Disclaimer: I only wish Voyager was mine, but Paramount owns them and it is our duty to speculate what they don't see fit to reveal in the series, and are too lazy to make a movie. If only they would see it our way...
A/N: This story is pretty much explained in the title. It's rated 'T' for language, and I hope it doesn't bore you. Please read and review.
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Banned From Coffee Chapter 3 – Revelation
The turbolift doors closed in front of Janeway's face, instantly hiding the worried looks on the faces of her bridge officers. They all knew she wouldn't just take a leisure walk down to Engineering, and the comm system was still working, so something had to be up.
Yes, something's definitely up, Kathryn thought, as she sub-consciously told the computer her destination, sickbay. The Doctor is going to love this new piece of gossip to fly around the ship, but it's a pity he'll be sworn to secrecy.
The turbolift came to a stop and the doors opened to reveal the corridor outside of sickbay. Crew members bustled their way around, only acknowledging their commanding officer with a smile or quick nod of the head. It's fine that way, Kathryn thought again, returning the acknowledgments to the crew as they passed.
"Captain, what a pleasant surprise!" the Doctor exclaimed as she passed through the open doors. "Tell me, I struggle to get you here for a yearly physical and now you're here early. Are you sick?"
The Captain looked around sickbay to make sure it was empty, so no one would find out her little secret. "Doctor," she said in a small voice, "I think I'm pregnant."
The surprised EMH looked at Kathryn Janeway, then saw the downcast look on her face. "Kathryn, who's the father of your child?"
Kathryn Janeway looked down at the gray Starfleet-issue carpet and tears started to appear in her eyes, then raised her head to look into the holographic eyes of her Chief Medical Officer. He saw the sadness and confusion in her eyes, stepped forward and enveloped his arms around her shaking figure in the caring, understanding hug only a friend can give. The exhausted CO hugged her dear friend back, tossing protocols and care out the airlock, not stopping to think who could walk into the room at any time.
Finally, she broke the caring embrace and stepped back, wiping the tears from her eyes. "Well, Doctor, I only said think, I'm not entirely sure," Kathryn began, trailing off at the end.
"How about you take a seat on the biobed in the corner, I'll get a tricorder and keep this off my official log." The last part of what the physician said made the captain smile, her cheeks so bright the tears that were there a minute ago shined on her face, reflecting the true beauty hidden within.
"Does anyone else know?" he asked her quietly.
"Chakotay knows, of course he knows, the kid is his for crying out loud. And, other than you, I don't think anyone on this ship even knows what goes on between us behind closed doors," she had started ranting. "Do they?" The last question was aimed at he look on the Doctor's face. That expression gave the impression that there were only a few people who didn't know.
A look of realisation dawned on her face. Everyone knew. Everyone knew. Oh shit. She had to tell Chakotay. It wasn't a secret anymore. Oh shit.
