Title: A Native American Love Story
Author: Frida o MalinGenre: Romance/humor
Pairing: J/CRating: T (just in case for later chapters)
Disclaimer: We don't own it, Paramount do.
Summary: Set in the end of the fifth season, Chakotay has had his eyes on the beautiful Captain for quite some time now. More exactly, for five years. Tom Paris and Harry Kim finds out about this, and lock the couple up in a holodeck version of Chakotays home planet. Where they are forced to survive among wild animals while developing their feelings. Fussy and funny…
Disclaimer two: English is not our native (lol) language, just so you know… we are more used to writing in Swedish… pls. R&R. (even if you think it sucks… which you wont!) Have fun!
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"Happy birthday, Chak, my man!"
Chakotay squirmed in his bed. He was in the middle of the most crucial part of his dream. This was the part where he was going to save Her and become the hero. He always had this dream. It was always the same. But now. He could swear that he heard Tom Paris. His voice was very distant but it still pierced his dream like a sword. Little did he know that, bent over his bed, three inches away from his face, stood the extremely annoying blonde lieutenant that goes by the name of Tom Paris.
"By the name of the freaking ancestors. How on Cardassia did you get in here", Chakotay mumbled in his sleep. "You're not supposed to be in this dream. Get out. I have to save Her from the Cardassians."
Tom waved at young ensign Harry Kim, who was still standing by the door, afraid to disturb his commander at such an early hour, to come closer.
"Harry!", he whispered almost hysterically. "Come here. He's dreaming something."
Harry glanced at his commander in the bed and dared to take a couple of steps closer. Chakotay had now started to mumble and toss himself from side to side in the bed. Within seconds Harry's curiosity took over and they were now both standing with their ears three inches from commander Chakotay's mouth, trying to hear what he mumbled about. Who he mumbled about. Who was this woman that he so eagerly wanted to save from his sworn enemy? Though they both had a good hunch about who it might be, they still needed proof. And they didn't have to wait for long. Their commander had now stopped the tossing and turning and was now moaning a bit in his sleep. A big smile started to spread across his face and he shivered slightly with pleasure.
"Oh, Kathryn… Everything is alright now. I'm here…"
And with these words, Chakotay opened his eyes. He saw two ears. And screamed with fury.
"What in the name of ALL the mushroom soup in the universe! Thomas Eugene Paris! Get the out of my quarters! Or else I kill you with my father's old tomahawk! And, you. Harry? What has he gotten YOU in to? Get out both of you!"
Harry who was still dumbstruck was just standing there with a silly face. Kathryn? Janeway? My captain? Now they had all the proof they needed for their big surprise. Tom was a bit quicker and more used to getting himself out of trouble. He put on a big smile and picked up an invitation on a piece of paper and handed it to his commander.
"Well. We were just here to wish you a happy birthday, commander. And of course to present you with this" He said this in his most angellike voice. "It's an invitation to your birthday party that's planned for tonight. We planned it for weeks. It's going to be in old fashioned native American style. Hence the paper!"
Chakotay glanced down on the invitation, trying to avoid showing that he was actually very moved by the fact that they had replicated paper exclusively for him.
"Well, lieutenant Paris. I appreciate the geasture. But, for your information, a tree died just to make this piece of paper."
Tom Paris responded.
"Well, then I guess you'd better enjoy it! And don't forget the dress code. Bring that tomahawk of yours!"
With those words he grabbed the still dumbstruck Harry by the arm and dragged him out in the corridor. There he pulled the young chocked ensign aside and whispered in his most exited voice, the angellike tone long gone.
"Chakotay and Janeway? I told you so! Maybe we could get more use out of that holodeck program than we thought?"
And back in his quarters, Chakotay went back to sleep. He continued his dream, without knowing anything about that a conspiracy was taking place. Right before his eyes.
"Happy Birthday, commander Chakotay!"
Chakotay looked out over all of his friends, who was cheerfully beaming back at him.
"I baked this cake especially for you commander" Neelix said. He was wearing something that looked somewhat like a dead wolf, but it wasn't really… "I replicated forest mushrooms for it, that I know you like so much"
Chakotay looked down at the strange mix of blue frosting, cream and gigantic mushrooms.
"well, thank you mr. Neelix" said Chakotay and smiled back at the Talaxian crewmember. "But were you really supposed to put them on the cake?"
"I sure was commander" answered Neelix, "These mushies are in everything you can see on this table"
Chakotay looked around and all he could see, as far as food goes, was mushrooms. Then his eyes fell on something he liked even more then forest mushrooms. There she was. The woman of his dreams. Dressed in an native American dress that looked very similar to the ones the beautiful ladies from his home village used to wear. It was red, just as her uniform.
"Typical Kathryn" he thought and shook his head.
It was red like blood and slimmed so you could see her gorgeous curves. It had details on it that seemed to be made out of bear skin. She also wore a long necklace that looked like it contained the small shiny stones that used to cover the cliffs by the sea at his home village. And the spirits should know. He thought she was stunning. Then he shook this thought out of his head and went off to greet her.
"Hello Captain. I hope you like mushrooms, " he said and smiled down at her. "Neelix put them in to everything, I think he even made that wine you have there out of them!" He took a closer look at her wine glass that she had received at the door.
"Oh, that explains the taste of it," she responded, and handed over the glass to Chakotay, "I believe you would like this more than me, Commander."
She smiled back up at him. She thought that he looked so handsome in his costume, that she almost blushed just by looking at him. She stroke his sleeve with the back of her hand. "Did you replicate that for this occasion, or did you have it in a closet, down in cargobay two"
On a native american style wooden bench (also replicated for this occasion) in the darkest corner of the room sat Tom Paris and Harry Kim, whispering quietly.
"Okay, Harry. Have you made the modifications to the gift?"
Harry smiled like an earth child on christmas eve.
"Yes, I sure have. Everything is set for operation "love-on-holodeck-including-holodeck-shutdown!" His smile faded slightly. "But, Tom. Are you sure this is according to Starfleet regulations?"
Tom smiled back at his best friend.
"Well, I don't think that Starfleet have a regulation against locking the Captain and the First Officer in to the holodeck to make them fall in love. I actually don't think anyone has ever tried… but if they did, I bet they wouldn't like it" he finished with a Tom Paris grin.
This did not make young Harry feel more secure about what they were about to do, but frankly, he was really tired of seeing his Captain and Commander walking around flirting without it leading anywhere. He looked back at Tom, who was still grinning.
"Are you… sure about this crazy idea?"
Tom jumped up and started dragging Harry towards Chakotay and the Captain.
"Lets get this show on the road!"
