Pride And Prejudice

by Laitaine & Shorty

Disclaimer: Star Trek: Voyager and all associated characters and places belong to Paramount.  No infringement on trademarks and copyrights was intended.  This was written purely for entertainment and not for monetary gain.  Do not archive without permission and keep my name attached at all times.
Summary: Kathryn creates a holoprogram based upon Pride And Prejudice and asks Chakotay to join her, only things don't turn out quite how they planned....
Rating: PG-13
Content: Janeway/Chakotay, Humour
Author's Notes: Big thanks and huge cups of coffee go to Coral and Katie for beta-reading for us :)
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Copyright © Laitaine March 2000

Kathryn Janeway smiled as she left the holodeck.  She had just finished adding the finishing touches to her new holoprogram - refining and tweaking so it was perfect.  She would accept nothing less.

She had three hours of holodeck time booked for tomorrow evening as well; before that, however, she had work to do.  What fun was a holoprogram without someone to share it with?

Armed with a padd, complete with the data text of one of her favourite novels, she stood in front of Chakotay's quarters.  She hit the chime.

"Come in," came a voice from inside.

The doors slid open with a 'swoosh' and she stepped in and stopped at a distance that allowed the doors to close behind her.

She had stopped just inside his quarters because the only lights came from the sleeping area.  She glanced at her chronometer - it was 21:07hrs.

"Chakotay, are you in bed already?" she asked him, curiosity evident in her tone.

"Hello to you Kathryn," Chakotay commented sarcastically.

"Hi," Kathryn said quickly.  "Now answer my question."

Chakotay smiled, unseen, at her insistence.  Why, he asked himself, was she so eager to know?  "Yes ma'am," he replied.

Kathryn glared at him through the wall, and it was a wonder the wall remained intact - the look she gave it could have melted neutronium.

"I just got out of the shower actually," he told her.

"Is it safe to venture past the doorway then?"

"What?  Oh, yes, come on in, I'll be out in a second."

A second later, "Your second is up, Chakotay!"

"Ha, ha!  Very funny.  If you're so desperate to see me why don't you come in here?"

Kathryn was very tempted but if she did so he would be one up on her - and she didn't want that.  "Don't flatter yourself!" she told him.

At that moment Chakotay came out of the sleeping area, clad in a pair of loose brown trousers and a loose beige shirt that showed the top of his muscled chest, and he looked absolutely devastating.

Kathryn's breath caught in her throat and she blushed when he caught her looking at him and she turned away.

Damn him, she thought.  Despite her best efforts he had managed to one up her by provoking her reaction.

Because she had turned her head, she didn't notice the look on his face.  It was a mixture of pleasure - because she had reacted to him although she had tried so hard not to - love - ever evident - and admiration.  The starlight from the window shone behind Kathryn, giving her a celestial glow and behind her hair it seemed to give her a halo of sorts; she was his angel.

It left him breathless and he was grateful for her turning because it gave him precious seconds to compose himself.

"So was there a point to your visit, or did you just want to sit in my presence?"  Chakotay said, breaking the tension.

"There's definitely a point to my visit, trust me on this one!"

"I always trust you."

Kathryn smiled softly and Chakotay's heart skipped a beat - her smile did that to him.

Kathryn felt distinctly uncomfortable with the path the conversation was suddenly taking.  "I love the mood lighting, Chakotay, really," she said jovially, changing the subject, "but d'you think we could have a little light in here?"

Chakotay grinned.  "Sorry. Computer lights 75% normal levels."  The computer complied and light flooded the cabin.

Chakotay turned to Kathryn.  "Anything else before you tell me why you're here?"


Chakotay moved his hand, indicating that she should continue.

"What are you doing tomorrow night?"

Chakotay stared at her, eyes wide, mouth open.  When he realised what he was doing he quickly closed his mouth and blinked.

"Uh, nothing," he told her, stunned.

"Are you up to trying out my new holodeck program then?"

"I'd love to."

"Great, Tomorrow night.  1900hrs.  Holodeck 2.  Its based on an old Earth novel called Pride and Prejudice" - she tossed him the padd with the story on it - "you might want to read the story."

As she said this she had got up and moved towards the door.

"This is one of your aristocratic things isn't it?" he asked, slightly worried.

Her laughter as she left his cabin gave him his answer.

"Bye, Kathryn," he spoke to the closing doors.

Not his ideal idea of a holoprogram, but at least he got to spend some time alone with Kathryn, although, he speculated, there would be holocharacters present.

"Computer, how long is holodeck 2 booked for tomorrow evening from 1900hrs?" he asked out of curiosity.

"Three hours," came the computer's monotone voice.

Chakotay's eyes lit up and his smile was a mile wide.  Holocharacters or no, three hours with Kathryn was never a bad thing.

He picked up the padd and started reading:

It is a fact universally acknowledged, that a single man in possession of a good fortune, must be in want of a wife.

Kathryn escaped back to her quarters and leant against the wall.  And sighed, Gods if he provoked this reaction from her in 2 minutes what was he going to do to her in 3 hours?

She calmed her breathing, and began the routine that always followed talking to Chakotay privately.  She didn't know if it worked, probably not, but anything was worth a try if it meant that she could spend more than 10 seconds alone with him without wishing that he would take her in his arms, and tell her that he loved her...

She shook her head.  This wouldn't do!  So she began the silly ritual "Kathryn, calm down, he's your first officer, nothing more, he doesn't even like you, in fact you don't even like him..." she began to say to herself, but then stopped.

It wasn't working.  It would never work again.  She'd just realised that she wasn't just attracted to him.  She was IN love with him.  She moaned.  "What am I going to do?"  Until that point it had just been idle flirtation... she'd always known she was attracted to him... that's why she avoided going into personal space.  Like bedrooms...

Chakotay smiled.  He had to admit that so far this was better than Kathryn's usual aristocratic novels.  He found himself feeling Elizabeth's pain, and also some sympathy for Mr Darcy, he knew how he felt when it came to telling someone you love them... he just hoped that he didn't hide his love for Kathryn behind pride and conceit.

He glanced at the chronometer and saw that he had been reading for at least 3 hours.  But he was too hooked on the book to stop, so he carried on:

"Let me thank you again and again, in the name of all my family..."

He read, and eagerly started to read the next page.

"If you will thank me," he replied, "let it be for yourself alone.  That the wish of giving happiness to you, might add force to the other inducements that led me on..."

The book continued.

"...But your family owe me nothing.  Much as I respect them, I believe, I thought only of you."

Chakotay felt the tension in the book.

"You are too generous to trifle with me.  If your feelings are still what they were last April, tell me so at once.  My affections and wishes are unchanged, but one word from you will silence me on this subject for ever."

Chakotay read vividly on, and a grin filled his face when he saw Elizabeth's reply.  Pretty soon after he finished the book.  And had an idea...

Kathryn checked her chronometer.  It was 1836hrs.  When she had last checked it had been 1835, the time before that 1834.  She forced herself to calm down and sat on the sofa but got up again almost immediately and started pacing.

Why was she so nervous? she wondered.  But she knew why; last night's revelation that she was in love with her first officer had shocked her and now that she had admitted it to herself, how long would it be before she admitted it to him?  It scared her.  Three hours in the holodeck with him, and only him, was not conducive to keeping such a secret.  She had trouble enough as it was.

Chakotay ran his fingers through his hair.  He was nervous that he had been misreading the signs that Kathryn had been giving out and that his plan would drive Kathryn away.

He had spoken to his spirit guide last night and told her his concerns.  She had laughed at him and told him to stop being so stupid.

That had eased his fears for all of five seconds and then he became agitated again.  He didn't want to ruin the tenuous almost-relationship they shared.

He was also worried that he would be unable to stop his eyes from roaming, and his hands; he had seen costumes from the period and they were... tight at the top.  How was he going to stop himself, he had enough trouble as it was.

At 1857hrs Kathryn arrived at the holodeck to find Chakotay waiting patiently.

"You're early," she told him.

"So are you," he countered.

"You ready?"

"Ready as I'll ever be, I guess."

"Computer initiate program Janeway Omega73," she ordered and the computer beeped its compliance.

Kathryn walked inside, cursing herself for booking three hours.  She hadn't even been in his company for five minutes and already she was reacting to his presence.

Chakotay, likewise, was wondering quite how he would survive three hours.  Then he realised that he wouldn't have to if his plan was successful.  Taking a deep breath he entered.

She had to leave.  That was the only thing to do.  She'd been in here with him for all of 15 minutes, but she couldn't stand it.  Every time she glanced across at him she wanted to walk up and kiss him.  He looked so damn adorable in that suit dressed as Mr Darcy, and his dimples... oh boy... she was going to get into trouble one of these days.  Some unknown ship would attack them and she wouldn't be able to do anything because she was too busy staring at his damn dimples.

"Damn dimples," she muttered

"He should have to have a license for them before he goes releasing them on me," she snorted under her breath.

He looked at her  "Kathryn, did you say something?"

Oh God he heard me!

"No Commander.  You must be hearing things in your old age, she teased.

He grinned back.  "Excuse me but if I'm old then doesn't that mean that as you are a year older than me that you are..."

He didn't get a chance to finish the sentence.  She flung the first thing that came to hand - which happened to be a big heavy book - straight at him.

He ducked, and flung a cushion at her.  She snatched it out of the air and flung it back.  They were both hysterical now.

"Excuse me... but aren't we supposed to be acting... you know... like adults?" she asked, popping her head up from behind the couch that she was using as a shield from his attacks.

"Hey... I wasn't the one that started it remember?" he replied.

Damn.  He'd got her there.

"Captains prerogative."  She grinned and stuck her tongue out at him before ducking back behind the couch.

He stopped.  She popped her head back up.

"I think we should carry on with the program."  He grinned.

She pouted.  Which made him grin even more.

I have to leave, he thought grimly as she got up from behind the couch.

She looks so damn adorable when she plays like that.  It's a side of her I don't usually get to see.  All Kathryn and No Captain.  If she smiles again I'm going to do something I'll regret.  No scrap that.  I won't regret it, but she will.

She smiled again.

Damn I want to kiss her!  There is only one course of action.  Retreat.  Thats it, Ill make up an excuse and leave!

He looked over at her and couldn't do it

She'll be heartbroken though, I can't just leave her.  She's having so much fun.  I'll just have to grin and bear it.

He returned the grin and both of them calmed down... slightly...

Suddenly the ship bucked beneath them, sending them both tumbling to the floor.

Cries of 'Oh Mr Bennet!  We're doomed!  The world is ending!  And my daughters are not married!  Oh Mr Bennet!  Hill, bring my smelling salts!  Lizzy, Jane, come here!  Oh Mr Bennet!' echoed through the holographic house.

Kathryn couldn't keep from smiling despite the situation.  She called for the arch.

"Janeway to Bridge," she tapped her commbadge as she moved towards the exit, Chakotay just behind her.

Receiving no reply, she called again, "Janeway to Bridge."

When the doors didn't open, she walked into them, and fell back against Chakotay.  His arms moved instinctively to steady her.

When Kathryn didn't pull away immediately Chakotay left his arms around her.  Content to hold her if she didn't mind.

"Janeway to Bridge."  Kathryn tried again, figuring that it was more sensible to make contact with the bridge and find out what was happening before they tried to get out of the holodeck.  Besides, she was perfectly happy standing with Chakotay's arms around her.

When she still got no reply Chakotay tried, but failed also.

"Communications must be down," Kathryn concluded.  "We should try and get to the bridge," she told Chakotay, trying to hide her disappointment at being forced to part from his company, move from his arms.  She stepped away reluctantly.

Chakotay grabbed the magnetic grips and tried to open the doors manually.  When that didn't work, Kathryn tried the manual override and then tried to open it using as many authorisation codes as she knew.

When that too proved unsuccessful, she dropped to her knees and yanked off a control panel covering.  She began to tinker with the chips and fuses inside.  Finding them all to be intact and connected correctly, she was unsure of what else she could do.

She tried many different approaches, without success.  Her work was not made any easier by the shots that kept rocking the ship.

"Come on, Kathryn.  The door looking mechanisms must be damaged as well, there's nothing we can do.  We might as well enjoy the program," Chakotay tried to convince to stop her fruitless attempts.

"Let me just try a couple more ideas..." Kathryn said, as she began implementing one of them.

"Kathryn, you said that 10 minutes ago, and 10 minutes before that.  Why don't you give it a break, we're losing out on the three hours you booked.

Finally Kathryn relented.  "Okay..."

Chakotay grinned.  "I do believe Mrs Bennet wanted to see you upstairs..."

Kathryn led the way upstairs and into 'her mother's' bedroom, only to find it empty.

"Oooo, Kathryn, was this some kind of nefarious plan to get us alone. I had no idea..." Chakotay teased.

"Trust me, Chakotay, there's no plan, nefarious or otherwise."

Another shot rocked the ship before Chakotay could comment.

Suddenly Chakotay's costume underwent a minor change.  Kathryn couldn't help but giggle at his appearance.  His costume was still correct to the period, only it was very similar to Kathryn's costume.

"I suppose you think this is funny!"  Chakotay said, it was more of a statement than a question, as he looked down with distaste at the dress he now wore.

Kathryn couldn't say anything because she was laughing so hard, so she just nodded.

Chakotay smiled at the sight of Kathryn laughing, with tears rolling down her cheeks, and he found her laughter so infectious that soon he was laughing along with her.

A slim blonde suddenly rounded the corner, wearing a skimpy bikini and Kathryn recognised her as one of Harry's volleyball girls.

"Lizzy," the girl pouted.  "Kitty won't give me back the dress that she borrowed.  And I didn't even say she could borrow it!  Don't you think that's unfair, Lizzy!  She's lying to me and saying that she doesn't have it, but she does, I know it!"

It was Lydia, Kathryn concluded.  Her appearance had changed but her character had stayed the same.

Lydia suddenly noticed the rooms other occupant.  "Mr Darcy!" she exclaimed, distressed.  "That's my dress!"

Kathryn burst out laughing.

"It's not funny, Lizzy," Lydia screamed, tears filling her eyes and starting to laugh simultaneously.  She really couldn't decide whether to laugh of cry.

At that moment another girl entered the room.  She was dressed in a flouncy white dress and had her hair half up with curls cascading down her shoulders.  Chakotay recognised her from the descriptions that Harry and Tom had given him about the Captain Proton holoprogram.

When she saw Chakotay the girl began to laugh.

"There, I told you I didn't have your dress!" she declared triumphantly to her sister.

Lydia stormed out and Kitty followed, eager to provoke her sister some more.

Kathryn grinned at Chakotay and opened her mouth to speak.

"Don't say a word, Kathryn, just don't say a word."

"Would I?" she said innocently.  A little too innocently for Chakotay's liking.

"Yes," was all he said

Suddenly Kathryn had an idea.  "Why don't we look for a Jefferies tube?"

Chakotay just stared at her, as if not comprehending what she was saying.

She didn't notice, and began to walk away.  Then she noticed he wasn't following her, so she turned round.

He indicated the dress he was still wearing.

"Oh," was all she could get out

"Somehow I think walking onto the bridge wearing this during battle would not be a good idea"

That was it.  She erupted into another fit of uncontrollable giggles.

She was laughing that much that she lost her balance and fell to the floor, but didn't even notice.  Finally she managed to calm herself and glanced over at Chakotay, who was still stood looking bemused.

"So you would consider walking onto the bridge wearing that when we aren't in battle?" she asked solemnly.  "That I would have to see."

He stared at her, and she burst into another set of giggles, which made him join in this time.

"Oh how I wish I had a camera," she said wistfully

He shook his head.  "You're awful, you know that Kathryn?"

She nodded impishly.

Inwardly Chakotay smiled.  This was the first time in months he had seen her truly happy... and, well, if it took him wearing a dress to make her happy, then so be it...

He knelt down beside her.  Their eyes met, and slowly they inched closer together... their lips getting closer and closer...

Of course that was the exact moment that the computer decided to reinstate the Mrs Bennett character.

"Oh Lizzy!  We're all going to die!  I told your father we would all be murdered in our beds... but would he listen?  Oh no... Well now we're all going to pay the price... and Mr Collins is going to get the house... we're going to die... and still no daughters married!  Oh Lizzy!"

It was at this point that she noticed 'Mr Darcy' was in the room.  She looked at him... and saw what he was wearing...

"Mr Darcy!  Really!" was all she could say before she stalked out of the room in disgust.

"Well if she didn't hate me before she certainly does now," Chakotay quipped, and sent Kathryn into another fit of giggles.

Suddenly the door opened again.  Kathryn turned to see who it was and looked puzzled.  It was obviously Jane, but goodness knows which program the clothes she was wearing had come from.  Seeing her puzzlement Chakotay turned round.  He immediately recognised the clothes.

"Chakotay who is she supposed to be?" Kathryn hissed

"I believe she is dressed as Princess Leia in Tom's 'Star Wars' program"

"Princess who?"

"Princess Leia.  It's actually one of Tom's better programs.  You should try it sometime, its rather good"

"Maybe," was all she could say before the ship lurched again, and the Jane character disappeared back to oblivion.

Kathryn stumbled, and fell straight into Chakotay's arms...

This time there were no distraught calls to be heard from Mrs Bennet, and the house was somehow quiet, although it had not been particularly loud before.  However, neither Kathryn nor Chakotay noticed this fact, both were too busy thinking about the matter, quite literally, close at hand.

Kathryn's eyes flickered up to see Chakotay's reaction and she saw that he was gazing at her longingly, a look of unparalleled love in his eyes.  When he saw her look up he tries to hide his emotions but he was too slow, and Kathryn saw.

How many times, she wondered, had he looked at her like that and shifted his gaze before she had seen.  No one had ever looked at her like that before.  Chakotay had made her feel, special, beautiful and loved just by looking at her.

She shifted her gaze down again, and moved slightly in his arms, feeling warm and safe with his arms surrounding her like a protective shield, but Chakotay misread it as a sign that she was uncomfortable, and he dropped his arms and took a step back, trying hard not to look as upset as he felt that she would not stay.

Kathryn turned and looked at him curiously and Chakotay realised that she had not been uncomfortable at all, but there was nothing he could do about it now.

His plan, he noted, was not going at all the way he had thought it would.  The ships periodic pitching had interrupted, making the situation better and worse at the same time.

"*B'Elanna, what's going on down there?*" Harry Kim asked from the bridge.

"Hey, Harry.  I've managed to set up this unique comm-channel, it is a two way channel from the bridge to engineering but it can't do anything else," B'Elanna told him.  "Communications are otherwise down, thrusters are non-functional, gravity is rapidly failing on deck 10 and all the locking mechanisms have failed, the transporters are out and most of my engineers are elsewhere so I'm short-handed down here.  It's going to take a time to fix.  What's going on?"

"*We've been attacked by the locals, a race called the Pak'loi, they sent us a pre-recorded transmission telling us who they were and started attacking us for no good reason.*"

"I'll talk soon, Harry.  I'll inform you of any other bad news.  Torres out."

As the ship heaved again B'Elanna lost her balance and fell to the ground.  Picking herself up she cursed loudly in Klingon, grateful that none of her staff spoke the language, and started to re-establish communications.

Meanwhile in the holodeck things were taking a slightly different turn...

Kathryn stared at Chakotay.  Her plan wasn't going as she had intended, which in some ways was bad... like the constant pitching of the ship, and in other ways good... like the constant pitching of the ship making her 'accidentally' fall straight into his arms...

She smiled at the memory... it was strange, how an action so small as putting your arms protectively around someone could have such an impact on your emotions... the feeling of being in his arms was making her shiver in delight, that, she decided was one of the only places that she had felt truly safe since coming into this godforsaken quadrant...

Chakotay glanced at Kathryn, who was staring at him with a weird expression on her face...


He got no reply.

"Kathryn, are you OK?"

He still got no reply.  He decided to use stronger tactics.

"Earth calling Kathryn... come in Kathryn!"

Amazingly he still got no reply.  She must have been deep in thought... he decided to try one last idea.

"Kathryn wake up! Tuvok is swinging naked from a lampshade.  And he's grinning!"

That snapped her out of her thoughts.

"What?  Where?"

He dissolved into laughter as she looked up to see no naked Tuvok, no swinging lampshade, and certainly no Vulcan grin.

"Oh You!"  She grinned and hit him playfully on the shoulder.

"Hey!  It's not my fault that you were a million light years away!"

"Actually I was rather a lot closer than that," she murmured, then a grin lit up her face.  "That would be such a funny sight though!"

He grinned back.  "Kathryn Janeway you have the most wicked sense of humour that I have ever seen... er... heard."

"I don't know, my First Officer's is pretty wicked," she replied  "And that of a certain ensign at conn... who I might add would be very pleased if I told him that a certain First Officer was spotted wearing a frilly dress," she teased wickedly.

His eyes narrowed.  "You wouldn't dare!"

"Wouldn't I?"

"Well if you did you would have to face the consequences."

"Which are?"

"If I tell you it would ruin the surprise."

Kathryn Janeway stood her full 5 ft 5 inches and lifted her chin defiantly  "I can take anything you dish out mister"

"Is that a dare?"

"Take it how you will."

"Fine," he replied, and before she could stop him he had tackled her to the floor and was tickling her mercilessly.

"Chakotay stop it!"

"As long as you surrender."


"Well then I'm not stopping!"

Suddenly they both noticed how close they were to one another.  Chakotay stopped tickling and Kathryn stopped struggling.  As if in slow motion their lips edged closer and closer together...

As their lips touched together Kathryn snaked her hands around Chakotay's neck and sighed into the kiss.  Chakotay responded to the sensations that Kathryn was causing in his mouth eagerly.  He momentarily came to his senses and he gathered all of his will power and pulled away from her before his senses left him again.

"Kathryn..." his breath came in shallow gasps.

Kathryn blushed and scrambled to her feet.

"Kathryn."  Chakotay got up and walked over to where she now stood by the fireplace.  "Kathryn, I'm sorry."

Kathryn was aware of Chakotay standing behind her but that only served to increase how uncomfortable she felt.

"Kathryn, speak to me."


"Kathryn, talk to me.  Yell at me if you like, at least talk to me."

A soft smile graced Kathryn's face and she turned then but did not make eye contact.  "I'm sorry, Chakotay..."

Chakotay put a finger to her lips to silence her.  "Sssh, Kathryn.  You don't have to apologise, is not your fault.  It's mine.  I shouldn't have kissed you.  I'm sorry."

Always willing to take the blame, always willing to make things easier for me, Kathryn thought.  He always does that, for me.

And what do you do to him in return? she asked herself.  You push him away and hurt him, yet he still waits for you, and tries to make your life easier.

Kathryn found her voice.  "Don't be.  You didn't do anything wrong."

"Kathryn..." Chakotay cut her off.

"No, Chakotay, let me finish.  You didn't do anything wrong.  I just over-reacted.  I was kissing you too."  Her voice became quiet as she said the last sentence.

"So I noticed," Chakotay remarked dryly with a cheeky grin, trying to lighten the mood.

Kathryn smiled hesitantly.  She lifted her head to look at Chakotay.  Her smile grew wider when she saw those damn dimples.

"That's better," Chakotay said, seeing her smile.  He took a step back from her to give her a little space; and so that he would not take her in his arms and kiss her again.

Kathryn realised only then that they were still in 'her mother's' room.  "Should we possibly go downstairs?" she asked Chakotay.

He laughed at this.  "I thought you were kidding when you said there was no nefarious plan," he said forlornly, his smile betraying the fact that he was teasing.

Kathryn raised one eyebrow.  "Really," she drawled.  "And how do you know that this isn't part of a nefarious plan?"

"You mean there is a plan?"

"No, I just asked how you knew there wasn't one," Kathryn said, grabbing hold of Chakotay's hand and leading him downstairs into the drawing room.

Kathryn looked at her chronometer.  They had been there for one and a half hours, with a malfunctioning program.

"So, what do we now?" Kathryn asked as she sank into the sofa.

Chakotay sat down next to her.  Then he stood up again, straightened the dress, and sat down.  Still not satisfied he stood again.

He looked at Kathryn to find her shaking with silent laughter.  "It's not funny!" he exclaimed.

Kathryn's face sobered.  "Of course not," she said patronisingly.  Her lips twitched and she started laughing again.

Chakotay bent over in front of her.  "Am I going to have to shut you up?"

"And just how would you do that?" Kathryn challenged.

"By putting socks in your mouth!"  Or alternatively putting my tongue in your mouth, but we'll skip over that one, he thought sarcastically.

"Clean or dirty?" Kathryn questioned.


Kathryn's nose wrinkled in distaste.  "Ugh!"

Chakotay straightened, laughing at the expression of disgust on Kathryn's face.

"It's not funny!"

"Of course not," Chakotay mocked, repeating her earlier words.

Two can play at that game, she thought.  "Am I going to have to shut you up?"  She stood up.  They were scant centimetres apart.

Chakotay played along.  "And just how would you do that?"

Taking a deep breath, Kathryn said, "Like this," before pulling Chakotay's face down to hers and kissing him soundly...

Chakotay's mind whirled.  She was *kissing* him.  *Him*.  She was kissing him.  He did the only thing he could do.  He kissed her back.

That was when the ship decided to interrupt them yet again.  The ship lurched.  They carried on kissing.  The ship lurched again.  They carried on kissing.  Was anything going to break the kiss?

The ship decided that yes, something was going to break the kiss, and this time when the ship lurched they stopped kissing as they noticed the walls begin to fade in and out of existence.  Then the light went out and they were in darkness.

"Was this part of the plan?" Chakotay asked

"How the hell should I know?  I thought it was *your* plan!"

"So now what do we do?"

"Sit here in the dark?"

"Oh very funny.  Remind me to tell Tom I have finally found someone with a worse sense of humour than him," replied Chakotay.

"Oh he already knows, in fact he has known for a long time."

"Oh?  How?"

"I unleashed it at his house when I went for tea with the Admiral."

"How old was he at the time?"

"Hmmm, maybe 15?"

"That explains it then."

"Explains what?"

"Why he has such a terrible sense of humour.  You corrupted him."

"I did NOT!"









"Excuse me but we are sat here arguing in the dark?"

"Well at least I can't see your dress!"

"Ha, ha.  Very funny!"

"I thought so!"

Meanwhile in engineering things weren't going quite as smoothly.

"DAMN COMPUTER!" yelled B'Elanna and she slammed her fist into the console.  Immediately the console chirped and came back to life.

"Who says violence doesn't work?"  She grinned.

The aliens had finally retreated when they realised that they were no match for Voyager about 25 minutes ago.

"*Tuvok to Torres.  Why does the ship keep lurching?*"

"Because the damn computer keeps going on and off line, which means that since its on auto-pilot, because everyone else is repairing the ship, auto-pilot keeps going on and off line, which means the ship is lurching."

"*Do you still require the help of Ensign Paris, Lieutenant?*"

B'Elanna looked puzzled.  "He hasn't come down here."

"*Odd, he left 30 minutes ago.*"

"Well he hasn't come down.  He probably got called to Sickbay," replied B'Elanna as she fiddled with the console.  At once the lights came back on.  "Got it!"  She smiled  "Main power is back on line but we still have a lot of repairs, but at least we can see what we are doing."

"*Thank you, Lieutenant.*"

Meanwhile on the holodeck the lights flashed back on....

"Where the hell are we?" asked Kathryn as she glanced around the holodeck.

"I believe it is one of Toms programs."

"Why do you say that?"

"Because it is 20th Century."

"Oh.  Where exactly is it?"

"I don't know but I would bet my life that B'Elanna doesn't know about it."


"Take a look around."

"Ah, right.  Got it," Kathryn said, following Chakotay's advice and taking a look around.

They were standing on a beach full of women.  Some were wearing very skimpy bikinis and they were probably considered to be overdressed.

When three women sauntered sexily over to them, Kathryn hit Chakotay, hard, to regain his attention.

"Excuse me!" she said loudly.  "Chakotay, you're not here with them.  You're here with me.  Besides, that dress of yours is hardly a turn-on."

That regained Chakotay's attention.  He couldn't resist countering her comments, "It worked for you..."

He received a hefty whack on the arm for his trouble.  Then his costume changed once more.  He now stood at Kathryn's side wearing a pair of very tight jeans and an equally tight white t-shirt.

He shifted his gaze from the women to Kathryn to make some snide comment but the words died on his lips.  Kathryn no longer wore a dress either, but a low-cut one-piece swimming costume and matching sarong, which fell to just above the knee.  The sarong was made of a thin gauzy material of deep purple, which gradually changed in colour through lighter purple and turquoise/blue to deep blue and then ran into deep purple again, the pattern repeating again.

The women reached them.  Two came to stand either side of Chakotay, attaching themselves to his arms and gazing adoringly at him as they were programmed to do.  Kathryn was more than mildly irritated but consoled herself with the fact that she would have something very useful to bribe Tom with if she needed to.

The other woman stood in front of Kathryn.  "Well, I've heard of protection from the sun, but that's ridiculous!" she remarked cattily, eyeing Kathryn's swimwear with unconcealed amusement.  Kathryn didn't think there was anything wrong with what she was wearing but she was obviously too 'well-dressed' for the program.

"I know that some people think that less is more, but that doesn't always apply to swimwear, honey!" she replied somewhat condescendingly.

The woman stared at her, mouth open, obviously shocked that someone had dared to counter her statement.

"Like you'd know!" she said icily.

"You really should hire someone to find you're brain.  You might find it useful.  Wish them luck from me, they'll need it," she responded coolly, annoying the woman by seeming unfazed at her best attempts to insult her.  The comment may have been a weak response but it served the purpose.  The woman transferred her attention to Chakotay.

One of the girls on his arm giggled.  "Let's find you something else to..." she paused, "wear," she said, pulling him off.

Chakotay tried to disentangle himself from them.  "No thanks, I'm fine.  I'll just stay here.  You go and have fun."

All three stood in front of him and pouted, trying to look wounded.  When Chakotay turned away and walked back to Kathryn one girl yelled after him.  "Johnny treats us a whole lot nicer than you!"

Kathryn fell into step beside Chakotay and they walked away from the busy end of the beach to where the sea crept down the sand and then back up again, dancing the never-ending dance of the tide, undisturbed.

"Johnny!" Kathryn exclaimed.

"You don't think..." Chakotay asked, "Johnny Andrews!"  Johnny Andrews was a very quiet, shy and unassuming young man who would be the last person that either had imagined ran the program.

Kathryn nodded.  "I don't believe it."

Chakotay laughed.  "He obviously put a lot of work into it."

"I don't think he's finished.  This end of the beach is undisturbed, why have it so peaceful?  I think this end is still in progress."

"Could be.  It's a whole lot nicer down here, more private."

"And why would you like that?" Kathryn asked, her voice low.

He stopped and grasped Kathryn's hand so that she stopped too.  "Various reasons," he said, lowering his head to capture Kathryn's lips, sending her reeling and all conscious thought packed up and left.

Around them the holoprogram flickered in and out of existence briefly, but neither noticed.  As the ship bucked once more, the program flickered again...

"Erm Kathryn?" he asked, momentarily pulling her away from him.

"Mmm?" she asked.

"I think we should stop."


"We have an audience."

"What?" she asked and whipped round.  And found herself looking into Tuvok's eyes and the Doctor was watching them too.

"Hello, Captain, Commander, what a lovely day it is and how lovely to see you," the Doctor greeted them cheerily with a big smile.

"Shut up, Doctor..  Tuvok?  What are you doing here?"

Tuvok responded by grinning.

"Chakotay... I don't think that that is Tuvok"

"I think I agree."

"You know I recognise this program..."

She looked around, and saw that it was obviously Voyager... and by the looks of things in the corner someone had programmed in a steamy love scene between Voyager's chief engineer and chief conn officer... Tuvok grinning... the doctor having a nice personality...this smelled strongly of...

"Tom!"  She sighed.  "He finished Tuvok's worst case scenario... this smells of Toms doing."

Chakotay nodded.  "Only he would make Tuvok grin and you know how long he has been moaning about the doctor's personality..."

"And since no one is taking any notice of us that can only mean one thing..."

"...This normally happens, which means Tom wrote us two into it and we were obviously going out."

Kathryn stamped her feet.  "All I asked for was 3 uninterrupted hours on the holodeck... every time I go to the holodeck something happens... I'm sick of it! I wanna go back to Pride And Prejudice!" she moaned.  That was when she noticed them.

"What are they doing here?" she hissed.  He turned round to see the 3 girls still in the program

"The holodeck must have mixed up the programs."

The three girls waved and began to walk over to them.  Kathryn had to get rid of them, and there was only one way to do it... one enjoyable way...

She kissed him again.  Chakotay kissed her back... they were so wrapped up in each other that they didn't notice the holodeck doors open and then close again...

Four hours later...

"B'Elanna," Tom said, kissing her cheek, affectionately, even though they were officially on duty.  "Am I ever glad to see you."

B'Elanna grinned.  Tom had been trapped in Sickbay for the past four and a half hours, with only the doctor for company, after completing half a duty shift working in sickbay.  Tom was not impressed.  Neither was the doctor.

"Lieutenant Torres, please take him away," the EMH implored.

B'Elanna's grin grew wider.  "Of course, Doctor."

Tom practically dragged B'Elanna away.  "I never want to see sickbay or the doctor again," he declared.

"It was four and a half hours, Tom."

"It was awful.  He lectured me about my bad eating habits, and my recklessness and asked about Klingon mating rituals" - B'Elanna glared at him - "and became very annoyed when I wouldn't tell him anything!"  B'Elanna's gaze softened somewhat.

"Are you sure you can't change his manner even slightly?" Tom asked her.

B'Elanna shook her head.  "No, sorry."

When they reached the holodeck Tom stopped.  "What are we doing here?"

B'Elanna was about to reply when Harry walked around the corner with Seven of Nine.

"Hi B'Elanna, hi, Tom.  How's the Doc?" Harry greeted them cheerfully.

Tom grimaced.  "His usual acerbic self."

B'Elanna smiled.  "This should make you happier," she said.  "The Captain has been trapped in the holodeck while you were in Sickbay."

Tom looked only faintly amused.

"Chakotay is in there too."

Tom's smile was wider than ever. "About time too!"

"Not only that, but the holodeck programs have been acting up too, interchanging and mixing up," B'Elanna and Harry laughed at this, Seven raised a puzzled eyebrow in true Vulcan fashion and Tom looked slightly worried.

Finally B'Elanna, Harry and Seven managed to force open the holodeck doors, Tom stayed for the company.

What they saw shocked them all.  Standing in the middle of holodeck were Kathryn and Chakotay, totally absorbed in each other.

B'Elanna smiled, a rare genuine smile; Harry's face lit up completely; the corners of Seven's mouth curled up very slightly and Tom's jaw hit the floor.  His program had been discovered.

When the couple showed no signs of letting up, B'Elanna looked around the room.  She saw Tuvok smiling, the Doctor seemed to have a pleasant personality and then her eyes fell on the corner of the room were she seemed to be 'enjoying' Tom's company.

She suddenly realised that this was a holoprogram.  Tom's holoprogram.  And that the Captain and Commander were probably elsewhere, not kissing.  Her expression changed from happy to sad and then to angry.  No longer concerned at disturbing Kathryn and Chakotay she yelled, "You're a dead man, Paris!"

Tom gulped.

Kathryn and Chakotay flew apart at B'Elanna's words and turned to the 'steamy corner'.  Seeing that there were no apparent disturbances there they turned to the door and saw the newcomers...

"Paris you PIG! I'm gonna kill you!  Goodness knows what the Captain and Commander will do to you if they ever find out about this program!  Especially when they see themselves kissing!"

"I didn't mean it B'E!  It was a joke."

"Well it wasn't a very funny one.  If the Captain sees this then expect to be marched to the nearest airlock.  In fact why don't I save her the trouble and do it myself?"

Tom stepped away from her.  He knew she wouldn't do it... well, he thought she wouldn't... but it was best to be on the safe side.

"Look I didn't mean anything, its just… well you know how much the crew wants them to get together!  And I do too, that's why I stopped the betting pools…"

B'Elanna looked at him in disbelief.  "You stopped the betting pools?"

"Well, yeah, I figured that if they had found out about them then that might be the reason they never got together, so I got rid of them..."

Her eyes softened.  "Really?"

"Well yeah.  The Captain gave me a chance, and I always thought that she helped to get us together, so I thought I would return the favour… sure me and Chakotay didn't see eye to eye at the beginning, but I consider him a friend now and I hope he thinks of me as one... I just want them to be happy B'E!"

She hugged him.  "I know you do... but what made you think that programming them kissing in your program would help?"

"Well I was thinking maybe they would stumble across it!  Everyone wants them to get together B'E!"

"I know.  I do too!  Chakotay is my oldest friend, and Captain Janeway is a new one... well new compared to Chakotay anyway... I want them to be happy too... but this isn't the way to go about it."

"Well what is the way?"

"One that is far more devious and cunning!"

Kathryn stared at Tom and B'Elanna in disbelief.  Chakotay had a similar look of shock, in its advanced stages, on his face too.

Kathryn was tempted to say, "Don't bother.  Its not necessary," but she decided against it.

Harry and Seven, they saw, were still gazing around the room, and had not noticed that they were real either.

Kathryn pulled Chakotay's face close.  "They haven't noticed," she whispered.

"So I see..."  Their faces remained close, but not quite touching.

Suddenly Seven spoke up.  "Ensign Kim, what are the Captain and Commander doing?" she asked loudly.

Harry grinned, his eyes falling on the pair.  "Uh, nothing, Seven.  Let's go..." he said, eager to get away from scenes that would prompt awkward questions from Seven.  He also wanted to give his commanding officers some privacy, even if they were only holograms.  "Bye Tom, B'Elanna."

Tom and B'Elanna didn't even look up as Harry and Seven left; they were too engrossed in their plotting.

Kathryn grinned at Chakotay.  "This could be fun..." she commented.

Chakotay raised one eyebrow.  "Pray tell, what did you have in mind?" he asked somewhat suggestively.

"Not what you're thinking.  I was referring to Tom and B'Elanna actually."

"Oh."  Chakotay tried to sound disappointed, but he couldn't help but grin at the thought of teasing his best friend and the conn officer.

Kathryn stepped out of his arms.  "I'm sure that won't be necessary," she said, making it sound more like an order, rather than a suggestion.

Tom's head snapped up.  "Ah, man!  Even as a hologram she's in command!  And the holodeck programs must be defective still.  They aren't meant to interact with anyone but each other."

Chakotay had an idea.  If they still thought they were holoprograms, but with modifications...

He stepped up behind Kathryn and wrapped his arms around her waist.  "Come on," he drawled.  "If we're not meant to interact with anyone but each other..." he trailed off, and bent his head down to Kathryn's ear.  "Work with me here," he whispered.

He saw her nod briefly, she would follow him.  He should've known, he didn't need to ask, she probably knew what he was thinking the moment he thought it, like he did with her.

Tom stared at them

B'Elanna looked at him, and Tom could see the discomfort in her eyes as they kissed passionately.

"Tom... I know they are only holograms... but... its weird seeing them like this... I think you should delete the program... if they seethis it may ruin any chance of them getting together."

"You think so?  I thought it might work the other way..."

"Well think about it... if the captain walked in on them... doing that... she'd probably freak out and panic, and withdraw completely."

"I suppose you're right...  Computer, delete Janeway and Chakotay characters."

Kathryn stared at Chakotay in horror as she heard Tom give the order.

"Unable to comply," the computer's voice reported.

"Why not?"

"Those characters are not active."

Tom looked at B'Elanna in confusion.

"The computer must still be malfunctioning," she explained.

"Well, it looks like for the moment they are here to stay... just pray the Captain doesn't walk by."

"Ensign Kim, were the Captain and Commander copulating?" Seven asked as they were leaving.

Harry went red with embarrassment...

"No, Seven.  They weren't.  It wasn't even them, it was holograms."

"I see," Seven stated, although she clearly did not 'see'.

"That was close," Kathryn whispered for Chakotay's ears only.

The program flickered around them and changed back to the Pride And Prejudice setting.  Kathryn was back in her dress and Chakotay, thankfully, was in men's clothes again.  B'Elanna and Tom were in similar attire.

All other 'holograms' had disappeared and yet B'Elanna and Tom did not catch on that Kathryn and Chakotay were real.

Mrs Bennet came into the room.  "Mr Bingley," she cried.  "I'm so glad to see you.  I see you've already found dear Jane." She glared at Chakotay.

"I see you brought Mr Darcy with you," she commented disdainfully.

B'Elanna looked momentarily confused until she recognised the names.

"Pride and Prejudice," she exclaimed quietly, Tom caught on as she said that.

"What was that, Jane?" Mrs Bennet asked.

"She said nothing, Mama," Kathryn covered before B'Elanna could speak.

"I didn't ask you, Lizzy."  Mrs Bennet sat down.

"I didn't know you'd read that?" Tom told B'Elanna.

"What?  Just because I'm Klingon I'm not allowed to read 18th century earth novels?" B'Elanna responded.

"No.  I just didn't think it would be your thing..."

"Well, I didn't think it would be your choice of reading either, too sappy and romantic for you..."

"That's why I didn't think you'd like it," Tom told her.

"Think Women Warriors at the River of Blood, that's romantic and I read that, it shouldn't surprise you too much."

"B'Elanna, since when have Klingon romance novels been romantic?"

"You didn't read it though, how do you know?"

"Who says I didn't?"

"Please tell me you didn't.  Please tell me you were kidding!"

"I wasn't kidding, I was gonna read it..." he was cut off.

"Tom, I told you before, its not a technical manual, there's no point in reading it."

"I was going to, but I never got around to it and then we got stuck in those space suits and I didn't see the point anymore.  You're a lot more fun than a technical manual."

"I'm glad," B'Elanna said as she kissed him deeply.

Mrs Bennet gasped.  "Jane!  Mr Bingley!  What do you think you're doing?"

B'Elanna and Tom totally ignored her causing Mrs Bennet to sit down and fan herself frantically with shock.

Kathryn and Chakotay had watched the exchange with interest.  Being closer to the couple than Mrs Bennet they had heard what had been said.

Kathryn leaned closer to Chakotay and whispered in his ear.  "We've got some useful things to bribe with."

"How so?"

"Well, we tell them that we won't say a word of what we've seen and heard if they do likewise..."

"Good thinking," he told her with a dimpled smile.  Then his face fell. "What about Harry and Seven?"

"They think we were just holograms, its not a problem, especially if Tom and B'Elanna back us up," Kathryn said, a little louder than intended.

Hearing their names Tom and B'Elanna broke apart and looked at Kathryn and Chakotay...

"Did they just say something about us?" Tom asked B'Elanna.

"Well I distinctively heard the names Tom and B'Elanna so I guess so... they were probably talking about busting you down to crewman," B'Elanna suggested helpfully.

"Probably.  Even when I make her a holodeck character she can still probably death glare me and nag me."

"I do not nag!" Kathryn objected instinctively.

"See?  Even as a holodeck character she disagrees with everything I say!" Tom replied.

"No I don't!" disagreed Kathryn.

Chakotay, seeing that she was just making things worse clamped a hand over her mouth to make her quiet.

Tom sighed dramatically.  "Oh, the bridge would be soooo much quieter if he could that to her in real life!  Would make life rather interesting too," said Paris while waggling his eyebrows suggestively.

B'Elanna rolled her eyes.  "Paris you utter pig!  Though I do admit it's a funny thought."

"You know," started Tom, "maybe reading reports isn't what they do all day in her ready room... if you know what I mean..."

Kathryn pulled free of Chakotay's grip.  "Well if we did it wouldn't be that different to what you do when you're 'inspecting the Jeffries tubes' Mr Paris!" she said sweetly and death glared him.

"Good job the safeties are on now, or I'd be a pile of black goo on the floor."

"That can be arranged Mr Paris!" retorted Janeway.

"I don't know why the two of them go out..." thought B'Elanna out loud.

"I know what you mean, she wouldn't be anywhere near as cranky if..."

Suddenly B'Elanna cut him off, "I don't wanna go there, Paris!"

Paris shuddered. "Me neither!"

"I mean she has got to have noticed how sweet he is! And the way he is with kids... and those eyes... not to mention that cute butt!"

Paris wrinkled his nose "Don't wanna go there, B'E."

Suddenly Paris turned round, to see the 'holographic' Janeway walking in a circle around Chakotay.

"Captain what are you doing?"

"Seeing if B'Elanna's statement is true"

"About what?"

"About Chakotay having a cute butt!"

Tom rolled his eyes.  "B'Elanna I can't stand this any longer!  Please get the computer repaired so that I can turn them off!  Before I forget that this wasn't the Captain and continue the conversation accidentally tomorrow!"

Kathryn grinned.  Images of her asking Tom into her ready room and asking him about Chakotay's cute butt ran through her head.

Mrs Bennet seemed sufficiently recovered now although she was still shocked at the behaviour of the party.

She stood and pointed a finger at 'Mr Darcy'.  "It is you, you have a corrupt influence on them and they lose their manners.  Honestly, such behaviour is disgraceful."

Kathryn's grin grew wider.  "You are a corrupt influence on me and our behaviour is disgraceful.  Sounds like fun."


"Mr Darcy, my daughter's name is Elizabeth, not Kathryn.  Please address her correctly in the future," Mrs Bennet said indignantly.

Chakotay tried to look sorry.  "I apologise, Mrs Bennet."

"It's not me you should be apologising too."

He turned to Kathryn.  "I apologise, Miss Elizabeth.  A slip of the tongue."

Satisfied, Mrs Bennet left them alone.  "You don't have to apologise for a... 'slip of the tongue', Chakotay," Kathryn said softly.

Suddenly someone's commbadge beeped.

*"Tuvok to Janeway."*

Kathryn froze and looked at Chakotay.  What the hell was she supposed to do?

Chakotay gave her a look that said 'Why the hell did you wear your commbadge and how the hell do we get out of this one?'.

She glared back at him.

She walked up to Paris.

"Is that your commbadge going off Mr Paris?"

"No Ma'am!" he said quickly, then sighed.  "I'm taking orders off a hologram!"

He looked at B'Elanna and sighed.  "There must be a commbadge malfunction."

He tapped his commbadge.

"Paris to Tuvok.  Commander I believe there is a malfunction, you tried to hail a hologram, not the Captain, I recommend a diagnostic."

"Mr Paris the sensors show that the Captain is in the holodeck!"

Kathryn looked down at her commbadge, and when Paris and Torres weren't looking she tossed it into a corner of the room.  Luckily it was carpeted otherwise the noise would have alerted them instantly to what she was doing.

Paris was puzzled. "But the Captain isn't here Tuvok!"

"Mr Paris," Janeway stated.

"Then who was that?" demanded Tuvok.

"A hologram!"

B'Elanna could imagine Tuvok raising his eyebrow.

"Why do you have a hologram of the Captain, Ensign?"

Paris looked desperate, so B'Elanna decided to step in.

"Tuvok the holodeck is malfunctioning, Tom didn't create the Janeway hologram, the computer did.  It must have created her because she used the holodeck last.

"Understood, Lieutenant."

That's when Tom saw it.  It was glistening on the floor.  He walked over to the corner and picked it up.

"Tuvok I just found the Captain's commbadge.  She must have dropped it in here earlier."

"Thank you Mr Paris."

Janeway sighed in relief, until she heard Tuvok's next words.

"I will attempt to scan for the Captain's bio-signature.  Tuvok out."

'Oh dear,' was the polite version of the thoughts running through Kathryn's head.  She visibly gulped.  A glance at Chakotay's face told her that his thoughts were much the same.

"Don't swear," she whispered in his ear, feigning an angry tone.

"Ooops, did I say that out loud?" he asked.

"No, I just guessed you were swearing in your head."

"You guessed right."

"I guessed that too."

"Huh?  I'm confused."

"Good, good."

Meanwhile Tom and B'Elanna were also talking.

"Are you sure they're not in here?  Like somewhere else in the program?" B'Elanna asked, starting to get slightly suspicious.

"The Captain would have answered the hail if she was," Tom pointed out.

"I guess..." B'Elanna didn't seem convinced but she let it lie.

As luck would have it, Mrs Bennet decided to play matchmaker, ushering Kathryn and Chakotay out of the room with her, wanting to leave 'Mr Bingley' and 'Jane' together, although they didn't really need the urging of a marriage-obsessed 'mother'.

"Tuvok to Paris," Tuvok's voice came over the commline.

"Paris here."

"I have checked the bio-signatures and confirmed that the captain and commander are indeed in the holodeck.  Tuvok out."

Suddenly Kathryn burst into the room looking in feigned surprise at B'Elanna and Tom.  "What are you doing in my program?" she asked, trying to sound confused.  "Am I to understand that we can finally get out of the holodeck?"

B'Elanna shot Tom an 'I Told You So' look which Tom tried to ignore.  "Yes, Captain.  The holodeck doors are now fixed.  We came in to rescue you.  It's an... interesting program."

"Very well, you are all dismissed.  I want a full report on what happened tomorrow morning."

Chakotay watched on with amazement - he had had no idea that Kathryn was such a good actress.

As she and Chakotay left Kathryn muttered to Tom, "Enjoy your Klingon Romance novel," and walked off, leaving Tom and B'Elanna gaping after them.

"It was them!!"  B'Elanna was looking angry and mortified.  "I told you it was but you wouldn't listen.  It must have been them, and they heard us, everything we said and talking about them!"  Her voice took on a more amused tone.  "They must have seen everything too," she mused.  "Your program for example."

Tom groaned.  "Oh no!  I'm dead!"  Tom groaned again.  "Wait a minute.  They would have heard out conversation and guessed that they normally kissed in the program, but they were kissing, and they didn't stop kissing!  Which means that they were kissing anyway and so it's not a problem." he said happily, "Although the Captain will probably still kill me."

Kathryn and Chakotay walked back to their quarters rather fast, eager to get out of their period costumes.

When they reached Kathryn's quarters they stopped and Kathryn keyed in the code to her door, stepping halfway inside.

"Do you want to come in?" Kathryn asked.

"Do you mind if I change first, and come back?  I really want to get out of this costume," Chakotay asked with a dimpled smile.

Kathryn grinned back at him.  "Sure.  I'll see you in a few minutes."

Then she did something that shocked the hell out of Chakotay.  She kissed him, on the cheek, in public - there was no one that actually saw, but they could have done, as the corridor was a public place.  Then she stepped inside and the doors slid closed behind her.

Chakotay stared at the closed door in amazement, and reached up to touch his cheek.

"Did that really happen?" he asked out loud to the door.

It opened to reveal a smiling Kathryn.  "Yes.  Now go get changed," she grinned before closing the door again.

Slowly he began to walk back towards his quarters.

"I must be dreaming.  This isn't really happening" he sighed, and pinched himself on the arm.

"OW!" he muttered as he didn't wake up and the pinch hurt.

Kathryn leant against the door and burst out laughing.

"Oh the look on Chakotay's face!  it was classic!!!!  I wish I'd had my holocam ready!!"

She quickly got changed, but found she was too hyper to sit down.  So she leant against the door again, and burst out laughing.

As Chakotay reached her quarters he could hear her laughing, and guessed from the loudness that she was leaning against the door.

He grinned wickedly and keyed in his override.

Kathryn gasped as the doors flew open and she went sprawling into Chakotay's waiting arms.  She tried to glare at him.

"That was not funny!"

"Not from where I was standing!  It was hilarious!!!"

"It wasn't!" Kathryn protested in vain as she started giggling.  Chakotay picked her up and carried her inside.  She wrapped her legs around his waist and her arms around his neck as the doors slid closed.

Chakotay tightened his hold on her, still laughing.  "Then why are you laughing?" he inquired innocently.

Kathryn didn't answer.

Chakotay put her down in an armchair.  "Ve have vays of making you talk," he said and he began to tickle her.

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