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AUTHOR: Jinny R
SUMMARY: An out-of-this-world Irish celebration on Voyager. Is this the day that Kathryn
and Chakotay finally get together?
GETTING THE IRISH UP
Countdown: 4 DAYS TO GO
"May I join you, Captain?"
Janeway looked up from the PADD she was studying, and smiled. "By all means, Commander. Here, let me make some room for you."
As she gathered the scattered PADDs into one neat pile, Chakotay placed his tray on the table and took his seat. They both looked glumly at the food on it that represented todays breakfast.
"You know," she said, "there are times when I think that Neelix is actually an agent whose sole purpose is to poison us before we leave the Delta Quadrant. Do you think Im being paranoid, Chakotay?"
"Probably," he muttered. "But you know good taste when you see it and here, you dont see it." He sighed and picked up his fork. "So, what are you working on so early in the morning, Kathryn?"
"Actually, for me its still last night. Ive been looking at BElanna and Sevens proposal for an upgrade of the Infinite Improbability Generation component of the IPS all night. You know, Ive always felt confident with my understanding of the warp power flow, but I have to admit I never completely understood the ig component in the impulse system. Tell me, Chakotay, how does one "upgrade" infinite improbability?"
"Frankly, Kathryn, I find that whole concept to be infinitely improbable."
"Well, I dont understand their proposal and that makes me uncomfortable. And, since I dont like falling behind in Voyagers working systems I think its time I took a little holiday from command and did a tour of duty in Engineering to catch up. Howd you like a swing at the cat and sit in the big chair for a month, Commander?"
"Sure, Captain, whenever you want. Voyager will still have a captain who doesnt understand the ig component but honestly, I dont think anybody really does. Now, getting back to Neelix, who is the universal definition of infinite improbabilities, I should give you a little heads up about him. Hes advised me that hes planning yet another morale boosting day and, from what Ive heard on the grapevine, its going to be another lulu."
"No. Another lulu. Twentieth century phrase for holy shit."
"Oh my gawd, what has he got planned this time? Im still recovering from our Holographic Pet Show; I thought Id go crazy from all the holographic poopies I stepped in. And frankly, I still dont think there really is a cross between a Kazon Kangaroo and a Wellyump Wallaby. "
Chakotay laughed. "There is, too -- Neelix told me! Youre just jealous because I won the Blue Ribbon in Marsupials plus the Shows Gold Medal, while you didnt even get an Honourable Mention. However, back to our next imminent disaster, Neelixs new morale booster is based on a special celebratory day from centuries ago Earth. Im not familiar with it but its called" and he glanced at a padd he had brought with him, "St Patricks Day. Now, who would St Patrick be and how does one celebrate him?"
Kathryn suddenly clapped her hands and gave a small cry of joy. "Chakotay! This is wonderful! Its an old Irish holiday and holidays dont come any better than that! St Patrick was the missionary who gets the credit of converting many Irish to Christianity and also for driving the snakes out of Ireland. He died on March 17th, which should mean ." She tapped on one of her padds and waited for the response, "that we have four days to get ready for the party!" Her eyes sparkled with delight.
Chakotays face, however, remained confused. "Why did he drive out all the snakes? What did they ever do to him?"
"Oh, who knows. Legend has it that that the snake was a pagan symbol so they had to go.
" Pagan symbol," he repeated. "Thats getting a little close to home for me, Kathryn."
"No no no, Chakotay you dont understand! This isnt about religion, its about green beer and Irish stew, parades and pub songs, and maybe finding a four-leaf clover and kissing the Blarney stone. Its all about FUN, Chakotay, and its the one day when every one is either Irish or they wish they were!"
"Theres no third category? You know, for us snake lovers?"
"No! Just put yourself in my hands and well have a wonderful time!"
"Ive always thought we would if I did that, Kathryn. However, we dont have to drink green beer to get a buzz on. I have some special body oils that serve in a dual capacity and, since I prepare the duty roster, Ill even make sure that we can sleep in the next day." He smiled and his black eyes remained steady on her blue ones.
She slowly smiled back and said, "You know, Chakotay, youre more Irish than you think. But Ive got to get going now, see you on the bridge."
She gathered up her pile of padds and fled. He remained still with his fork halfway to his mouth, thinking about Kathryn, himself, body oils and, just for fun, he threw in a snake. A pretty green snake. Then he shook his head and hurriedly finished his breakfast. It was time for work.
Countdown: 3 DAYS TO GO
Tuvok was going to be a hard sell, she could just tell. Janeway hated to give direct orders when it came to off-duty activities, but she wanted the senior staffs full participation with the St Patricks Day celebrations. Besides, certain plans had been discussed concerning her Security Chief. She turned in her command chair and looked at him.
"Mr Tuvok, why are you pulling a double shift on St Patricks Day?" She held up the padd containing the duty roster and waved it at him.
"I advised Commander Chakotay that I would prefer to cover an extra bridge shift in order to allow another person to join in the festivities, Captain. I do not celebrate St Patricks Day. The Commander was most sympathetic."
"Yes, I see that. Ill be talking to him about his double shift after I finish with you. What do you have against St Patricks Day, anyway?"
"Nothing, Captain. I just dont understand celebrating the demise of innocent serpents."
"Oh, I see. Propaganda. You realize, Tuvok, that Commander Chakotay was just making an asp out of you?"
"Just a pun, Tuvok, nothing against the Prime Directive. The Commander does not entirely grasp the true spirit of the day nor the festivities associated with it."
"I have always respected the Commanders perception in tactical matters, Captain. If it is all the same to you, I will share that second shift with him."
"Sorry, Tuvok, but Im on the Planning Committee, and we have a special job for you. No one else on this ship could possibly do it as well as you. Report to Neelix at 1600 hundred hours and he will explain your duties in full."
There was a pause in which Janeway could almost swear she heard him sweat. She turned around to look at him again and smiled. No sweat, but he was definitely green. How appropriate.
"Computer, what is the location of Commander Chakotay?"
Tom, BElanna, Harry, and Seven were sitting in the mess hall with their heads over a padd. Neelix was hovering around them with a pot of coffee, but he really thought he was there to supervise. Harry was getting frustrated.
"Whats wrong with the Fair Haven programme? Its perfect and we dont have to expend any more energy on creating something else that wouldnt be half as good. Youre all being ridiculous."
"Harry, Harry Harry. Youre just not being a sensitive guy. You know that Fair Haven has bad memories for both the Captain and the Commander. After all, it wasnt loves finest hour."
"I know, Tom, but be realistic. Draping Sandrines with green crepe paper is not going to make that French dive into an Irish lullaby."
"Hes right, you know, Tom," BElanna said. "I think we should go with Fair Haven and just cross our fingers. Captain Janeway and Chakotay are adults, theyll understand."
"I do not understand the concern over this Fair Haven hologram programme. Why would the Captain and the Commander have any opinion on it at all? It is in the index. It is not restricted. It is Irish. To use it would only be logical." And Seven stared at all of them. At once.
Tom sighed. "I guess youre right. Fair Haven it is."
" Fair Haven it is what?"
They all jumped and turned around to see Chakotay staring at them in concern. Couldnt he at least learn to make noise when he walked? Wisping around on air was just plain spooky.
"Cripes, Commander, knock when you enter, will you! You scared us half to death!"
"Sorry, Tom, I keep forgetting. Now whats this about Fair Haven?"
"It is the location of the St Patricks Day festivities, Commander," explained Seven.
"Have you told the Captain, yet? Has she agreed?" he asked.
"No. However, there is no other programme that would serve as well. She must comply."
"Well, one suggestion; delete the regular citizens from the programme. Therell be enough crew attending without a crowd of holoidiots with their Irish up, hanging around looking for trouble. They almost killed the Doctor in the last brawl, and he was their priest."
"Is that the only reason you want them deleted, Chakotay?" Tom asked with a smirk.
Chakotay stared him down. "Be careful, Tom. I know where you work. And as for the rest of you, do NOT tell the Captain that I was here or where Im going." And, with that he turned around and left the mess hall. No one heard a thing.
"Couldnt tell her anything, anyway." Neelix whispered in awe. "Didnt hear where he was going over all that noise he made." And he poured everyone another coffee.
"What do you mean, hes not here. The computer just told me he was here!" Captain Janeway put her hands on her hips and gave Neelix her best stare.
"Im sorry, Captain! He was here. And then he left. Very quietly. He didnt say where he was going."
"Well, if you see him, tell him to report to me immediately. Computer! What is the location of Commander Chakotay?"
Countdown: 2 DAYS TO GO
"Im sorry, Commander, but you do not have the pox. Nor are you pregnant. Nor are you dying." The EMH considered. "Well, at least not fast enough for me. I will not issue you a medical leave from the St. Patricks Day celebrations. You are dismissed."
"Cmon, Doctor. Surely you have something in one of those hypos that could knock me on my ass for the next couple of days. Have a heart!"
"My heart is merely an illusion of light, created by a projection of photons. The captain has told me how youve managed to duck her for the last two days, Commander, and she isnt pleased. Im certainly not going to get involved with your inevitable court martial. You are dismissed."
"I would just like to remind you that Im perfectly capable of making minor adjustments to your programme. How would you like a lisp? Or an annoying rash? Or something else I might think up in my spare time?"
"Dont try to intimidate me, Commander. I have access to some terrorist tactics myself."
"Is that so, Doctor? And just what could you do to me?"
"Well, for one thing, Commander, if you dont leave my sickbay immediately Ill call Captain Janeway and .tell on you."
Chakotay knew when he was beat. He left.
The EMH smirked as he put away his medical tricorder and went to update his medical log. The crew had been relatively healthy in the recent past so it didnt take him long before he could turn to his St. Patricks Day committee duty.
He stood in front of a replicator with a padd containing the specs for some costumes. Sevens was simple, one bright green catsuit. Done. Next was Commander Tuvoks his eyebrow raised in silent tribute to him. He ran a quick diagnostic on the padd but the specs remained the same. Fine. Done. Neelixs was next. The Talaxian had the colour sense of a blind Mutallian mole. Done. His own costume was last and hed been given the right to choose it himself. He quickly accessed the data file that Captain Janeway had created for everyones research on Ireland and St. Patricks Day. He had a brilliant idea! Done!
Just as he was sorting the clothes into neat piles, the Captain stormed in.
"Where is he?" she demanded.
"To whom are you referring, Captain?" he enquired with a puzzled look on his face.
"Commander Chakotay. The computer said he was here, so where is he?"
"Ah. Well, I would imagine hes either somewhere shooting himself in the foot or sucking on the warp core. Wherever he is, Captain, he is not here, nor would I think hed be returning any time soon, even if disabled. And, may I say, thank goodness for that."
She glared at him, thought of something pithy to say, choked it down, and then turned to leave. Just then she spotted the costumes. She pointed at a pile.
"Is that Commander Tuvoks costume?" she asked.
"Yes, Captain. I hope its all right, I did double check my padd to make sure I read the pattern correctly."
"Dont worry, Doctor," she said as she picked up the pile. "It looks perfect. Do you mind if I take it to him myself?"
"As a matter of fact, Captain, I would prefer it. Mr Tuvok has a worrisome talent for the holographic sciences and I like my nose where it is. Take it out of my sight."
"Thank you, I will. Computer! What is the location of Commander Chakotay?"
Countdown: 1 Day to Go
Ensign Wildman was on her back and up to her hips under a console in the Delta Flyer. She did not hear the Captain enter.
"Ensign Wildman!" Crack went the Ensigns forehead against the consoles underpinnings as she jumped at the sudden bellow. She slid out from under.
"Captain," she said softly as she put a hand up to her wound. "I didnt hear you come in."
"Where is Commander Chakotay?"
"Commander Chakotay?" she repeated, feeling quite groggy. "I dont know, Captain, I havent seen him all day."
"The computer said he was here in the Flyer," said Janeway sternly.
"Im sorry, Captain, but Ive been performing maintenance on the Flyer here since 0800 and the Commander hasnt been here since I reported for duty." She swooned a little.
"Thank you, Ensign. Perhaps you should see the Doctor about that bump on your forehead. Its starting to turn black and blue."
"Thank you, Captain, I think I will." Wildman wobbled to her feet.
"And Ensign "
"Dont let him tone down that colour until after St Patricks Day. It looks absolutely authentic, youll be the hit of the pub!" And Janeway strode off.
"Aye, Captain," whispered Wildman. "But it is authentic, Captain," she added weakly, and started for the door. Through the haze she heard the distant faint command, "Computer! What is the location of Commander Chakotay?" She entered a lift and requested sickbay.
Meanwhile, back at the messhall ..
BElanna held up a padd. "How about this one by Adrienne Cook: St Patricks Day is an enchanted time a day to begin transforming winters dreams into summers magic. "
"I dont know, Be. It sounds pretty sappy and besides, we dont have winter or summer aboard Voyager. Its just ..its just a little .."
"It certainly is. I agree with Harry, its much too gushy." Tom pointed to his padd. "Heres one by Hugh Leonard: The problem with Ireland is that its a country full of genius, but with absolutely no talent. Its kind of witty, dont you think?"
"I certainly do, Tom," confirmed Neelix. "But were going from the sadly sentimental to the oddly insulting. At least I believe our Captain -- you know, the one with the diluted Irish blood -- wouldnt think that old Hughs comment was exactly apropos to our shindig. Not striking the right cord, as it were."
"Well, heres another one, and it cracks me up. Its from Sigmund Freud: This is one race of people for whom psychoanalysis is of no use whatsoever. "
"Sigmund Freud, that quack!" sniffed the Doctor, walking up just then to join the group. "I assume hes referring to the Irish, although it would be equally suitable for this crew. And Id like to point out that it could be taken as a positive statement, considering its source. What are you doing, anyway?"
"The Captain would like us to find an authentic quotation to use as our St Patricks Day Mission Statement. There are lots of quotes but theyre either far too sentimental or a little on the scathing side." explained Harry. "Personally, I think St Patricks Day stands on its own just fine without a slogan."
"I must agree." Seven said. "However, here is a quotation that suggests more of the convivial atmosphere stressed by the Captain than any of the others. It is from Mr Alex Levine: Only Irish coffee provides in a single glass all four essential food groups: alcohol, caffeine, sugar, and fat. This would seem to fit her perception of the day more that any of the others and I am tempted to give this drink a try. One glass of it and I could inform you, Doctor, that I had ingested more than your weeks quota of comestibles required over and above my regular nutritional supplements. Do you concur?"
"I certainly do not, Seven. One drink of that and youd be in sickbay for a week. Your Borg implants would melt down faster than a warp core breach and you wouldnt even care. Keep looking."
"Hey, instead of a quotation, how about a blessing? This one is really nice and I suppose we could change a few words to make it sound more like Voyager." And BElanna recited:
" May the roof above us never fall in
And may the friends gathered below it never fall out. "
Everyone looked at her and then at each other.
"Its perfect, BElanna. Absolutely perfect, and we shouldnt change a word."
It was unanimous. Neelix poured everyone another coffee.
"Computer! What is the location of Commander Chakotay?"
"Commander Chakotay is no longer on board."
"Computer, when did Commander Chakotay leave Voyager?"
"Unable to respond. That data is not on file."
"Computer, do you have a record of Commander Chakotay actually leaving Voyager?"
That conniving renegade. He was still tinkering with the damned computer! Well, just for that shed amend the duty roster herself and make sure hed really suffer. And shed put that damned Tuvok on report if he didnt come up with a good explanation of how one person on board could successfully disappear for days without being located. First and Second Officers, indeed! Non essential personnel!
ST PATRICKS DAY
"I resign my commission."
"Dont be ridiculous, Tuvok, what would you do if you didnt keep Voyager safe and semi-secure? Oh, and, by the way, well be talking about ships security and being in cahoots with known terrorists tomorrow. For now, however, just lift up your arms."
"I refuse, Captain. I will not appear before the crew in this appalling costume. I resign my commission."
"You said that already, Tuvok. Dont repeat yourself, its not logical. Now, lift up your arms and thats an order."
"I refuse again, Captain. Mr Neelix said nothing of this costume when I reported to him three days ago. He simply stated that I held a position of honour in todays festivities and it would be relatively short in duration. Logic would dictate that a position of honour would also be one of dignity. I resign my commission."
"Knock it off with the resignations, Commander; I already have two pages of topics for tomorrows meeting and I dont need three! Now, you either lift up your arms for me or Ill rip them off. UP!"
Tuvok considered the situation and slowly raised his arms. He was as outraged as a Vulcan could be without blowing his ears off. Janeway pulled articles out of the pile at her feet and quietly constructed the perfect Grand Marshall for todays St Patricks Day Parade. When she was finished she backed slowly away and admired her handiwork.
"Go ahead, Tuvok, take a peek in the mirror. Youre absolutely beautiful!"
He stepped towards the mirror and stared at his reflection. "And what, may I ask, am I supposed to be?" he demanded.
"Oh cmon Tuvok! Look at yourself! If youre not the most perfect leprechaun ever created, Im Neelixs mother!"
"I would be careful with my metaphors, if I were you, Captain. You forget, I have had the unforgettable experience of tasting your cooking. And what, if I may again be so bold, is the leather apron for?"
"Leprechauns are shoemakers, Tuvok, look at your gorgeous feet! And theyre really quite nasty little creatures who like their solitude. You like your solitude, too, and your current facial expression is simply perfect for the part! Theyre only about two feet tall, but they do have pointy ears and who else could pull this off better than you? Youre absolutely adorable."
"I do not believe I have ever had the desire to be adorable, Captain. If pointy ears were
a major contributing factor for this caricature, why did you not simply order Mr Vorik to assume this honour? Or, indeed, Mr Neelix if height was another of the major characteristics."
"Oh, I couldnt do that, Tuvok. Voriks too young, it would have scarred him for life and Vulcans live a long time! And Mr Neelix has too many responsibilities for making this holiday a success already. I know your resilience and strength. I know your pride for a job well done. I know your .."
"Captain, please desist. We both know I do not experience any feelings, while at the same time we both know I recognize your slyness in referring to admirable qualities. In short, Captain, I would appreciate it if you would shut up."
She looked at him in quiet amazement. "All right, Tuvok, Ill keep quiet. But, just before I do, I have to tell you about your pot of gold."
There was a pause in which Tuvok stood perfectly still, his head cocked to one side. Finally, he shook his head and said, "Excuse me, Captain, for a moment there I thought you said my pot of gold."
"I did, Tuvok. Really. Its the latinum of the dark ages and its at the end of the rainbow. The object of the game is to be the first to find it. The winner gets twenty replicator rations so you know how serious this hunt is going to be, dont you? Absolutely everyones going to be after it, probably even Neelix."
"Why would I care about this pot of gold or who wins it, Captain?"
"Because you have to try to stop them and, to make sure you try hard, theyre your rations, Tuvok. We had to make it a fair fight, if you know what I mean."
"Captain, are you trying to tell me that in addition to being exposed to all of Voyagers crew in this ridiculous costume, I am also in a position of actually losing twenty of my own replicator rations?
"Well, yes Tuvok. We couldnt just have you sulking in the corner and not being part of the action. We wanted to give you motivation."
"Indeed, Captain, you have succeeded beyond your wildest dreams. I can truthfully tell you that I am now fully motivated. It is to arm myself for the rest of the day and randomly shoot someone, hopefully even someone with reddish hair." Nope, definitely no feelings there.
"Oh Tuvok, you cant do that! Youd lose your commission!"
That evening six members of the senior staff were sitting in the remains of Sullivans, Fair Havens pub, reflecting on the days glories.
"The parade was just wonderful," sighed Janeway. She turned to Tuvok with a firm stare. "And, Mr Tuvok, you were the best leprechaun the Delta Quadrant has ever seen, bar none. Now, arent you glad you did it; everyone just loved you."
"No, Captain. I cannot truthfully say that I am glad. However, I do confess to no small amount of satisfaction."
"Yes. Well. That reminds me," and Janeway tapped her communicator. "Janeway to the EMH. Doctor, what is the current condition of Commander Chakotay?"
"He will live, Captain. I have repaired the phaser burns to his chest and mended his broken jaw. I am, however, failing to completely cheer him out of his funk. He is not the happiest patient in sickbay today."
"I understand, Doctor. Please advise the Commander that Mr Tuvok will be visiting him shortly to express his most abject apologies. He will also be transferring the remainder of his March replicator rations to the Commanders account plus a declining percentage of his rations for the next five months. Tell the Commander that Aprils transfer will be 50%, Mays 40%, and so on."
"Yes, Captain. One moment while I relay that information to my patient." And, while they waited for the Doctor to return, Tom poured everyone a fresh pint of green beer.
"Captain, are you still there?"
"Yes, Doctor. What did Commander Chakotay say?"
"I quote verbatim: Tell that green son-of-a-bitch that he can just transfer the damned rations directly to Captain Janeways account. That thieving, conspiring daughter of an Irish Artful Dodger will be the ultimate recipient of them anyway. End of quotation. Hes really quite eloquent for a person in extreme pain, wouldnt you say, Captain? I certainly respect that literary reference in his current condition."
"As do I, Doctor. Janeway out." She smiled at the others. "Sounds like Chakotays going to be just fine."
Tom nodded. "Good, Id miss the Old Man in spite of what anyone might say. You know, Captain, you really could have told him about Tuvoks state of mind when he got so intent on finding the pot of gold. After all, he was just doing it to replace all those rations you steal from him for extra coffee."
"Well, Lieutenant, I might just have done that if he hadnt been hiding from me for the last four days. I did everything except slam a Level Ten force field around him and the only reason I didnt do that was because I couldnt decide how to write it up in my logs".
Harry took a sip of his beer. "You know, hearing the Doc made me think of the outfit he had on today. Does anyone have any idea who or what he was supposed to be? I thought todays predominant colour was supposed to be green."
"It was," said BElanna. "I asked him about it and he told me I was an ignorant Klingon fool and that anyone should be able to tell who he was. You know, Captain, you really should not allow him to drink. He programmed himself to react realistically, and it turns out hes a mean drunk."
"Lt Torres is correct. I also tried to assertain that information and I, too, was insulted," said Seven. "I did not enjoy the experience." And, as she tossed her head indignantly, her enormous Kiss Me Im Irish button sparkled in the low light.
"I dont blame you, Seven, but do you think you really should have thrown all those darts at him? I mean, that had to hurt, especially after dislocating your shoulder in the pub brawl."
"It did not, Captain. I am Borg. Besides, it inspired me to slip a pain sub-routine into his programme during the rowdy sing-a-long and that made the food fight much more enjoyable. I must ask him if his pain was a result of that baked potato in his face or if it was only his feelings that suffered. And, Lt Torres, I do thank you for your diversion while I performed the upload.
"My pleasure, Seven. I thoroughly enjoyed it. I think we should have changed his colour at the same time, though. He was simply bilious."
"I concur." Seven nodded in sage agreement
"What is Blarney anyway, Captain?"
"The gift of gab, Tom. You have it in spades; did you ever visit Ireland and bend over a parapet backward to kiss the Blarney stone?
"No Captain, I think I would have remembered if Id done that. But why is the colour purple associated with it?"
"As far as I know, it isnt. I was about to ask the Doctor about that at the end of the parade, but I slipped in a pile of holographic horse poopies. I think Im going to initiate a directive against any further holographic animals on board. They seem to have the same regard to basic sanitation as their natural born brothers and sisters. That goes for holographic birds, too." And she wiped her shoulder in disgust.
"Oh, dont do that, Captain. A village without animals or birds would be a dead zone; thats why Tom and I worked so hard on making them perfect. Why dont you just watch where youre going?"
"Ill certainly consider that, Mr Kim. And do let me know the next time you reserve the holodeck, I believe Ill have some tweaking to do to your programme." She paused and smiled. Pure evil. "Thats an order, Ensign."
Harry blanched. "Yes, Captain," and he grabbed the empty pitcher and jumped to his feet. "Who else wants more? Im buying."
Everyone chorused "YES!" and Harry looked at Tuvok. "Geez, Commander, you dont have to shout so loud. Im not deaf, you know." And he stalked towards the bar.
"Hey, shouldnt we eat something with this next round? This beer isnt synthehol, you know." Tom looked around at the group while they all displayed pained reactions.
"I suppose so," responded Janeway slowly. "But that reminds me again. Janeway to the EMH. Doctor, what is the current condition of Mr Neelix?"
"He will live, Captain. Ive repaired all the sprains, cuts, and contusions and hes currently visiting with Commander Chakotay. I believe they are plotting another morale booster but they stop talking whenever I come close to them. Would you like to speak with him?"
"Later, thank you Doctor. Please pass along the abject apologies of all his fellow crewmembers and advise him that everyone will eat anything with leola root for the next month with absolutely no complaining. Try to stress upon him that we just werent expecting it in our Irish stew, let alone our corned beef and cabbage. It was most disconcerting."
"I will do that, Captain."
"Oh, and Doctor, could you please explain your costume to me. I really dont understand its significance in conjunction with St Patricks Day." Everyone around the table heard the enormous sigh emanating from her communicator.
"Really Captain, I certainly expected you to understand the reference. I thoroughly researched this celebration using your own file just before I replicated the costumes. The file reference is," and there was a short pause. "I dont understand this, Captain. I performed a diagnostic on myself only yesterday morning as routine maintenance. I can no longer find the reference file I used to design my Blarney the Dinosaur costume. One moment, Captain. Commander Chakotay, why are you laughing so hard? Stop it -- youll undo the regeneration of your jaw. Commander! What in the world is so funny? Commander Chakotay ."
Janeway quietly disconnected the link. "You know, everyone, I think this was our best morale booster yet. Does anyone have any good ideas for next years St Patricks Day?"
"Captain, I would be pleased to be next years Grand Marshall if I may be armed with our new micro hand-held cobalt torpedo launcher. It would fit very nicely in my leather apron."
"Heres Harry with the beer. And, Tuvok, I have just the toast for you. Charge your glasses, everyone!" Everyone stood and held their pints high and she continued,
" May you have the hindsight to know where youve been,
The foresight to know where you're
And (here she glared at Tuvok)
The insight to know when you've gone too far! "
They all clinked their mugs!
Late that night Captain Janeway tiptoed into sickbay and quietly approached the biobed holding her sleeping first officer. As he snored fitfully she quietly pulled back the blanket and looked at his burnt chest. When she was satisfied that it was regenerating properly she gently brought her finger up to trace his tattoo. Then she bent down and softly kissed his wounded jaw.
Both his hands snapped up and grabbed her, one hand holding the wrist of the hand tracing his forehead, and the other planting itself on the back of her head. He turned her head slightly until her kiss was meeting his own; then he deepened it until she needed her free arm to support herself. Finally they pulled away only enough to look into each others eyes.
"Youre awake," she whispered breathlessly. "Who snores when theyre awake?"
"Its an old Maquis trick; you should hear BElanna." He raised up slightly and kissed her ear. "So, you finally found me," he whispered into it.
"I knew where you were all the time." She rolled her head and offered her throat to him.
He accepted it with pleasure. "Oh really. And where was that?"
"On report, Ensign." She bent down and kissed his neck up to his ear, which she nipped. "Did the nasty leprechaun hurt you very badly?"
"Enough to warrant sweet revenge. But no one knows better than you, Kathryn, how patient I can be; Ill get him when his sprightly little back is turned." He twisted and with both arms managed to pull her up on the biobed, crushing her face into his chest for a moment. Then he pulled the cover back over them. She kissed his tender chest and then looked up and smiled.
"Okay, Ill log it as a security training issue." She snuggled back into him.
"How was your party?" he asked softly, running his hands through her hair and down her back.
She sighed happily. "It was wonderful, but I missed you. You were supposed to put yourself in my hands and have a great time, remember?" She suddenly realized that she was actually in Chakotays capable hands and enjoying it. And then she couldnt help but notice something else, lower down. She grinned and peeked up at him.
"So, youre not permanently injured?"
He smiled into her eyes. "Im quite fine, Kathryn. Im only here because the doctor suspected that Neelix and I were up to something. I have no idea what hes talking about, but he insisted."
"No idea, eh? Well, Ill take your word for it." She crossed her fingers in front of his face for her lie, and laid her head back down on his chest before continuing softly, "Chakotay, how much would you object if I overrode his order and released you to my care?"
His hand cupped her chin and brought them face to face again. "It depends, Kathryn. Truthfully, not at all, but I should warn you -- I need and want a lot of your care. One nights worth is not going to do it for me and I wont settle for it. Are you finally ready for more, Kathryn?"
"Yes," she said softly, "much more. I had a defining moment at the end of the rainbow today when Tuvok shot you. One of those blinding moments of clarity. So, OChakotay, would you like to come home with me, a run mo chroi?" *
"Aye, Katie OVoyager," he whispered as he pulled her face back down to his. A soft kiss and then he brought his eyes back to hers. "I can get my Irish up for you forever -- and wait until you meet my snake!"
Note: Neelix met up with the Wellyumps in Jeri Taylors book, "Pathways." Obviously they must have talked a little zoology over that poker game.
* "oh love of my heart"
HAPPY ST PATRICKS DAY, EVERYONE!