Fifth chapter up already, as I said I'm off ill so I have nothing better to
do, day time telly is so boring.
Disclaimer: Again, Voyager is not mine; I just wanted to write a story about it.
Oh god
Her head was killing, she should have stopped by sickbay for a painkiller but she didn't feel up to a lecture from the doctor. Her only consolation was that Chakotay looked as ill as she did. He was standing on the other side of the turbo lift holding on to the wall, she threw him a look of sympathy.
The doors opened loudly on the bridge and the Captain was forced to put a hand up to her head in a futile effort to stop it hurting. Chakotay gestured for her to walk out first and she did, ordering for a report in a quite and croaky voice.
Tuvok began giving her the details and she held up a hand to stop him. Her eyes were half closed because the lights of the ship were hurting her head more. She watched Tuvok's eyebrow raise, a gesture that would normally amuse her but not today.
"Today," she said in the same hoarse voice, "we're all going to talk quietly."
Tuvok's eyebrow shot up even further.
"Belated birthday drinks," Chakotay said in explanation from his seat, rubbing his temples.
"Commander, you have the bridge," she said and walked into her ready room without waiting for a response, "computer, turn off the lights." They'd come on automatically when she had entered the room.
She lay down on the sofa and tried to remember why she'd accepted that drink, and another, and another, and whether she'd done anything to embarrass herself.
She shut her eyes and groaned, seeing images of the night before dancing on her eyelids, she couldn't remember much after her fourth glass which was probably for the best judging on what she could remember.
She'd woken up that morning feeling terrible, it took her a moment to figure out where she was and when she did she sat up suddenly, which made her head throb more. She calmed down when she realised that she was fully clothed and alone and she had rested her head back on the pillow for a moment.
Its short like the rest of the chapters, partly so its easy to read and partly because I wrote it in those sections.
As usual comments are very welcome.
Be kind, review.
Disclaimer: Again, Voyager is not mine; I just wanted to write a story about it.
Oh god
Her head was killing, she should have stopped by sickbay for a painkiller but she didn't feel up to a lecture from the doctor. Her only consolation was that Chakotay looked as ill as she did. He was standing on the other side of the turbo lift holding on to the wall, she threw him a look of sympathy.
The doors opened loudly on the bridge and the Captain was forced to put a hand up to her head in a futile effort to stop it hurting. Chakotay gestured for her to walk out first and she did, ordering for a report in a quite and croaky voice.
Tuvok began giving her the details and she held up a hand to stop him. Her eyes were half closed because the lights of the ship were hurting her head more. She watched Tuvok's eyebrow raise, a gesture that would normally amuse her but not today.
"Today," she said in the same hoarse voice, "we're all going to talk quietly."
Tuvok's eyebrow shot up even further.
"Belated birthday drinks," Chakotay said in explanation from his seat, rubbing his temples.
"Commander, you have the bridge," she said and walked into her ready room without waiting for a response, "computer, turn off the lights." They'd come on automatically when she had entered the room.
She lay down on the sofa and tried to remember why she'd accepted that drink, and another, and another, and whether she'd done anything to embarrass herself.
She shut her eyes and groaned, seeing images of the night before dancing on her eyelids, she couldn't remember much after her fourth glass which was probably for the best judging on what she could remember.
She'd woken up that morning feeling terrible, it took her a moment to figure out where she was and when she did she sat up suddenly, which made her head throb more. She calmed down when she realised that she was fully clothed and alone and she had rested her head back on the pillow for a moment.
Its short like the rest of the chapters, partly so its easy to read and partly because I wrote it in those sections.
As usual comments are very welcome.
Be kind, review.