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WHEN THE TIME IS RIGHT, MY KATHRYN.

By JO aka the Hopping Hamster.

CHAPTER 1

Will you wait for me, my Kathryn?

The door chime to his quarters chimed. It woke him up; sleepily he demanded the computer to tell him the time.

"The time is 03:00 hours"

Who could it be at 03:00 hours? Then he remembered- Kathryn… she was the only person who would dare wake the big guy up from his sleep. Chakotay sat up in bed for a while, what should he do? Should he let her in? The door chimed again, Chakotay angrily shook his head, and it was the middle of the night!

"Go to sleep Kathryn" he muttered to himself "it's not my fault you drink too much coffee."

Again the door chimed for a third time. Chakotay was about to stand up but then changed his mind and flopped down on the bed and pulled the covers back up and closed his eyes tight. Not this time Kathryn he thought, I have had enough of being your nodding dog.

It was 02:55 hours; Kathryn Janeway sat slumped on the floor of her quarters. Tears where streaming down her face, the great Captain of Voyager was breaking down, she had been for weeks. She hadn't told anybody. How could she? She was the captain; she had an example to set. She had a ship to run and an image to maintain. But all the while in private she, Kathryn Janeway was nothing like the Captain Janeway her crew knew. Kathryn sat rocking backwards and forwards as she slouched in the dark on the floor in a corner of her quarter's tears pouring down her cheeks from her raw red eyes. She let her auburn hair cover her face. Her own arms were wrapped around her body hugging herself, there was nobody to hug a captain, and all she wanted was a comforting hug. She remembered back to when voyager was travelling through a "void" as her crew nicely named it, her guilt and depression had overpowered her then, she had lost control of herself then. When the crew's moral needed lifting because of the sheer boredom and emptiness they would be facing for two years their great captain had hidden in her quarters, depressed and lonely. Even when Chakotay had come to care for her and offered to share his holodeck time with her she had bitterly turned him away. Chakotay was a private man, she knew that, he hardly ever shared his holodeck time, for him that was is private time to spend alone in the comfort of his own thoughts and ways. Why had she turned Chakotay away then? When she needed him? The only person aboard this ship who could care for her….. Chakotay!... She thought if there was anyone who would care and understand it would be Chakotay, she found all the courage in her to stand up and go to his quarters. She needed to tell him what she had been doing to himself these last weeks.

She hesitated for a second outside the door to Chakotay's quarters and then chimed the bell. She waited for what felt like an eternity, shivering with tears streaming down her face. When there was no reply she had tired again, and then again. Three times she had chimed his door with no effect.

"Computer locate Commander Chakotay" She asked the computer

"Commander Chakotay is in his quarters." The computer replied. OK so she hadn't been expecting that. Why would he not answer the door then?

"Is he awake?" she tentatively asked.

"Affirmative." Came the reply.

"Is he alone?"She dreaded the reply, if he was in his quarters at 03:00 hours with somebody else it would destroy her and she knew it.

"Affirmative." The computer replied. Well that was a relief in any case.

Kathryn didn't want to chime his bell for a fourth time, she knew that there was a reason he wasn't answering his door, even if she didn't actually at that point in time know what it was she knew there was one. She knew that Chakotay would know it to be her outside his door at 03:00 hours and she knew he would not ignore her without good reason. She, Captain Kathryn Elizabeth Janeway of the federation starship Voyager would not beg, not for anything and least of all a hug, even if she was so desperately in need of one. Slowly Kathryn went back next door to her own quarters. As the door to her quarters swished open to it's left swished open another door, the same door Kathryn had just been standing next to seconds before. Out of that door came the very sleepy looking first officer, Chakotay in baggy grey sweat pants, bare feet, topless and a very concerned look on his face, his brows drawn together causing the deep black lines of the tattoo he wore over his left eye to distort slightly. Chakotay glanced to his right just in time to see the frail, tiny figure of his captain step inside the door to her quarters. Chakotay stood and watched as the doors to her quarters swished shut again separating him from her.

What should I do now? He wondered slowly, very slowly and light on his feet the great Indian warrior walked quietly to the grey doors that now separated him from his Kathryn, yes she would always be my Kathryn he thought. He placed one of his big copper coloured palms on the line where the two sides of the door joined. "Oh my dearest Kathryn" he whispered alone, almost to the door it's self. "My Kathryn, I am hurt by you, yet I know you are hurting too. I want to be the one to hold you, to comfort you and to tell you all will be OK. Oh Kathryn, I so want to be angry with you too. I want to tell you of my anger and pain for what you have done to me but not here, not now, will you wait for me? Will you wait until I can talk to you about this Kathryn?" Of cause the door did not reply and the small redheaded woman inside the room could not hear her first officers whisper. Chakotay turned and slowly walked back to his quarters, as the door to his own swished open he glanced back to his Captain's door once more, yes she would always be his captain, then he stepped inside his door as it swished shut behind him. Returning to the comfort of his own bed he knew in the morning he would sit by her side and serve her as her first officer and neither would mention the night before, never to be mentioned until the time be right for both of them. When will I know if that time has come? Chakotay wondered to himself as he drifted slowly off to sleep….

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