Author's Note: Now on a lighter note… This is from Kathryn's POV and contains some relationship fun! I think that for the most part I have always depicted JC as a serious relationship- but this time I wanted them to have some fun! I had a blast writing this- at least the later part. I was listening to some fun Irish music and just loved writing the dialogue between J&C! Enjoy! Thanks for the reviews on the last two in the series! I am already so much happier with this one (in regards to the second one!) Please R&R!!!

Captain's Personal Log. Stardate

After a few days I have decided to make an entry regarding Kes's passing. Her selfless death came as a blow to the crew, especially when we found out she had dramatically shortened our journey. I felt Kes's loss very deeply. As Neelix spoke about her at the funeral service, I couldn't fight the feeling that I was loosing a daughter. I suppose that Seven of Nine will somewhat fill the void left by Kes, and Neelix will tend to the plants Kes left behind, but I think, as does most of the crew, that we lost an invaluable member of our family. The past few weeks had been a real burden for Kes, and to watch her life ebb away was devastating, but I know that now, now she is at peace. She will be greatly missed.

Kathryn closed her log entry, running her fingers through her newly shortened hair. She had put off recording a personal entry regarding Kes's death for so long that speaking about it had rehashed the sadness she felt. A beep at her door startled her. It was 0600 hours, who would want to see her this early? Not that time is a relevant thing anyway she thought. She hadn't slept for so long that time, in the words of the Borg was irrelevant. She gave a stretch and in a yawn filled voice she muttered "Come in…"

A cheery voice greeted her. "Morning, Kathryn." She rolled her eyes.

"Chakotay, could you keep it down?"

"Why don't you turn on some light?"

"I have a headache." She was in no mood to socialize.

"I replicated breakfast" he spoke again.

"I'm not hungry."

"Stop being so grouchy."

"I'm not being grouchy."

"Computer, lights 100%" He could hear a disgruntled noise emanate from the Captain.

She looked up at him, eyes nearly squinted shut, shocked by the bright lights. As her eyes adjusted she could just about see his shocked expression. Oh God! She thought. I hope I remembered to dress after my shower. Her hand moved frantically down to her chest and discovered… nothing but uniform. She let out a relieved sigh. Regaining her composure she spoke:

"Something wrong Commander?"

"Your hair!" She raised one eyebrow and walked groggily over to the breakfast he had placed on the table. She lifted the napkin covering the platter.

"Bacon?" she was surprised. "I thought you were a vegetarian?"

"You cut it!" his voice reached a fevered pitch.

"Oo! Fresh fruit!"

"Why?"

"And waffles! How glorious!"
"Kathryn!"

"Thanks for the breakfast Chakotay, it looks fantastic!"

"Captain…"

She tried to mask her smile at his dismay as she grabbed to plates and began serving the food. "Commander, can I get you a drink? Coffee? Tea?"

"I can't believe all your hair is gone!" She snickered.

"Tea it is." As she turned toward the replicator he grabbed her arm.

"Kathryn…" his voice was serious, but his small smile betrayed him. "Your hair looks…" A long, auspicious silence engulfed the room as the Captain glared at him.

"Different… I mean good, no wonderful, umm, beautiful."

"Nice save." She smiled at him, and then broke into laughter.

"So really why did you cut it?"

"Too much maintenance."

"What maintenance? How long did it take you to make one of those twisty things?"
"A bun Commander?"

"Yes, if that's what you call it."

"Too long."

"What?"

"It took too long to make a bun. That's why I cut my hair."

His eyes narrowed as he looked at her. "Kathryn…" his voice warned.

"What Chakotay? You think I'm not serious?" she raised an eyebrow at him, popping a piece of pineapple into her mouth.

"No"

"Well I am." She shook her head and looked down at her waffle. She could feel his eyes upon her. "What?" Chakotay gazed at her quizzically, absent mindedly poking at his breakfast.

"I don't but it Kathryn."

"Try."

"I did, honest."

"Try harder Commander, that's an order." She smiled waving her fork at him.

"Are you threatening me with your fork?"

"Absolutely."

"Why Kathryn, I am so hurt!" She laughed at his feigned shock.

"Believe me Chakotay, a fork is the least of your problems…"

"What are you suggesting?"

"That I don't need a fork to intimidate, I could just slap you."

"What a turn on." She glared at him a flung a piece of fruit in his direction as her comm. badge beeped.

"Tuvok to Janeway"

"Go ahead."

"You're needed on the bridge ma'am."

"On my way." She picked up one last piece of fruit and chucked it at Chakotay as she left. "Let's go Commander. Don't want to be late." The door quickly shut behind her as Chakotay hurried to follow her.