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Resistance really is futile	By : goofball Category: Star Trek > Voyager Views: 7729 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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About the story: So far so good, but now we leave to me well known territory. I have no clue why my characters suddenly decided to take me on a spin – to boldly write what Goofball has never written before. Please bear with me.
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Janeway did feel the lack of sleep the next morning, which is why she plucked the thermos, containing life-saving coffee, right out of Neelix’ hand after he’d poured her a cup and took it with her. On the other hand Janeway also felt full of energy, almost rejuvenated and it was very easy to find a smile or a kind word for crewmembers she met on the way.
On the Bridge Janeway found all the senior staff on duty – and only them. Even B’Elanna was at a workstation, busily tapping away at the console after greeting Janeway with a cursory glance. The only one missing was the Doctor. Thank the stars for small blessings.
Welcome aboard Voyager, where word travels at Warp 9.
Taking a seat in her chair, Janeway put the thermos down, but kept the cup in her hand as she turned to her First Officer and asked if there was anything to report.
“Nothing unusual happened outside the ship, Captain.”
Noting his infliction, Janeway lifted an enquiring eyebrow. “Oh, but something inside the ship did?”
“I believe you to be the better judge of that.” His smile didn’t quite reach his eyes. “I’ve heard from several people how surprised they were to see you having dinner with Seven in the Mess Hall.”
Janeway took a sip of lukewarm coffee, starting to feel uneasy about Chakotay’s reaction. “Nothing surprising about me having dinner or being in Seven’s company.” Janeway poured some hot coffee into the cup.
“Long night?” Chakotay wanted to know with a glance at the thermos.
Janeway looked at him. “Cut to the chase and ask the question you want to ask.” Her voice was low.
“Rumour has it that the dinner wasn’t just a simple dinner with a colleague.”
Janeway returned her gaze back to the view screen. “That isn’t a question.”
“But it is what the crew is talking about.”
Janeway turned her head to him. “That doesn’t make it a question, Chakotay.”
His pleasant smile disappeared. “Was it a date?”
“Yes.”
“I’m not sure that’s a wise decision.”
“Are you telling me this as a friend or in you capacity as my First Officer?”
“As both your friend and your First Officer.”
“Then as a friend I say thank you for your concern, even though I believe it to be unfounded,” Janeway replied and following a gut feeling, asked the computer to seal the Bridge against entrance and cut all sensors, before she got up and went next to the helm from where she could see everyone. Time to face the music.
Janeway let her gaze sweep the room. “Even though I am not in the habit of discussing private matters in a setting like this, I believe it to be necessary to do so now, since Commander Chakotay voiced his unease about my personal relationship.”
“Does that mean Seven and you are dating?” Tom asked from right beside Janeway.
“Yes, Lieutenant.”
“You’ve got balls,” he quipped.
“No, I don’t, but thanks anyway,” Janeway said, then frowned. “I think.”
Tom averted his gaze. “I’m sorry, Captain, I just wanted to say that…” he shrugged.
“Is that what it takes? Balls?” B’Elanna asked. “Just look at them and think about what you know of them.” Her eyes fell on Janeway. “They are a strong couple. Together they are a force to be reckoned with,” she stated, looking back at Tom. “They’re not Mok’tah.”
Everyone was silent and Janeway herself took a moment to let that sink in. “Thank you for the vote of confidence, Lieutenant,” she said, making a mental note to look up Mok’tah.
B’Elanna gave Janeway a curt nod then she lowered her eyes to the panel before her.
After a deep breath Janeway looked around the room. Two down, no actually three since she already knew Tuvok’s opinion. “Harry, do you have any objections to me, as your captain, engaging in a personal relationship?”
Harry smiled but before he could answer, Chakotay spoke up: “I am not questioning your decision to finally have a personal life.”
Janeway blinked in astonishment, but forced herself to keep her eyes on Harry, still waiting for his answer. Harry finally shook his head and looked at Janeway. “No, ma’am.”
Janeway gave him a brief smile, then gazed at Chakotay. “You are saying that it is not the fact of me having a relationship that makes you uneasy, but who I chose to be my partner. Care to elaborate?” No smile for him.
“I would, in your Ready Room.”
“If you have doubts about my capability to captain this ship in regard of my relationship with Seven, then I believe that to be the perfect time and place with all the senior staff at hand.” And not only because it concerned all of them as well, but also because Janeway’s own doubts weren’t that far around the corner and she would be foolish to cut herself off the support she’d have here.
“Very well,” Chakotay said and stood up. “Now that I know about your feelings for Seven, it finally makes sense that you would put your ship and your crew at risk to chase after her over and over again.”
“Excuse me?”
“You heard me, Kathryn.”
Janeway narrowed her eyes at him. “I heard your words, Commander, but I’m not sure I understand what you are saying.” She cut him off with a gesture of her hand before he could reply. “Are you saying that I am willing to risk more if it is Seven who is in danger?”
“That is exactly what I’m saying. You’ve become reckless.”
“More reckless than flying the ship through a binary pulsar?” Tom said loud enough to make Harry lift his hand and cough behind it.
Janeway shot a mock glare at the helmsman, who ducked his head.
“You might think this is funny, Mr. Paris,” Chakotay. “But not everything in life is a joke.”
“You might-“
“Gentlemen, please.” Janeway said. There was enough tension in the room, she did not need the two of them at each other’s throats.
“Commander, if you’re referring to the incident with the Equinox, you yourself said that Seven wasn’t the only reason I was hell bent on going after them,” Janeway said. “Or have you conveniently forgotten that?”
“Maybe I was wrong and she was the real reason. It would fit.”
Janeway shook her head. “You of all people should know why I did what I did.”
“I’m not so sure about that.”
Janeway’s uneasiness concerning their ability to trust each other grew.
“What I don’t understand is how going after Seven is any different than going after anyone else on this ship.”
Janeway’s eyes shifted to Harry, who was looking at Chakotay.
“The Captain never left one of us behind,” Harry added.
Chakotay ignored the young ensign and stared at Janeway.
“Do you truly believe I wouldn’t do the same for any of you?” Janeway asked quietly, hoping to get through to him.
“You didn’t have to rescue one of the crew every couple of months.”
“And how often was it Seven’s fault that she was in a tight spot?” Janeway inquired feeling ire rising inside her.
“You confronted the Borg-queen even though she went back there willingly!”
Janeway stared at him in disbelief. “Chakotay, what the hell is going on? You know that she left because she wanted to keep Voyager and us safe.”
“So you say,” he replied curtly, crossing his arms in front of him. “You believe everything she says, you’ve become too lenient with her. She’s argumentative, arrogant and she doesn’t know her place.”
B’Elanna let out a laugh. “Now doesn’t that sound familiar?”
Chakotay glanced briefly over his shoulder. “That’s different.”
“Oh really,” B’Elanna replied sarcastically. “Well, I don’t think so. When I came aboard this ship I couldn’t have cared one iota for anything Starfleet. I had a temper-“
Several coughs were heard and even Janeway herself had to supress a smile.
“Alright, I still have a temper,” B’Elanna conceded, wagging her head a bit. “But what I’m saying is that I gave the Captain and you plenty of headaches. I ignored protocol, I argued, I insulted people. Hell, I’ve even beaten them.”
“Again, Lieutenant, that’s different.”
B’Elanna braced herself on the workstation and leaned forward. “You know what, Commander, you’re actually right. It’s quite different. I grew up around certain expectations and standards for social behaviour, even though I didn’t like them, at least I knew about them. Seven had none of that. She’s been with the Borg since she was a child.” B’Elanna tilted her head slightly, scrutinizing Chakotay, who had finally turned sideways to look at her.
“You describe her like she was back then, just severed from the Collective. And as you well know, I wasn’t a big fan of her. But she’s changed, Chakotay. She’s adapted more to us then I would have ever thought possible.” She straightened up. “She has put herself on the line for us on more than one occasion, long before most of us started to accept her fully in our midst.” B’Elanna snorted and looked at Janeway. “She even went against the Captains orders, because it would better serve the safety of the ship. By now I believe she’d do anything in her power to keep us safe.” She crossed her arms and eyed Chakotay. “Simply because we are her family now, her Collective.”
“It’s strange to hear you defending her, when I think about the constant reports I hear from people witnessing you two fight down in Engineering.”
“Seriously? Is that what they say, that we’re fighting?” B’Elanna let out a laugh. “Well. You might call it a battle,” she said with a shrug. “But it’s a battle of wits. Anyone who would care to listen to what we’re actually saying, would notice that we’re bantering, not fighting.”
Janeway tried to imagine Seven and B’Elanna bantering and couldn’t help the grin forming on her face. “I’m sure the two of you come up with the most interesting insults.”
“You could say that.” The corner of B’Elanna’s mouth twitched. “Yeah, we’re pretty inventive.”
“Alright then, if every one of you is so content on how things are right now, let’s take a look at how it might be in the future.” Chakotay turned back to face Janeway. “What will happen if we’re in a situation where it would be crucial to send Seven in danger? I don’t believe you’d be willing to put her at risk.”
And there it was, Janeway’s own fear voiced by her First Officer. Thank you, Seven, for preparing me for that one.
“With all due respect, Commander, but your reasoning is illogical on two different accounts.” Tuvok stated before Janeway had even opened her mouth to reply.
“Then by all means, enlighten me.”
“Very well,” Tuvok replied stoically. “First, regardless of the Captain pursuing a relationship with Seven of Nine, or deciding not to, her emotions would still be the same, in effect causing the same presumed difficulty.”
No arguments from Janeway on this one.
“Secondly and even more importantly,” he continued. “In my experience with the human race, I have witnessed that deeper emotions like trust, deep friendship or even love seldom occur in a matter of hours. It then is only logical to assume that the Captain’s feelings for Seven have developed over a period of time and have existed prior to yesterday. As of yet I have seen no evidence that would proof your point.” Tuvok glanced at Janeway. “And knowing Captain Janeway I am sure from now on she’ll expect more from Seven than from anyone else, even unduly so, just to make sure that there will be no ground for complaints.” Tuvok’s eyebrow lifted slightly, as if daring Janeway to contradict him.
Janeway knew it wouldn’t to her any good, but she still gave him a mock glare.
“I see you have everyone on your side,” Chakotay said.
Janeway’s humour faded. “That’s enough with the open discussion,” she said, using her command-voice. ”Wait in my Ready Room, Commander.”
“Now you want to take this private?”
“Yes, but not for my own benefit.”
He narrowed his eyes at Janeway, then turned on his heels and stalked across the bridge.
“That’s one unhappy fellow,” Tom muttered.
“Indeed,” Janeway replied equally softly, then patted him on the shoulder. “Alright, every one, back to work. Tuvok, you have the Bridge.”
Janeway went to her chair and took the cup and the thermos. Her gaze landed on B’Elanna’s shoes underneath the workstation. Janeway took a step back and looked up, waiting to catch B’Elanna’s eyes.
“I’d love to hear some of your inventions,” Janeway said, as B’Elanna looked at her.
B’Elanna’s eyes grew wide before she shook her head. “Oh no, you wouldn’t.”
Janeway grinned. “Oh yes, I would.”
“Yeah well, let me rephrase then: I’m sure you would, but I’m absolutely positive that I don’t want to talk about them with you.”
With her finger, Janeway indicated B’Elanna to lean closer, which she did. “You do realise that your refusal doesn’t diminish my curiosity in the slightest?”
“That’s too bad then, I guess.” B’Elanna straightened up. “It was nice chatting with you, but I have to get back to work, Captain’s orders.”
“Duly noted,” Janeway laughed, then said softly: “B’Elanna?”
“Yes?”
There was much Janeway wanted to but couldn’t say right now, so she went for a simple but heartfelt: “Thank you.”
B’Elanna nodded, just looking silently at Janeway for a moment, before her gazed darted towards the front of the Bridge then back to Janeway. “It was my pleasure.”
Janeway smiled and turned towards her Ready Room, wondering if B’Elanna was reminded of her own relationship with Tom and how some people might have thought about her.
The doors hissed open and straightening her back, Janeway stepped into her office.
Chakotay stood with his back to Janeway and stared out of the window, not acknowledging her entrance.
With a silent sigh, Janeway moved over to the desk, put the thermos down and after looking into the cup, put that down as well. She couldn’t fathom why people kept telling her she’d consume too much coffee. It was always cold before she really got to it.
Since she had no inclination to move past the brooding officer to the Replicator, Janeway weighed her options. She could either gulp down the cold coffee or dump it into the plant. No more cold coffee. With a silent apology to the plant, Janeway emptied the cup into the flower pot, before pouring some nicely steaming liquid into it.
With the cup in her hand, Janeway then leaned against the desk. Having made up her mind about how to approach the subject, she sighed again as she looked onto the rigid back of her First Officer and friend. “Let’s get to the bottom of this, because what I’ve heard so far doesn’t make any sense and it doesn’t sound like the Chakotay I know,” Janeway said. “It leaves me wondering if all of those alleged grievances have anything at all to do with Seven’s or my own work-performance. And that leads me to one conclusion I don’t like.”
“Join the club.”
Janeway lifted an eyebrow. “So your discontent is of a private nature.”
“How many possible partners are there for me on this ship?”
Janeway really didn’t like where this was going. “I have no idea, because I honestly never thought about it.”
Finally Chakotay turned around. “There are only two females on Voyager who I’d consider to be suitable partners.”
Red alert claxons began sounding in Janeway’s head.
Chakotay fixed her with his dark eyes. “You both would have been good mates for me.”
Even though Janeway wasn’t as surprised as she would have been a couple of minutes ago, she wanted to make sure that she was on the right track. “Both of us as in Seven and, no, or myself?”
“That’s right.”
The gall of him! Janeway shook her head and put down the cup. “You have a hell of a way of showing your emotions,” she said, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “You discredited both of us repeatedly. Do you really believe that after that spectacle-“ she pointed to the door leading to the bridge, “you’d stand a chance with me? Not to mention that I’ve never had any romantic feelings towards you.”
“You’re forgetting that I was with you on New Earth.”
“On New Earth my friend gave me a massage and got confused about his own feelings and-“
Something in Chakotay’s eyes flashed and with a roar he charged towards Janeway.
There was no way she would have gotten to her phaser in time and there was only one thing Janeway could do. She hit her Com-Badge. “Medical emergency, transport Chakotay to sickbay. NOW!” Janeway’s heart hammered as he got closer and she slid onto the desk, lifting her legs, prepared to kick the living daylight out of him. He was near enough now for Janeway to recognize hatred in his eyes. Then his molecules began to dissolve.
tbc
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