CHAPTER THIRTEEN

 

Sometimes, she had dreams of Indiana. Whenever she stood at her viewport watching the streak of stars as Voyager traveled at warp, she thought of her home. On moonless nights, it would be dark, and there would be no stars. As a child she always knew they were there even if on such deep nights she couldn't see them. Now, when she stared out the viewport, she imagined the darkness, the deep night that found an echo in her heart. She pulled her satin robe tighter around her, as if the coldness, the stark expanse of black touched her.

 

Kathryn cast a glance in the dark  where Chakotay was lying in bed. Tonight they hadn't made love. He had been as pensive returning to their quarters as he had been on the bridge the whole morning. The doctor had treated him for his raging headaches, but there had still been some residue pain, she imagined. He hadn't spoken much when he returned to the bridge, but he had grasped her trembling hand and somehow, she felt assured by his touch. He had been to the nursery where Joe and Samantha had been taking care of the babies, with Susan and Mariah in attendance.

 

Chakotay had gone himself to collect Tara for the evening; he had bathed her and settled her for bed, for a while allowing her to lie on his chest on the couch while he played with her. Tara had fallen asleep and later when it was too quiet, Kathryn had gotten up from her desk to check up on them and found father and daughter sleeping. She had smiled indulgently as she saw how close Chakotay held Tara as he lay on his back, making even in his sleep certain that the baby was safe and protected. When she tried to prize Tara from his grasp, he had woken up and smiled sheepishly at her. They hadn't spoken much after she tucked their daughter safely in her crib. Chakotay had gone to shower and later, dressed in boxers and his robe hanging open  with the long cord trailing, he had fixed them some dinner. They ate in silence until Chakotay had broken it by saying:

 

"I should have told you, Kathryn..."

 

A warmth spread inside her, an apprehension that he had not spoken about the doctor's prognosis of his condition.

 

"About what?"

 

"The headaches. I'm sorry, I've been having them for a while - since the accident, in fact. I didn't want you to worry, sweetheart."

 

"Chakotay, you know I worry anyway. I - "

 

"See?" There was a sudden flare of irritation in his eyes. "Now, are you going to tell me about Tara?"

 

It had come so suddenly that she scraped the chair as she rose and walked away from him. In the bedroom she paced and he stopped her, gripping her shoulders.

 

"There were complications during your pregnancy, Kathryn. It was something the doctor let slip out, thinking that you had told me already - "

 

She sighed and looked away from him, unable to break his grasp on her shoulders.

 

"Chakotay," she said quietly, "when we married, when I finally  made the commitment to throw myself at your feet and at your mercy, do you know how protective you became?"

 

"I smothered you?" he asked softly.

 

"Not quite. But it was something new for me, and not so new. You were like that on New Earth and I knew that you would do anything to protect me..."

 

Chakotay pulled her into his embrace and he ran his fingers through her hair.

 

"I don't want to lose you, Kathryn..." he whispered, his voice sounding hoarse as he held her closer in his embrace.

 

Kathryn shivered violently at the memory of Chakotay's words earlier. That was the problem, she thought. He was fanatical about keeping his family safe. How could she deny him that necessity? He had lost everything, his homeworld, his family, the fabric of his existence, his reason for living. With the Maquis he had carved for himself a new family, of not in blood, then in the brotherhood of their common bond and purpose. He lost more than half of them in the Delta quadrant, and in the beginning he felt as lost as she and everyone else did, without a family and home. She remembered him saying very early on in their journey that the crew was going through a period of mourning, that they had to come to terms with losing everything they held dear. When Chakotay married her, she became his family, she and Tara. He had gone through his period of mourning before, and now, with a wife and daughter, he would die to protect them, to keep his family and keep them safe. Chakotay had everything to lose, because he had lost so much already.

 

Yes, she couldn't deny him his right to be protective over them.

 

Quietly, keeping the details only to the minimum, but in such a way that it was sufficient, she told him about her pregnancy, about Tara being born a month early. She told him that her age for a first pregnancy had been a factor, that she suffered hypertension during pregnancy and that she had to take bed rest the last two months. She hadn't wanted to tell him then, knowing how he would storm sick bay and force her to comply to the doctor's advice; knowing how he would be constantly worried. She hadn't felt too sick, and only the mild discomfort of  the additional weight gave her restless nights, nights in which he insisted on massaging her back.

 

About the birth, she hadn't wanted to say much, because the details of it were hazy, even to her. She had been in labour long, and Tara... Tara was suffering fetal distress. Kathryn had gone into labour in their quarters, knew that she had just cried out Chakotay's name and afterwards everything went black, until she came to in sick bay where Chakotay had screamed at the doctor that he'd kill the EMH if anything went wrong. She had been in too much pain to reassure Chakotay that everything would be alright. She had read the medical report only weeks later....

 

Kathryn turned to look at Chakotay again. He had been satisfied with her explanation, been happy that everything turned out well in the end for mother and baby. There had been only one uneasy moment. It pained her when she saw the sad look on his face.

 

"You'll not have another baby, Kathryn."

 

She had nodded, remembering how deep her own disappointment ran when the EMH informed her. Chakotay had taken her in his arms.

 

"We have Tara, our most wonderful gift, honey," he declared firmly.

 

"You're not disappointed?" she asked. She had never before asked him, too afraid of his reaction. She had not wanted to talk much about it at the time, and somehow, tending to Tara, had taken the attention away from that decision to tell Chakotay. Then too, she had hoped... But the doctor had been firm. Her own predisposition to hypertension during her first pregnancy, her age, other complications.... She sighed. Looking at Chakotay, he had only love in his eyes when he said:

 

"I would be a selfish beast if I thought I'd want you to have more babies knowing it wouldn't be possible..."

 

She nodded again, knowing that that was exactly what Chakotay of old would have said had she trusted herself enough to tell him then.

 

"Thank you..."

 

"You are important to me, sweetheart."

 

"Did I tell you that you always knew we'd have a girl, and that her name would be Tara?"

 

"I was that self-assured?"

 

"Oh, yes. I had no choice but to have a girl, and the only concession you made was to have Tara's middle name 'Kathryn'.

 

"She looks a lot like me," Chakotay said with a note of pride in his voice.

 

"Sweetheart, I wouldn't have it any other way. I love her dimples..."

 

About what the doctor said about his condition, that he would not get his memory back because there were other traumatic events Chakotay had suppressed violently before his accident, she didn’t tell him. She didn't know which ones they were, and to hazard anything would be to have Chakotay in a vortex of headaches again as he endeavoured to remember them. Kathryn repeated though, the doctor's words that Chakotay had accepted himself, albeit unwillingly. He may never get his memory back.

 

"One day at a time, Chakotay," she assured him. He had given a sigh, kissed her tenderly and they had gone to bed. She had lain in his arms for a long time until she could hear his even breathing. Then she rose quietly, making sure not to disturb him. Now, standing at the viewport, the dark night enveloped her. Sighing deeply, she walked to their bed and slid under the covers. Chakotay stirred, his hands moving instinctively to touch her. She crawled into his arms and Chakotay gave a sigh of contentment. Kathryn closed her eyes, thinking of what the next day might bring them. Worming closer to him, she breathed softly:

 

"I love you, Chakotay..."

 

As the swirling waves of sleep overcame her and she drifted away,  Kathryn thought she heard Chakotay murmur:

 

"Love of my life..."

 

**** 

 

One month later Harry Kim announced on the bridge the presence of a star system ten light years away. Lieutenant-Commander Tuvok corroborated by adding that the Star System as charted in sector 5768 by Seven of Nine in the Astrometrics lab consisted of 13 planets, that three of the planets were M-Class, while two were D-Class planets. One planet, the 13th planet, was L-Class and uninhabitable.

 

"My guess is," said Tom Paris, "that we approach the first of the M-class worlds."

 

"Tuvok," Chakotay said as he rose from his chair, "what are the risks?"

 

"None, Commander. From our communication with Toren Kaymam of the Enderon Star System, it is a civilisation of warp capabilities, the inhabitants are explorers and peaceful."

 

"Kathryn?"

 

"Well. it seems we've found our planet for shore leave," she said, her mouth lifting at the corner at the prospect of the crew finally being able to go planetside. "Tom, how long before we  can get there?"

 

"Are we in a hurry, Captain?" Tom asked, smiling broadly as he turned to look at the commanding officers who were both standing on the platform just behind him.

 

"Not particularly, now that we know it's there," she said. "Warp 6, Mr Paris."

 

"That should get us there in ten days, Captain."

 

"Good. Mr Kim, at the first opportunity, open a hailing frequency. I want to announce our arrival."

 

"Aye, Captain," Harry responded. "I can't wait..." he muttered under his breath. Chakotay sat down again and leaned over to Kathryn..

 

"Is this the shore leave you promised me three months ago?"

 

**** 

 

Noah Lessing was a nervous wreck as he stood outside Susan Nicoletti's quarters. Susan had agreed to accompany him to Melvech Alpha and he was going to buy her a special gift today. He had been in a tizz all morning, and the past few days while the crew rotated taking turns to go planetside, he couldn't wait. He heard good reports of the inhabitants and the first city boasted several market places where he could find some good purchases.

 

Last night Susan had said yes to him and he had been over the moon - at least one of Melvech's three moons. Susan and he had not been intimate and he admired Susan for asking that they wait. She admired him for agreeing to wait. He didn't mind, but they had kissed often and many times he had to rein in his passion before it rode away with him. Susan had been so good at being lifted high off the floor when he hauled her in his arms. He had always been teased about his height, and knew that there'd be trouble if ever he became romantically involved with a lady who slotted in below his arm.

 

When her doors opened, Noah beamed, and the perpetual frown that had grown part and parcel of his forehead appeared to dissolve. Susan was in casual clothes, her tunic slinking to her body's shape. She  looked so attractive, he wanted to pull her into his arms right there and kiss her to kingdom come. His brother would have teased the very devil out of him. Elroy Devine Lessing had been a real ladies' man and he couldn't understand that brother Noah wanted to wait for the right woman to cross his firmament. Once Noah had had a girl, way back when he was serving on another ship, but he had been left deflated. Desiray Melrose was not  the one. He had subconsciously been searching and when he came on board Voyager, dead scared of the Captain and Commander Chakotay especially after his arrogant behaviour, he had seen Susan one night. He had been sitting at the same table in the mess hall for weeks, and after the Commander almost decked him and ordered him to mix with the crew, he had looked up one evening and Susan was standing at his table. She was with Mariah Henley who married James Hamilton. From that moment on, he had been smitten by her smouldering golden brown eyes so like his own, and every time he looked at her, he felt like a trout battling helplessly on a hook, ready to grace Susan Nicoletti's table.

 

"Noah, you're staring," she said.

 

"I am?"  He shook his head. What was he thinking?

 

"Bend down, silly man."

 

He complied. How could he not? Susan's smoky brown eyes reeled him in. She grabbed his head, pulled him further down and kissed him - a lingering kiss that told him as much as he wanted to know of her intent.

 

"We're asking the Captain to marry us tomorrow?" he asked hopefully as he straightened up again.

 

"Yes, Noah. Now, let's go."

 

When they reached the transporter pads, three other small groups were waiting in the queue to beam down.

 

*** 

 

"Chakotay!" Kathryn cried out as her husband lifted her off the floor and gave a whoop of delight.

 

"What can I say, Kathryn? We're finally taking a break, and I feel great!" He kissed her for long moments before releasing her. Chakotay looked her up and down and Kathryn glowed in his open appraisal. She was wearing her blue dress, the same dress she was wearing when he made love to her in the holodeck six weeks ago.

 

"Did I tell you I love you in that dress?"

 

"Yes, but I don't mind hearing it again."

 

"Kathryn, I just love you in that dress..."

 

Kathryn laughed. She felt just as good, and in the last month Chakotay had been the perfect lover, husband and father. They had talked often, some happy memories, others not so happy. She was delighted that he was in good spirits. Only once in the last month had he woken up in a sweat and gasped painfully for breath. She had sat through the night with him, soothing him and finally getting him into bed again. She had been relieved when he fell asleep again in a deep, peaceful slumber.

 

"I'm glad you're glad, honey. It's time out for us too. You're having any headaches...?"

 

He paused for very brief instant before answering.

 

"Haven't had one for  a while  - ouch!"

 

"Tara, honey, don't bite Daddy's leg," Kathryn chided as she picked up the baby from the floor. They had forgotten for a moment that Tara had become mobile, and was already mouthing her first words, at only eleven months. She was saying Da-da' and 'Ma-ma' and had started walking too. It was Chakotay who caught Tara when she took her first steps. Kathryn smiled indulgently at her daughter and Chakotay. Her eyes were shining.

 

"I should wear a suit of armour. I'm full of teeth marks."

 

"You're going to buy Tara something she can chew on. I take no responsibility for her biting you like that."

 

"Kathryn, honey, she takes after her mother. If I should pull off this jacket now, you'll still see the scratch  marks where your nails dug long furrows and my collarbone bears the trophies of your teeth - "

 

Kathryn kissed him before he could say more. Tara wriggled and demanded to kiss her Daddy too, which Chakotay was too happy to oblige as Tara planted dribbling kisses all over his cheeks. He looked at Kathryn, his heart swelling with pride.

 

"Last night was good, Chakotay..." she  whispered throatily.

 

"Indeed, Kathryn Janeway. We should do it again tonight.... I love wearing trophies... I just love taking off that dress..." Chakotay murmured, his eyes warm as they rested on his wife.

 

****

 

What was it with women and men, Chakotay thought as they walked along the busy promenades of the First City of Melvech Alpha, that made them move about separately? Was it by design, or just the ancient, age old conditioning that men and women tended to seek the company of their own sex? He had come down to the First City with Kathryn, who was carrying Tara on her hip. But soon the women banded together and walked on ahead of the men, and some of the men, if they weren't walking with their close intended, tended to band together.

 

Kathryn had just hurried back to tell him there was something she had seen in another lane off the promenade they were walking, and she was gone. When next he saw her, B'Elanna was walking with her, carrying Miral on her hips, with Seven of Nine in attendance. Tom and Harry had walked off somewhere. What was it with those two? Kathryn had told him that Harry was the first person who had befriended Tom when they boarded Voyager at Deep Space Nine, with Harry claiming that he didn't need others to choose his friends for him. If Chakotay didn't know that Tom was married to B'Elanna and that Harry Kim had been assimilated by Seven of Nine - she wanted to be Annika Hansen these days - into a Collective of Two, he would have said that Tom and Harry were joined at the hip. No doubt they were off seeing what extreme sporting activities they could learn from the Melvechians here, or what antics they could get up to and irritate their wives. No doubt Seven of Nine was learning the baby antics from B'Elanna and Kathryn. Only two weeks ago Seven declared: "I am with child. It is a relevant function of a Collective of Two that it spawn offspring through which the Collective will be sealed and blessed".

 

He remembered how Tom had gaped like a fish and Harry beamed from ear to ear. Chakotay rubbed his temples, felt a momentary dizziness, but it passed. Still, there was an ache, a dull throbbing at the base of his skull. This morning it had been very mild, and he thought it would clear by itself. He hadn't wanted to bother Kathryn, or the spirits forbid that she tell the doctor. Chakotay had been an invalid long enough not to want to frequent sickbay again as he had in the last months. Forcing himself to forget the ache, he looked around him. It was difficult to see anyone of the crew, although Noah, who  was as tall as the Melvechians, was walking with him. He had seen Noah and Susan together earlier, hugging and kissing... They had not noticed anyone or minded much who was looking. Kathryn had been like that with him. She had kissed him openly, with B'Elanna and Annika Hansen looking on, before declaring they were off to look at things babies could play with.

 

"Where is Susan, Noah?" Chakotay asked as they pushed through the throng of tall Melvechians to look at merchandise at the rows of stalls along the promenade.

 

"Er...She's decided to join the Captain and B'Elanna Torres, Commander," Noah replied, looking a little sheepish when Chakotay smiled.

 

"Naturally."

 

"Why, sir?"

 

"Didn't you know, Noah, that they find things to talk about that is mutually exclusive? We men are  only hangers-on..."

 

"I er...got that impression, sir," Noah Lessing replied, but his face bore a look of pride.

 

"You love her, Noah."

 

Noah coughed. He busied himself with some ornaments he had seen on a table. Chakotay waited, picking up a small wooden carving of an animal and studying it.

 

"Yes, Commander. I have been from the start."

 

"She was not forthcoming then, right?"

 

"Aye, sir. She played hard to get at first. But, sir, she's had a difficult time, back on Earth..."

 

Chakotay looked up at Noah. He had no idea or frame of reference to what Noah referred to, but understood intuitively. Susan had been dubbed by Tom 'cold hands, cold heart', yet there was a reason, and Noah Lessing had come on board a year ago and thawed the young woman's heart.

 

"Then I'm happy for you, Noah Lessing."

 

"I asked her to marry me, sir."

 

Chakotay stopped in his tracks, and Noah seemed to skid to a halt. Chakotay looked up at him, his face serious.

 

"Love her with your very breath, Noah Lessing."

 

"We'll ask the Captain as soon as shore leave is over, to marry us. I'm - I've been looking for a pledge, like - "

 

"Rings?"

 

"Aye, sir." Noah looked on the table at the jewellery display. Chakotay thought it was probably a collection of the various worlds of this star system, as he picked up one or two rings to study more closely.

 

"Here, Commander, do you think Susan will like this?" Noah showed him a pair of rings that Chakotay wondered idly whether old Earth practices extended over millennia and galaxies for marriage rituals. These were rings that not necessarily indicated a sign or pledge for marriage, but for Noah it was the ideal thing. The two rings were of an ore Chakotay could only think had been mined here on this world. It was a dark gold that shone black or deep brown as the sun caught it. Wrought only twice, it looked like two entwining snakes.

 

"It's a good symbol, Noah."

 

"Thank you, Commander. Then I shall buy it." Noah smiled benignly at the Melvechian before making the exchange.

 

"Noah..."

 

"Aye, Commander?"

 

Chakotay frowned deeply as he looked up at Noah. He held a ring in his palm, then put it down absently.

 

"Did I wear a wedding band?"

 

"You did indeed, sir."

 

"Thank you, Noah." Then Chakotay gave a light moan and rubbed his temples.

 

"Sir?"

 

"Sorry, Noah. I don't know what is happening, but I have a headache. It's been brewing since this morning. Let's get to the women. I might - "

 

"Keep in the shade then, Commander," Noah instructed just as he paid for the rings. "I think they're in the next turnoff. If we walk fast, we'll catch up with them quickly."

 

They hurried and rounded the next corner. The sun was directly in their eyes and with the tall Melvechians they couldn't see the women. Then it happened. About fifty metres away, a small opening appeared in the throng of the tall alien people and Chakotay and Noah saw them. Kathryn was fielding something away with her arm; in the next instant Tara was wrested from her. Chakotay watched in terror as a screaming Tara thrashed about in the alien's arms. Then a hand lifted high, something silver flashed - a long dagger, perhaps a sword - and it came down on Kathryn. There was a scream... Chakotay didn't know whether it issued from him or Noah. For a few critical seconds Chakotay was rooted to the spot, his body unable to move, unable to respond in instinctive reaction to what he was witnessing. Only when the terrible fear was loosened, he came alive.

 

"What the hell?" Chakotay cried as his feet carried him forward. "What - the - hell - ?" he cried out again.

 

"Commander!"

 

Chakotay ran.

 

Even through his blind rage and fear he saw hands were thrashing and jabbing about Kathryn and B'Elanna. He heard their screams.

 

"Kathryn!"

 

"Commander!"

 

Chakotay watched in helpless horror as Kathryn went down.

 

"No! Kathryn! Kathryn!"

 

The pain hit him at base of his skull with such force that Chakotay stumbled, pushed aside three Melvechians who looked at him in surprise. Chakotay was dizzy; in the haze of pain he saw Kathryn falling, Tara screaming, Miral screaming. "No... Oh, God...no..." Chakotay grabbed his head; he felt his skull break open...open... The pain came. It thundered like storming chariots into his head... He was about ten metres away, tried reaching for her with his hands. Still he was too far away. His face was wet...wet...

 

"Kathryn! My God! No! No!" 

 

He sank slowly to his knees as he succumbed to the open chasm of pain. He went in tumbling...tumbling...going down...down...down where grey mists turned to evil black clouds.

 

In the deep, the darkness welcomed Chakotay like a long lost son.

 

**** 

 

END CHAPTER THIRTEEN

 

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