the melon, sucking slightly.  Then she sank her teeth into it and removed a small piece, chewing slowly, enjoying the taste, the feel, and Chakotay's expression.

Kathryn repeated the process again and again until nothing was left and Chakotay could hardly think of anything else, including breathing.  The juice was running down her jawbone, but she didn't seem to notice, and he wanted nothing more than to…  He grabbed another grape…

***

Some time later, Kathryn got up laughing and started to clear the table.  She needed the distraction, if things weren't to get out hand right then and there, and besides she also had a dessert ready.

Chakotay reached out a hand to stop her.  "Where are you going, we were only just getting to the good part?"  He asked seriously, well, as seriously as possible considering the circumstances.

"I know, but it's time for… dessert!"  She just couldn't help it.  She loved the man and had for years.

"Dessert ha, sounds interesting, and just what's for dessert?"  He asked looking at her in no uncertain terms.

She turned away trying to get her breathing under control.  This is getting out of control and I intend to enjoy every moment of it.  She put down the tray with cheese and picked up the pecan pie she had replicated earlier, an extra large one.  She loved it and suspected he would to, besides they might just want a bit more later as a midnight snack or…

On her way back to the table, she passed him and brushed her hand lightly though his hair.  When he looked at her, there was no doubt that something had changed between them.  She moved back to the replicator, and he got up to help.  Deciding to risk fate he put his arms around her waist and kissed her lightly at the base of her neck, inhaling the light perfume.  She trembled a bit, but didn't pull away; in fact, she just pushed her body closer to his.  Hmm… he thought and kissed her hair.  Spirits how I love this woman!

Handing him the coffee and cognac, she carried the cups and plates herself, and was about to sit when she found him standing behind her, holding the chair.  The perfect gentleman, she thought, but not too much, I hope.  A smug smile crossed her lips briefly.

Chakotay then walked back to the replicator and made an order she couldn't hear.  What now, she thought, as she saw him turn around, a beautiful red rose in his hand.  He moved beside her and knelt down.  "You have no idea how much this evening has meant to me Kathryn" he said in a low voice, almost too low for her to hear.  His voice was filled with all the love he had never been able to express, then, taking her hand, he placed the rose in it.

She looked at him for a long minute, then slowly brought the rose to her nose, smelling its delicate and sweet sent.  Slowly she raised her head and looked at him with tears in her eyes "but I do Chakotay, I do."

He got up then and moved to take his place at the table, but she couldn't take her eyes off him.  Hesitantly, she reached for his hand and he let her.  Silence settled over them and they both looked at their entwined hands lying on the table, both knowing that everything had changed, and they would never look back, only forward.

***

They ate in silence, holding hands, eyes locked together, when they heard the tinkling sound of a transporter beam.

"What the hell…" exclaimed Chakotay jumping from his seat, "WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?"

Janeway pulled back from the table, trying to control her laughter, but it was useless and she doubled over, holding her sides.  What a sight, she thought.

There, right in the middle of the pecan pie sat the Doctor in frog disguise.  Both of his big feet planted firmly in it, and bits of the sticky, caramel like filling falling over the rim and onto his feet.  He looked down, anger filling his big frog-eyes.  A frown crossed his features, as he shifted his weight from one foot to the other.  The Doctor was one hopping-mad frog.

He tried to cross his arms, but found that his small frog-arms were far to short.  Then he began stamping his right food in the pie, only getting himself stickier in the process.

Chakotay was beginning to recover and joined Janeway laughing hysterically, which only angered the frog further.  He opened his mouth, trying to speak, but he was too angry to get a word out.  He tried again, making a croaking sound in the process.  "Excuse me!  Captain!  Commander!  I fail to see what's so damn funny."  They just looked at him and continued laughing.  "SOMEONE'S been tampering with my program and you're LAUGHING???" he spit out between clenched teeth… well, rather no teeth.  "I want my program back to normal and I want it NOW, CAPTAIN!!"

"I'm sorry frog…  I mean Doctor!  Right now I'm in the middle of something VERY important, but I'll take care of it first thing in the morning, OK?"  She said, tears rolling down her cheeks now.  "Besides, you're a rather handsome frog, perhaps if you went to the holodeck and…"

"CAPTAIN!!!!" both the Doctor and Chakotay exclaimed shocked, and the Doctor wondered briefly, if something had gone wrong that morning after all.  He quickly decided to check his readings a second time when he returned to Sickbay, well, as soon as he was back to himself.  It was rather difficult to function properly right now.  Everything seemed… out of reach.

Chakotay moved towards her and the Doctor hopped gingerly down from the table, leaving large, sticky stains of pecan pie behind on both table and carpet.

"Kathryn?  Do you know anything about this?"

She shrugged her shoulders.  "I might, and then again I might not.  A Captain knows all on her ship, remember?"

"I think you know all, Captain," he added in a whisper, "and B'Elanna."

"Ok, so what if I did?  He deserved it and I did warn him!"  She uttered defiantly.

"Kathryn, you can't just leave him like that.  What if we have an emergency and need him?  And he did save your lives!"  Chakotay pleaded gently.

"I know, which is why we programmed a time limit – 24 hours Chakotay, that's all.  We just wanted to teach him a lesson, and he'll revert back in case of a red alert.  There's really nothing to worry about, except his ego that is."  She said with a smirk, casting a glance at the green frog, jumping up and down on her carpet a few feet away.  "He was far to smug about the whole thing!"

"Tomorrow?  Captain!  I said NOW!!  Do you have any idea how embarrassing this is for me?"  The doctor emphasized every word.  He was truly pissed and DIDN'T want to wait.

"Watch that tone of yours Doctor, or you might just…"  She was interrupted by the look in Chakotay's eyes.

Kathryn, you're so beautiful, he thought, especially when you're angry.  I can't help it…  I've got to kiss you.  "Kathryn…"  He leaned down, so his face was level with hers.

"Hmm…"

"I'm going to kiss you", he whispered softly in her ear.  "I need you to stop me now, if…"

"Stop you!  Have you lost your mind?  What are you waiting for?"  She asked and reached her arms around his neck, pulling him close for a kiss.

Chakotay deepened the kiss and pressed her close, enveloping her with his entire body.

The EMH Frog didn't believe his own eyes.  What the hell were they doing?  Didn't they understand there was more pressing matters to attend too?  Well, don't they?  He thought with a great deal of sarcasm.  They're obviously enjoying themselves, but they will simply have to postpone this session of lip hockey until later.  THIS IS IMPORTANT!  He then hopped in to stop them.

Chakotay felt something nudging his leg and pulled apart from Janeway, reluctantly.  He looked down and saw Frog Doc trying to get in between them.  The whole situation was really too insane and he burst out laughing, but Janeway started pulling him towards the bedroom.

"Ignore him!  It's just a frog."

"Just a frog!  Hello!"  The Doctor just couldn't ignore the slight.  "Have you seen the spots on my back?  According to the history of the Danish Leopard Frog those spots…"

He was interrupted by Chakotay's cream-colored silk shirt landing on his head, whereupon he heard feet moving across the floor.

"You know the way out, right Frog?"  Janeway called back.  He shook his head trying to clear the silk shirt obstructing his vision.  The Doctor was still fuming, but realized he wouldn't accomplish anything more here and felt even more depressed at the prospect of having to remain a frog until morning.  Here I am, at the lowest point in my life and do they care?  No!  No one cares.  I am only a hologram and who cares about a hologram.

He started hopping towards the door, listening to the sounds coming from the bedroom and fully intending to go to sickbay, when he suddenly thought about B'Elanna.  Surely, she would help him, if he asked her nicely.

Feeling a bit encouraged, he hopped through the door and into the corridor, planning his revenge.  Knowing just how well Kathryn Janeway loved her yearly physicals.  I'll just show her what a good frog does at her next physical, which by the way is in only a few weeks.  An evil grin spread across his lovely frog-face.  Revenge is sweet indeed.  Suddenly he felt a LOT better and gingerly hopped on being seen by several crewmembers on his way, but he didn't mind anymore.  He was a happy frog on a mission, and revenge would be sweet, VERY SWEET!!!!

The End!