Chakotay dove down and tried to control his breathing. He was transported down to the planet's surface two hours ago and made his way to the Maquis rendezvous spot. Although it was only two kilometers away from where he was transported, the area was covered with Cardassian patrols, security grids, and natural barriers, such as cliffs and a mountain range.

After he finally made it to the site, he found the shuttle, with the pilot and two other Maquis members badly injured, possibly dead, inside. He moved the pilot out of the way, and carefully brought the shuttle out of the planet's atmosphere. Once he cleared the planet's defenses, he got out of there like a bat out of hell and made his way to the Maquis base.

As soon as he landed, he saw several people who he recognized from the file he'd been given to memorize approach the shuttle.

"I need medical help here," Chakotay shouted at them. He watched one of them sprint for a medical kit while the other one entered the shuttle and examined her injured comrades.

"What happened," B'Elanna asked as Seska entered with the Med Kit.

"We were ambushed," Chakotay said. "Somebody told the Cardassians we were coming. They started shooting as soon as we got close. I gave an order to retreat, and the next thing I knew we were separated. I looked for them but…"

"It's ok," B'Elanna said, "you did what you could."

"When I finally made it back to the shuttle I found them, like this…"

"They're dead," Seska said, closing the medical tri-corder she was holding.

"No they can't be," Chakotay said, forcing his voice to crack. These were, after all, supposed to be friends of his. "Scan them again!"

"Chakotay," B'Elanna said, putting a hand on his arm, "they're gone."

Chakotay sank down on the pilot's chair and said, "This is all my fault."

"No," Seska said, "it's the Cardassian's fault. They're the ones who killed them, not you."

"But if I hadn't pushed for this mission, this never would have happened."

"How were you supposed to know there'd be a spy that tipped off the Cardassians?"

Chakotay looked at Seska wondering how she could live with herself. He knew from what Derrick had told him that she was the spy, and that he should watch her after they all got stranded, although he wouldn't say why.

"You need to shake this off and move on," B'Elanna said.

"Yeah, there'll be plenty of opportunities to pay back the Cardassians for this," Seska said standing.

Chakotay sighed and said, "You're both right. I just need a sometime to myself to recover from this. I'll be fine by tomorrow."

"Alright," B'Elanna said with a concerned look on her face. "Do you need me to walk you back to your room?"

"Yeah, sure."

"I can come too," Seska said, quickly appearing at his side.

"No," Chakotay said, "they need to be buried. Could you take care of that?"

"Sure," she said, a hurt and angry look on her face.

After they had walked for a bit in silence, B'Elanna said, "She has a thing for you, you know."

"I know. I'm just not interested."

"Good luck," B'Elanna sighed. "You know how she doesn't take no for an answer."

Chakotay nodded and said, "Well, if she doesn't figure it out, you can kick her ass for me."

B'Elanna smirked and stopped outside Chakotay's room. "Let me know if you need anything." Chakotay gave a tight smile and nodded. Before the door to his room shut, B'Elanna added, "And when you're feeling up to it, someone new joined our group, a Vulcan."

"This should make things interesting," he said as the doors shut.

Chakotay took a look at his counterpart's room. There wasn't much there, just a bed, a shoddy looking replicator, and a bundle containing his prayer stones. He opened it up and examined them. They weren't too different from the ones his father had given to him. It shouldn't have surprised him that he was a descendent from the same tribe as Chakotay, but it did throw him a little.

He put the stones down and pulled out the communicator Derrick had given him, and after setting up a deflecting device so no one would detect him, he set up a comm. link with him.

"So I see you made it alive," Derrick said as soon as seeing Chakotay's face.

"So far they don't suspect anything, at least not that I can tell."

"I have a contact there who just informed me that no one is blaming you for the incident, right now, anyway. That could change, but for now you're in the clear. Seska's saying you do look different and you're acting strange, but it's being written off as just shell shock."

"Alright," Chakotay said. "I should probably go before someone catches on. I can probably expect random people showing up."

"Just remember: We may have been able to watch Kathryn, but you're on your own, so be careful."

"You got it," Chakotay said as he ended the link. He hid the devices among Chakotay's (now his) stuff, and then passed out from exhaustion.

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"I know I'm not at the top of your list, so could you please quit wasting my time and tell me what you want?"

"What is with Janeway women," Jenna asked, amused. "First Kathryn, then you… What makes you think I don't go out of my way to see you?"

"I just know you," Phoebe said. "Now seriously, what do you want?" Phoebe had been sitting in a coffee shop waiting for Kathryn when Jenna had unexpectedly shown up.

"I just wanted to see how you were doing," Jenna said sitting down. At Phoebe's glare, she laughed and added, "And to get an update on how things are going."

"I could have sent it to you later."

"But then I'd miss your smiling face and pleasant demeanor."

"Go to hell," she said sipping her coffee. "I have a hangover and you're not helping."

"I'll be quick then," Jenna said. "How's she doing emotionally?"

"Fine, the best I can tell."

"I remember you telling me the first week she was home she would say Chakotay's name in her sleep."

"Yeah, fortunately that stopped after the sixth month. Otherwise that'd be kind of awkward for Mark." After taking another sip, she asked, "Speaking of Chakotay how's he handling the engagement?"

"Fine," Jenna said looking around. She knew what was coming, and really didn't like the prospect of answering that question now.

"He's ok with Kathryn engaged to be married to someone else," Phoebe asked incredulously. "Was I hearing things the night we met?"

"No."

"Then how is he ok with this?"

"He knows something you don't," Jenna answered.

"What does he…," Phoebe suddenly stopped talking as a thought through her mind. "Is Mark going to die?"

"What," Jenna asked, surprised. "No, of course not! He's going to be fine."

"Then what could he possibly know?"

"You'll find out soon enough. Now, is there anything else I should know before I take off?"

"You should dye your hair black."

"Always the comedian…"

"Honestly, she seems fine," Phoebe said.

"Alright, but I want you to send me a transmission after your meeting with her," Jenna said standing.

"Why?"

"Because I know what she's going to tell you and I need to know how she's handling it."

"Alright, I'll watch her and let you know," Phoebe said as Jenna walked away.

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"So, Tuvok, have you ever dealt with a system like this before," Chakotay asked, giving Tuvok a tour of his ship.

"I have not. However, I believe that my time in Starfleet has given me sufficient knowledge to competently fulfill my duties."

"Alright, this'll be your station," Chakotay said. "Take some time to get acquainted with everything. If you have any questions, let me know." Tuvok raised and eyebrow and bowed slightly in agreement before sitting down at his new station.

Derrick watched from an overhang above the area where Chakotay's ship was docked at the Maquis base. When he communicated with Chakotay he referred to a contact on the base. What Chakotay didn't know was that Derrick was that contact.

He heard footsteps approach and stop next to him. He knew who it was; he just didn't feel like acknowledging her presence at the moment.

"So I see he made it through alive," Jenna said. When Derrick didn't say anything, she looked over and studied his profile. "You alright?"

"Fine. We should get going," he said turning and walking away.

"Ok, what'd I do," Jenna asked when she finally caught up to him.

"I don't know what you mean."

"Come on, Jack…"

"Derrick," he said turning and coming face to face with her. "My name is Derrick, not Jack. I did a favor for Chakotay, and to do it I had to call on a somewhat less the reputable source. I'm sorry, but I did what I had to and I'd do it again."

"Ok," Jenna said, one eyebrow raised in confusion.

"You want to follow the rules and stomp on people's hearts as you go, fine! But don't mock me because I have a heart and you don't."

Jenna waited for Derrick's breathing to even and asked, still with one eyebrow raised, "Where is this coming from?"

"Don't worry about it," Derrick said, turning to walk away when he felt Jenna grab his arm.

"Cut the bull shit and tell me what's wrong. I can't fix it if I don't know what's broken."

"You want to know what's wrong," Derrick almost shouted. "Fine. Two weeks ago I went to ask you to be my date for the Annual Christmas Formal, when I walked into the café to see you on top of Lt. Ryan, sucking his tongue out of his mouth."

Jenna raised her hands to rub at the tension headache that had suddenly appeared. "That would explain why you and Chakotay left so quickly."

"Since you obviously weren't interested in going with me I saw no reason to stick around."

"I was giving him CPR," she said.

"What?"

"Lt. Ryan passed out and had stopped breathing," Jenna repeated. "I was giving him CPR when you walked in."

"CPR?"

"You can check with Doc Robbins, he'll confirm it," Jenna said with a halfway amused look.

"I… wow… Jenna, I'm sorry…"

"And for the record, I wasn't mocking you. What you did for Chakotay showed a side of you I'd never seen before. I never wanted to forget it, or what you did, so I started calling you Jack. I'm sorry if you thought I was mocking you, because it's really just the opposite," she said as she started walking away.

Derrick just stood there with his jaw dropped and a deer in the headlights look.

After she walked a way a few feet, she turned around and said, "One more thing, I would have loved to have been your date for the Winter Formal."

Derrick stood there for a little bit longer until he finally made his way back to their shuttle.

He entered the shuttle to see Jenna sitting at the main console. "We've been given clearance to leave," Jenna said over her shoulder.

"I'm sorry I jumped to conclusions," Derrick said quietly. "I was so nervous and so worked up about asking you, my mind just went out of control. You can ask Chakotay, not only was I a basket case, I was an asshole."

"What's your authorization code to start the launch sequence?"

Derrick sighed and gave her his authorization code. He turned and headed for his quarters while he heard her tap out the sequence and the shuttle start taking off. He felt her grab his arm and turned to look at her.

"It's not all your fault," Jenna sighed, letting go of his arm. "Acting like an asshole and jumping to conclusions is all on you, but it happened as a result of my actions, or lack of. I don't open up to people and I don't let anyone in. I'm the person people hang out with so they can watch her make an ass out of herself as she makes fun of everyone. I don't have many friends because that would mean they could see who I really am. It's easier to just push everyone away with sarcasm than risk allowing someone to get close."

"Why are you telling me this," Derrick asked.

"Because you figured out who I really was without me knowing it. Not only that, but you've chosen to stay."

"What can I say? You're easy to read to me because you're just like me, only different."

"Hey, word games are my job."

"Sorry," he said. "I couldn't help it."

"I'll let it go for now, but if you start getting kicked out of sensitivity training sessions, I'm gonna kick your ass."

Derrick smirked and said, "I don't think I'd be able to carry it off like you could. How many have you been thrown out of now? Four?"

"Five," Jenna said with a sigh.

Derrick smirked, and then asked, "Can you do me a favor?"

"What's that?"

"Could you call me Jack?"

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After a minute, Jenna realized that everyone in the court room was staring at her.

"What?"

"So what happened after that," Phoebe asked.

"Never you mind that," Jenna said intentionally avoiding eye contact and blushing slightly. "Besides, I think we've gotten sidetracked. Isn't this supposed to be about Kathryn and Chakotay?"

"Cmdr. Garcia's right," Pellowa interrupted. "Could you please try to stay on topic?"

"Chakotay," Jenna said, "I think you can skip ahead to when you got caught by the Caretaker."

"Shouldn't we hear more about the build up," Nechavey asked from her seat.

"If it had any significance I would have asked him to recite the events," Jenna answered.

"Wow, that could have been considered civil," Phoebe commented.

"She asked a legitimate question," Jenna replied with a shrug, "therefore, I give an answer lacking all of my usual sarcasm."

"Amazing."

"Yea, I know," Jenna sighed. "By the way, you were right. I do look better with black hair."

"Told ya."

"Commander," Pellowa interrupted, her voice filled with warning.

"I'm sorry, your Honor," Jenna said. "Chakotay, if you could continue…"

"My ship was being chased by a Cardassian warship, so we led them to the Bad Lands…"

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A/N: The next chapter is going to start involving Voyager episodes, which has extremely excited me. Hope you all continue to enjoy my story. Don't forget to review and tell me what you think. If you have a problem with the story, I can't address it if I don't know what it is!