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Title: Assume Nothing
Author: Venom_69
E-mail: venom_the_shipper@yahoo.com.au
Category: Humor
Pairing: Janeway/Chakotay
Rating: R
Archive: anywhere.
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, never will. Promise to put them back in the state
I found them.
Author’s notes: For Shayenne, Cause she asked.
Feedback: Please.
Dedication: As always, for
LEW.
Date: 08/01/2005
Copyright © to Venom, 2005
***
“Are you sure I’m the right person
to do this?” B’Elanna asked cautiously. She was damn sure that this was *not* part of her job description. And
if it was, she wanted better working hours.
“I want you too,” Kathryn replied quietly. This was a little
humiliating, and she blamed that stupid Talaxian. It was his damn fault, as always. Why he had taken a sudden interest in
old Earth traditions was beyond her. She preferred it when he was mocking Tuvok and his culture, or trying to make him smile.
“Why
did we agree to do this?” B’Elanna asked, cupping Kathryn’s breasts in her hands.
Kathryn almost
snorted. Almost. “To keep him happy.”
Nodding, the dark-haired woman began to caress her Captain’s
flesh.
***
Chakotay strolled along the corridor, swinging his arm back and forth and whistling a happy tune.
He couldn’t understand why he was in such a good mood today, but he wasn’t going to argue.
The Delta quadrant
was, for a change, relatively quiet. The area of space that they were flying through was mostly void of Warp Capable societies,
so they hadn't had a first contact in a few weeks.
While normally he and the rest of the crew would be going stir crazy,
Neelix had been keeping everyone occupied by resurrecting old Earth traditions. Valentine’s day had been fun, though
he wasn’t sure that the little pink hearts that had littered the ship were such a good look.
Continuing on his
journey to Kathryn’s quarters to drop off his report before he headed to bed, Chakotay nodded at the various crewmembers
he passed. Each looked to be in a reasonably good mood, which only improved his. If the crew were happy, it was one less thing
for Kathryn to worry about. And thus, one less thing for him to worry about.
Arriving at her quarters, he didn’t
bother knocking. She had told him earlier over the comm. System that he should just come in and leave the report on her-
Holy
cow!
Cocking his head to the side, Chakotay wondered if he was seeing things. It wouldn’t be the first time,
and this *was* the Delta Quadrant.
Even with his head bent at an odd angle, the image before him didn’t change.
Scrubbing a fist over his eyes, the image still remained the same, which left him to deduce only one thing: He really was
seeing what he thought he was seeing in her bedroom.
His first instinct was to get mad. How could she? After all this
time, everything they had been through to develop the strong friendship – that would turn into more the second they
let it- only to do…well, that.
He couldn’t understand it. If Kathryn was… one of… them, then
why all the teasing, the flirting, the touching, the numerous almost kisses? Would she really play with his feelings like
that?
She was, if nothing else, his best friend. And he couldn’t believe that he was seeing… well, that.
It
was the most infuriating thing he had ever witnessed.
It made his blood boil.
It made his toes curl with anger
and resentment.
It was… damn, but it was hot.
Tempting as it was to not say anything and see where…
that led, he really didn’t think he needed to see this. The tent in his pants, however, had different ideas. Very different
ideas. And they started with the removal of the women’s pants… the idea just got better from there. Or worse,
he supposed, depending on how you looked at it.
Gently clearing his throat, he watched as B’Elanna and Kathryn
gasped, jumped, and reached for their discarded tank tops lying on the bed.
“Chakotay!” He didn’t
think he’d ever heard Kathryn squeak before.
“Kathryn.”
“This isn’t what it looked
like.” Oh God, now they could read each other’s minds! What a sweet couple, saying the same thing at the same
time, wearing identical expressions, a cute little mixture of mortification and shock.
He was so gonna vomit on his
boots.
“It’s none of my business.” He insisted, really not wanting to hear an explanation. God, he
didn’t think he would be able to stomach hearing about there happy, but secret, life together.
Briefly, his thoughts
flickered to Tom Paris, and Chakotay wondered if the young Lieutenant knew what his girlfriend was really up to when she gave
the Captain ‘Updates’?
Ick.
Admittedly, the thought of two women – especially the particular
redhead that he had just seen topless- was a very… pleasing thought. But, despite his dick’s attempt to jump through
his pants and fuck whichever one of them opened her legs first, Chakotay was more disturbed by the fact that the woman he
had loved for four years was… well, one of them.
Kathryn turned to the engineer, nodding that she could handle
the situation and B’Elanna beat a hasty retreat. She knew what Chakotay must have thought, and she shuddered to think
what he would have done to her if given half the chance… what he *still* might do to her.
She didn’t think
she could last ten rounds with a heartbroken and pissed off Commander in the ring, half-Klingon or not.
Waiting until
her door slid shut behind B’Elanna, Kathryn sighed. This was going to be one conversation she didn’t think she’d
forget for a while.
Turning to study her first officer and friend – more than a friend, her brain added helpfully
– Kathryn noticed the tense set to his shoulders. The way he looked at her without really seeing. God, What must he
think? She wondered.
“Chakotay…”
“Captain, it really isn’t any of my business.”
“Breast
awareness month.”
“What?”
She snerked. “Another one of Neelix’s attempts to distract
the crew from the boring part of space we’ve entered.”
“I don’t understand.”
“Nor
did I, really. Apparently, in the twentieth century, breast cancer was at an all time high. Women used to do ‘self-examinations’
to detect lumps. Neelix decided that the women of Voyager should be doing them as well, despite the fact that cancer hasn’t
been an issue for humans in a century or so. Personally, I think it’s just an excuse for him to fantasize about the
women touching each other, but we’re all indulging him no less.” She laughed suddenly. “I just hope he doesn’t
re-discover Pap smear’s!”
“So… you and B’Elanna aren’t…?”
“Good
lord, no!” Kathryn laughed again. “As far as I am away, she and Mr. Paris are quite happy together. And you and
I are… whatever we are. B’Elanna and I just thought it would be best if we ‘tested’ each other, to
save any embarrassment.”
It was official: He was an ass.
A male, egotistical, pompous, pig-headed, stubborn
ass.
“Kathryn?”
She stepped forwards, walking towards him until their bodies were inches apart.
“Yes, Chakotay?’
“Do you think it’s time we named… whatever it is between us?”
“One condition?”
He’d pretty much chop off his ear at this point to make up for all of the
things he had thought about her. “Anything?”
“Help me finish my examination?”
***
End.
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