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the ending, we deserved, but they did give us the characters to play with
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Fate never changes.
Chakotay looked down at the woman in his arms. He had to give this Captain Janeway credit; she was a tough cookie. In fact she was the first person to have successfully stayed quiet whilst being tortured by Seska. Not once did she cry out in pain, she didn't beg for release she just stared at him, keeping her eyes locked with his. She didn't take her eyes off of his the whole time. He actually found it quite disconcerting. He had originally planned to take her back to her cell and let one of his crew deal with her injuries but the moment she past out he noticed how vulnerable she actually looked. He couldn't trust his crew not to take advantage o her. Hell he might not even be able to control himself. She is a very beautiful woman, thankfully Seska didn't destroy that. He reached the door to his quarters and let himself in. he knew the crew would talk if they knew that he had the Captain of the Starfleet vessel in his room. Exactly why he didn't tell them, especially not Seska. She still hadn't excepted the fact that their relationship was over. Chakotay didn't want to be tied down to anyone, oh Seska was good, she was an incredible lay but she was getting to comfortable so he had broken it off. She was an incredibly jealous woman, even though they weren't together he still worried about how dangerous she was. When they had been together, the last girl that he had so much as smiled at had ended up in sick bay with second-degree burn to most of her body. Seska had claimed that it was an accident but he knew that she had deliberately set the poor girl's console to explode. A stirring brought Chakotay back to the present. Captain Janeway was moaning in her unconscious, he was sure that she must be in pain. He laid her gently on the bed and set about treating her injuries.
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"Hey B'Ella wait up." B'Elanna Torres turned round and saw Tom Paris running towards her. She smiled, ever since thy had admitted there love for each other six months ago they had been inseparable.
"Hey Tom." he skidded to a halt right in front of her nose and gave it a quick peck. At first they had wanted to keep their relationship a secret but in the Maquis that was never going to happen.
"Going to the mess? I'm hungry and after the busy day we've had I think that we are entitled to a little break." Together they started for the mess hall.
"What do you mean busy day Helm Boy, I'm the one that keeps everything active around here. Slaving away in engineering while you just fly the ships." This was a typical conversation the two had. It was their way of distancing themselves from the serious pressures of the Maquis.
"Just fly the ships hey?" Tom stopped and pushed B'Elanna up against a wall. He leaned his face close but not quite close enough to kiss. "If that's all I do round here you won't need me anymore, guess I'll go find someone else who appreciates my other skills!" Turning around he continued walking to the mess.
"Yeah like anyone else would put up with your living habits." She pulled him to a stop and wrapped her arms around his neck. Tom leaned into her and kissed her gently on the lips. "I'm hungry and you've got to tell all about this Starfleet Captain that you know." Tom smiled at B'Ella.
"Oh this ones tough. My father was her mentor and believe me he doesn't just mentor anyone, it has to be the best. She was the one who finished top of her classes a year ahead of when she should and rose quickly through the ranks. Plus her Daddy was a top Admiral, ever hear of Admiral Janeway-" at her nod he continued, by now they had reached the mess and were sitting at their table with a bowl of soup.
"So basically she's an all round Starfleet brat."
"Well actually she is one of the more decent of the Feds but she's probably the most determined. I just hope Chak can get something out of her otherwise…well lets just not underestimate her."
"You sound like she made quite an impression on you." B'Elanna looked up from her soup and looked into Tom's eyes. She knew that he wasn't really cut out to be mercenary but the Maquis needed anyone they could get and he was their best pilot. She just hoped that this Janeway person wouldn't affect his sense of loyalty.
"Of course she did B'Ella, she practically became my sister the amount of time we spent together. But don't get me wrong that just makes me hate her even more. Whenever she came round it seemed like I was pushed into he background. I was sure my dad loved…loves he more than he ever has me. No you don't have to worry about me B'Ella." B'Elanna wasn't sure whether this should alleviate he worries or just make them worse.
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Kathryn was hazy. She had a pounding headache and she had no idea where she was. Her arms ached and she realised after trying to move them that they were restrained above her head. Slowly she opened her eyes but everything was blurry and she realised it wasn't just her head that ached it was every bone in every part of her body. Suddenly it all flooded back to her, the taking over of her ship, being separated from her crew and the torture. That part she couldn't remember very well. What she did remember was that Bajoran woman, a lot of pain and Captain Chakotay. Oh yes she remembered him. She didn't know why but she found herself keeping a lock on his eyes throughout her torture. She seemed to be able to separate her mind from her body when she looked at him. Kathryn sat up and looked around. This was a place she certainly didn't recognize. It was not her cell that's for sure. She was lying on a bed in a small room but the room looked homey. Its walls were bare except from what looked like a Native American style wall dressing. Looking down at herself she realised that she was no longer wearing her uniform instead she was wearing what looked like a sickbay gown although this wasn't the Starfleet green, it was more of a browny grey colour. Kathryn struggled against her bonds but they weren't budging, the exertion wasn't helping the pain. Exhausted she collapsed back against the bed and let out a sigh. If she was going to escape it wasn't going to be now. A sensation of dizziness suddenly hit her and a feeling of nausea nearly overcame her. She heard a faint chuckling sound from somewhere in the room before she passed out.
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Chakotay watched as Captain Janeway awoke and looked around disorientated. She did look funny with her hair in disarray and her arms in the air. Chakotay realised that he was actually looking forward to the moment when they could meet properly. She seemed like an intriguing person. Chakotay berated himself that wasn't the only reason. This woman, whoever she was had managed to get under his skin. He had no idea why; it wasn't like the two had actually had a conversation. The only thing he knew about her was that she was a Starfleet Captain and one of the best officers they had to offer. Immediately that should have turned him away from her but no it just seemed to draw him to her more. He watched as she fell back onto the bed, if it was possible her face had turned paler then it already was. Chakotay laughed, she looked even more beautiful. She them proceeded to pass out. Chakotay stepped out of the shadows. He hadn't wanted the Starfleet Captain to see him yet. He still hated her, with a passion that burned brightly since the destruction of his home planet five years ago. She represented everything that he hated and no 'attraction' that he didn't understand was going to change that. He leaned down and stroked her hair. Yes he was definitely going to like this woman.
From me: Next part up please review. I love it when you do it gives me inspiration.
Fate never changes.
Chakotay looked down at the woman in his arms. He had to give this Captain Janeway credit; she was a tough cookie. In fact she was the first person to have successfully stayed quiet whilst being tortured by Seska. Not once did she cry out in pain, she didn't beg for release she just stared at him, keeping her eyes locked with his. She didn't take her eyes off of his the whole time. He actually found it quite disconcerting. He had originally planned to take her back to her cell and let one of his crew deal with her injuries but the moment she past out he noticed how vulnerable she actually looked. He couldn't trust his crew not to take advantage o her. Hell he might not even be able to control himself. She is a very beautiful woman, thankfully Seska didn't destroy that. He reached the door to his quarters and let himself in. he knew the crew would talk if they knew that he had the Captain of the Starfleet vessel in his room. Exactly why he didn't tell them, especially not Seska. She still hadn't excepted the fact that their relationship was over. Chakotay didn't want to be tied down to anyone, oh Seska was good, she was an incredible lay but she was getting to comfortable so he had broken it off. She was an incredibly jealous woman, even though they weren't together he still worried about how dangerous she was. When they had been together, the last girl that he had so much as smiled at had ended up in sick bay with second-degree burn to most of her body. Seska had claimed that it was an accident but he knew that she had deliberately set the poor girl's console to explode. A stirring brought Chakotay back to the present. Captain Janeway was moaning in her unconscious, he was sure that she must be in pain. He laid her gently on the bed and set about treating her injuries.
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"Hey B'Ella wait up." B'Elanna Torres turned round and saw Tom Paris running towards her. She smiled, ever since thy had admitted there love for each other six months ago they had been inseparable.
"Hey Tom." he skidded to a halt right in front of her nose and gave it a quick peck. At first they had wanted to keep their relationship a secret but in the Maquis that was never going to happen.
"Going to the mess? I'm hungry and after the busy day we've had I think that we are entitled to a little break." Together they started for the mess hall.
"What do you mean busy day Helm Boy, I'm the one that keeps everything active around here. Slaving away in engineering while you just fly the ships." This was a typical conversation the two had. It was their way of distancing themselves from the serious pressures of the Maquis.
"Just fly the ships hey?" Tom stopped and pushed B'Elanna up against a wall. He leaned his face close but not quite close enough to kiss. "If that's all I do round here you won't need me anymore, guess I'll go find someone else who appreciates my other skills!" Turning around he continued walking to the mess.
"Yeah like anyone else would put up with your living habits." She pulled him to a stop and wrapped her arms around his neck. Tom leaned into her and kissed her gently on the lips. "I'm hungry and you've got to tell all about this Starfleet Captain that you know." Tom smiled at B'Ella.
"Oh this ones tough. My father was her mentor and believe me he doesn't just mentor anyone, it has to be the best. She was the one who finished top of her classes a year ahead of when she should and rose quickly through the ranks. Plus her Daddy was a top Admiral, ever hear of Admiral Janeway-" at her nod he continued, by now they had reached the mess and were sitting at their table with a bowl of soup.
"So basically she's an all round Starfleet brat."
"Well actually she is one of the more decent of the Feds but she's probably the most determined. I just hope Chak can get something out of her otherwise…well lets just not underestimate her."
"You sound like she made quite an impression on you." B'Elanna looked up from her soup and looked into Tom's eyes. She knew that he wasn't really cut out to be mercenary but the Maquis needed anyone they could get and he was their best pilot. She just hoped that this Janeway person wouldn't affect his sense of loyalty.
"Of course she did B'Ella, she practically became my sister the amount of time we spent together. But don't get me wrong that just makes me hate her even more. Whenever she came round it seemed like I was pushed into he background. I was sure my dad loved…loves he more than he ever has me. No you don't have to worry about me B'Ella." B'Elanna wasn't sure whether this should alleviate he worries or just make them worse.
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Kathryn was hazy. She had a pounding headache and she had no idea where she was. Her arms ached and she realised after trying to move them that they were restrained above her head. Slowly she opened her eyes but everything was blurry and she realised it wasn't just her head that ached it was every bone in every part of her body. Suddenly it all flooded back to her, the taking over of her ship, being separated from her crew and the torture. That part she couldn't remember very well. What she did remember was that Bajoran woman, a lot of pain and Captain Chakotay. Oh yes she remembered him. She didn't know why but she found herself keeping a lock on his eyes throughout her torture. She seemed to be able to separate her mind from her body when she looked at him. Kathryn sat up and looked around. This was a place she certainly didn't recognize. It was not her cell that's for sure. She was lying on a bed in a small room but the room looked homey. Its walls were bare except from what looked like a Native American style wall dressing. Looking down at herself she realised that she was no longer wearing her uniform instead she was wearing what looked like a sickbay gown although this wasn't the Starfleet green, it was more of a browny grey colour. Kathryn struggled against her bonds but they weren't budging, the exertion wasn't helping the pain. Exhausted she collapsed back against the bed and let out a sigh. If she was going to escape it wasn't going to be now. A sensation of dizziness suddenly hit her and a feeling of nausea nearly overcame her. She heard a faint chuckling sound from somewhere in the room before she passed out.
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Chakotay watched as Captain Janeway awoke and looked around disorientated. She did look funny with her hair in disarray and her arms in the air. Chakotay realised that he was actually looking forward to the moment when they could meet properly. She seemed like an intriguing person. Chakotay berated himself that wasn't the only reason. This woman, whoever she was had managed to get under his skin. He had no idea why; it wasn't like the two had actually had a conversation. The only thing he knew about her was that she was a Starfleet Captain and one of the best officers they had to offer. Immediately that should have turned him away from her but no it just seemed to draw him to her more. He watched as she fell back onto the bed, if it was possible her face had turned paler then it already was. Chakotay laughed, she looked even more beautiful. She them proceeded to pass out. Chakotay stepped out of the shadows. He hadn't wanted the Starfleet Captain to see him yet. He still hated her, with a passion that burned brightly since the destruction of his home planet five years ago. She represented everything that he hated and no 'attraction' that he didn't understand was going to change that. He leaned down and stroked her hair. Yes he was definitely going to like this woman.
