"I Think I'll Keep You"
Dana Katherine Scully:
When Jean-Luc Picard entered Chakotay and his wife's quarters, he was shocked to see that there seemed to have been a fight. The furniture was broken, the glass smashed. There was even....good lord there was a bloodstain on one of the glass shards! "Picard to security, get a team to Commander Chakotay's quarters are once."
"That won't be necessary sir," came a hoarse voice from the bedroom. Picard turned to the sound just as Commander Chakotay stepped out of the bedroom, a large gash on his forehead. His shoulders were slumped, his face defeated. Picard had seen the man the day he returned with Voyager: he was tall and proud, with a quiet air of self-assurance. That man was gone: only a glimmer of him remained in the Commander's sad eyes.
"What the hell happened here?" asked Picard urgently. He always managed to sound angry when he felt concerned: force of habit.
"My wife she ah...well she's a bit unstable. Nothing to be concerned about, we just argue sometimes that's all." Chakotay contemplated the Captain's impeccably shined shoes for an instant and then said, "Sir I think my wife and I need some time alone."
"Oh like hell you do," Picard said, a bit more loudly than he intended. He hated to see grown people fighting like children. "The both of you are going to get yourselves down to sickbay immediately!"
"Sir," Chakotay growled, "I said it won't be necessary. Please."
The plea in Chakotay's eyes cried two different things to the Captain. It spoke of Chakotay's pride in himself, but also his desperate desire to escape his fate. "Very well," Picard said, a bit more quietly. "But as soon as you've resolved your differences, I want both of you to report to sickbay. That's an order."
Chakotay nodded, and the Captain let himself out.
Dana Katherine Scully:
When Jean-Luc Picard entered Chakotay and his wife's quarters, he was shocked to see that there seemed to have been a fight. The furniture was broken, the glass smashed. There was even....good lord there was a bloodstain on one of the glass shards! "Picard to security, get a team to Commander Chakotay's quarters are once."
"That won't be necessary sir," came a hoarse voice from the bedroom. Picard turned to the sound just as Commander Chakotay stepped out of the bedroom, a large gash on his forehead. His shoulders were slumped, his face defeated. Picard had seen the man the day he returned with Voyager: he was tall and proud, with a quiet air of self-assurance. That man was gone: only a glimmer of him remained in the Commander's sad eyes.
"What the hell happened here?" asked Picard urgently. He always managed to sound angry when he felt concerned: force of habit.
"My wife she ah...well she's a bit unstable. Nothing to be concerned about, we just argue sometimes that's all." Chakotay contemplated the Captain's impeccably shined shoes for an instant and then said, "Sir I think my wife and I need some time alone."
"Oh like hell you do," Picard said, a bit more loudly than he intended. He hated to see grown people fighting like children. "The both of you are going to get yourselves down to sickbay immediately!"
"Sir," Chakotay growled, "I said it won't be necessary. Please."
The plea in Chakotay's eyes cried two different things to the Captain. It spoke of Chakotay's pride in himself, but also his desperate desire to escape his fate. "Very well," Picard said, a bit more quietly. "But as soon as you've resolved your differences, I want both of you to report to sickbay. That's an order."
Chakotay nodded, and the Captain let himself out.