(c) May 3, 2001
Kathryn Janeway held the PADD in her hands and walked towards the turbolift that would take her to the astrometrics lab. Why did she have to have another talk with Seven on her manners (or lack of) when it came to interacting with other personnel on the ship? It was like talking to a brick--
"Going my way?" Chakotay's voice startled her out of her thought.
She offered up a glum smile, "Depends on if you have a date with a Borg?"
"Another problem?" Chakotay inquired.
"With Seven? When isn't their a problem?" They entered the turoblift. "I'm one scolding away from a warp core breach."
"Then let me set off the explosion," he stated as he moved towards her, pushing her body against the wall of the lift.
Kathryn was surprised beyond belief as the Commander's lips pressed against hers - their warmth intensifying as she felt his tongue part her lips and enter her own mouth, mimicking the movements of lovemaking. She groaned, and felt his hands moving down her uniform's shirt, in search of a way to get it off her.
Chakotay growled at the stubborn Starfleet Uniform, and was rewarded with a trembling moan from Kathryn who was enjoying his aggressive nature. It was as if the Uniform had been designed knowing that he, of all people, would try to seduce his Captain.
Passion overriding his senses he yanked the top apart, hearing the tearing of fabric and feeling slightly satisfied. They'd figure out a way to explain it . . . later.
"Oh Chakotay--" Kathryn moaned.
"Captain--" his voice didn't seem as close as it had originally been. How was that possible when he was nibbling on her ear?
"Oh yes, . . . Chakotay, please . . ." she wanted him.
"Captain, are you there?" Came the voice and Kathryn's eyes flew open. No, not another dream . . . oh hell, when wasn't it a dream.
"Janeway here," Kathryn responded with a tired voice. If only Chakotay would--
"Sorry to wake you, but there's a problem," Chakotay stated.
"Problem?" Kathryn started to wake up and propped herself up in bed.
"It seems we've sprung a leak," he stated.
"*A* leak, Chakotay?" she asked and looked at the dripping that was taking place all over her ship.
Buckets had been replicated and were scattered haphazardly around the ship like small stepping stones to be followed. "Try several leaks." She held up her hand knowing that a furthered explanation would be followed, but frankly, she just wasn't in the mood. "Where did the problem originate from?"
She could tell it was going to be a humorous tale, as he got that twinkle in his eye before answering her, "Tuvok was meditating in his quarters and," he had to pause, "and had just finished blowing out his incense when," he paused again.
"Commander? You find this amusing?" she asked.
"No, Captain." He cleared his throat and continued, "When a rush of water 'directed its natural course onto his head' is how he put it, I think."
"So in other words," Kathryn took the PADD from her Commander's grasp that, no doubt, held the events of the morning on it, "Mr. Tuvok was hit by a trenching shower?"
"Ensign Dawson says that he was completely soaked," Chakotay did a let a little chuckle but turned serious before Kathryn could pinpoint a glare. "And then--"
"And then?" Kathryn turned her head towards him. "You mean there's more?"
Chakotay stopped suddenly. "You're enjoying this as much as I am," he countered.
Kathryn scoffed, "Don't be ridiculous, Chakotay. My priority is in getting things back to parr -- not enjoying the crews' misfortune at--"
"Then I will skip the stories and you can get to work," he smiled slyly and walked off towards the messhall where Neelix's souffle had been destroyed by a steady stream of water.
Kathryn admitted to herself that she did want to hear the stories -- she had enjoyed the one about Tuvok and she had enjoyed wondering what else had happened to Tom? Harry? Even Chakotay himself? Luckily she didn't have a story of her own to be spread throughout the confines of Voyager.
"Report!" She ordered as she entered engineering and was greeted with B'Elanna rushing towards her, following the commanding gait towards a console.
"It happened overnight -- one moment the mains that replicated the water were fine and the next -- they were channeling it all over the place--" B'Elanna roared.
"And then it found its way out --" she added, "--Directly onto Tuvok's head."
"He was lucky--" B'Elanna muttered and looked up slowly feeling her Captain's eyes on her. "Captain?"
Kathryn shook herself, "Sorry, Lieutenant. I was just wondering --"
"Wondering?" B'Elanna prodded. It wasn't like Janeway to be absent minded.
"I was just wondering what your story was . . . when the water hit?" she lifted her eyes slightly, pretending that it wasn't too important.
B'Elanna couldn't believe it . . . five years later and Captain Janeway had finally started showing some interest in rumors and gossip. It had to happen.
B'Elanna pulled her aside and was surprised to find Kathryn a willing participant, "I was in bed," she said quietly so that only the Captain could hear. From a distance it looked as if they were working on ship's business.
"With Tom?" Kathryn asked.
"With Tom," she confirmed. "One moment he's telling me how much he loves me," she closed her eyes with the next statement, "the next moment a torrent of water comes rushing out from above the headboard, smacking him in the face, pushing him backwards off the bed and onto the floor."
Kathryn was starting to laugh but had to quell it as best she could from the looks people were sending her.
"Needless to say, I started laughing and Tom said I was 'unsympathetic,'" she folded her arms, "Can you believe that? So an argument ensues and we spend the whole night snapping at each other and trying to stop the flow. But that's not half as bad as Seven."
Kathryn had to sit down in one of the chairs at a science console, "Seven?!" Her stomach was already cramping from too much unexcelled humor.
"Imagine this," B'Elanna leaned on the console, "because trust me, it made my day. Okay," she cleared her throat, "Seven -- in her alcove -- a peaceful little Borg -- regenerating when - plop, plop, plop . . . . plop," B'Elanna mimicked a ceaseless stream of water dripping onto someone's head. "It took her five minutes to finally end her regeneration and discover that a leak had sprung, directly above her, and was dripping persistently -- nonstop."
"It was most inefficient for my regeneration cycle," a monotone but strong female voice countered.
"Seven!" Kathryn stood up, smoothing her hands over her uniform. "Just the person we were looking for."
"So where were you when it hit?" Tom asked Chakotay as they added another bucket in the messhall.
"Let's just say it got my attention," Chakotay mumbled and sighed as another leak sprung above his head.
Tom snorted, "Attention from what?"
"Commander! Mr. Paris! I think something is happening over here!" Came Neelix's high pitched voice before a torrent fell on his head.
"I don't think a bucket is going to handle that one," Tom stated. "Then again, that's one way to get rid of a Leola Root Cook."
"Mr. Paris--" Chakotay warned.
"Captain," Seven stated, still working at a console. "You have yet to tell us of your own experiences with this ship-wide malfunction."
"That's because she hasn't had one," B'Elanna stated.
"The chances of that are one in--" Seven started.
Kathryn raised her eyebrows, "I'm just lucky that way, Seven."
"Luck is irrelevant," B'Elanna stated for the Borg and Kathryn sent her a warning look but softened it with a smile.
"Look, let's just fix the problem, shall we?" Kathryn suggested, trying to qualm the bickering women.
"Before your luck runs out?" B'Elanna teased.
"You could say that," she stated. "Besides, the Commander and I have enough to deal with without being soaked to the bone."
"The Commander has already been targeted by the random dispersement of the liquid--" Seven looked up, breaking off where she had been at, to find the other two women close by. "What is the meaning of this?"
"Spill the beans, Seven," Kathryn shrugged.
"'Spill the beans'?" Seven asked perplexed.
"She means, tell us what happened to Chakotay," B'Elanna edged forward a bit.
"Please?" Kathryn asked and watched as the Borg took a step back.
Kathryn punched in the override code to Commander Chakotay's quarters and waved to B'Elanna.
B'Elanna looked both ways and then snuck past Kathryn into Chakotay's main room.
"Seven," Kathryn stated quietly, still outside, "you know what to do."
"Aye, Captain," the woman was clearly displeased at this meaningless activity but would nevertheless work with Janeway on the matter.
Kathryn entered her own codes and rushed inside her quarters. Heading towards the bedroom she stopped near the far wall and knocked on it.
A faint knock, came in reply, from the other side of the wall. B'Elanna was in position.
Kathryn cleared her voice, and stated at a normal volume level "Testing 1-2-3. B'Elanna? Can you hear me?" It was followed with one knock and Kathryn swore aloud, heading back through her quarters to exit.
B'Elanna came out into the corridor in a rush, "Clear as daylight, Captain. Not to mention, there was a big wet spot and a leak near the wall." They had pinpointed the time and place of Commander Chakotay's demise.
"Do you realize," Chakotay stated and took the cup of coffee that Kathryn offered him. He turned to her as she sat by him on the sofa, and continued "I had to replicate two hundred and twenty four buckets today?"
"I wonder how we'll ever replenish the amount of energy we used?" Kathryn frowned. She had invited him to her quarters and he had willingly agreed.
"Besides, how did you ever get so lucky?" he asked.
"Lucky? I don't know what you mean?" she stated.
"You know what I'm talking about Kathryn. You didn't get yours," he rolled his eyes.
"You mean a leak? Oh yes, I know," she smirked and paused. "So--" she stated and set down her cup on the side table. Folding her hands, she smiled at him.
"'So'?" he countered.
"You have yet to tell me where you were and what you were doing when the leak hit?" she prodded.
Chakotay paused and sat back a little on the sofa, "I was in my quarters."
"Oh come now Chakotay, you had more descriptive measure for Tuvok's predicament than you do for your own?" she reprimanded.
"Kathryn--" he glared. "It was an embarrassing moment," he stated.
"No doubt," Kathryn eyed him.
"Is there something you want to tell me," he asked, keeping his gaze focused, unbudging in the visual war that was taking place.
"Nothing that I didn't say this morning," she said huskily and watched him swallow.
"This wouldn't have anything to do with-- you dreaming-- and--" he asked tentatively.
"Yes--" she drawled out.
"It was a little hard to ignore-- thin walls and all--" he added.
"Oh really?" Kathryn was going to get her revenge. She scooted forward and onto his lap. Straddling his hips, she brushed her lips against his, "Is this hard to ignore?" She had to face it, he was never going to make the first move.
Chakotay put his hand against the small of her back and pressed her to him, taking her lips for his own. Pulling away, he could feel the dampness that surrounded his lips, mixing her own with his. "Yes," he was barely able to state the damn word.
"This time," she felt her own breathing increase as his passion seeped forth, "there are no walls between us."
"It's about time," he laughed and pushed her back on the sofa, claiming her space for his own. "I was getting tired of waiting."
Indeed, Kathryn could feel his arousal growing against the juncture between her legs, showing his impatience. "Careful, Chakotay," she smiled and looked into his eyes, "or else you might spring a leak."
"Well then," he smiled and leaned down to be close to her, "at least you could say you finally got yours."
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