Author's Note: Well here goes, I'll try to honor everyone's requests, a scene for the Doctor, a makeup scene, and some PT, so enjoy… I'll think we're coming to the end here…but I wanted to make all this fit b/w the first and second season, and I'm going to need to establish a reason besides protocol for no relationship b/w Janeway and Chakotay. I'm thinking that something will bring them very close, but then, oh I don't know! Hope I meet your expectations on this chapter. Thanks for all the reviews and don't forget to review this one! J

They had escaped the cloud of ships, but at a dire cost, one that she hadn't been willing to pay, and now as she sat beside him in sickbay, regretting even taking command of Voyager. He was lying there, so still, his eyes closed, his body so cold. Behind him there stood B'Elanna, tears cascading down her cheeks. She didn't know what to say, she just felt so stupid for letting him go.

Voyager was safe now they had escaped just as the Kazon and Viidian ships concentrated their fire on the shuttle. But the Commander and Harry hadn't been pulled out quick enough, and they both had suffered severe plasma burns, only Chakotay had been crushed by a falling beam, and now he lay there, dying, his vital signs growing weaker and weaker, as the doctor hurried around sickbay, trying his best to save the older man. Harry lay in his bed, alive and recovering and as she moved away from Chakotay to see Harry, she noticed a tear falling down Harry's cheek.

Harry sat up in his bed and stared out into space, just thinking about what had happened on the shuttle, his eyes closed as he remembered.

"Commander, we are approaching the Viidian and Kazon ships, they are encircling us."

"Good Harry, now, I'm going to use some evasive maneuvers, just be ready with those phasers. We just need to hold them off long enough so Voyager can get out of the cloud."

"Yes Sir."

And then the firing had begun, rapid, strong and sooner than they both knew, they were in serious danger.

"Sir, our shields are down to 23% and falling, sensors are offline, weapons are offline and life support has dropped to 65%."

"Looks like it's time to get out of here, wouldn't you think Ensign?" Harry had smiled and nodded his head.

"Chakotay to Voyager, two to beam up."

"Acknowledged Commander."

After a few seconds, they were still on the shuttle, and Harry began to get antsy.

"Kim to Transporter Room 3… what's going on there?"

"We're having trouble getting a lock on you, there seems to be heavy quantities of plasma, which is blocking us from getting a clear read on you…" Harry nearly died right there.  If they couldn't beam up, they were toast, literally. He wished he hadn't volunteered for this mission, even more now as he sat in sickbay. A spurt of plasma escaped and had burned him, and in his pain, he had not noticed that a piece of the shuttle began to fall toward him. The rest was a blur… Chakotay had pushed him out of the way, taking the hit, and Harry heard crunching sounds. Then a fire began, and as it began to engulf the Commander, Harry blacked out.

And now, he sat there, watching Chakotay die. And it was too much to bear. The man had given his life for him, and Harry felt incredibly guilty as he looked over at B'Elanna, Chakotay's best friend. She had buried her head in her hands and her body was shaking with sobs, as the Captain comforted the sobbing Engineer. The Captain looked no better, in fact she looked worse. Her eyes lingered on the Commander as the doctor attempted to save him. Her eyes were glazed over, tears brimming over, spilling onto her cheeks, but not a sound of grief escaped, not a word, she just looked dead. Harry hated himself for causing them both so much pain.

Tom looked over at Harry, and knew that the young man was suffering, he could see it in the way his forehead wrinkled and his eyes looked down at the floor. B'Elanna was sobbing, the Captain just stood next to Chakotay forlorn. He saw the Captain leave B'Elanna's side, and walk over to Harry, her face pale, her voice haggard and grief stricken. Tom couldn't even look at the Commander, he couldn't bear it. So instead he walked over to B'Elanna and put his arm around her. She fell into his arms and he stroked her back, whispering soothing words of comfort as he stared at the dying man that lay in front of them.

Time passed slowly in sickbay that day, and he thanked his creator that he was a hologram. He had been attending to regulars, when in came the Commander, who looked half dead. He was burned, bruised, bleeding externally and internally, and a few bones had decided to poke out of his skin, not to mention the punctured lung, broken legs and various other injuries that he grimaced just thinking about. He had tried to save him, and as the Commander laid there, vital signs weak, he wondered if he would be able too.

The Captain was still there, she had been sitting beside his bead for hours, hours after the last crew member had left, and hours after everyone had gone to bed. She was talking to him; he could see that much, but what she could possibly have been saying for the past four hours he really had no idea. As soon as everyone had left, she fell to the floor in sickbay and began to weep hysterically.  She was in bad shape, and it seemed to him that she was dying with him. Her eyes were bloodshot from crying, her skin a deathly pale, her hair fallen from its normal bun, she was a wreck. He had brought her coffee and dinner, but she hadn't eaten, she hadn't slept, and the Doctor hated to watch her like this. He felt awful that there was nothing more he could do, everyone would just have to wait.

Kathryn hated herself as looked at the sleeping Commander, his chest barley moving. She wished more than anything that she could apologize to him, for everything. He was always so right about her, and she knew in her heart that she loved that. He was always a shoulder to cry on, and now he needed her, and so she remained beside him, and would till he woke up. She kissed his hand and she began to cry, as she remembered the parties, the laughs the tears, as she remembered Chakotay. Her eyes began to close and as sleep claimed her she whispered "Oh my love, you promised we would make this journey together, don't leave me here. I can't live without you, you are part of me Chakotay, and without you…" she rested her head on his chest and fell asleep at last.

You and the world we knew will glow, till my life is through;
For you're part of me from this day on.
And someday if I should love, it's you I'll be dreaming of,
For you're all I'll see from this day on.
These hurried hours were all the life we could share.
Still, I will go with not a tear, just a prayer
That when we are far apart, you'll find something from your heart
Has gone! Gone with me from this day on.

This song is from Brigadoon.

I just might have to screw canon for this story, we'll see…