Home Sweet Home
The following story line is mine. Don't try to copy it cause I'll get mad
In a like vein, Star Trek: Voyager and all characters are the sole property of someone other than me.
AN: This is when the kids are about two and a half. In the past year, nothing much has changed except that Deneb has opened up to the crew a little bit more. For background, recently people (command crew) have been noticing that Deneb doesn't seem to be herself. They keep bugging her about it and she's irritated.
"Mind if I join you?" Chakotay asked. Deneb caught the ball before it could pound into his head.
"It's a free country" she said, then winced, "Ship. Whatever. Computer, another racket for the Commander!" she ordered. She was wearing tight shorts that clung to her skin mid-thigh and what she had labeled a "sports bra". The ensemble revealed a lot of skin and well toned flesh. Chakotay yanked his thoughts away from that path. Her long chestnut-red hair was pulled up in a high pony tail and the ends curled with dampness. She tossed the ball into the air and hit towards the wall. It smacked and headed back. Chakotay danced to his left and swatted it back.
"How's the chess tournament going?" he asked pleasantly.
"Not bad. I hear it's down to you and Tuvok" she answered.
"Should you be telling me that? Isn't that advanced knowledge Tuvok doesn't have?" He was joking.
"Tuvok's a Vulcan, Ko. I seriously doubt he doesn't realize that he's playing you tomorrow" she answered irritably. She was in no mood to joke around, apparently. Chakotay concentrated on the game, trying to think of some way to bring up what he wanted to talk about. She didn't speak, just hit the ball back and forth. Not with her usual vigor, Chakotay noticed. She was breathing hard and not moving at her usual pace. Sweat was already dripping down her back and matting the rebellious wisps of her hair to her forehead and neck. She ran foreword to catch the ball but missed it. It bounced itself still on the floor. She raised a hand to her temples and closed her eyes. Chakotay wasn't sure how long she'd been playing before he'd got there, but he didn't think it had been long. He had stopped at her quarters and found Kes and Neelix trying to catch Damian, who had stolen both of their communicators. He and Damia were tossing them back and forth, enjoying their little game. They had become hellions since they turned two. They were stubborn and obtrusive, they said "no" to everything and refused to do anything anyone told them to do. When they didn't get their way they threw fits. Deneb called it the "Terrible Twos"
"Don't worry" she told Katharine one day, "The day they turn three they'll calm down again"
"I wouldn't bet on it" Bones, her preferred holographic doctor, said. They had taken Damian to Sickbay because he'd banged his head on the edge of a table. Deneb had looked slightly worried at his comment.
Chakotay wasn't so worried about the children. They wouldn't kill themselves, not with three aunts, four uncles, a mother and two holographic doctors looking after them. He was, however, worried about their mother. She seemed so tired lately, and it wasn't like the exhausted person she'd been right after she'd had them. This was slower and she was trying hard to hide it.
"Headache?" he asked. She was prone to them. At least, much more so than the rest of them.
"It's nothing" she said and dropped her hand. She picked the ball up and got ready to bat at it again.
"It's not nothing, Deneb" he stopped her, "Look at you! You've been playing forty-five minutes and you're exhausted. Something's wrong"
"I'm a little tired, that's all" she answered defiantly, "I'm not sick or anything"
"Deneb, I've been your friend for almost three years. I can tell when you're not feeling well and when you're sick. And you're sick"
"Come off it, Ko. You're just as bad as Katharine, trying to mother me. There's nothing wrong" And with that, her eyes rolled back into her head and she fainted into his arms. Chakotay hefted her up quickly and carried her to Sickbay.
"Bones!" he called.
"What's going on here?" the Doctor asked, coming out of his office.
"Oh, it's her" he said scathingly. The Doctor and Deneb didn't get along very well. The holograph of Dr. McCoy appeared.
"Well. I see I'm not needed here" the Doctor said and returned to whatever he had been doing earlier.
"Bones, she just collapsed in the racket ball court" Chakotay told him, ignoring his own Doctor. The holographic Bones picked up a tricorder and did an examination. Then he did some other tests that Chakotay couldn't identify. Suddenly, he jerked his head up.
"Hey! Doctor!" he called. The Doctor came.
"What do you want?" he asked, sounding annoyed at having been bothered.
"I want a second opinion" the McCoy holograph answered and shoved his data at the other doctor who read over it carefully.
"That's odd" the Doctor commented.
"What is it?" Chakotay could feel every muscle in his body tightening up. He felt dread and fear rushing through his veins like ice.
"She has cancer" the Doctor told him.
Later...
"What do you mean I have cancer?" Deneb shouted, "How the hell can I have cancer? What kind of cancer?"
"Leukemia, to be exact. I had to go back in the medical histories to actually find the cause and cure" the Doctor explained to her.
"But it's curable, right, Doctor?" Katharine asked.
"Of course it is" McCoy answered, "We aren't in the dark ages you know"
"So this is curable? Wait...what kind of cure?" Deneb narrowed her eyes at the Doctor.
"We don't use the poisons your people used to try cure it" he told her, "So don't worry about me pumping your body full of chemicals"
"There's a simple surgery and then a round of treatments" Kes told her.
"Surgery? Oh, no! You're not cutting me open!" Deneb cried again.
"Don't be ridiculous, Deneb!" her friend scolded, "You're so paranoid"
"I don't want you cutting my body open like....like...like some Roswell freak!" Deneb said stubbornly.
"Oh, for heaven's sake!" Katharine cried, "Doctor, when can you do it?"
"Whenever she's ready" the Doctor replied.
"She's ready" both Chakotay and Katharine said at the same time.
"What? No I'm not! Hey, let go of me!" They were both holding her down so she couldn't run away before one of the doctor's put her to sleep.
"No fair! This is against my will, I'll have you know! Bones, you traitor!" she cried as he gave her the hypospray and she melted away into sleep.
In a like vein, Star Trek: Voyager and all characters are the sole property of someone other than me.
AN: This is when the kids are about two and a half. In the past year, nothing much has changed except that Deneb has opened up to the crew a little bit more. For background, recently people (command crew) have been noticing that Deneb doesn't seem to be herself. They keep bugging her about it and she's irritated.
"Mind if I join you?" Chakotay asked. Deneb caught the ball before it could pound into his head.
"It's a free country" she said, then winced, "Ship. Whatever. Computer, another racket for the Commander!" she ordered. She was wearing tight shorts that clung to her skin mid-thigh and what she had labeled a "sports bra". The ensemble revealed a lot of skin and well toned flesh. Chakotay yanked his thoughts away from that path. Her long chestnut-red hair was pulled up in a high pony tail and the ends curled with dampness. She tossed the ball into the air and hit towards the wall. It smacked and headed back. Chakotay danced to his left and swatted it back.
"How's the chess tournament going?" he asked pleasantly.
"Not bad. I hear it's down to you and Tuvok" she answered.
"Should you be telling me that? Isn't that advanced knowledge Tuvok doesn't have?" He was joking.
"Tuvok's a Vulcan, Ko. I seriously doubt he doesn't realize that he's playing you tomorrow" she answered irritably. She was in no mood to joke around, apparently. Chakotay concentrated on the game, trying to think of some way to bring up what he wanted to talk about. She didn't speak, just hit the ball back and forth. Not with her usual vigor, Chakotay noticed. She was breathing hard and not moving at her usual pace. Sweat was already dripping down her back and matting the rebellious wisps of her hair to her forehead and neck. She ran foreword to catch the ball but missed it. It bounced itself still on the floor. She raised a hand to her temples and closed her eyes. Chakotay wasn't sure how long she'd been playing before he'd got there, but he didn't think it had been long. He had stopped at her quarters and found Kes and Neelix trying to catch Damian, who had stolen both of their communicators. He and Damia were tossing them back and forth, enjoying their little game. They had become hellions since they turned two. They were stubborn and obtrusive, they said "no" to everything and refused to do anything anyone told them to do. When they didn't get their way they threw fits. Deneb called it the "Terrible Twos"
"Don't worry" she told Katharine one day, "The day they turn three they'll calm down again"
"I wouldn't bet on it" Bones, her preferred holographic doctor, said. They had taken Damian to Sickbay because he'd banged his head on the edge of a table. Deneb had looked slightly worried at his comment.
Chakotay wasn't so worried about the children. They wouldn't kill themselves, not with three aunts, four uncles, a mother and two holographic doctors looking after them. He was, however, worried about their mother. She seemed so tired lately, and it wasn't like the exhausted person she'd been right after she'd had them. This was slower and she was trying hard to hide it.
"Headache?" he asked. She was prone to them. At least, much more so than the rest of them.
"It's nothing" she said and dropped her hand. She picked the ball up and got ready to bat at it again.
"It's not nothing, Deneb" he stopped her, "Look at you! You've been playing forty-five minutes and you're exhausted. Something's wrong"
"I'm a little tired, that's all" she answered defiantly, "I'm not sick or anything"
"Deneb, I've been your friend for almost three years. I can tell when you're not feeling well and when you're sick. And you're sick"
"Come off it, Ko. You're just as bad as Katharine, trying to mother me. There's nothing wrong" And with that, her eyes rolled back into her head and she fainted into his arms. Chakotay hefted her up quickly and carried her to Sickbay.
"Bones!" he called.
"What's going on here?" the Doctor asked, coming out of his office.
"Oh, it's her" he said scathingly. The Doctor and Deneb didn't get along very well. The holograph of Dr. McCoy appeared.
"Well. I see I'm not needed here" the Doctor said and returned to whatever he had been doing earlier.
"Bones, she just collapsed in the racket ball court" Chakotay told him, ignoring his own Doctor. The holographic Bones picked up a tricorder and did an examination. Then he did some other tests that Chakotay couldn't identify. Suddenly, he jerked his head up.
"Hey! Doctor!" he called. The Doctor came.
"What do you want?" he asked, sounding annoyed at having been bothered.
"I want a second opinion" the McCoy holograph answered and shoved his data at the other doctor who read over it carefully.
"That's odd" the Doctor commented.
"What is it?" Chakotay could feel every muscle in his body tightening up. He felt dread and fear rushing through his veins like ice.
"She has cancer" the Doctor told him.
Later...
"What do you mean I have cancer?" Deneb shouted, "How the hell can I have cancer? What kind of cancer?"
"Leukemia, to be exact. I had to go back in the medical histories to actually find the cause and cure" the Doctor explained to her.
"But it's curable, right, Doctor?" Katharine asked.
"Of course it is" McCoy answered, "We aren't in the dark ages you know"
"So this is curable? Wait...what kind of cure?" Deneb narrowed her eyes at the Doctor.
"We don't use the poisons your people used to try cure it" he told her, "So don't worry about me pumping your body full of chemicals"
"There's a simple surgery and then a round of treatments" Kes told her.
"Surgery? Oh, no! You're not cutting me open!" Deneb cried again.
"Don't be ridiculous, Deneb!" her friend scolded, "You're so paranoid"
"I don't want you cutting my body open like....like...like some Roswell freak!" Deneb said stubbornly.
"Oh, for heaven's sake!" Katharine cried, "Doctor, when can you do it?"
"Whenever she's ready" the Doctor replied.
"She's ready" both Chakotay and Katharine said at the same time.
"What? No I'm not! Hey, let go of me!" They were both holding her down so she couldn't run away before one of the doctor's put her to sleep.
"No fair! This is against my will, I'll have you know! Bones, you traitor!" she cried as he gave her the hypospray and she melted away into sleep.