A/N: Thanks to my beta reader. And ya'll, I tried to fix the thing that
went wrong...tell me if it worked.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek. Although I could claim to own J/C,
since Braga obviously doesnt want it...but then I think I'd have a bunch
of other J/Cers hunting me down. So never mind. :)
Addendum to Resolutions
Kathryn Janeway stared at the stars. It was 0300 on the 3rd day since she and
Chakotay had been rescued. She was up late reviewing ship status reports and
catching up on everything she had missed. And thinking. Which was what Janeway
was doing now as she stared out her window. Thinking about New Earth and
Chakotay. And what she knew would have inevitably happened on New Earth if they
had not been rescued.
She reprimanded herself and looked back down at the PADD in her hand. Thinking
on such things could only lead to discontentment, and the last thing Janeway needed
was to be worrying about her own emotional state.
The door chime interrupted her thoughts. 0300? Who would be at her door at 0300?
"Come in," she called to her visitor.
The doors parted and Commander Chakotay walked into her quarters.
"Commander!" Janeway said as she stood up. "Captain," he responded as his eyes
wandered from her face. She was suddenly very aware that she was just wearing a
nightgown.
Chakotay tried with every ounce of strength he had to keep his eyes on her face.
It wasn't working. "Captain," he started again, "I was wondering…" he paused as
he tried to remember why he had come to her quarters. "I was wondering if you'd
join me for dinner tonight. I thought we should review the ship's status reports
together."
Janeway responded almost instantly. The faster she agreed, the sooner he would
leave, the quicker her heart could stop racing. "How about 1900 hours? Mess Hall?"
"My quarters," Chakotay responded. "I thought I'd prove my cooking skills to you."
He added quickly.
She smiled. "I'll see you tonight, then."
He turned to leave and she suppressed a small sigh of relief.
"By the way, Kathryn," he said as he turned back to her, "You look beautiful."
This time he didn't try to hide it as he looked her up and down. "Good night."
And then he was gone.
Janeway stared at her door for a minute. Kathryn? He called her Kathryn? He
wanted to cook for her? Her heart had been racing? Since when did her First Officer
make her heart race?
'Since you fell for him on New Earth…' a little voice whispered in her head.
"He's my First Officer. I can't have a relationship with any of my crew." She
snapped back, realizing too late she'd said it out loud. Oh well.
Still…she thought silently as she climbed into her bed later, it was nice to
have an attractive man who appreciated her. Maybe one day…
* * *
Harry Kim looked up from his late night snack to his best friend. "Do you think
we interrupted anything? Back on New Earth, I mean."
Tom Paris looked at him and laughed. "What, you think Chakotay has a thing for
Janeway? That'd be like Torres having a thing for me! They hate each other."
And somewhere, a few decks away, B'Elanna Torres lay, dreaming of a handsome pilot
named Tom Paris.
went wrong...tell me if it worked.
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek. Although I could claim to own J/C,
since Braga obviously doesnt want it...but then I think I'd have a bunch
of other J/Cers hunting me down. So never mind. :)
Addendum to Resolutions
Kathryn Janeway stared at the stars. It was 0300 on the 3rd day since she and
Chakotay had been rescued. She was up late reviewing ship status reports and
catching up on everything she had missed. And thinking. Which was what Janeway
was doing now as she stared out her window. Thinking about New Earth and
Chakotay. And what she knew would have inevitably happened on New Earth if they
had not been rescued.
She reprimanded herself and looked back down at the PADD in her hand. Thinking
on such things could only lead to discontentment, and the last thing Janeway needed
was to be worrying about her own emotional state.
The door chime interrupted her thoughts. 0300? Who would be at her door at 0300?
"Come in," she called to her visitor.
The doors parted and Commander Chakotay walked into her quarters.
"Commander!" Janeway said as she stood up. "Captain," he responded as his eyes
wandered from her face. She was suddenly very aware that she was just wearing a
nightgown.
Chakotay tried with every ounce of strength he had to keep his eyes on her face.
It wasn't working. "Captain," he started again, "I was wondering…" he paused as
he tried to remember why he had come to her quarters. "I was wondering if you'd
join me for dinner tonight. I thought we should review the ship's status reports
together."
Janeway responded almost instantly. The faster she agreed, the sooner he would
leave, the quicker her heart could stop racing. "How about 1900 hours? Mess Hall?"
"My quarters," Chakotay responded. "I thought I'd prove my cooking skills to you."
He added quickly.
She smiled. "I'll see you tonight, then."
He turned to leave and she suppressed a small sigh of relief.
"By the way, Kathryn," he said as he turned back to her, "You look beautiful."
This time he didn't try to hide it as he looked her up and down. "Good night."
And then he was gone.
Janeway stared at her door for a minute. Kathryn? He called her Kathryn? He
wanted to cook for her? Her heart had been racing? Since when did her First Officer
make her heart race?
'Since you fell for him on New Earth…' a little voice whispered in her head.
"He's my First Officer. I can't have a relationship with any of my crew." She
snapped back, realizing too late she'd said it out loud. Oh well.
Still…she thought silently as she climbed into her bed later, it was nice to
have an attractive man who appreciated her. Maybe one day…
* * *
Harry Kim looked up from his late night snack to his best friend. "Do you think
we interrupted anything? Back on New Earth, I mean."
Tom Paris looked at him and laughed. "What, you think Chakotay has a thing for
Janeway? That'd be like Torres having a thing for me! They hate each other."
And somewhere, a few decks away, B'Elanna Torres lay, dreaming of a handsome pilot
named Tom Paris.