She didn't really know them, she supposed that was the curse of being stuck in the transporter room all day, every day, recalibrating stupid things that barley malfunctioned. She had seen them before, always arguing and fighting in the halls, she'd even sworn she'd seen the Klingon take a swing at the really cute blond. (Hell, if they were going to be stuck on the ship for seventy-five years she could at least dream…)But she had started to wonder just what was going on between the two very different people. Her mother always told her that opposites attract, but these two were so opposite that if they lived together, she knew one of them, probably the blond boy would find himself with an awful lot of bruises.
The only problem with that theory was what she saw yesterday, which she really couldn't believe. She had been walking back to her quarters that night after a game of hoverball with Harry Kim. She had left Harry on the holodeck, because he had still wanted to exercise, but she had been exhausted. As she walked back to her quarters she saw a perplexing scene. There was the first officer of the ship with his arm stoking the Captain's as she looked about to cry… it was odd to say the least. She'd never actually thought they interacted. She actually thought they were enemies. But she guessed that was because all she did was stand in a small room surrounded by transporters and flashing consuls all day. So it quickly became apparent to her that the Captain and Commander were indeed not enemies at all. In fact they somewhat resembled friends. She was confused as she approached her quarters, but became even more mixed up when she walked around the corner.
There in the corridor was the cute blond, and the Klingon. She didn't know their names, but she did know Harry ate breakfast with them each morning, and what she saw before her was certainly not how they acted at breakfast. The pair that normally did nothing but fight were locked in an embrace as she could see the Klingon's body heaving with sobs. She slowed her walk and strained to hear what the woman was saying. All she could make out was a series of disjointed words. "Captain, Chakotay, hurts, angry…" After walking past the pair, she quickly sped up and decided it was time to get some sleep. She wanted to be up nice and early to talk to Harry, to tell him what she'd seen. The Captain being comforted by the Commander, the Klingon hugging the blond who was apparently her worst enemy… The ship was really going utterly and completely insane. But at least gave her something to do