*~* Disclaimer *~* You've probably read about a thousand of these before, but let me re-instate it all for you. I don't own these characters, they belong to Paramount and TPTB, but the story is mine. Of course, if TPTB took a hint, then this story really wouldn't be needed. But then the rest of the J/C authors and myself would be out of a job. . . anyway! Does that about cover everything?
*~* Author's note *~* This story is entered in Bat'leth Wielding Furby's Coffee House Brew contest under the white coffee category. Thanks to Alexia for actually doing this contest in the first place, I know you're busy! Feel free to go to her site and vote for my story, or read the others and vote for your favorite! Although the voting won't start until April 13th, the address is: http: //www.members.tripod.com /batlethwieldingfurby /id62.htm . Also, all the medical terms used are real ones used in different Star Trek series, no matter how long and ridiculous they seem. I'm serious, you can look them up at the official Star Trek site. Lastly, please feel free to review, no matter what! :D
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Kathryn Janeway set down the report on her desk yawned tiredly as she leaned back in her chair. Her ready room seemed to get smaller and smaller with the larger amount of time she spent in it, going over report after report. It seemed like all she had been doing for the past six years was creating, receiving, and reading reports. She yawned again as the chime sounded, politely asking for entrance.
"Come in," she commanded in mid-yawn, covering her mouth as her first officer crossed over the threshold. Chakotay smiled at her, but shook his head at her stubbornness, letting her know a lecture was coming.
She held up her hand before he could say anything. "I know, I know. I shouldn't say up so late, read so many repots, and I need to cut down on my coffee intake. Does that about sum it up?" Kathryn said good-naturedly.
"Almost," Chakotay sat down in one of the chairs and leaned forward, resting his hands on the desk. "You need a break. I've taken it up with Tuvok, and we both believe that you should be on the next away mission."
"Ganging up on me, are you?" Kathryn considered for a moment, then decided that she would enjoy an away mission after being cooped up for so long. Chakotay kept talking, not thinking that she would give in so easily.
"Kathryn, I really think that you need to take a break, and I'm willing to take it up with the Doctor if necessary." He looked at her squarely. "And you know I'll do it."
"No need," Kathryn put up her hands in mock surrender. "I agree. I haven't been on an away mission for ages."
"All right, here's your mission," Chakotay handed her a report on a nearby planetoid, seeming slightly surprised at her rapid agreement.
"Didn't you just tell me not to read so many reports?" she teased him gently as she took it. "Class M planet, lots of greenery, probably a good place to stock up on supplies. What's all this brown?"
Chakotay shook his head. "We don't know yet. Harry doesn't think that we'll find out exactly what it is until the away team scans it. Pack your equipment, we'll be there in about three hours." He gave her a dimpled grin.
"Aye sir!" she replied with a smile.
*~* Author's note *~* This story is entered in Bat'leth Wielding Furby's Coffee House Brew contest under the white coffee category. Thanks to Alexia for actually doing this contest in the first place, I know you're busy! Feel free to go to her site and vote for my story, or read the others and vote for your favorite! Although the voting won't start until April 13th, the address is: http: //www.members.tripod.com /batlethwieldingfurby /id62.htm . Also, all the medical terms used are real ones used in different Star Trek series, no matter how long and ridiculous they seem. I'm serious, you can look them up at the official Star Trek site. Lastly, please feel free to review, no matter what! :D
=/\= =/\= =/\= =/\= =/\=
Kathryn Janeway set down the report on her desk yawned tiredly as she leaned back in her chair. Her ready room seemed to get smaller and smaller with the larger amount of time she spent in it, going over report after report. It seemed like all she had been doing for the past six years was creating, receiving, and reading reports. She yawned again as the chime sounded, politely asking for entrance.
"Come in," she commanded in mid-yawn, covering her mouth as her first officer crossed over the threshold. Chakotay smiled at her, but shook his head at her stubbornness, letting her know a lecture was coming.
She held up her hand before he could say anything. "I know, I know. I shouldn't say up so late, read so many repots, and I need to cut down on my coffee intake. Does that about sum it up?" Kathryn said good-naturedly.
"Almost," Chakotay sat down in one of the chairs and leaned forward, resting his hands on the desk. "You need a break. I've taken it up with Tuvok, and we both believe that you should be on the next away mission."
"Ganging up on me, are you?" Kathryn considered for a moment, then decided that she would enjoy an away mission after being cooped up for so long. Chakotay kept talking, not thinking that she would give in so easily.
"Kathryn, I really think that you need to take a break, and I'm willing to take it up with the Doctor if necessary." He looked at her squarely. "And you know I'll do it."
"No need," Kathryn put up her hands in mock surrender. "I agree. I haven't been on an away mission for ages."
"All right, here's your mission," Chakotay handed her a report on a nearby planetoid, seeming slightly surprised at her rapid agreement.
"Didn't you just tell me not to read so many reports?" she teased him gently as she took it. "Class M planet, lots of greenery, probably a good place to stock up on supplies. What's all this brown?"
Chakotay shook his head. "We don't know yet. Harry doesn't think that we'll find out exactly what it is until the away team scans it. Pack your equipment, we'll be there in about three hours." He gave her a dimpled grin.
"Aye sir!" she replied with a smile.