By: Kimmy Malfoy

Disclaimer: Paramount owns it all, I'm just a humble little writer who likes to screw around with the characters, in the not sexual (well…) way

The Delta Quadrant was relatively silent today, she mused as she gazed out the view screen at the end of her shift. Gradually, as was only normal, she noticed Tom begin to shift in his chair and Harry begin to tap his consul, all the while Tuvok had managed to look over at all of them in a rather annoyed and snotty Vulcan way that he epitomized.

She leaned over to look at the consul and her eyes locked onto the first officer, her dear friend Chakotay. He was looking rather intently at the woman who sat next to him. She was engrossed in a padd and only looked up to watch the stars every once and a while. When she raised her head, B'Elanna noticed Chakotay quickly looked down at the padd he held in his hand. She felt the color rise in her cheeks. Granted they had only been on board Voyager for a few weeks, but she never failed to notice Chakotay's longing glances, directed at the captain. Sure, she was glad that the captain was a nice woman, and had tried her hardest to integrate the Maquis into the crew… Hell, she'd even made me her chief engineer B'Elanna thought. However, she could not stop the jealousy from rising in the pit of her stomach. It was getting worse and worse each time she looked over at him.

When she had seen Chakotay introducing Captain Janeway to her animal guide, B'Elanna could barley contain herself from hurling something at the Captain's head. They had been sitting so close, B'Elanna knew their legs were brushing and she could see that Chakotay had placed his hand on top of the Captain's hand. She could have killed him. He was nearly flirting with the Captain. That night had been even worse… The Captain waltzed into Sandrine's and out-sharked the pool sharks, and there was not a moment that she was alone. Chakotay had quickly stood beside her, watching as she beat Paris at his own game. They had shared drinks, even a toast just between the two of them. As the night went on the Captain kept looking over at Chakotay, smiling at him, hanging around him, and talking to him. She kept touching his arm, and B'Elanna swore that when Janeway had left, she touched Chakotay's chest and whispered something… he had been quick to follow her out of Sandrine's.

B'Elanna had left right after them; she could contain her jealousy no more. She kept thinking about the Maquis and all she and Chakotay had endured, in short, she'd never; ever felt so close to someone in her entire life. Chakotay was like her other half, she depended on his calmness, and yet since they had been on board Voyager, he had dropped her like a dirty sock. The first few days they still met in the mess hall, but now he ate with the Captain Janeway, at her table. So every day, B'Elanna sat with Starfleet Harry and that obnoxious pig Paris. They were fun at times, but she often found herself looking over at Chakotay, to see what he was doing, and every time she glanced behind her, she could see Captain Janeway laughing, smiling or gazing intently at Chakotay. Her blood boiled each time she saw them together, whether they were on the bridge or wherever… it didn't matter. She watched them turn the corner and watched as the doors to the mess hall swished open. They walked in together and she followed, hiding behind the counter. B'Elanna had never felt so juvenile; it was like she was fourteen and spying on her crush… They sat rather close to each other, the captain leaning in toward Chakotay as he talked about something or other. The captain laughed and so did Chakotay, but then B'Elanna could tell the conversation had gotten serious. She heard some bits of it… they were talking about her!

"I'm just worried that she feels alone, like I've abandoned her…"

"You haven't Chakotay" it was odd, B'Elanna had never heard the Captain use Chakotay's name.

"I don't want her to think that I like the Starfleet crew better than the Maquis, she is very touchy about Fleet you know Kathryn, I just want her to know that I'm still her friend and ally, not a traitor…" That statement effectively stunned B'Elanna even more; Chakotay had just called the Captain Kathryn. It had taken him months to call her B'Elanna, and he still referred to her as Torres. There was a great deal of intimacy between the two, like they had known each other for years. The captain kept touching Chakotay's shoulder and arm. Disgusted and feeling betrayed by her captain- both of them- she sulked out of the room, not caring if the two saw her.

There were certainly some days when she wanted to kill Captain Janeway, but she knew that she would get thrown in the brig… and by none other than Chakotay. His words screamed in her mind and she smacked her fist against the consul… "You've made this one rotten day for me Torres!" The Captain's head jolted up from her reading and looked at B'Elanna.

"Something wrong Lieutenant?"

"No Captain…"

"Glad to hear it, I like that consul very much you know…"

B'Elanna could have sworn she heard a snicker from Tom and a chuckle from Chakotay.