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Just a little something I wrote to stave off the writer’s block and give my attention a break from the thing I’ve been working on.

Janeway/Chakotay, 740 words, romance. Un-beta’d and only loosely edited.

The ground levelled off beneath his feet and Chakotay found himself standing at the top of the plateau, gazing out across the lush planet below. He squeezed the hand that was tightly gripping his. “Look, Kathryn. We made it!”

“Oh good.” With a groan, she let go of his hand and collapsed onto the hard ground. “I am never going hiking with you again.”

“It’s not even that big, Kathryn. You’re overreacting.”

“Too. Big.”

“Look, you can see half the planet from up here!” With his dimples in full force, he looked back at his companion, who was sitting on the ground with a scowl on her face and massaging the tenderness out of her legs.

“Come look at the view, Kathryn. That’ll make it all worth it.”

“I’m not sure I trust my legs to hold my weight for a while,” she grumbled.

Without a second thought, he leaned down beside her and scooped her up in her arms, earning himself a surprised shout right next to his ear. Kathryn wrapped her arms tightly around his shoulders.

“Well this is a little taller than I’m used to being,” she chuckled. “Don’t you dare drop me!”

He was right, though. The view was spectacular. Breathing deeply of the crisp, cool breeze, they looked out over the alien terrain which was dotted with the yellow and blue uniforms of the other away teams. Most of them had been very eager to volunteer for a chance to stretch their legs and breathe non-recycled air. Feeling a touch of cabin fever herself, Kathryn couldn’t blame them.

“Going down,” Chakotay said suddenly. He set Kathryn lightly on her feet. “I brought lunch if you’re hungry.”

“After that hike? I’m famished!”

After handing Kathryn the sandwiches he had made for them, Chakotay took his holo-imager out of his pack and focussed it on the view around them. A flock of large birds perched in a tree below. Snap. A group of yellow-shouldered crewmembers gathered in and around a canyon where Lieutenant Torres was leading mining operations. Snap. A small but hardly plant growing nearby, the size of a small violet, with a tiny blue flower waving in the wind. Snap.

Kathryn, sitting cross-legged on the ground with an enormous flask beside her and a steaming mug clasped in her hands, her eyes closed in blissful satisfaction.


“Trust you to remember the coffee,” he said, stowing his camera back in his pack.

“There’s containers of milk and sugar in there with the extra cup.”

Quietly happy with her thoughtfulness, he felt around in her bag for the promised items, but instead came up with a small bundle loosely wrapped in blue paper.

“What’s this?” he asked, turning the package over in his hands.

“I know the wrapping isn’t great – god knows I never could copy my mother’s deft touch with the paper – but you never miss my birthday, so I wanted to give you something.”

“I told you not to go to any trouble on my account.”

“You always say that and I always ignore you.” He carefully unwrapped the bundle in his lap and held up the item inside. “But, I’m starting to run out of gift ideas,” Kathryn admitted.

“A scarf?” he asked, fingering the soft yarn.

“It was either that or socks.”

“Socks? Why socks?”

Kathryn shrugged. “Well, what else am I supposed to get for the man who has everything?”

“You didn’t have to get me anything.”

“Hey! I made that myself!”

“And you did a beautiful job. I’m just saying you don’t have to waste your replicator rations on–”

His words were lost as her slender hands came up to cup his face and his lips became locked in a searing kiss. Time slowed and the moment stretched out, until eventually both were forced to come up for breath. The taste of coffee lingered on his lips. His hands found their way around her waist and pulled her closer.

“Is that my real present?” he asked softly.

“If you want it.” Her finger gently brushed the lines of his tattoo, and her breath tickled his cheek.

“I want much more than just a kiss,” he said, hoping he was reading her right. If that wasn’t what she was offering and he scared her away….

“How about staying for breakfast?” The corner of her mouth quirked up in the beginning of a smile.

“Only if I replicate the food.”


The Holoprogram

It has been about three years since I have written fanfiction, but I felt really inspired. Let me know what you think, any and all feedback would be appriciated!


Tom Paris has spent many hours in the Holographic Research Lab, but in all of his time on Voyager, he had never seen the captain down here. “Mr. Paris,” she says pushing her way through the threshold.

She quickly started her way down the corridor, Tom pausing a second before calling after her. “Captain!” 

She stops, turns around on her heels. “Mr. Paris,” she repeats.

“You aren’t making adjustments to any of my holoprograms again? I would hate to have a repeat performance of the after effects of your adjustments to a certain bartender,” He pouts, gesturing to his face.

She arched her eyebrow at the comment, flashing the lieutenant a smirk.  “Oh no. My days of touching your masterpieces are over.” 

Then what could she be doing? Perhaps research. He takes a breath to ask but stops short. She seems eager to leave, taking the lull in the conversation as a chance to escape, turning back down the corridor. “If that is all-”

“What were you working on?” He blurts out.

She stops abruptly. Shit. You had to open your mouth Paris, stupid. He is surprised, however, to find her with the cheesiest grin. “You want to find out?”


“Computer, active program Janeway zeta six.”

Beeping in compliance, the doors to the holodeck slid open. Tom’s eyes grew wide in awe. It was at this moment that he realized that he was not the only person on the ship with a knack for creating holoprograms. Looking over to the captain, she gestured for him to enter first, which he did tentatively. 

Infront of him was a landscape, seemingly untouched. The grass was tall and stretched on for as far as the eye can see. It sloped upward gently to a willow tree which stood proudly on its own. The air was crisp, with a slight herbal smell and a pinch of something almost floral. Could almost make a person forget that the air was recycled. 

Walking up to the top of the slope, Tom stopped, leaning against the tree to look over the valley in front of him. It was at this point he realized how long it had seen this much green. A slight breeze let the wild grass sway a little in the wind, the rustling sound rousing what could only be described as nostalgia. 

This vantage point afforded the best view for the real focal point of the program. Soft blue gave way to striking yellow, blending its way down to crimson. The sun peeked out from behind the sparse clouds, its rays reaching out and grabbing him, filling his body with a warmth he had long since forgotten. He watched as it slowly crept closer and closer to the horizon. If he didn’t know any better, he would have believed he was back on Earth, the attention to detail and accuracy was astonishing. 

She joined him at the top of the slope, closing her eyes and inhaling deeply. “Of all of the things in the alpha quadrant, I think this is the one I miss the most.” 

“The sunset?”

“No the sun itself.” She kept her head held high, her golden hair whipping in the breeze. “It’s funny. Our sun is one of the most unremarkable collections of hydrogen and helium in the quadrant, yet something about it touches a piece of my soul that no other can. Tuvok would say it is illogical to be so attached to a collection of atoms performing nuclear fusion, but….” she trails off, at a loss of words for her creation.

“It’s beautiful,” He finished.

“Thank you Tom.”
Starting a Storm - AnonymousMink - Star Trek: Voyager [Archive of Our Own]
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Starting a Storm, Janeway x Chakotay, One Shot complete at 2728 words.

Janeway shared a look with her commanding officer as Tuvok passed, Chakotay leaning in with a wry sigh, “Well I wasn’t planning on spending my evening babysitting a drunk Vulcan but I suppose if that’s an order, Captain?”

“I wasn’t planning on it either, Commander,” she murmured back, “but if we’re stuck in this situation I don’t intend on facing it alone.”

(AKA things take a strange turn when Tuvok is hit by a truth-revealing contagion on an away mission, then things take an even stranger turn when it starts to spread.)

I blame @soverygeeky entirely for this one :-P

Originally posted by jhelenoftrek