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29 January 2007 @ 08:39 pm
Getting somewhere? Maybe.  
::steps out of quarters, looking discreetly around for rarely absent self-proclaimed assistant::

::silently praises Tuvok for having a bad night::

::nods to passing ensign, moving the short distance to next door over...Captain's quarters::

::ponders whether a summons from katiejaneway might prove worse than an evening with mirrorlinnis in the end::

::gives up weighing evils, jabbing chime and feeling vaguely idiotic doing so::
 
 
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katiejaneway on January 30th, 2007 03:45 am (UTC)
::hastily finishes putting carefully prepared roast on the table, sliding wine decanter beside it::

::surveys little tableau with approval for a moment, giving him time to wait::

::finally dusts off sleeves, leaning back against table and folding arms::

Come in, Chakotay.
captainchakotay: you foolcaptainchakotay on January 30th, 2007 06:48 pm (UTC)
::obeys, offering cursory glance over her shoulder::

::hides a wince, barely::

A late dinner invitation?
katiejaneway on January 30th, 2007 08:50 pm (UTC)
::glances at nearby chronometer, making a little noise of surprise::

Is it late? I suppose my insomniac tendencies caught me again.

::moves eyes to the food, then back to companion::

Well, you don't expect me to eat it all myself, do you?

::slides into seat, beckoning him to do the same before shaking out napkin::

I thought an opportunity to discuss certain matters without interruption would be nice, and I suspect you haven't shared a great many business dinners in the past few years...
captainchakotay: you foolcaptainchakotay on January 30th, 2007 09:04 pm (UTC)
::grits teeth::

A few. Paris is particularly eloquent and enlivened over a decent meal. Sam isn't a bad cook by any standard.

::halts defensive spiel of names, instead focusing on her cooking...after so long a dearth, isn't certain digestive tract is up to the challenge::

::coughs, breaking own taboo and pouring wine instead::

What was it you wanted to discuss?
katiejaneway on January 30th, 2007 10:14 pm (UTC)
::lifts brow a bit, spearing a potato with fork and swirling it around in rich gravy::

The effort to retrieve Mr. Paris and your other lost sheep, for a beginning. Miral and I have been working around the clock, and I do believe we have the mechanics of the entire matter worked out.

All we need now is a little Borg ingenuity.
captainchakotay: you foolcaptainchakotay on January 30th, 2007 11:52 pm (UTC)
::sets glass down, staring guiltily at empty plate::

::suppresses sigh, transferring a dollop of the roast to own plate, then fork::

::chews carefully, relieved to find her offering at least edible::

And I told you that I was leaving you to your own devices for that. There's a chance Seven might forgive the end, but I'm not spear-heading the means.
katiejaneway on January 31st, 2007 12:05 am (UTC)
Seven, Seven.

::lets fork clatter on plate, lifting own glass to take a lingering sip::

::replaces it, staring across the table intently::

Please don't be offended by the query, Chakotay...but, wholly in the interest of examining command differentials, tell me...is there anything you do spear-head these days?
captainchakotay: trail of tearscaptainchakotay on January 31st, 2007 12:21 am (UTC)
::quickly masks surprise at the question...one tactless even by Janeway standards::

::works even harder to mask hurt, probably with far less success::

::bends, spitting the replicated piece of meat back onto plate without making any attempt to politely hide the action::

::swigs wine before putting decanter back down onto table with a satisfying thud::

These people can do the job without a death grip on their collars, Kathryn. They've been out here twice as long as your crew, and it's a fair wager they've experienced more a share of humbling hardship. I'd damn well rather let them work at it from day to day as a relatively sane and happy family than drive them to the brink in a demented race home.
katiejaneway on January 31st, 2007 12:34 am (UTC)
...

Well.

::dabs at corners of mouth, weighing next words more carefully::

Perhaps you have a point.

::steers to next topic::

You don't believe your Seven of Nine will be open to assisting us?
captainchakotay: trail of tearscaptainchakotay on January 31st, 2007 12:59 am (UTC)
::taps fingers on table impatiently, mouth twitching::

She's no more my Seven of Nine than anyone else's. I'm not about to presume anything about her opinion on the matter.

I will say this, though...you're more likely to receive a relatively warm reception if you approach her on equal terms, without the bull-headed banner of conquest.
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katiejaneway on February 18th, 2007 03:49 am (UTC)
We can begin any time. I simply wanted to run the matter by you one final time, since this is after all your vessel and we seem to be retrieving your people.

::hopes tones convey what a sacrifice of time and energy the ordeal has been, especially with a quarter-Klingon assistant...never let it be said Kathryn Janeway isn't sympathetic::

Another day or so at most. I'll contact you immediately before we attempt contact...unless, of course, you would prefer to be left out of the project entirely. I believe you can trust me with your ship and crew.
captainchakotaycaptainchakotay on February 18th, 2007 04:11 am (UTC)
...

::scrapes chair back, not bothering to meet her eyes or disguise the weariness in tone::

Do what you need to do, Kathryn. Just plan to be on the way back to your ship soon if your plan works.

Your efforts here have been more than appreciated by all of us, but it could be dangerous for us to forget the difference between ghost and flesh.
katiejaneway on February 22nd, 2007 03:59 am (UTC)
::stares at him, intent on deciphering::

That was my plan all along.

::moves, sliding by him en route to the door::

::pauses, turning back::

You never answered my question directly...or perhaps I simply wasn't asking the right one. You've been on this ship in this god-forsaken quadrant for nearly two decades. Why are you still alone, Chakotay?
captainchakotaycaptainchakotay on February 23rd, 2007 02:55 am (UTC)
...

::closes fists, grasping recycled, still stale air::

::finally manages a little laugh, directed more at self than companion::

Do me a favor, Captain. Wait and ask yourself that in a decade.

Who knows...you might even find you have the answer.
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