Fan Fiction
TITLE: The Transporter Incident
AUTHOR: Briana L. Wright
RATING: PG
CODES: C/T
AUTHOR'S NOTES: Not much of a plot, I'm afraid -- just a bit of fun. Revised from the original version as of 04/04.
SUMMARY: Our lovers have a tiff.
B'Elanna Torres stormed after him down the corridor toward the transporter room. "Oh, no you don't!"
Commander Chakotay kept walking. "We are not having this conversation again, B'Elanna."
When the half-Klingon caught up with him, she angrily grabbed his wrist, preventing him from going any further. "You're damn right 'we' are not having this conversation. I am making the decision for you. NOW."
His lips pursed at her persistence and his brow furrowed. With only a few minutes to spare before he was due to meet the away team, Chakotay grew impatient. "Don't make me pull rank on you, Torres."
She stepped within inches of his personal space, paying no mind to his formality. She glared. "You wouldn't dare," she hissed, half-threatening, half-challenging him.
Chakotay felt the burn of his lover's gaze. She was right, of course. Rank would not help him win this fight, and she was too stubborn to let him get away with it.
"No," he admitted. "I suppose I wouldn't."
"Good, because I could kill you for even thinking it."
He grinned in spite of himself. He was all too familiar with her physical capabilities.
"I'm going with you and that's it," Torres declared.
"The captain needs you here," Chakotay insisted. "You know that."
"And what about what I need?" she asked him in earnest. "If you die down there, I at least want to be there when it happens."
Her concern for him mixed in with the fear so obvious in her voice made Chakotay's heart drop. He made an attempt to reassure her. "B'Elanna, this is not the first away mission I've been on."
Before he could argue further, she took his face in her hands and claimed his mouth with hers. The rest of her body followed, fitting snuggly against him.
When the kiss ended, Chakotay was breathless. How easily the fires of passion were ignited.
"And it won't be the last," she breathed onto his lips. "I'm going to make sure of that."
They stood embraced for a time, basking in a moment's content. Finally, Chakotay gave in. "All right."
Torres placed a thankful kiss to his mouth again before they both proceeded to the transporter.
Moments later, the first officer entered the room with B'Elanna at his side.
Tom Paris and Harry Kim exchanged amused looks. Lieutenant Tuvok raised a curious eyebrow. Each knew how adamant Chakotay was about keeping Torres on board the ship unless her expertise was absolutely necessary. Away missions like these were often invitation to argue.
For a brief moment, they awaited the inevitable. But all they got was silence.
Chakotay took his place on the pad and nodded to the officer at the console. Just as the transporter engaged, he turned to B'Elanna.
"I love you," he said with a warm smile. He saw her return the favor milliseconds before her molecules were disassembled.
Fortunately, that was the last Chakotay saw of her as he, Paris, Kim and Tuvok reappeared on the planet's surface. The three of them stared at Chakotay with confusion. He offered a satisfied grin.
"She loves my twisted sense of humor."
Meanwhile, within the confinement of Voyager's brig, B'Elanna Torres yelled in fury:
"DAMN YOU, Chakotay!!!"
