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Setting: early in the journey.
Focus
By Rocky
The door to his cabin opens and the Captain slips in hurriedly, her
face flushed.
"You're late," Chakotay says, taking another sip of Denebian ale.
"Alpha shift ended forty minutes ago."
"Something came up in Engineering," she says apologetically. "It took
longer than I thought--I would have commed you otherwise."
"Personnel problem?" He observes her carefully over the rim of his
glass.
"No, no," she quickly assures him. "It's the secondary plasma
relays--ever since that last Kazon attack, the energy mass conversion
ratio has been--"
He cuts off the technical explanation with an impatient gesture. "So
Torres is working out as Chief Engineer?"
"Yes." She gives him a tentative smile. "That was a good idea of yours."
"Only kind I have." He puts the glass down and stands up. He hears her
sharp intake of breath as he approaches, but she doesn't resist as he
removes her hair pins and runs his hands through the newly freed auburn
waves. She is compliant, almost unnaturally still as he caresses her
face and throat, squeezes her breast through the heavy material of her
uniform. Her eyes are closed as he brings his lips to hers.
"Dinner can wait," he says abruptly. "Let's go to bed."
Janeway retrieves her jacket from the floor, careful not to disturb the
man slumbering in the bed behind her. She attempts to twist her hair
into some semblance of its former bun, school her features back into a
neutral expression. There. No one will suspect a thing.
As she is about to leave, she glances back involuntarily. Chakotay is
still deeply asleep, one arm flung possessively over the space she
recently occupied. Her lips tighten, and then she takes a deep breath,
forces herself to relax. She has made a number of compromises with her
Starfleet principles since arriving in the Delta Quadrant, compromises
she would have thought impossible only a few short weeks ago. But
necessity has its own rules, and she has vowed to not look back, but
continue on the path she has chosen--or rather, has been chosen for
her. She will stay focused on what is truly important--and necessary
for survival.
For now, the alliance with the Maquis on board Voyager remains intact, and that's
all that matters.
FINIS
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