Author: Maimun N. Khan
Email: banglaminerva@aol.com
Summary: A discovery about Kathryn's coffee habit.
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Voyager and its characters belong to TPTB. No infringement intended, though respect to Gene Roddenberry is intended.
Kathryn's Coffee
M. N. Khan
Kathryn Janeway was still tying the sash of her peach satin robe as she walked down the stairs. She hadn't planned on sleeping late, but she hadn't planned on being up late the night before either. A smile bloomed on her face as she remembered the night before which quickly turned into a grimace as she remembered waking up.
Crossing the hallway at the bottom of the steps, she pounced on the man sitting at the kitchen table, his back to the door.
"Just where were you this morning?" she softly growled.
Chakotay, now surrounded in her arms, softly laughed.
Gretchen, spooning hash browns onto Chakotay's plate, looked with surprise at the glee in her daughter's face, wondering yet again what her previously so reserved daughter must have experience to make her so relaxed now.
Phoebe just groaned and rolled her eyes as if she weren't delighted.
"Aunt Kathryn, you're not going to bite Uncle Chakotay's ear again, are you?" Megan giggled.
Kathryn sheltered her blushing face in Chakotay's neck as he covered his ears in mock fear, making his niece laugh even harder.
"AHHH!" He yelled out, startling everyone in the kitchen into silence. "She bit me!"
Kathryn looked up, her mouth open in shock. "I did not!" she said to the back of his head.
But instead of answering, Chakotay suddenly reached back and pulled his wife onto his lap and started biting her neck, still fully aware that her mother stood nearby with an old iron skillet in her hand.
"Oh God," Phoebe groaned again. "What is it with you two?? Geeze, you'd think you just got back from your honeymoon," she teased.
"Mom," Megan interrupted. "They did."
"OK, I'll be good," Chakotay said as he relaxed his hold on Kathryn's waist. "Though I don't know about her."
Kathryn sighed, resting her head on her new husband's shoulder. "I will too."
"Yep," Phoebe continued teasing, "and after last night, we're spending tonight back in our quiet home."
"And I might join you," Gretchen added, deepening the blush creeping onto Kathryn's face. "But for now... What do you want for breakfast, Kathryn?"
"Oh, just the usual coffee for me, mom."
"Kathryn, coffee never was your usual... when did you start drinking it?" Gretchen asked as she filled a mug.
Chakotay looked at his mother-in-law. "Gretchen, Kathryn's always drank coffee. She even took us into a nebula to get some!"
"Yea, vanilla tea was always your choice. When did you start drinking coffee... black coffee at that?" Phoebe said at the same time.
Kathryn was silent for a few minutes, all eyes in the room upon her. She had never thought of it before, but now the moment she replicated her first cup of coffee replayed vividly in her mind. And just as surely, she knew that it wasn't a memory to be shared. "Well," she groped, "things on Voyager weren't always the smoothest. Coffee just seemed a better choice that tea."
Chakotay looked at Kathryn, astonishment plainly visible on his face. "You didn't start drinking coffee until we were in the Delta Quadrant? You're addicted to that stuff. I could never get you to drink tea!"
Kathryn just shrugged reaching for her mug of coffee.
Megan leaned forward and peered into that mug of coffee. Then she looked up at her Uncle who was still staring in disbelief at Kathryn. As she settled back into her chair, a knowing look settled on the face of the ten-year-old.
"Aunt Kathryn," she said in a tone that reminded both Kathryn and Chakotay of Tom Paris. "Aunt Kathryn, do you drink coffee 'cause it's the same color as Uncle Chakotay's eyes?"
Email: banglaminerva@aol.com
Summary: A discovery about Kathryn's coffee habit.
Spoilers: none
Disclaimer: Voyager and its characters belong to TPTB. No infringement intended, though respect to Gene Roddenberry is intended.
Kathryn's Coffee
M. N. Khan
Kathryn Janeway was still tying the sash of her peach satin robe as she walked down the stairs. She hadn't planned on sleeping late, but she hadn't planned on being up late the night before either. A smile bloomed on her face as she remembered the night before which quickly turned into a grimace as she remembered waking up.
Crossing the hallway at the bottom of the steps, she pounced on the man sitting at the kitchen table, his back to the door.
"Just where were you this morning?" she softly growled.
Chakotay, now surrounded in her arms, softly laughed.
Gretchen, spooning hash browns onto Chakotay's plate, looked with surprise at the glee in her daughter's face, wondering yet again what her previously so reserved daughter must have experience to make her so relaxed now.
Phoebe just groaned and rolled her eyes as if she weren't delighted.
"Aunt Kathryn, you're not going to bite Uncle Chakotay's ear again, are you?" Megan giggled.
Kathryn sheltered her blushing face in Chakotay's neck as he covered his ears in mock fear, making his niece laugh even harder.
"AHHH!" He yelled out, startling everyone in the kitchen into silence. "She bit me!"
Kathryn looked up, her mouth open in shock. "I did not!" she said to the back of his head.
But instead of answering, Chakotay suddenly reached back and pulled his wife onto his lap and started biting her neck, still fully aware that her mother stood nearby with an old iron skillet in her hand.
"Oh God," Phoebe groaned again. "What is it with you two?? Geeze, you'd think you just got back from your honeymoon," she teased.
"Mom," Megan interrupted. "They did."
"OK, I'll be good," Chakotay said as he relaxed his hold on Kathryn's waist. "Though I don't know about her."
Kathryn sighed, resting her head on her new husband's shoulder. "I will too."
"Yep," Phoebe continued teasing, "and after last night, we're spending tonight back in our quiet home."
"And I might join you," Gretchen added, deepening the blush creeping onto Kathryn's face. "But for now... What do you want for breakfast, Kathryn?"
"Oh, just the usual coffee for me, mom."
"Kathryn, coffee never was your usual... when did you start drinking it?" Gretchen asked as she filled a mug.
Chakotay looked at his mother-in-law. "Gretchen, Kathryn's always drank coffee. She even took us into a nebula to get some!"
"Yea, vanilla tea was always your choice. When did you start drinking coffee... black coffee at that?" Phoebe said at the same time.
Kathryn was silent for a few minutes, all eyes in the room upon her. She had never thought of it before, but now the moment she replicated her first cup of coffee replayed vividly in her mind. And just as surely, she knew that it wasn't a memory to be shared. "Well," she groped, "things on Voyager weren't always the smoothest. Coffee just seemed a better choice that tea."
Chakotay looked at Kathryn, astonishment plainly visible on his face. "You didn't start drinking coffee until we were in the Delta Quadrant? You're addicted to that stuff. I could never get you to drink tea!"
Kathryn just shrugged reaching for her mug of coffee.
Megan leaned forward and peered into that mug of coffee. Then she looked up at her Uncle who was still staring in disbelief at Kathryn. As she settled back into her chair, a knowing look settled on the face of the ten-year-old.
"Aunt Kathryn," she said in a tone that reminded both Kathryn and Chakotay of Tom Paris. "Aunt Kathryn, do you drink coffee 'cause it's the same color as Uncle Chakotay's eyes?"