Author's Note: I must say I was particularly touched by the really nice reviews from everyone, even a non JC fan named Annara and KayB- thanks so much, I'm really glad you seem to like this story! Please keep reading and reviewing. And KayB- the only reason I update everyday is b/c I wake up very early to go run, and that's usually when I get my ideas. By the time I get back it's usually only 6:15 and no one else is awake, so I just type. I'm usually done by 7-ish. And now you all know my secret! Enjoy Seska's POV! Please R&R as usual!

The ship flew through the air as she sat calmly in his chair. She smiled smugly to herself. Everything was just working so perfectly. She finally had Voyager, she had Chakotay's son, and had everything going her way for once. The hunter had finally become the hunted. Janeway was gone, as good as dead on that planet. There was no way that little, insignificant woman could survive without her precious technology. She surveyed the bridge, and noted everyone's positions- Maj in the Captain's chair, she in Chakotay's.

She snickered as she thought of him, that weak little Indian, stuck there on the planet. Chakotay couldn't even start a fire let alone do any other "Indian" thing, but tell stories, that pathetic, insufferable man. How she loathed him, how she wished him, so much more than the others, to die. She had loved him, when she wasn't supposed to, wasn't allowed to, when others got in the way. She would have given her life for him, but now, she saw it most fitting that he should die with the woman he had abandoned her for.

She had seen the way she stood up to Maj, the way her insolence had been her downfall. Seska remembered the elated feeling she got as Maj backhanded the Captain. She didn't fall to the ground though, much to Seska's dismay. No, she went and fell perfectly into Chakotay's arms. She fit so perfectly in his arms, he held her so gently, and it made Seska boil with rage. He didn't care about her, or his son, only for that stupid, vindictive little red head. But now, now the tables had turned. They would die, all of them, and she thought it a most fitting end.

As she sat calmly in his chair, her thoughts wandered back to the last time they had been together, actually together.

"Where are you going Chakotay?"

"I have bridge duty"

"No, I checked the assignments, you are off duty…"

"I'm meeting the Captain, she said she had something to discuss with me."  She recalled the conversation becoming very heated from that point on and rightly so, she thought to herself.

"You're meeting her again Chakotay? Why?"
 "To go over reports, there's no need to get all riled up about it."

"No need to get riled up? Do you realize that we have not spent any time together? Every time you or I are off duty, you are running off to join the Captain" the sneer in her voice was evident as she spoke of the Captain. "I'm so tired of this game Chakotay"

"There is no game Seska…"

"I've seen the way you look at her. It's disgusting, your eyes bug out of your head. You are always looking at her. The smiles and glances you through her way are enough to make even the toughest Klingon sick!"

"I'm not…"

"Look, I'm just going to ask you this once, are you in love with her?"

"No." She felt her anger explode; she couldn't take it any more.

"You LIAR! You've been in love with her since the day we came aboard the ship, even the god damn Vulcan can see that." She had thrown the vase that sat on the table right at his head, only missing by a few centimeters. They hadn't spoken since then.

And so it seemed only fitting now that he should die with her, a slow agonizing, painful death. After all, she could think of a more fitting end for the Indian and his Captain.