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Code: G
Summary: Drabble written in honor of RB's birthday.
"You can't be serious!"
He merely shrugged.
Hands on hips, she glared at him. "Fine, you asked for it." She strode out of her ready room to her chair, climbed onto it, and sang 'Happy Birthday to You'. Loudly, and slightly off-key.
The bridge crew stared wide-eyed as Janeway scowled at Chakotay. "There. Happy now?"
Standing before her, Chakotay uncharacteristically had to look up at her. "Almost. I asked you a question, Kathryn."
She sighed. "It's time, isn't it?"
With a smile, he held out his arms.
"Will you catch me?" she asked.
"Always."
Without further hesitation, Kathryn finally jumped.
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Code: PG
Summary: Double drabble sequel to Taking the Plunge.
Her feet were off the floor, their faces inches apart.
Without looking away, Chakotay spoke. "Tuvok, feel like performing a wedding?"
"I would be honored, Commander. However, only captains have that privilege."
Chakotay crooked a Vulcan-like eyebrow. "Kathryn?"
Never turning her head, she declared, "Computer, instate Commander Tuvok as Acting-Captain until further notice. Authorization Janeway pi-Alpha47."
"Authorization complete."
"Okay, Captain Tuvok, get on with it," Kathryn ordered.
"Captain, do you not desire time to prepare?"
"I'm sure you've noticed I don't have much luck with fiancés. Let's do it. NOW."
"As you wish. Chakotay, do you take this woman as your wife?"
Chakotay's grin grew wider, his eyes never wavering from Kathryn's. "I most certainly do."
"Kathryn Janeway, do you take this man as your husband?"
"You betcha."
Slight pause. "I'll take that as affirmative. By the authority invested in me, I pronounce you husband and wife. According to your Human customs you may now-"
Chakotay's lips were already glued to Kathryn's. Stumbling slightly, he maneuvered them to the lift. Kathryn's hand flailed until she hit the button, and they surged through the doors.
The bridge was silent until Harry commented, "Did you notice her feet never touched the deck?"
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Code: PG13
Summary: Drabble sequel to Staying Afloat
Chakotay lay face down on the bed, Kathryn straddling his hips. Her small hands kneaded and smoothed the taut muscles.
"When we get back, Mom will want us to have a formal wedding."
"Mm-hmm."
Thumbs slid along his spine. "She'll expect me to wear her wedding dress."
"Mm-hmm."
"Actually, it's Great-Grandma's."
"Mm-hmm."
Sitting back on his buttocks, she rotated her fists in his low back, right at the dimples. "She'll probably invite the entire city."
"Mm-hmm."
Pause. "I've decided to dye my hair green."
Suddenly she was on her back, Chakotay frowning intently at her. "Over my dead body, woman."
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Code: PG
Summary: Drabble sequel to Back Stroke.
"It's nice the crew gave us four days of holodeck time for our honeymoon." Kathryn glanced at her husband reclining on a chaise lounge, feet propped on the cottage railing.
"Definitely. It's also nice the DQ aliens took a holiday too."
"That was helped by Tuvok parking Voyager in a nebula." Kathryn's gaze slid over the length of Chakotay's legs. Firmly muscled, they were a delectable sight. He was long in leg, long in body, and long in arms.
As though on cue, Chakotay arched his back and stretched. Arms touched the cabin wall while feet now dangled past the verandah railing. "I suspect beneath that unemotional Vulcan exterior, beats the heart of a romantic."
"Could be. He does cultivate orchids." Since Chakotay's eyes were closed, Kathryn openly ogled him in his bathing-trunks. He was a big man and in excellent shape.
"Like what you see?"
Caught.
With her Starfleet training, she regrouped quickly. "I was thinking that old saying is true."
"Which saying is that?"
"About big hands and big feet meaning a big-"
"Kathryn! I'm surprised at you." His smirk was teasing.
She regarded him guilelessly. "I was going to say big nose, Chakotay. What were you thinking?"
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Code: PG
Summary: Double drabble sequel to Olympic-Sized Pool
Out of bed, Chakotay headed for the shower.
"Not so fast, buster! I go first."
Exasperated, he sighed. "Kathryn, I'm faster than you. Why do you have to go first?"
"Because that way you can make coffee and breakfast," she tossed over her shoulder.
"What did your last slave die of?" he retorted stonily.
Sudden stillness told him he'd hit a nerve. "I'm sorry, Kathryn, I-"
"S'okay." She ducked quickly into the shower.
Damn. He knew how her first fiancé and father had died. Talk about verbal clumsiness. When Kathryn emerged, he handed her a mug. "Pax? I'm really sorry."
"I know." She sipped her favorite brew. "Despite the years, that memory still hurts."
He nodded. "I have a few of those myself."
Her hand on his chest. "Chakotay, I apologize for being so overbearing. Pax?"
"I think a peace offering is required," he teased.
"Really?" she purred. "How's this?" And dropped her towel.
Eyes bugging. "Mighty fine, oh yes indeedy. However, as tempting as this is, it's our first day back and…" Chakotay couldn't look away.
She sighed. "You're right. We need to relieve Acting-Captain Tuvok before the crew thinks we're redundant."
"We'd be jobless."
Pause. Then simultaneously, "Nah."
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Code: PG
Summary: Double drabble sequel to Water Fight
"What's the worst that can happen? Tuvok be appointed captain permanently?"
Kathryn straightened her jacket. "If that's supposed to be comforting, it's not cutting it. Let's do it."
They entered Astrometrics, nodded to Seven.
"The link is establishing now," she informed them.
Kathryn didn't turn as she spoke. "You're dismissed, Seven."
The doors hissed open and shut just as the screen fluttered to life. Chakotay squeezed her hand once and released it.
Admirals Paris, Hayes, and Nechayev faced the screen. Paris spoke. "Well, Kathryn, we're here as requested in the last datastream. Everything alright?"
"Admirals, I'm informing you Commander Chakotay and I are married."
Subtle as ever, Chakotay thought.
Three admirals' jaws dropped. Hayes gasped, "Married? As in-"
"Married," Kathryn confirmed.
Admiral Paris spluttered, "Captain, I'm very disappointed. You were my brightest protégée."
From the corner of his eye, Chakotay saw Kathryn's jaw tighten.
"What the hell took you so long?"
Command team's jaws dropped. "S-sir?" Kathryn stammered.
Three admirals' faces were beaming. "Congratulations you two! Commander, why now?"
Chakotay cleared his throat. "It was my birthday, so I asked."
"Excellent, excellent. As a wedding present from us, Alynna, explain to the newlyweds the modifications we've managed on their slipstream."
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Disclaimer: Voyager, Paramount - you know.
Code: G
Summary: Drabble sequel to Sink or Swim
The mess hall was crowded, so they joined Carey and Ashmore.
"You're very quiet Captain. Everything alright?" Chakotay asked.
"Starfleet's modifications will get us home in fourteen months. I'm considering whether to get a dog again," she replied.
"I'm a cat person myself," Chakotay said.
"What! You never said you like cats!" she blustered.
"Not plural. Single cat. Only this cat isn't single any more."
"Not single? I don't-oh." Tiny grin. "They're very different. Can a dog and cat actually get along?"
"We manage just fine."
They smiled blissfully at each other.
Carey rolled his eyes at Ashmore. "Newlyweds."
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Code: PG
Summary: Triple drabble addition to In the Middle of the Sea. I know it's a little long, but you try doing an action/adventure in under 300 words!
The attacking alien ships were huge and powerful, but slow. Voyager's shuttles, including the Flyer, darted around the lumbering giants.
Ayala manned tactical after Tuvok beamed to Sickbay "Shields at 53%.
Janeway stood, arms akimbo. "Status, Mr. Kim?"
"One ship disabled, three intact. Scanners show reinforcements minutes away. No response to our hails."
"Typical," she muttered.
"Captain, lead vessel powering weapons," Ayala called.
"Commander, evasive maneuvers!" Janeway ordered.
At helm, Chakotay shouted, "Hang on, everyone!" The ship rose straight up, rolled end-over-end to land behind the attacking vessel. The alien's shot exploded one of their own ships.
"Ayala, fire aft torpedoes," Janeway ordered.
"Torpedoes away," the lieutenant replied. "Direct hit. Target's weapons are off-line."
"Torres," Janeway called, "I need warp drive back; company's coming."
Carey responded, "Lieutenant Torres was beamed to Sickbay. You'll have warp in two minutes."
"Make it sooner, Lieutenant."
"Captain, the Flyer landed a shot in the aft manifold of one ship. It's going to blow soon," Kim stated.
"Talk about 'up yours'," Chakotay commented.
"Engineering, I need warp NOW," Janeway called.
"Done! You have warp three."
"Good enough. Chakotay, let's move it. Kim, recall the shuttles to rendezvous with us."
Voyager spun on a dime, soaring away.
"Good work everyone," Janeway said.
A short while later, Paris reported to the bridge. "Who was at the con during the battle?"
"Me. Why?" Chakotay replied.
"Because I need to shake your hand. I've seen the Archimedes Maneuver performed only once before. That was pretty fancy flying." Paris released Chakotay's hand, clapping him on the shoulder.
Janeway smiled. "Maybe you missed your calling, Commander."
"No. If I were a pilot, I wouldn't be sitting beside you."
She stroked his jacket sleeve. "We do make a good team, don't we?"
He grinned. "The very best."
Ayala muttered to himself, "Newlyweds."
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Code: PG
Summary: Drabble sequel to Synchronized Swimming
For Miz. ;)
Kathryn smiled ruefully. "Not how I expected to spend our first anniversary."
"Me neither."
"Disappointed?"
"On the contrary, very happy. Most especially that you're alright." He kissed her hand. "Doc says you can come home tomorrow."
"Thank goodness for that! I'm-OUCH!"
Chakotay leaned forward. "Sekaya Phoebe Janeway, it's not nice to bite the breast that feeds you." He ran a finger over the small downy head, then stroked the satiny-smoothness of Kathryn's engorged breast.
A gentle kiss for the latest woman in his life, a more lingering one for his tired wife. "Second best birthday present I ever got."
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Disclaimer: Voyager - Paramount - enough said.
Code: PG
Summary: Drabble sequel to Breaststroke
Chakotay was totally, completely, mind-numbingly exhausted. Staggering into their quarters, he dropped onto the couch and leaned his head back.
"Hard day at the office?"
Kathryn stood before him, Sekaya in her arms.
"Reports, requisitions, B'Elanna's demands, Seven's arrogance. Don't know how you do it." He scrubbed his eyes with his fists. "It's overwhelming."
She sat, handing over his daughter. "Miss me?"
"Desperately. In many ways." He leaned across to kiss her.
"Well, today's your lucky day, big fella. Doc says I can return to duty tomorrow and also, we can start having sex again."
Suddenly he wasn't tired anymore.
The End
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Code: G
Summary: Drabble sequel to Drowning
"Captain, Commander. I trust your evening at Sandrine's was enjoyable?"
Kathryn smiled. "It was, Tuvok. Thank you for looking after Sekaya again. I know with your experience she's in good hands."
"It is my honor. Sekaya is a peaceful child."
At the lift, Chakotay grumbled, "He couldn't possibly admit he enjoys it."
"Of course not."
"Tell me the real reason you like Tuvok babysitting so often."
"I know he misses his children and grandchildren, so it's an outlet for him. Plus, look at her."
They gazed at the sleeping infant.
"He reads her Vulcan poetry, doesn't he?" Chakotay stated.
"Uh-huh."
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Code: PG
Summary: Double drabble sequel to Treading Water Carefully
After exiting the latest slip stream jump, a new data file of messages poured in. Chakotay received a letter from his sister Sekaya, who was anticipating meeting her little name-sake. A hail from the captain requested his presence in the ready room, and the moment he stepped through the doors, her serious expression told him there was trouble.
"Chakotay, come listen to this."
Admiral Hendricks appeared on her monitor. At first the message was general, but soon veered to queries about security, and what problems existed with the Maquis.
Kathryn paused the message, a worried look on her face. "What the hell is going on? There's no Maquis here - just Voyager's crew."
Chakotay frowned. "Maybe there's been fallout from the war at home we don't know about."
She placed her hand on his chest. "Chakotay, I swear I'll never let them prosecute the former-Maquis."
He took her hand, kissed the palm. "There has to be some explanation. When was this message sent?"
Kathryn tapped a few buttons on her console, and began to laugh.
"What?"
"It was sent over two years ago," she replied.
A relieved smile. "Just proves the mail can still get lost even in the 24th century."
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Code: PG13
Summary: Triple drabble sequel to Turbulent Waters.
After a staff meeting, they toured the ship, speaking to every crew member from Tuvok to Naomi, to express their gratitude for such faithful dedication.
The mood of the crew was exuberant and joyful. There was lightness and laughter on every deck. Only their well-honed professionalism kept the excitement from exploding. Neelix already had tomorrow's celebration party prepared.
Now alone in their quarters, the command team quietly cleaned up after dinner. The slipstream made it impossible to see anything out the viewport but a white blur. Instead, Chakotay indulged in one of his favorite pastimes - Kathryn-watching.
Captain, friend, soul-mate, lover, wife, mother of his child. Owner of his heart. She was beautiful and powerful. Brilliant. He respected her as much as he loved her. They were on the cusp of the culmination of all her hopes and dreams, all her fears and worries. "What are you thinking?" he asked.
"I'm thinking…" she paused, and smiled coyly. "I'm thinking we should move Sekaya's crib from the foot of the bed.
Her effervescent mood was infectious. "Why should we do that?"
Kneeling, she removed his boots and socks. "Because I'm thinking we just might break that bed tonight."
"Is that so?" He drew her into his lap, pulling off her turtleneck and tank. Half naked, her body was a lush sight he never tired of, and his hands were addicted to touching her. She worked hard to maintain her fitness, and it showed. He waggled his eyebrows. "This will be our last opportunity. Tomorrow when we exit the slipstream we'll be home in the Alpha Quadrant.
Kathryn had stripped his shirts from him, and wriggled around to open his pants, but she paused at his words. His face in her hands, she looked deeply into his eyes. "I'm already home," she whispered.
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Code: G
Summary: Double drabble sequel to Buoyancy
Back where it all began so long ago - Deep Space Nine. The command team stood inside the hatch door and exchanged handshakes and hugs with every member before they exited the ship for the last time.
So many precious people had laid aside their differences to work together with the common goal of getting home. And in so doing, had become more than a team, more than friends. They were a family.
In Harry, maturity combined with the capability already present. B'Elanna and Tom were stronger, more anchored. When B'E hugged the captain, she whispered in her ear, causing Kathryn to exclaim, "Congratulations! How wonderful!" Tom's big bear hug and whispered thanks brought tears to her eyes.
Seven, looking uncharacteristically tentative, stayed close by the Doctor's side. Neelix, rubbed his hands together in anticipation. Tuvok, the initial reason for this whole adventure, accepted Kathryn's hug stoically.
Just the three of them were left, listening to the quiet sounds of Voyager. "After you, my love," Chakotay murmured.
She grasped his elbow. "We made the journey together, and that's how we'll finish it."
Chakotay looked from the little lady in the pink blanket, to the warrior woman at his side. "Together. Always."
The End
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15: FINALE: ONCE MORE INTO THE DEEP
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Code: PG13
Summary: Finale sequel to Everybody Out of the Pool. (Warning: this ain't no drabble!)
"Happy birthday and congratulations, Captain. Shall I stand on a chair again?"
"Thanks, Admiral." Chakotay sat beside her on their couch with an expression closer to a grimace than a grin. "So you've heard."
"Of course," she replied. Kathryn regarded him carefully; he was avoiding eye contact. He didn't seem like a man who'd just received a promotion. In fact, his hands were clenched into fists.
He finally looked up. "I haven't accepted it yet, but they've offered me Voyager."
"I know. I recommended you for it."
Chakotay stared at her in shock a few moments, before surging off the couch to pace back and forth, face tight with emotion. "Why the hell would you do that, Kathryn? Are you deliberately trying to get rid of me?"
He so seldom swore, she knew he was truly upset. "You deserve it, Chakotay. If you hadn't left Starfleet, you'd have made captain before I did. Plus your record on Voyager speaks for itself."
"You know what the life of a Starfleet captain is like! I could be away for months at a time." He paused before her. "Today is our daughter's first birthday, and I will NOT be an absentee father to her. I will NOT have my child barely knowing who I am."
Kathryn grimaced. She knew all too well from personal experience what that was like.
Breathing hard, Chakotay sank to his knees and grabbed her hands, almost whispering. "Kathryn it's only our second anniversary today, and we didn't survive the Delta Quadrant just to be separated here at home. I won't allow that. I won't! I'll resign before I let that happen. Starfleet, promotion - it all means nothing to me compared to you and Sekaya."
Tears sprang to her eyes at his intensity. Slowly, she leaned forward until their foreheads touched. To calm him, she gently kissed his forehead, his nose, and finally his mouth. Releasing his hands, she patted the cushion beside her and murmured, "Come sit, Chakotay. Let me tell you about my assignment."
Although still somewhat agitated, Chakotay was used to Kathryn's quick-silver changes of direction. "What is it?"
She reached for his hand again. "After the war, a large number of worlds joined the Federation, and many more have applied. Believe it or not, the Federation is taking Neelix's ambassadorial skills seriously. The authorities feel that being from the Delta Quadrant, he could be perceived as having a truly unbiased opinion. However," she paused, regarding their joined hands, "since he's totally unknown here, they've decided to assign him to an admiral they consider well-versed in Federation and Starfleet policy, and experienced in diverse diplomatic situations."
He could see where this was going. "Do they realize that they've chosen the admiral whose motto is, 'sometimes you just have to punch your way through'?"
"That's where you come in." She plucked at invisible fluff on her sleeve. "Having read our logs thoroughly, they agree I have a great deal of experience in first contacts, and assessing the veracity of situations. But they seem to think it would be beneficial if I had, and I quote, 'a steadying influence' with me."
"Let me get this straight," he commented dryly. "You supervise Neelix, while I supervise you. That sounds just like Starfleet. So my role will be taxi driver and babysitter."
She grinned at him. "Don't forget supplying said admiral with sexual favors on a regular basis too."
He nodded. "Ah. Thank you for clarifying that. I'm to multi-task: taxi-driver, babysitter, and gigolo. As long as I don't have to also do the ambassador. Maybe I should ask for an increase in salary."
"Maybe you should. Because you'll have yet another task. What Starfleet wants is someone with an affinity for diverse and complex cultures, who can bring a true report on each world's historical and anthropological background."
He began to smile. "I see. A taxi-driving babysitter with a brain."
"Hey, don't forget those sexual favors."
"Perhaps I should interview for that position." He winked at her.
Kathryn groaned. "B'E was right. You do have a warped sense of humor."
His expression became serious. "Kathryn, we've only been home six months. How soon-"
"Voyager won't be properly outfitted for another six months."
"And how long-"
"No more than three months at a time."
"When do I have to-"
"About twenty minutes."
Pause. "I see as usual you have all the-"
Smirk. "Yes I do." She too became serious and turned on the couch to face him. "Chakotay, I told them I'd leave if they wouldn't agree to this. But if you really don't want to, there are multiple offers out there; we can do whatever you want. The future is ours now."
Eyes wide in amazement. "You would leave Starfleet, Kathryn?"
"For you and Sekaya, in a nanosecond. However…" Her eyes twinkled. "I figured I should be able to get some mileage out of being the blue-eyed girl of the moment. Why not go for all the cookies, as Tom would say?"
He laughed. "Why not, indeed? I should have expected as much from my 'punch-her-way-through' wife. I do have one condition though."
"And that is?"
"Ambassador Neelix stays out of the kitchen."
"Agreed. In fact, I'll personally include it in his contract."
Chakotay stood. "Well, I guess I'd better hurry up and reply to Starfleet's offer."
"After that, since it's your birthday and our anniversary, I think I should sample a few of those sexual favors," she purred.
Heading to the computer, he glanced over his shoulder. "So I do have to interview for that position?"
"You betcha. In fact, you might have to undergo several interviews."
"I believe I'm up for the task, Admiral."
THE END
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