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Rated NC-17 for sex and swearing
She remained in the ready room after the others had gone just thinking. Was it only two hours ago that she had woken to the sound of her name being called through the wall? She had jerked awake at the loss in Chakotay's voice. Then she had heard voices through the wall. She had not intended to eavesdrop, but they were loud and it did not sound like a welcome visitor in Chakotay's quarters. She listened to the raised voices and decided quickly. Grabbing a phaser, she ran to his quarters, keyed in the override and moved on soundless bare feet to the bedroom.
It had been hard not to react to what she had seen. Chakotay, boxers hastily drawn up. Seska, looking as predatory as she had ever seen her. The thought of that witch kissing and caressing Chakotay had made her stomach clench and turnover. She still wanted this man so badly it made her shake. She just couldn't have him. She still loved him with all her soul, and sometimes lying awake in her quarters, knowing he too was lying just the far side of the wall, had her quaking and holding herself, the urge to go to him overpowering her. Somehow she always managed to hold herself in check, although there were times when she made herself come, fantasizing about his hard body over and inside her. Remembering what he was like as a lover, memories of long, hot nights of love on New Earth. On these occasions, she would bury her face in her pillow to muffle the noises she made, dampening the pillow with hot tears.
When Tuvok had said she should not be the one to make the rescue attempt, it was as if he had read her mind. She had thought, all along that if someone went it should be her. No, the Captain should not attempt to rescue her commanding officer, but deep within her, she felt she should go. In someway it would be atonement for what she had put Chakotay through since their return from New Earth. She wanted to be the one to bring him back.
She wanted to bring him back in more ways then one. She wanted to bring him back to her, into her life. For four years she had danced around the truth, trampling not only his feelings, but hers too. Trampling underfoot the love they had for each other, smashing it ruthlessly down when it threatened to rear its head in occasional moments of tenderness. Keeping her face blank and closed, so hard to do when confronted with his hurt. Carefully constructing and erecting the shields of friendship. Good friends. Close friends. But oh, what a pale shadow of what had gone before.
No, she wanted him back. Him, Chakotay. Her friend, her lover, her soulmate. God willing, if she got him back now, and if he was still willing, then she would take him back into her life, completely and without reservation.
And for this reason alone, she would ignore Tuvok's advice, ignore all logic, and let pure emotion force her decision. She would go over and bring him back. It was right. It was fitting. The start of their new life.
Seska and Chakotay materialized on the Kazon ship. The transport had been long. Seska stumbled slightly on materialization, but quickly recovered, poking something, presumably a weapon in Chakotay's back. He noted the crude transporter platform. Seska had obviously wasted no time implementing stolen Federation technology into the Kazon ship.
"Walk," she ordered.
They stepped down from the pad and Seska threw an order to the Kazon manning the console.
"Wipe the logs of this transport. You didn't see us."
Swiftly, she marched him down corridors, before entering a small room. It was basic, small bed, little furniture. Dark and unprepossessing.
"Come down in the world haven't you Seska?"
"Not as far as you are coming, lover. Welcome home."
She turned and sealed the door with a small item in her hand.
Chakotay studied the room, looking for anything that might help him escape. A small console, probably locked into the main computer caught his eye, but he didn't look at it too long, not wanting to draw her gaze.
Seska came up in front of him and wrapped her arms around him, the small weapon still in her hand.
"Kiss me," she commanded.
Chakotay didn't move, his hands by his sides, no expression in his face.
She slithered her hand over his face, and drew his head down to hers. He didn't resist, but made no attempt to respond as she kissed him, trying to force her tongue into his mouth.
"Kiss me back."
He pushed her away.
"Seska, what I feel for you is contempt. Have you fallen so far that you would force the kisses of someone who despises you?"
"I want more than your kisses lover, I am going to have you. Think about it while I'm gone. This can be pleasurable," and she drew a hand down across his groin, "or it can hurt."
With the small weapon in her hand, she thumbed a button, and a short charge zapped into his neck, running down through his nerves. He suppressed a gasp. She smiled slyly at him and walked out of the room.
When she had gone, he checked the door, and was not surprised to find it was locked. He was sure he had been transported back in time, and his first objective was to find a date. If he could then piece together at what point in the whole sorry scenario with Seska he had been thrown into, he could plan a strategy.
He activated the terminal, surprised to find it hadn't been locked out to him. Seska could not have planned on bringing him back here. Sure enough, the stardate was, as far as he could remember, after Seska had left Voyager, but before the less then memorable meeting when she had stolen his DNA. That cheered him, if she still had to resort to stealing his DNA then it meant she was not likely to succeed now. And the fact that in a short while in this time line, that she would attempt to coerce him again meant that he was likely to escape now.
He hacked his way further into the terminal. He needed a way to communicate with Voyager, to let them know where he was. Bingo. He recorded a message, a cryptic one, that somebody on Voyager would understand, but would make no sense to anyone on the Kazon ship -or Seska - should it be discovered. He sent it off, hoping it would reach the ship, and then spent the next few minutes erasing his transmission and covering his tracks.
Next, he systematically searched the small cabin for an alternative way out. No luck there, but he found a knife, not much of a weapon as such, but better than nothing. He hid it in his boot. And then, there was nothing to do except wait. Chakotay stretched out on the small bunk and closed his eyes.
"Kim to Janeway," Harry's summons interrupted her musings.
"Go ahead Harry."
"I think I've found the way the transport was accomplished. There's a very small wormhole 3 light-years distant from here. It's far to small to take any sort of ship through, but I think we could operate the transporters through it. I don't know where it goes unless we send a probe through, but my guess is it goes directly to the Kazon ship."
"How long to send a probe through?"
"I don't know Captain. When we sent a probe through the wormhole to the Alpha Quadrant that time, it took hours to find out where it went. I don't know if we have time."
"Harry, can you scan the far side of the wormhole. Are there any ships there?"
"Affirmative Captain, there is one ship, it is definitely Kazon. I just don't know if it is the one we want."
"Janeway to Torres."
"Torres here Captain."
"B'Elanna, report to the bridge immediately. We need your assistance."
"On my way Captain."
On the bridge there was subdued optimism. B'Elanna was working on increasing the scanners and configuring them to see if they could find any trace of Chakotay. Carey worked on the transporters, increasing their range up to the maximum safe distance … and then some. B'Elanna had also increased the output of two comm badges, increasing the chances that they would be able to beam a team directly out.
"Kim to Janeway."
"Go ahead Harry."
"Captain we're receiving a transmission through the wormhole. It shows the same temporal abnormality as the transporters showed when the Commander vanished. The message is clear, I just don't understand it. Maybe you could come and take a look."
"On my way Harry."
On the bridge she studied the transmission.
"It's the Commander. He's fine. These are his coordinates and stardate at the end of the message."
Tom looked over Harry's shoulder. "The monkey's friend is in her shelter... what sort of message is that?"
"One you needn't concern yourself with Mr. Paris! Tuvok, we have the Commander's location. Assemble me a weapons pack and the enhanced comm badges and meet me in transporter room 1 in five minutes. I am going to get the Commander back."
"Captain, it is not advisable for you to undertake this mission. I, am the more logical choice."
She took his arm and dragged him a few paces from the others.
"Tuvok my friend. I don't expect you to understand, but this is something I have to do. I am setting right a wrong I did the Commander a long time ago, nearly four years ago. I know I should not do this, but if I don't then I don't think I ever can. I don't expect you to support me or even comprehend my motive, you are just going to have to trust me on this."
Tuvok regarded her steadily. "Captain, you love the Commander do you not. And this is your atonement for pushing him away from you after you returned from New Earth. Captain, I understand your motives. I cannot condone what you are doing, and will have to make a report in my logs. However, you have my personal approval as your friend. I hope you are successful in mending the breach with the Commander."
And Tuvok walked away, leaving Janeway staring open-mouthed after him, and a very curious bridge crew.
The transport seemed to take forever, the dislocation of transporter suspension seemed to continue indefinitely, but she materialized on the Kazon ship, in one of the holds, phaser drawn. Swiftly, she looked around. Deserted. Silently she made her way to the lift. Chakotay's message had said, the monkey's friend is in her shelter. He must be being held in her quarters. That made sense given what she had overheard. He was unlikely to leave there, she didn't think Seska would be broadcasting his presence to the crew given her relationship with Cullah. She needed to find the crew quarters.
She entered the lift, and studied the plan on the wall. It looked like crew quarters were decks 14 and 15. She entered the command for deck 14. When the doors opened on deck 14 she flattened herself against the lift wall but no one entered. She exited to a silent corridor and walked along, looking at the doors. Hah, she didn't expect them to be labeled and she was not disappointed. No way to tell which was Seska's. But she was not unprepared. Activating the tricorder, she started to scan each door for human life signs. Nothing. She worked her way methodically around the maze of corridors, a couple of times having to duck around a corner when she heard approaching Kazon. She was on the last dead-end section of Deck 14 when the tricorder registered human signs. The last door. She stopped outside and listened. Voices again. Seska and Chakotay. Stealthily, she tried the door, but it didn't budge. She raised her phaser to blast the mechanism then stopped as she heard what the voices were saying.
Inside, Chakotay had got off the bed when Seska entered. Without a word, she had walked over to him, and started undoing the clasp of his uniform. She pushed it off his shoulders and down over his hips and ran one hand over his chest. The weapon was still in her other hand.
"Respond to me Chakotay, damn you."
"I can't. You do nothing for me anymore."
"Still pining for your beloved Captain? The ice maiden, not a women who would ever respond to the likes of you."
Silence.
"So, you love the unobtainable. A women who would never grab you and kiss you with passion. Never writhe underneath you pleading for you to fuck her harder. Who could never love you."
"You are wrong Seska, more wrong than you know." Chakotay's voice throbbing with truth. "Kathryn and I are lovers in every sense of the word. And I cannot respond to you if you were the last woman on earth. You are not going to get what you want, so let me go."
"So you can go back to her? Never. I'll kill you first rather then let her have you."
Kathryn had heard enough. A quick blast from the phaser and she was in the room, phaser trained on Seska.
"I think this is where I came in last time," she said. "Commander, are you alright?"
"Hah, your lover you say and she calls you Commander," sneered Seska. "Some lover."
Kathryn moved across to Chakotay and ignoring his state of undress, put her arm around him.
"Tuvok, two for emergency beam out."
The last thing they saw as they disappeared was Seska's enraged face.
They materialized back on Voyager. Tuvok raised an eyebrow but said nothing when he saw them, Chakotay's uniform down over his hips, Kathryn's arms around him.
"Mr. Tuvok, set a course away from here for the Alpha Quadrant, Warp 9. I think we better get some space between the wormhole and us. And then beam us directly to the Commander's quarters so that he can dress. We'll debrief later."
"Aye Captain, I am glad that half of your mission was accomplished. I have every faith you will complete the rest."
They rematerialized in Chakotay's quarters. Kathryn's arms were still around him, and he gently disentangled himself and started to redress.
"It looks like I owe you yet again Kathryn. You got me out of there before she could ... well, I think you heard what she wanted."
Kathryn walked over to him and looked up. "Yes, I did hear. Seemed rather desperate to have you back in her bed." She smiled, then touched his cheek. "Seriously, are you alright?"
"I am. Thanks to you."
She moved away from him. "I heard you, you know. Through the door just before I barged in."
He looked down at her intently, wondering what she was saying.
"Lovers in every sense of the word." She quoted his words back to him.
Chakotay looked at the floor. "I know you don't want to hear this Kathryn, but where it counts, in my heart, we never stopped being lovers. It's been four years since we lay together, but inside me, I think we still mean something to each other. I can't turn that off, and I don't think you can either. I didn't lie to Seska. To me, you are still my lover."
She crossed back to him, and wrapped her arms around him laying her head on his chest.
"Chakotay, do you know why I came to get you? I ignored Tuvok who gave me compelling and logical reasons why I should not make the attempt to get you back. I had to come. Because, it was more then getting you back on the ship, I saw it as symbolic of getting you back into my life. I wanted to get you, as atonement. I wanted to put myself in danger for you. I wanted to get you back, or die trying."
Her mouth twisted. "But it was too easy. Seska didn't put up much of a fight."
She looked up at him. "Chakotay, I love you… but am I too late?" she whispered.
His arms came around her, wrapping her in his embrace, crushing her to him, cradling her on his chest as he strained to hold her even closer.
"Kathryn, oh my love, my only love." His voice was thick; "I have been here for you all along. If you don't want this then I will still be here for you. I love you. I have never stopped loving you."
"Then love me now Chakotay."
She pulled his head down and his lips met hers and his tongue swept into her mouth. His hands came up to tangle in her hair as he explored her mouth, reacquainting himself with her taste. She kissed him back equally fervently. His mouth, the smell of his breath, the taste of him, the feel of his hair so thick and surprisingly soft. The feel of his skin. How could she have lived without this, without him, for the last four years?
He broke the kiss and taking her by the hand, led her to his bed. It was still unmade, the bedding in disarray from when he had left unwillingly. He swept the bedclothes to the floor, and his hand moved to the clasp of her uniform. Dragging it down, he pushed it off her shoulders, burying his face in the crook of her neck. He nibbled and explored as his hands pushed her jumpsuit down to her hips. She helped him, pushing it all the way down, then breaking away from him to pull off her boots and kick away her uniform. She unclasped her bra, and he pulled down her plain cotton panties, so that she stood before him naked. He looked at her.
"Oh, Kathryn, it has been so long. Too long."
She helped him with his own clothes until he was as gloriously naked as she, then unable to hold back, she embraced him again, grasping his buttocks and pulling him close to her. She could feel his erection swelling into her belly.
"Kathryn, I need a shower first. I want to wash away the Seska's touch."
"No, let me do that for you."
She kissed him again, long and hard, and insinuated a hand between their bodies to stroke along his length.
"Seems you like me better then her anyway."
Maneuvering him back, she pushed him down on the bed, and began to run her hands slowly over his chest, circling his nipples without touching them. Slowly and lightly dragging her nails over his skin, smaller and smaller circles until her fingers grazed his nipples.
He gasped, watching her under half closed lids, but made no move to touch her.
She bent over so that her hair tickled his shoulders and chest and flicked his nipples with her tongue. Moving from one to the other, she sucked and nipped as he had done to her a hundred times on New Earth. Slowly she moved her way down his body to where his erection stood upright. Licking his skin, tasting him, feeling his warmth, dragging her hands along his hips and caressing his thighs. Deliberately she rubbed the sparse hair on his legs the wrong way, just to feel him shudder under her hands. Slowly her mouth got closer to her goal. His hands grabbed a shoulder, tangled in her hair and he groaned.
He smelt slightly musty, sweat, sex and his own unique smell blending to overwhelm her senses. She took him in both hands, stroking up and down his length. She flicked a tongue over the head of him, sucking in the salty moisture leaking from the tip. He bucked, and held her head steady as she sucked him in earnest, running up and down his shaft, one hand caressing his testicles, tickling underneath them, then cupping them, squeezing slightly in concert with her mouth.
"No... stop. I want to come inside you."
*
She raised her mouth from him and he sat up and then flipped her over on her back, rolling on top of her and settling between her parted legs. He kissed her hard, tasting himself, and her taste, slightly sweet. The thought of Seska intruded briefly in his mind, how he had kissed her in that brief incoherent moment when he had thought she was Kathryn. But the delight, the joy, the rightness of having Kathryn in his bed washed over him, and thoughts of Seska vanished like the ghost she was.
One hand found her breast, stroking and teasing the nipple until it puckered under his touch. He replaced his hand with his mouth, licking and dampening her breast as his hand pushed between their bodies, between her legs. She was as hot and slick as he remembered.
"Now Chakotay, now..."
He moved his fingers from inside her, holding her eyes as he brought his fingers up to his mouth and licked her juices from them one by one. Her hand reached between them and placed his length at her entrance. Slowly, so gradually he worked his way inside, mindful of the clench of her inner muscles which brought sharply into focus the fact that it had been nearly four years since they had made love. There had been no one else for her.
He pushed in, allowing her to adjust to his size, withdrawing and advancing, inch by inch until he was sheathed all the way in. She clenched around him, the tip of his cock rubbed the neck of her womb, their pubic hairs mingled.
"Stay ... don't move for a moment," she gasped.
He kissed her gently, too full of emotion for words. Kathryn. He was inside Kathryn. Once again, when he thought he would never again know the joy of it, the fullness and completion of love.
"You are so dear to me Chakotay. So precious. Please, stay with me, in my bed and in my heart. Let us be by each other's sides from now on."
"I have never left you. I have always held you in my heart even when I thought you didn't want it."
He began to move slowly inside her, long sure strokes that he knew she liked. Pulling out almost to the tip before sliding smoothly back in. She gasped as the pressure built, for him and her. She raised her legs to allow him even deeper, and he kissed her, taking the sounds she made, the gasps, the murmurs into his own breath.
She started to keen as her orgasm crashed over her, her inner muscles clenching around his penis as she milked him, and he came too, uncontrollable thrusts of his hips, spurting his seed deep inside her.
Afterwards they lay together, gently exploring the other's body, relearning the secrets they had never truly forgotten, the small pleasures that made the other sigh. He stroked the hair from her face, she smoothed his eyes and his tattoo.
The chirp of a communicator interrupted them.
"Tuvok to Janeway."
She sighed and fumbled for the badge. Reality too soon.
"Janeway here." Hoarse and husky voice. Was that really her?
"Captain, we are a safe distance away from the wormhole. If the Commander is up to it, it would be a suitable time for debriefing."
She smiled at Chakotay, and grasped his large length in her hand.
"I'm not sure the Commander is up to it at this moment Tuvok. It's been a long day. We'll leave it until tomorrow."
"And may I assume that the rest of the mission was completed successfully Captain?"
"Indeed you may Tuvok. Indeed you may. Janeway out."
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