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.

Banned From Coffee Chapter 5 – Comforting Thoughts

Oh shit was the first thought that rang through Captain Kathryn Janeway's mind as she exited the turbolift onto the Bridge.

"Report!" she barked, ensuring her captain's mask was firmly in place, all emotions suppressed, for the moment.

A rush of voices flooded the Bridge, system reports, shield strength, damage reports and enemy statistics overcoming her mind at once.

"Stop!" she screeched, and the room immediately became silent. "One at a time, please. Ops," she said, looking straight at Harry

"Shields at 74 per cent and falling. Damage reports coming in from all decks, no casualties yet, but minor injuries have been reported."

"Tactical, Mr Tuvok."

"Aye, Captain. There is an unknown vessel off our starboard side, one off our port nacelle and three directly ahead. All attempts to hail them have been ignored, they fired without provocation and are currently all armed and waiting for our next move."

"Thank you, Tuvok. Mr Paris," she called.

"Yes, ma'am."

"On my mark, can you get us out of here on a heading on 437 mark 62, Warp 6."

"Yes, ma'am."

"Good. Mr Tuvok, can you transmit this message over all frequencies. Let's see if we get a response this time."

"Yes, Captain."

"All fight, open hailing frequencies."

"Hailing frequencies open, Captain."

"Attention alien vessel, this is Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager. We mean you no harm, can you tell us why you fired without any provocation, please?" she looked at Tuvok, and he nodded at her, signalling the message had been sent and received.

"Let's see what they do next. Mr Paris, are you ready?"

The man at the Helm turned in his chair to look his CO in the eye. "Yes, ma'am," he replied. "Oh and Captain?" he asked. When she looked at him again, he said, "You have our full support, not only as our captain, but as our friend."

The rest of the bridge looked at both Tom Paris and Captain Janeway when he said that. Kathryn was about to respond, but was saved by an alarm beeping at Tactical.

"Captain, no response from the lead vessel, they are powering weapons."

"OK everyone, shields up, Mr Paris, lets go!"

"Aye, Captain, Warp 6, heading 437 mark 62, now!"

And with that, a major crisis was averted, the crew survived without a battle and the Captain still hadn't told everyone.

"Senior staff, there will be a meeting in the briefing room in 10 minutes," she said to her crew, then exited the Bridge and entered her ready room.

She sat down on the couch underneath the large window, sipping a cup of tea, since the replicators were programmed to not allow her any coffee. She kept thinking about the tiny growth in her belly, the one that would become a baby, a baby for her and Chakotay, a baby to contribute to the crew compliment, increase morale and... the door chime interrupted her train of thought. "Come," she called absent-mindedly.

The door opened and her Chief Engineer, Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres, walked into her sanctum, 18-month-old Miral Paris on her hip.

"Hello, B'Elanna," she said softly, knowing she had brought Miral for a reason.

"Kathryn, everyone on this ship knows that you and Chakotay have been dating for months now, here, can you hold Miral for a minute?"

She handed over the toddler to her Godmother, and sat down next to the pair underneath the starry sight outside. Miral snuggled up in Kathryn's comforting arms, soothing her troubled soul, calming her nerves and anxiety.

"Kathryn, I know you're pregnant," B'Elanna received a harsh look for that statement. "Kathryn, I haven't told anyone, but only someone who has been pregnant would know that. You're glowing, your skin is radiating, it's hard not to notice."

"B'Elanna, I don't know what to do. I'm the Captain, we're not married, and I've been restricted from drinking coffee! What will the crew think if I'm a crabby, pregnant woman trying to get everyone home!" She once again started crying, her sobs waking Miral, prompting both her and her mother to comfort a woman they had grown to love.

The trio sat in the ready room together for the next 10 minutes until Kathryn realised she had called a meeting.

Together, they rose from the couch, exited the ready room, crossed the bridge and entered the briefing room, ready to tell everyone else about the miracle that had been created.