Chapter 3, all I can say is pretty much the same as the other ones, its
really short and I tried to make it easy to read for you. Please read me
and feed me (remember to review).
Disclaimer: Voyager isn't mine, the characters aren't mine (except for Cassie Davis I think).
************************************************************************ She was standing outside his door; her outward calm was being disrupted by her inward panic as she tried to control her breathing without much success. It wasn't like her to panic at anything, she'd faced the Borg, the Hirogen, Species 8472, but here she was outside her First Officer's quarters, panicking because she was about to apologise.
"Come on Kathryn," she muttered under her breath, "you can do this."
She pressed the button beside the door.
"Come in," the voice called from inside, Kathryn felt her pulse quicken, she took another deep breath and entered.
He was sitting on the couch with a PADD in one hand and a glass of some dark red liquid that looked like wine in the other.
"Captain," he said standing up, she held out a hand to stop him. He was following their latest rhythm, being totally professional.
"Chakotay," she said, she saw him relax when she used his name to address him instead of his rank. "Can I sit down?"
"Of course," he said, his tone was promising, but she was the Captain he couldn't exactly chuck her out.
"I want to apologise for the way I've been behaving the past few days," she said, looking up at him, "it's just birthday's they get to me a little bit."
She was lying to him but she couldn't exactly tell him the truth, well she could but it would complicate things even further, and she could do without that.
"It's o.k., forgotten," he said walking over to the kitchen area of his quarters.
"So, she said her tone of voice showed that she was fishing and had a nervous edge to it but she couldn't help it, "what's this I hear about you and Ensign Davis?"
He smiled, and looked down, but she caught a glimpse of those dimples.
"There's nothing going on," he said honestly, blushing slightly, "she's not my type." He looked at her as he said that.
He knew what she was doing; she stood up and turned to the door.
"Well if there's no gossip, then I'd better be going," she said, wanting to leave as quickly as possible "as usual I have a lot of work to do."
"There's always gossip on a ship this size," he said, he was standing in front of her now with another glass in his hand. So close, inches away, and moving closer, or was it her moving, their lips brushed and locked. Her arms went around his neck and his around her waist, it started to get more frantic and they fell to the couch.
No, no, no.
She screamed at herself remembering who she was and pulling away and quickly shuffling to the other side of the sofa.
"That shouldn't have happened," she stated, her voice surprisingly shaky for somebody who had stared down the Borg queen.
He just nodded, slowly. She wasn't sure whether he agreed with her or not, but he was accepting it so she stood up to leave.
"Wait," he said from the couch, "have a drink, a belated birthday drink." He was holding out the spare glass that he had just gotten from the kitchen.
"O.k.," she said before she could stop herself.
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Please Review, Review Review.
The next chapter will be up soon, I'm sorry if this chapter seems a little bit out of character but I had to write it like that, it was screaming at me.
Disclaimer: Voyager isn't mine, the characters aren't mine (except for Cassie Davis I think).
************************************************************************ She was standing outside his door; her outward calm was being disrupted by her inward panic as she tried to control her breathing without much success. It wasn't like her to panic at anything, she'd faced the Borg, the Hirogen, Species 8472, but here she was outside her First Officer's quarters, panicking because she was about to apologise.
"Come on Kathryn," she muttered under her breath, "you can do this."
She pressed the button beside the door.
"Come in," the voice called from inside, Kathryn felt her pulse quicken, she took another deep breath and entered.
He was sitting on the couch with a PADD in one hand and a glass of some dark red liquid that looked like wine in the other.
"Captain," he said standing up, she held out a hand to stop him. He was following their latest rhythm, being totally professional.
"Chakotay," she said, she saw him relax when she used his name to address him instead of his rank. "Can I sit down?"
"Of course," he said, his tone was promising, but she was the Captain he couldn't exactly chuck her out.
"I want to apologise for the way I've been behaving the past few days," she said, looking up at him, "it's just birthday's they get to me a little bit."
She was lying to him but she couldn't exactly tell him the truth, well she could but it would complicate things even further, and she could do without that.
"It's o.k., forgotten," he said walking over to the kitchen area of his quarters.
"So, she said her tone of voice showed that she was fishing and had a nervous edge to it but she couldn't help it, "what's this I hear about you and Ensign Davis?"
He smiled, and looked down, but she caught a glimpse of those dimples.
"There's nothing going on," he said honestly, blushing slightly, "she's not my type." He looked at her as he said that.
He knew what she was doing; she stood up and turned to the door.
"Well if there's no gossip, then I'd better be going," she said, wanting to leave as quickly as possible "as usual I have a lot of work to do."
"There's always gossip on a ship this size," he said, he was standing in front of her now with another glass in his hand. So close, inches away, and moving closer, or was it her moving, their lips brushed and locked. Her arms went around his neck and his around her waist, it started to get more frantic and they fell to the couch.
No, no, no.
She screamed at herself remembering who she was and pulling away and quickly shuffling to the other side of the sofa.
"That shouldn't have happened," she stated, her voice surprisingly shaky for somebody who had stared down the Borg queen.
He just nodded, slowly. She wasn't sure whether he agreed with her or not, but he was accepting it so she stood up to leave.
"Wait," he said from the couch, "have a drink, a belated birthday drink." He was holding out the spare glass that he had just gotten from the kitchen.
"O.k.," she said before she could stop herself.
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Thanks for reading.
Please Review, Review Review.
The next chapter will be up soon, I'm sorry if this chapter seems a little bit out of character but I had to write it like that, it was screaming at me.