BOOKEND DRABBLES

"This Is Nothing" and "Simpatico" are bookend drabbles, meaning they complement each other, or tell a story together. So I've put them together for your reading ease. Enjoy.

Summary: I think the indomitable Kathryn Janeway is big enough to figure out what to do with her life once Voyager gets back. Chakotay and Seven are just a bizarre anomaly, and Kathryn knows it. I think that after seven years of shared heartbreaks and joys with her First, her choice is a no-brainer.

Author's Note: Happy Birthday, JCFicHaven.

Copyright October, 2002; by LA Koehler

This Is Nothing

I'll be damned before I'm undone by this. By this...

Hostile species-they all wanted blood. Pain. Torture. Sacrifice. Those things are real, they hurt, and I gave--I gave it all. But this...

Friendly species wanted sweat. Labor. Help. Sometimes technology, if it was allowed-I followed the protocols. Did everything properly. Now we're finally home and I've got...what--this?

Oh, I don't think so.

All that's required of me to overcome this...is to ask, dammit. To say "I want us, Chakotay-please let us happen" and mean it.

No pain, all gain. With calm resolve I approach him.


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Summary: I happen to think the steady, level Chakotay would recognize a crossroad when he came to one, and know which path to choose, too. After all, he'd been pondering the one road for nearly seven years...

Author's Note: Ladies Before Gentlemen-read Kathryn's This Is Nothing first, please, for full effect. Happy Birthday, JCFicHaven.

Copyright October, 2002; by LA Koehler

Simpatico

You could ask me what the hell I was thinking. Get in line-I can't even tell myself. It was...flattering. Harmless, too, except...

But I was so...

Since Quarra, well...

Maybe our dance hit some seven-year itch; who knows?

Seven's options for safe "exploration" were limited on Voyager, but now she can choose more methodically, find the emotions she's seeking. I'm glad.

Me? I've known exactly what I've wanted since I met Kathryn. So it's past time I tell her-we serve us, now.

Before I can turn, I feel a touch. Of course I know it's her.



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