Categories: Ship, Het, Humor, Romance
Characters: Janeway, Chakotay, Q
Spoilers: The Q and the Grey
A/N: Written for Fancy Meeting Q Here at Talent Night..
Credits: Thank you to Anne Rose for the last minute beta.
Disclaimer: Paramount, I'd do a better job than Berman, and I could really use the cash. Call me.
Captain Kathryn Janeway rubbed her eyes and tried again to focus on the engineering report in her hand. Lieutenant Torres could work miracles, but even so Voyager would be without warp drive for another thirty hours. The ship's vulnerability fed the tension in her shoulders, creating a headache that could only be alleviated by the sleep she sorely needed, but couldn't afford.
The day had been long and far too eventful. It had started with a red alert in the wee hours of ship's morning, and although the immediate crisis seemed to be over at last, the Delta Quadrant very often had a second shoe to drop. She wouldn't feel better until the warp drive was back online.
A door chime interrupted her thoughts. "Come."
Chakotay entered, a tired smile on his face. He handed her a PADD. "The Doctor's report. All injuries have been treated; nothing serious."
"I wish I could say the same for warp drive." She passed him the engineering report. "Thirty hours."
"We've survived worse." He moved to the replicator. "I don't suppose you've eaten anything." He coaxed her over to the couch with a cup of coffee and handed her a sandwich. They discussed the events of the day before he set off to assist with a problem in deflector control. She returned to the stack of PADDs on her desk.
"All work and no play makes Kathy a dull girl."
She almost groaned. "Not now, Q."
"But I was sure I made an appointment." He displayed a small white card with the time and date handwritten in blue ink.
She rolled her eyes. "What do you want?"
"I need your advice." Q's level of arrogance dipped slightly. "I'm having some romantic difficulties."
If he hadn't looked so miserable, Kathryn might have laughed. "And you came to me? How is Q?"
"Just once, I want Q to look at me the way Chuckles looks at you."
"Chakotay and I aren't - "
"You aren't? But he's the reason you turned me down."
"Perhaps, partially, but we weren't...involved. We aren't."
"Why in the galaxy not? I've seen the way that man looks at you, and it isn't just as his captain."
Kathryn glared at him. "I thought you wanted to talk about your love life, not mine."
"I did, but it seems your issue is much more pressing. Now why aren't you and Chuckles giving the bedsprings a workout?"
"Don't you love him?"
"Complicated? For heaven's sake, Kathy! I'm immortal. I can afford to wait if Q wants to sulk for a century or two, but poor Chuckles can't."
"Starfleet protocols - "
"Protocols? Protocols be damned. You may want to be a martyr, Kathy, but why should he suffer for it?"
The all too familiar wave of guilt washed through her. She didn't have an answer; there wasn't an answer.
"I'll leave you to think that over, Captain. Perhaps Jean-Luc will prove more helpful. He and Doctor Beverly seem to get on quite well."
Q was gone as quickly as he had arrived, and Kathryn found herself unable to focus on reports. Chakotay was always caring and thoughtful, showing his love in a thousand ways, large and small. She only threw him the tiniest of crumbs.
She tapped her combadge. "Janeway to Chakotay."
Kathryn had sounded strange over the comm system. Chakotay tried not to overreact as he hurried to her quarters. He nearly panicked when he arrived and she didn't answer her door chime. As he entered his override code, she strode out of the turbolift.
He shook off the urge to hug her in relief, and had to fight it off all over again when her hand landed on his chest. Did she have any idea what that did to him?
Once the door closed behind them, he found himself staring down into her impossibly blue eyes. She stared back with equal intensity, and just when he thought he couldn't survive another moment without kissing her, she stretched up to fit her mouth to his.
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