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Nothing Else
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Title: Nothing Else
Author: Ky (venom69)
Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager
Rating: Mature People
Summary: "I'm angry." She told him calmly.
Character/Pairing: Janeway/Chakotay
Spoilers: None… the show’s ended!
Warnings: None.
Prompt Number for [info]fic101: 36 - World
Author’s Notes: I was reminded that it’s been two days since I posted… I had a bad day the other day and figured Kathy could share that with me.
Date: 07/02/07

***

Kathryn paced the length of her quarters, muttering under her breath and she clenched her hands to stop the tremors in them. Her boots thudded against the ground with each angry step and not even the soft carpet was enough to dampen the sound.

Picking a PADD from her desk, she scanned its contents once more - and the words hadn't changed, damnit, the promise of a boring engineering report still loomed - before she threw it at the nearest bulkhead. It impacted with a satisfying 'thud' and Kathryn only wished that she could have aimed it at someone's head.

B'Elanna's, she thought, I should aim it at her head and tell hear to learn what 'cliff's notes' are. Damn reports. Damn ship. Damn Quadrant.

Today was a good day to die and she had a list of people that needed to be shot.

Sighing, she about faced and resumed her pacing.

Kathryn figured she had another four or five minutes of angrily stomping around her Quarters before Chakotay came looking for her.

She had arranged to meet him on the holodeck half an hour ago and she hadn't shown up, hadn't called to let him know she wasn't coming and her comm. badge had been thrown somewhere in the vicinity of her bedroom when she entered her quarters so even if he was trying to call her, it didn't matter.

As her steps picked up in speed, her mumbled words got louder and louder until she was relatively certain that they could probably hear her from the bridge.

***

"I have a list!" She said as soon as the doors opened. Kathryn didn't stop her pacing as Chakotay entered.

"A list?"

"Of people who need to be shot."

"Really?"

"Yes, really." She nodded decisively, brushing past him as she did another lap of her living room. "And that list is long but not distinguished."

"Why do I get the feeling that I'm near the top of it?"

"Because you're not always stupid."

OK then... He wasn't going to argue with a woman that wore three inch boots. "Kathryn, why don't you sit down so we can discuss this rationally?"

"Rationally?" She glared at him, her hands moving to her hips and that was the sure sign that he was screwed. "Rationally? I don't want to be rational!"

"Then what do you want to be, Kathryn?" He sat on the sofa, crossing his legs as he watched her pace.

"Angry! I want to be angry."

He was going to say 'you got what you wanted, then!' but the three inch boots looked more and more painful with every step that he took, so Chakotay simply kept his mouth shut - clearly he wasn't stupid all of the time - and nodded.

Sitting on the sofa, Chakotay watched her pacing for a further ten minutes before she appeared to loose her steam and stop, standing in front of the coffee table, her shoulders slumped from their previously tense position.

"Kathryn?"

"I'm angry." She told him calmly.

"I can see that."

"And I'm grumpy."

"I can see that too."

"And maybe a little sad."

"Why are you sad?"

"Because I'm angry and grumpy."

He sighed. This is going to take a while. "Why are you angry and grumpy, then?"

"I don't know."

Well then, if she didn't know, how was he supposed to fix it?

"I was fine this morning."

Oh, he remembered this morning - particularly his new 'alarm clock' - very well. "You were."

"And at lunch. I was fine at lunch."

Well, she had actually eaten, so whether or not she was 'fine' was debatable.

Yeah... he was going to stick with the safe answer on this one, too. "Yes, you were."

"But now..."

"Angry and grumpy."

She nodded. "Angry and grumpy. And no apparent reason."

"Nothing happened after lunch?"

***

Kathryn cocked her head to the side, thinking.

She'd had lunch with him, gone back to her Ready Room for a coffee and a batch of reports and research. She'd spilt her coffee down the front of her uniform - and she'd finally understood why the majority of the uniforms were black - before she'd changed and went back to work.

B'Elanna had dropped the engineering report - of doom - off sometime in the early afternoon and then... "Nothing. I was fine and then I was angry."

"And grumpy." He added, smiling.

It took all of three seconds for her anger and rage to come rushing back to her and Kathryn wondered if he could actually see any steam coming out of her ears. "What in the world makes you think that's funny?"

Chakotay coughed and tugged at his earlobe. Oh yeah, definitely screwed. "I don't. Please continue."

"No, please tell me what you find funny about this situation."

"Nothing."

"Well..." She huffed. Apparently the steam had left her as quickly as it had returned. "Good then."

Chakotay waited a respectable few moments before he found the nerve - balls - to speak again. "Kathryn?"

"Yeah?"

"You look tired."

"Being angry is hard work." She admitted with another sigh. Being angry was hard work but, apparently, understanding why she was angry was even harder.

"Do you want to, maybe, let it go?"

Kathryn moved around the coffee table, flopping down next to him and laying her head on his shoulder. "Yeah, I kinda do."

Chakotay was relatively certain that he had no idea what her tirade had been about. He was also relatively certain that he would never know what her tirade had been about. He was going to chalk it up to being a woman/Captain thing and leave it at that, for the safety of his balls if nothing else.

"So do you want to hear the list of people who need to die?"

He laughed and moved to put his arm around her. "Sure."

"Well, firstly there's you..."

***

End

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