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AN: Ah, hell. Here goes…
Sunrise: Is this the chapter where the guys make the mistake of turning the girls' coffee into decaf?
Beloved: (whomping Sunrise over head) SHHH! We weren't supposed to tell! This is the one where Chakotay accidentally scares his obsessive wife and friend.
Sunrise: (whomping Beloved back) I can think of someone else who can be described as 'obsessive'.
Beloved: SHUT UP!
Sunrise: I'm not sorry.
Beloved: Apology accepted—WAIT! What! Hey that's not—
Sunrise: (stuffs pillow over Beloved's face) Ah, the peace and quiet.
Beloved: (screeching) EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEE!
Sunrise: Or relative quiet, at least.
Beloved: OILUG KJlb ljrfj dsfo lLgh bdfl LISh jsdhf iSLS (Sunrise lifts pillow momentarily) P'TAQ!
Sunrise: (replaces pillow over Beloved's head) Where did she learn how to speak Klingon, anyway? (lifts pillow again)
Beloved: GO TO GRE'THOR YOU GODDAMNED P'TAQ!
Sunrise: (quickly puts pillow back over Beloved's face) Geez. What got into her gagh and blood pie? (much louder) SHUT UP or I will sit on your face!
Beloved: (as Sunrise briefly lifts the pillow again) No you won't!
Sunrise: (in deadly tone) Don't try me.
THINGS GONE AWRY IN THE UNIVERSE—PAST, PRESENT, AND FUTURE
Chapter 12 – Armed and Dangerous
Kathryn and Sara sat on either side of the dining table in the Janeways' quarters, their elbows propped up on the flat surface and their chins resting on their fists. Both were staring dreamily at the steaming mug of coffee that sat in the center of the table. Together, they inhaled the wonderful aroma of the forbidden liquid, their eyes drifting closed. It had been so long since they'd been able to taste the delightful elixir -- four months, three weeks, and six days, to be precise. And, yes, they were most definitely deeply on the small bliss of smelling their favorite drink, they did not notice the man coming out of the bedroom, his uniform jacket draped over his arm.
"I hope you're not planning on drinking that," he said, raising an eyebrow at the peculiar expressions on their faces. Caught off guard, both women's eyes popped open as they let out simultaneous little screams. Despite their advanced pregnancies, they leapt from their seats with a speed and grace that he had to admire. Before he could blink, he had two weapons of equal deadliness—a handheld phaser and the sword portion of the Witchblade—aimed directly at his chest. Both were quickly lowered as the very dangerous—er, very pregnant—women behind them recognized him.
Kathryn spoke first. "Chakotay!"
"You scared us half to death!" Sara added, the sword instantly disappearing from sight as her alarm faded.
"Like I said, I hope you're not planning on drinking that," he repeated, nodding towards the still-steaming cup of coffee.
"No," they said together, a bit of sadness tingeing their voices.
"We replicated it for you, and we just couldn't resist smelling it, and then…" she trailed off, looking wistfully at the mug of dark liquid. Chakotay looked at the expression on her face, and just chuckled.
Kathryn crossed her arms over her chest, resting them on her round belly, and stared at him hard. Sara's stance and expression matched hers. Chakotay, seeing that he was outnumbered, backed away, pulling his jacket on and grabbing the coffee from the table before leaving as quickly as he could.
The two women looked at each other and shrugged.