This story is set to take place shortly after "Scientific Method" and before "Year of Hell." This is only the beginning, although I am not sure how long it will be. I apologize for any errors on my part (technology). While I do my best to research, I know that there are bound to be mistakes. So before we start, I must add that I do not own Voyager. Have fun and leave me some feedback.

**Janeway POV**

Kathryn Janeway wasn't normally the kind of person to swear at technology, but this was a special circumstance.

Upon arriving back at her quarters, she needed a cup of coffee and frankly she deserved one. It had been a mess onboard voyager. Practically every crew member had to be treated by the doctor. It's a good thing that the doctor didn't need sleep otherwise, she would still be in sickbay waiting.

"Coffee, black," she ordered.

Nothing happened. Sighing, she contemplated going to another replicator. No, she said to herself, Its probably just a simple problem. I will just fix it myself and then have my coffee.

Ten minutes later she had the main system mostly extracted from the wall but one of the cables was caught on something and wouldn't come free.

"Why didn't I just go to the mess hall?" she asked herself.

Oh well, she thought. Looking around, she saw the table nearby and pushed it up in front of the replicator. Climbing onto the table, she looked up through the back of the replicator looking for the obstruction.

The cable was caught on a piece of jagged metal that appeared to be sticking through the wall on behind the replicator. In fact it had sliced the cable and was most likely the reason that the replicator was not working in the first place.

Realizing that she would need more equipment to repair the cable, she tried to retreat from the wall but stopped when she felt a sharp tug on her hair.

Reaching up to free her hair she found that there was another piece of the jagged metal poking through the wall, and now she was caught on it.

"Damn", she practically yelled, after trying to free herself for several minutes. In fact, her efforts had only made it worse. She could barely move at all now.

Sighing in defeat, she realized that her only option was to call for assistance. It was obvious that the only person she would even consider asking for help was Chakotay.

Chakotay had been a very good friend these 4 long years. Although it was somewhat embarrassing to be defeated by a replicator, Chakotay typically understood her better than anyone else on Voyager. Perhaps he knew her too well.

Kathryn knew that Chakotay would do whatever she asked, and sometimes that was almost too much of a temptation. While they had never explicitly talked about their relationship before, Chakotay understood that friendship with some casual flirting was the only option while they were lost in the Delta Quadrant.

While she couldn't or wouldn't admit the true extent of her feelings for Chakotay, she almost wished that he would challenge her decision. She knew the rules and she obeyed the rules as much as a Starfleet Captain can, but oh how she wished that she could be persuaded to ignore some of the rules.

A sharp yank brought her back to reality as she tried to sit down.

Tapping her comm. badge she said, "Janeway to Chakotay."

**Chakotay POV**

Chakotay was just returning to his quarters after being cleared by the doctor. It had been a long day and he was ready to talk to his spirit guide and then get some rest.

"Janeway to Chakotay"

Now what he thought turning around and heading back towards the bridge anticipating bad news as he answered "Chakotay here."

"Commander, have you been cleared by the doctor?' she asked.

He realized that this was her subtle way to deduce his location, without outright asking.

He also noticed that her voice sounded a bit muffled through the comm system,

He answered, "Yes Captain, I have just returned to my quarters."

He waited then, knowing that there was a point to this questioning, but there was no reply.

Minutes later, Kathryn Janeway came back on the comm. system, "Comander…please report to the captain's quarters."

Grabbing his phaser from the shelf, he quickly walked into the corridor and down to her door. Mentally preparing himself before pressing the button.

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