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I can't forget, I'm drowning in these memories
When; Morning and then evening
Rating; PG-13 for now
Characters; Chakotay and Kathryn Janeway
Summary; Chakotay has a very unpleasant morning surprise and then takes it upon himself to make Kathryn's life just a little bit better here.
Log;
Chakotay woke as he had every morning since arriving here in the City: early, but not particularly well-rested. He had a lot on his mind. Part of that was worry for Kathryn, but when wasn't he worried about Kathryn? She seemed to have taken it as a personal challenge to get him to stand on edge more often, just as he had taken it as a personal challenge to get her to relax for even an hour out of a day. He'd gotten his wish during Ginny's party. Now it seemed she would be getting the answer to her challenge.
At first, everything was normal. He rose, dressed, and was preparing to get ready for the day in the bathroom when he first looked into a mirror and noticed that something was off. For a moment, he couldn't place what it was. But then he turned his head and ice settled into his stomach, like a fist ready to pull the organ right out of his body.
His tattoo was gone. The one defining feature, and arguably the most important one, about him... suddenly wasn't there.
He blinked. And then he moved to find another mirror, to deny this could have happened. But every mirror he ran to showed the same thing. His face was clear of any marks. The mark of his tribe was gone and with it Chakotay felt as though he had lost his identity. Leaning on the kitchen table, he gripped its edge with strong fingers. This couldn't have happened. How could his tattoo be gone? It was so important to him. What was he to do without that connection to his father, to his past? And with his struggle to relax enough to contact his spirit guide, he didn't even have that to go to.
So he did the next best thing and started shadowboxing in the small living quarters. Maybe that would calm him down enough to focus on the day.
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Later that night, he decided since he really owed Kathryn for agreeing to attend Ginny's party and putting up with him that morning, he would let her collect on that debt. The least he could do was make her dinner. So, he got to work preparing her favorite dish. With a little luck, she would be busy enough to come back after he'd finished, but he wouldn't count on his luck lasting that long. With a small smile, he spared a glance at the door, finally feeling a little more back to normal. Or as normal as life got here in the City.
Rating; PG-13 for now
Characters; Chakotay and Kathryn Janeway
Summary; Chakotay has a very unpleasant morning surprise and then takes it upon himself to make Kathryn's life just a little bit better here.
Log;
Chakotay woke as he had every morning since arriving here in the City: early, but not particularly well-rested. He had a lot on his mind. Part of that was worry for Kathryn, but when wasn't he worried about Kathryn? She seemed to have taken it as a personal challenge to get him to stand on edge more often, just as he had taken it as a personal challenge to get her to relax for even an hour out of a day. He'd gotten his wish during Ginny's party. Now it seemed she would be getting the answer to her challenge.
At first, everything was normal. He rose, dressed, and was preparing to get ready for the day in the bathroom when he first looked into a mirror and noticed that something was off. For a moment, he couldn't place what it was. But then he turned his head and ice settled into his stomach, like a fist ready to pull the organ right out of his body.
His tattoo was gone. The one defining feature, and arguably the most important one, about him... suddenly wasn't there.
He blinked. And then he moved to find another mirror, to deny this could have happened. But every mirror he ran to showed the same thing. His face was clear of any marks. The mark of his tribe was gone and with it Chakotay felt as though he had lost his identity. Leaning on the kitchen table, he gripped its edge with strong fingers. This couldn't have happened. How could his tattoo be gone? It was so important to him. What was he to do without that connection to his father, to his past? And with his struggle to relax enough to contact his spirit guide, he didn't even have that to go to.
So he did the next best thing and started shadowboxing in the small living quarters. Maybe that would calm him down enough to focus on the day.
Later that night, he decided since he really owed Kathryn for agreeing to attend Ginny's party and putting up with him that morning, he would let her collect on that debt. The least he could do was make her dinner. So, he got to work preparing her favorite dish. With a little luck, she would be busy enough to come back after he'd finished, but he wouldn't count on his luck lasting that long. With a small smile, he spared a glance at the door, finally feeling a little more back to normal. Or as normal as life got here in the City.
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Which, he realized, was difficult with how he was acting, but then it had been difficult the first time around as well.
Taking his own seat, he offered her first choice of dishes, contemplating what had been going on lately. A thousand thoughts flitted through his head and so, in the effort of not losing contact and letting this be a silent meal, he spoke the first one that stuck.
"This is the first time since I got it that I haven't had it." His tattoo, he meant. "I don't understand how something that's such a distinct part of me could be taken and given to someone else."
An almost clinical observation of what was going on. They could start with that and see what the rest of the conversation held, couldn't they?