“I see that you did.” Kathryn said seductively as she stared at his crotch.  He blushed.  She stepped forward again as her hands went to his jacket zipper.  He stopped her before his jacket was completely removed.

“What the hell’s going on here?”

“Isn’t it obvious?” She giggled at him, but her eyes told another story.  Those beautiful blue eyes reflected a deep passion.  Something that Chakotay had never seen in her before.  He felt the heat of his body rise involuntarily in response. A single bead of sweat slid down the side of his face.

“You’re sizzling.  Let’s see if I can cool you off.”  She pulled at his jacket once more as she licked the damp trail left on his face.  As the jacket fell to the floor, the Maquis in Commander Chakotay took over.  This is not Kathryn, but who is she?  She took his shirt and began to lift it off.

“Captain, you’re needed on the bridge.  The ion storm has strengthened and we’re having trouble breaking orbit.”  Harry’s voice rang through Janeway’s comm badge, which had been placed on the table.

Janeway looked at Chakotay expectantly.  He waited for her to answer. 

“Go ahead answer it.”  Her voice gave away her frustration.

He cautiously instructed Harry.  “Reroute all available power to reverse thrusters.  I’m on my way.”

“Aye, Sir.”   He waited for her to take action but she said nothing.

“Your duty calls, my sweet Captain.  I’ll have to finish this another time.”  She thinks I’m the captain of Voyager, Chakotay thought.  He stared at her in disbelief.  He felt it best to play along with her.  He nodded in agreement, but remained silent.  Grabbing his jacket, she handed it back to him.  She nervously looked at the floor, trying to think of what to say that would help the situation.  Something was bothering him, but she could not figure out what.  She finally looked back up at him, with that crocked smile of hers.

“Will you let me into your cabin so I take a bubble bath while you’re away?”

He smiled at the thought of her covered in bubbles.

“My tub is your tub.”  His smile grew larger.  Memories from New Earth reminded him of how much she enjoyed a good bath.  She kissed his cheek in thanks.  He headed for the door, but she stopped him.  She was in front of him before he knew what was happening.  Her lips pressed to his, then she gently sucked on his lower lip leaving him stunned.  She stopped almost as quickly as she had started it. 

“To make you hurry back to me.”  She explained with a mischievous tone.  This time he left, but he could hear her laughing to herself as he went out the door.  His fingers went to his lip willing the tingling sensation to go away as he walked to the bridge.  He was thankful for the walk it took him to get to the bridge.  It gave his body a chance to relax and his mind to think out the possibilities of what happened to his Captain.

“Computer, locate Captain Janeway.”

“Captain Janeway is in her quarters.”

After the crisis was easily averted and Voyager was now at a safe distance from the planet, Chakotay turned his focus on Janeway.

“Tuvok, I’d like to speak with you in the ready room.”  The Vulcan lifted his eyebrow in curiosity.  The Commander rarely called him after his shift was over.  And even more rare was the fact that Chakotay was using the ready room.  But the most unusual was the Captain’s absence on the bridge. 

“Tuvok, I believe something may be wrong with the Captain.”

“In what way?”

“She wasn’t behaving like herself when I saw her last.”

“Could you elaborate more.”

Chakotay blushed slightly at the thought of explaining to his chief of security that the Captain had tried to seduce him.  And almost succeeded, he reminded himself.

“I can’t actually pinpoint it.”  He omitted the direct truth. “But for one thing, she seems to believe I’m the Captain of Voyager.”

“Most curious.”

“I don’t want to alarm the crew just yet, but I need you to help me determine if she’s an impostor or just delirious.  I’m bringing her to sickbay in the morning, but in the meantime I’d like you to have your teams be on the alert for anything out of the ordinary. ”

“I’d like to be notified when the Doctor has any results.  I can then determine my line of interrogation.  In the meantime I will review all the logs during the time the Captain was on the planet.”

“Agreed.”

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Her father belonged to Starfleet, so naturally she had followed in his footsteps. But her loyalty had been to herself, not Starfleet, her main objective revenge.  In it’s beginnings Starfleet seemed to be a promising organization with high ideals, but something had gone wrong.  Many admirals had become corrupt and the ideals quickly lost, only to be replaced by an overriding policy of domination.  Her father had put in for an early retirement, the only option for him to leave the armada without causing suspicion and retaliation.  But it came too late.  In a shuttle on their way home to Earth, her father and fiancé were attacked by the Maquis.  A rebel action to attract attention to their cause.  Janeway made it her mission to end the Maquis movement, even if she had to do it one ship at a time.  The Liberty had been no exception, as she had lead the Maquis ship into the Badlands.  Her plan was to lead them straight into an ambush.  But as fate would have it, both ships were pulled into the Delta Quadrant.  Her ship was quickly seized and she was thrown in the brig.  It was there that she discovered from her undercover friend, Tuvok that her father’s death had not been at the hands of the Maquis, but of Starfleet’s.

“It appears that I have erred in my judgment of the armada.”  Tuvok’s simple statement had caused her whole world to turn upside down.  If had not been for Chakotay’s trusting nature, which appeared in offering her the position of First Officer, she would not have survived the betrayal.  A major turning point in her life took place, in what was now his ready room, as they shook hands at her acceptance to his offer.  Janeway was so captivated by her counterpart’s logs that she didn’t hear Chakotay’s entrance.

“Planning a mutiny again?” He asked he jokingly, but his laughter stopped quickly when he saw how startled she appeared.

“No… I … was just making a log entry.” He knew she was lying.

“Kathryn, I’ve told you before, if you want to read my reports just ask.”  He was slightly irritated or tired; she couldn’t quite decide which.

“I’m sorry, Captain.”  The word tasted bitter in her mouth for some reason.  “May I please have access to your logs for the past two weeks.”  She hoped to appease him, and give her the vital information she needed at the same time.

“That’s much better.”  He smiled.  She waited, but he made no move to comply with her request.  Instead he began to program the replicator for their dinner.  He indicated he expected her to join him.  As they ate he questioned her about the mining mission she had finished.  He was deliberately ignoring her request for the logs, and that angered her.  She answered all his inquiries hoping they would fit into what was expected on this ship.  They moved to the couch for coffee, and she finally couldn’t take it any more, bursting out her accusation.

“You want me to beg for the reports, don’t you?  Or was it just for me to be obedient the Captain.”  She sounded harsher than she had intended, be he paid no attention to it.  He pulled her onto his lap and took her chin in his hand, making her look into his eyes.

“There’s only one instance I want to hear you beg.”  He was sensual yet serious and she became overwhelmed with emotions.  His desire for her ran deep, but deeper yet was his love for her.  “Computer disable Chakotay lockout delta six phi. Give Commander Janeway full access to all my logs and files. Resume lockout.” 

“Acknowledged.”

He smiled at her.  Begging for files was no longer required.  His eyes made his next agenda clear.  When his hands began caressing her sides and she quickly jumped off of his lap, almost falling to the floor.  He stood up as well, mistaking her actions as eagerness to get to the bedroom.  He took her hand pulling her into the next room.  He moved in to caress her again, but she stepped back.  He gave her a questioning look.  She desperately tried to think of a reasonable reason why she didn’t want to make love with him without causing suspicion.  She blurted out the first excuse that came to mind.

“We can’t.  My cycle…” 

He chortled taking her hands in his.

“When has that stopped me before?”

“I… ah …well... I… ” She didn’t know what to say.  The tried and true excuse of ‘woman’s problems’ had failed, what was she going to do now?

“You’re still mad at me, aren’t you?”  He charged.

Okay.  She decided to run with it.  She tried to look angry.  “Of course, I’m still mad.”  I only hope you’ll tell me why.

“Kathryn, you disobeyed a direct order and crashed a shuttle, what was I suppose to do?”  He was exasperated with her.

“I did what I thought was right.” She countered, at least now she had an idea what she was arguing about.  An old saying her mother used to say came to mind, and she hoped it would be true tonight.  Never go to bed angry.

“I’m not debating that.  But you disobeyed an order.  I would expect you of all people would understand.  How would I explain it to the crew if I didn’t reprimand you for that?  She’s my lover so that makes her immune to regulations.  You know I couldn’t do that.  Our personal relationship can not interfere with the workings off this ship.”

It was hard to argue with him when she agreed with everything he had said, but she had to keep the conflict going.  She took another guess.

“I think your punishment went too far.  You overcompensated because of it.”

“I think a week in the brig was fair.”  His anger was all but gone now, his smile returning.  “Besides, it a punishment on me too.  Do you how many times I wanted to go to you in the middle of the night, relieve the security guard and make love to you in your cell?”

Oh no, he was going back to a subject she wanted to avoid.  She maintained her angry pout hoping it would work.  “You made the decision, you have to deal with it.”

“Fine.” He gave in, amusement in his voice.  “I’m a patient man.  I’ll be right next to you when you decide to forgive me.”  She let out a breath of relief, thinking he was dismissing her to her quarters.  She went to exit the bedroom, but he grabbed her hand. 

“Not so fast.  The last week you’ve slept alone in an empty cell, I won’t let your first night out of the brig to be alone too.”  He lifted the covers for her to get into the bed.  She gave him a wary look.

“I won’t change my mind, just because I’m lying in your bed.” She told him defensively.  She hoped this would end all his thoughts of sex.

“I know you won’t.”  She knew of no other way out of this situation, so she climbed into the bed and threw the covers over her head.  He removed his clothes and entered the bed on the other side.  He pulled her close to him, wrapping his arms around her.  He whispered into her ear.

“I missed you, Kathryn.” 

She remained silent and still.  She was thankful he drifted to sleep rather quickly and loosened his grip.

He actually pondered at how stiff she became in his arms.  She never behaved like that before, even when she was angry with him.  He released her slightly and worried about what was troubling her.

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