~ Tuvok ~
The morning brought Tuvok on a search for his commanding officers. Their deserting of the crew for such an extended period of time faintly annoyed him. Both were extremely capable leaders and knew better than to leave their subordinates in a time of crisis. He pulled Lieutenant Torres aside.
"Lieutenant, I am leaving to go find the Captain and Commander. I trust you can handle the crew?" The Lieutenant looked behind her as people were rising from underneath there primitive shelter.
"Sure Tuvok." The Vulcan gave her a disapproving look as she walked away.
"Lieutenant," Torres, turned around, hand on her pregnant belly. "Please continue to refer to me as Commander. We are still maintaining a command structure." Lieutenant Torres gave him a flabbergasted look, and then walked away without comment. Making a mental note to remind the crew of the chain of command that they all served under, Tuvok headed away from the encampment.
Still dressed in his Starfleet uniform, Tuvok methodically went through the woods. A scrap of the Captain's garment was on the ground, prompting Tuvok to walk in that direction. He stopped as he came to the clearing where Voyager sat.
The morning sun, a fiery red, not much unlike the sun on Vulcan, bathed Voyager with its light, reflecting its scorching rays onto the ground. The once-mighty ship gleamed strongly, as if it still had something to prove.
And below it all was the captain and commander.
The captain's body was curved to fit the shape of the commander's own. His hand was resting lightly on her stomach, rising and falling rhythmically with their breathing. Apparently, both had fallen asleep her the previous night. Not wanting to disturb the command team, Tuvok retraced his steps through the woods and was met by Lieutenant Paris back in camp.
"So, Tuvok, did you find the Captain and Commander?" Irritated by the steady deterioration in respect, Tuvok drew a breath to clear his thoughts.
"Yes, Lieutenant, I did find them."
"Well, where are they?" Paris was looking around Tuvok, trying to find them.
"They are sleeping together. I trust you will not disturb them." Paris' lower jaw seemed to drop approximately 4.1 centimeters. Tuvok turned around and walked away.