one more day in paradise (forward-dated to sunday)

[chakotay]

When; February 9th
Rating; let's say PG-13 for the half-Klingon being in the same room as the omnipotent being. There might be an honor issue in here somewhere
Characters; Chakotay, Kathryn Janeway, B'Elanna Torres, Harry Kim, Pavel Chekov, Hikaru Sulu, and Q. Yes, even Q
Summary; Chakotay decided that it would be nice for both crews to get together and talk / bond. And Q would've turned up to party crash anyway.
Log;


They were all going to meet at Chekov's little cottage in the woods for this get-together and Chakotay hoped it would be a success, if not a smashing one. He was well aware that it might be a slightly more volatile situation than any of them really wanted simply because Q would be there -- and he knew Q would've been there even if he hadn't been invited -- but he had to hope that everyone would be able to keep their tempers in check and Q would take what he'd said about respect to heart. Maybe then they would be able to enjoy this dinner without hostilities.

Chakotay had done a good part of the cooking. Anyone else was welcome to have cooked or brought something -- no dishes by the captain please -- but he was ready and willing to bring the majority. Cooking was something he was used to and he'd come to like it, especially in this place. It meant he could provide something interesting and it took up a good part of the time he might otherwise spend working in the labs or just being bored. Or trying to meditate or contact his spirit guide. That had been hit or miss lately and he had a feeling that had more to do with the City itself and less with him in general.

But none of that mattered. What mattered was this dinner and how everyone would take it. Hopefully it would all work out. With the food all set out now they just had to wait for everyone else.

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[fingersnapping]

He softened his hand against her cheek, but for a moment made no move to step away, nor closer still.

"A better ending for them, perhaps, but in terms of storytelling it's dreadfully grim. Whatever happened to riding away into the sunset?"

His smile concealed the fact that it actually stung, would probably continue to long after she'd forgotten, and lived and died and all the other things that mortals did. Or perhaps, restored as Q, he wouldn't remember how much he really cared. It was a very grim ending, but it was the only one that suited.

For now, though, he could lean in and brush a kiss to her mouth in the empty street, safely ensconced in the darkness between one streetlight and the next.

[directives]

She lingered longer than she should've, enjoying these little moments wherein she felt like just an ordinary woman and not someone with more responsibility sitting on her shoulders than any single person ought to have. In these brief, passing moments she could pretend Voyager had never been lost, that she'd moved on from Mark in ways that didn't involve incredible distances and Dear John letters, that she'd somehow found a balance between command, science, and the personal life that was always waiting in the wings for her to raise the curtain and make room for it on the stage. But that's all it was — a moment.

And it passed, Kathryn drawing back to retrieve the carrier full of tribbles before any of the damned things escaped and started breeding in the streets.

"I'm afraid those types of endings are more fantasy than reality. There's a reason happy endings are the subject of so many holonovels. People like to play them through to the end, because otherwise, they might never achieve one in their actual lives. Chances are, they won't. Very few do. Certainly not I." Or you.

[fingersnapping]

He lets her pull away without fighting it, instead moving to put one hand in his pocket and crossing the other behind her, settling it on her hip. It's a little too close for outside, but it's a warning as such that he intends to take them home. Mostly because they have four minutes to get the tribbles out of their box before they exceed critical mass.

"Certainly not you? And what's the point of working so hard if it means being denied a happy ending, Kathy? Certainly not the pleasure of watching your own children grow, I grant you, but the children of your extended family? How many of your crew do you suppose will name you godmother? How many christenings will you see? How many of the most famous days of Starfleet's golden age will be events you grace with your presence? And of course, the golden age of the Continuum. There are momentous days to come, Kathryn, and for you - for any mortal - that should be happy ending enough."

A flash, midstep, and they emerge in the front room of their apartment, where Q gently takes the grip of the carrier from her hand.

"Life is about the journey, not the destination."

[directives]

"Exactly," she said as the arrived inside their apartment, completely unphased by the sudden move from the street to a room indoors a few blocks from it. "Which is why the journey will make dealing with the end result worth it."

For them. Anyone who knew her could tell him that she was fighting tooth and nail to get home for them and not herself. But of course, he didn't need any of them to tell him that, did he? He ought to know that better than anyone and could probably see the inevitable challenges that being back in the Alpha Quadrant after being gone so long, with Maquis officers, in the wake of a devastating war was going to bring. She wasn't going to enjoy any of it, she knew that. She was likely going to hate being known as the woman who brought a crew back from the great beyond for the rest of her life, but that journey — however long it took them to get home — was going to make it worth it.

"I'm going to drop this in my room and lock it, stuff a towel under the door frame. You hit the proverbial switch and let them out once I do?"

Kathryn feared they'd escape otherwise, stepping away from him to see to doing just that.

[fingersnapping]

He nodded, quietened, and moved after her, hovering near the doorway. Of course, the tribbles would all disappear at midnight, how bad could it get? But he suspected her desire to confine them stemmed from not wanting alien creatures from her home universe temporarily infecting the entire tower block. Q would have offered to banish them, but he could already hear her admonishment now: he had brought them into existence and he should deal with the consequences of having done so--something like that. So he doesn't even offer to get rid of them.

And as soon as she escapes from her room, blocking up all escape routes, he clicks his fingers, releasing the temporary tribbles. Their gentle cooing noise could be heard even through the closed door.

"Despite my reservations, I actually had a rather pleasant evening. I hope you did too?"

[directives]

"I did, actually. It's been a long time since I had that many people addressing me by first name in one room before."

Which was awkward in its own way, because her people (Chakotay aside) never called her anything other than Captain. Asking them to step outside of that box and address her casually caused uneasiness on both sides, but perhaps it was a necessary step towards befriending them all as someone other than their captain. For while she was still a captain, there was no ship to command and their duties were considerably less and more lax than they were on Voyager. She could get used to that idea in time.