Really short chapter but I'm hoping to post two today. For some reason my
fingers don't really want to type though for some reason.
Thanks for all the reviews, feel free to keep writing them. (hint, hint).
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"Personal log of Captain Kathryn Janeway," her voice was level as she spoke to the empty room.
"It's been over a month since we lost the shuttle. since I lost Chakotay. I haven't been to see the doctor yet. I can't. The moment he finds out something will change."
She shifted position in her seat.
"I haven't been much of a Captain lately and, I've been thinking. Maybe it would be better for everyone if Tuvok was Captain and I retired."
"B'lanna found a way to penetrate the shields of the pirate's vessels. I can't remember how she said it worked but it works. Still every time I see one of their ships I am reminded of Chakotay, even firing on them has lost its appeal."
"Its 0400 hours but I can't sleep and every time I try to I see his face. When I eat I feel sick. When I move I feel exhausted and dizzy. Every waking moment is agony, grief tormenting me and clouding very decision I make. But when I do manage to sleep my dreams are haunted by that explosion, rocking the ship and ruining her life."
She walked across the room. "Damn," she muttered, hitting the replicator.
"I've got no replicator rations left, I'm going to have to go to the mess hall for more coffee. It's a place I've desperately avoided, too many people. Concerned eyes. Its early, it should be empty."
She looked briefly at her reflection in the view port and sighed. Her hair had grown and was hanging limply over her shoulders, grey and white strands weaving their way through her other colour. There were bags under her eyes and her skin was a pale grey. Running a hand through her hair she turned away from the view port, picked up her Starfleet jacket and headed out the door towards the turbo lift.
The floor seemed to move below her as she stepped in, black spots danced in front of her eye. Clutching the wall for support she felt dark clouds overcome her and her legs gave way. Lying unconscious, sprawled across the floor of the turbo lift Kathryn didn't notice the doors close.
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I told you it was short, please review.
Thank you.
Thanks for all the reviews, feel free to keep writing them. (hint, hint).
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"Personal log of Captain Kathryn Janeway," her voice was level as she spoke to the empty room.
"It's been over a month since we lost the shuttle. since I lost Chakotay. I haven't been to see the doctor yet. I can't. The moment he finds out something will change."
She shifted position in her seat.
"I haven't been much of a Captain lately and, I've been thinking. Maybe it would be better for everyone if Tuvok was Captain and I retired."
"B'lanna found a way to penetrate the shields of the pirate's vessels. I can't remember how she said it worked but it works. Still every time I see one of their ships I am reminded of Chakotay, even firing on them has lost its appeal."
"Its 0400 hours but I can't sleep and every time I try to I see his face. When I eat I feel sick. When I move I feel exhausted and dizzy. Every waking moment is agony, grief tormenting me and clouding very decision I make. But when I do manage to sleep my dreams are haunted by that explosion, rocking the ship and ruining her life."
She walked across the room. "Damn," she muttered, hitting the replicator.
"I've got no replicator rations left, I'm going to have to go to the mess hall for more coffee. It's a place I've desperately avoided, too many people. Concerned eyes. Its early, it should be empty."
She looked briefly at her reflection in the view port and sighed. Her hair had grown and was hanging limply over her shoulders, grey and white strands weaving their way through her other colour. There were bags under her eyes and her skin was a pale grey. Running a hand through her hair she turned away from the view port, picked up her Starfleet jacket and headed out the door towards the turbo lift.
The floor seemed to move below her as she stepped in, black spots danced in front of her eye. Clutching the wall for support she felt dark clouds overcome her and her legs gave way. Lying unconscious, sprawled across the floor of the turbo lift Kathryn didn't notice the doors close.
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I told you it was short, please review.
Thank you.