Author's Note: I got tired of this clogging up my folder in Microsoft word so I decided to finish it. And since my life hasn't been altogether cheery lately I have decided to just write and see what happens. Plus I want to get back to reading Pathways by Jeri Taylor. Sorry for the terse note, things at home have been really rough lately. Hope you like this anyway. Please leave me a nice review and make me feel better! I hope this isn't to anticlimactic.

The morning had come. And they found themselves back where they had begun, on the beach, upon the sand, back on Voyager. The Captain awoke from under her desk, smacking her head on the table harder than before. It had all happened so quickly. The execution, her rather desperate ploy to save Chakotay and the final defeat of Q Junior by his father in a most epic and spectacularly frightening duel. She rubbed the back of her head as she sat back in her chair in her ready room, turning on her monitor and beginning to speak.

"Captain's Personal Log, Stardate I have no clue. It seems that Q Junior is finally out of our hair, namely mine and Chakotay's. He dropped us into some sort of Elizabethan scenario, making me the queen and Chakotay her famous love Robert Dudley. It was a rather interesting simulation or execution game as he seemed to think. He even threw in Amy Dudley for kicks. Up until I think what was yesterday, the simulation was going as normal as a game for any Q goes. At least we were all still alive. That was until he had Chakotay taken to the Tower and locked up. He was supposed to be executed yesterday morning, but in all my glory and queenly power, I had run with twenty pounds of clothing to the Tower of London and in a most foolhardy way, threw myself on top of him. Of course as I soon found out that wasn't enough to stop an omnipotent being, and I was thrown across the room, hogtied and thrown into a little cell with Tom and B'Elanna."

"And so, there we stayed, all rather convinced Chakotay was going to die. The game had obviously become another one, a game of death. It was as he axe was being lifted that Q had stepped in, and reprimanded his son. They fought- argued at least- until Q Junior threw a flash of lighting- or something like that- at his father. And as they dueled, Chakotay had escaped and we were freed. As Q Junior lay dying- for his irresponsible actions, he looked up at me, Chakotay, Tom and B'Elanna and just laughed a most diabolical laugh. I'm sure Starfleet will have a field day with this entry. I haven't lost my mind, I promise, not yet at least."

"There was one more thing, a matter of pressing concern for me. I noticed that through out the entire simulation- if I can call it that- Commander Chakotay and I seemed to grow unusually close. And I can't help but wonder if he is still in love with me after all this time and if I'm in love with him and have been all along? I suppose that question will be answered another time, because I have to resume duty tomorrow. So much for shore leave. Janeway out."

She left her ready room, rubbing her eyes. As she entered her quarters, she flopped right onto her couch and was ready for sleep to claim her, uniform and all. Taking off her comm. she placed it on the table next to her. Just in case anyone needed her, but she'd kill them if they woke her.  She heard her comm. badge beep at her and she groaned.

"Chakotay to Janeway."

"Janeway here Commander…"

"Kathryn I think we need to talk."

"I agree Commander."

"Meet me on the holodeck?"

"Why don't you come to my quarters Chakotay?"

"If you want…"

"I do."

"I'll be right there, Chakotay out."

The door swished open as he walked in. She rose from her spot on the couch, and nearly ran to him. She grabbed him a fierce, loving embrace, and as his arms wrapped around her, she smiled, knowing she was home at last, and it didn't matter what century or place she was in, she had what she'd always wanted at last in her arms.

I don't love you as if you were the salt-rose, topaz
or arrow of carnations that propagate fire:
I love you as certain dark things are loved,
secretly, between the shadow and the soul.
I love you as the plant that doesn't bloom and carries
hidden within itself the light of those flowers,
and thanks to your love, darkly in my body
lives the dense fragrance that rises from the earth.

I love you without knowing how, or when, or from where,
I love you simply, without problems or pride:
I love you in this way because I don't know any other way of loving

but this, in which there is no I or you,
so intimate that your hand upon my chest is my hand,
so intimate that when I fall asleep it is your eyes that close.

- Pablo Neurda

I just love this poem! And this author- check him out he's fantastic!