Two Day's
Notice
by Susan de-fluke
They sat alone
together on the sofa by the windows, talking and laughing
together. These moments were rare and he took them where he
could get them. Just to be near her, to see her smile, to
see her eyes light up.
"Chakotay,
how about we go to the holodeck?" she asked suddenly.
"I'd
love to," came his instant reply.
Neither had
noticed the glittering dot of light, as it floated towards them.
It disappeared momentarily in side Chakotay's body. He
jolted, and fell to the floor. Kathryn was leaning over him
a second later.
"Chakotay?
Chakotay!" She shook his shoulder and suddenly gasped.
And blacked out.
~~~
Kathryn stirred,
feeling hot. Raising herself slowly, she tried to work out
where she was. On the floor of her quarters. Suddenly,
without warning, she vomited. Getting up, she rushed to the
bathroom.
Chakotay
opened his eyes and looked round. What was he doing on the
floor? And the floor of the Captain's quarters, no less.
He could smell bile. Swiftly getting to his feet, he looked
round. Someone was retching heartily, and someone - the
same someone, no doubt - had been sick on the carpet.
Easily
remedied.
"Computer,
clean the carpet in this room."
A
slight buzzing sound lasted for five seconds, and then ceased.
Chakotay peered into the bedroom, the bathroom was beyond. The
door was wide open. All was quiet.
"Kathryn?
Are you all right?"
Bee
bop. "0-600 hours. Wake-up call Captain Janeway,"
the computer droned.
"0-600?"
Chakotay's widened. "Whatever hit me last night,
knocked me out cold for seven hours," he called.
"Kathryn?"
She
was sitting on the bathroom floor, trying to catch her breath.
She gradually moved to press the manual flush.
"I
think we should tell Tuvok what happened, and get to sickbay."
Kathryn
stood up, slowly, and nodded.
"Are
you all right?" he repeated worriedly.
"Just
dizzy."
He
reached out to lend her his arm. "Come on, I'll help
you get to Sick Bay."
~~~
The Doctor
appeared from his office the moment the doors parted.
"Something
happened to us last night," Chakotay explained. "Something,
I don't know what - it felt like it was ripping me insides out.
Then I was on the floor, it paralysed me somehow. I don't
know what happened after that. I woke up this morning, on
the floor. The Captain was suffering with nausea."
"You
say 'it' paralysed you. Can you describe what you saw?"
"I
didn't see anything. There was no sound, smell, taste, just
the sudden pain; the sensation of being ripped apart."
"Well,
you're fine now. Nothing is showing up on my scan. I'll
treat the Captain. If I need to run further tests, I'll
call you back in."
"Will
you be okay?" he asked the Captain.
"I'm
sure I'll be fine. The Doctor will probably just give me
something for the nausea and the dizziness, and I'll join you at
morning briefing as usual."
Chakotay
nodded, with a slight smile and left.
"Okay,
lie down, and I'll begin." The scanner whirred over
her for several seconds. The Doctor raised an eyebrow,
reconfigured the tri-corder, and redid the scan. This time
both eyebrows shot up. "Oh..my..heavens."
~~~
Chakotay was
aware of their gazes the moment he entered the room.
"I
hear you spent the night in the Captain's quarters," came
the expected cheeky comment.
Everyone
expected it, but not the response it evoked.
"Shut
up, Paris! Or I'll strip you of rank, and personally throw
you out the airlock!"
Paris
stared at him, aghast. And, he knew he had gone too far.
The Commander's eyes were smouldering in their intensity. But,
it wasn't anger that burned there, it was pure fear.
"What's
happened?" Kim asked.
Chakotay
sighed and dropped into his seat. "I'm not sure yet.
But, I'm willing to bet that something attacked us, leaving us
both out cold for over seven hours."
"What?"
several voices chorused.
"I
have the answers," a voice chimed in. The Doctor
and the Captain arrived. Janeway's expression revealed her
shock at something. It had been a full hour since Chakotay
had last seen her. What had taken them so long? He
watched her sit down, face ashen. She laced her shaking
fingers together on the table in front of her.
Sprits,
if he was afraid, she was terrified. And she would not meet
their eyes.
"Last
night," she began in a shaky voice. "At
approximately 23-41 hours, Commander Chakotay and I were rendered
unconscious by some unknown force. It left him unharmed."
What
about you? Chakotay almost said, but was interrupted.
"'It'.
Can you be more specific?" Tuvok asked.
"It
could have been an unknown entity, lifeform, or an energy
discharge of some kind," Janeway clarified.
"Ship's
logs did not record anything unusual at that time. The
question needs to be asked - will it happen again? Is the
ship or crew at risk?"
"I
can answer that," the Doctor replied flatly, crossing
to the wall monitor. "The ships logs would not have
recorded this phenomenon, largely because this class of vessel is
not equipped to scan the lower levels of subspace. Whether
it will cause any harm to the ship, or to the crew, remains to be
seen."
"Subspace?"
Kim blurted.
"I
detected a subspace resonance trace emitting from within the
Captain's body," the Doctor said.
"You
said, 'it will'." B'Elanna noted. "Are you
saying that it's still here?"
"I
am." The Doctor activated the screen and showed them a
picture. "This is what it looks like."
In
horror, Chakotay was on his feet.
"What!?"
Kim said.
B'Elanna's
jaw dropped.
"My
scans revealed this embryo, or fetus as it is now, to be at
approximately seven weeks gestation."
Janeway
sat frozen in her seat, could not even bring herself to look at
the screen. Chakotay stared at the pinkish form on the
screen, its heart beating and its limbs twitching.
"Oh,
gods," Tom muttered.
"To
my knowledge, this has only occurred once before," Tuvok
spoke. "To a Betazoid woman on the USS Enterprise D,
in 2365."
"I
am aware of that incident, but this is entirely different. The
child you mentioned had only one DNA marker, his mothers. This
child has two. Captain Janeway's and.... Commander
Chakotay's."
Stunned
silence ensued.
"Bitch,"
he whispered. Slowly, he turned to her. "You
bitch! How did you pull it off, huh? Spike the food,
the coffee!?" His voice slowly rose.
"Commander!
Haven't you been listening?" the Doctor demanded.
"Don't
give me that bull s**t! I've had this little ruse pulled on
me before. And, I took it last time, because there was a
chance, a very small chance, but a chance nonetheless, that that
child WAS mine. But this!?" He jabbed a finger
at the screen.
"Commander!
This is not a lie!" the Doctor objected.
"I
don't want to hear another word of it!" Chakotay
bellowed. "I could have taken it from you. But
you..." He turned to the Captain, this time he was
angry. "After all we've been through, after everything
that's happened...and you pull a stunt like this. How could
you? How could you stoop to Seska's level?" Don't
expect me to jump through that hoop again, because I wont!"
Snapping the field commission bar off his collar, and tossing it
across the table, he watched it skitter and come to rest against
the back of Kathryn's hand.
Still,
she did not move, or look up.
"I'm
through. I'm through wasting my time on you. Captain!"
Several
pairs of eyes followed his exit, and turned to each other
uncomfortably.
"When
can we expect the child's arrival?" Tuvok asked.
"Assuming that is, the decision has been made to allow its
continued existence."
"In
about fifty hours. Two days from now," the
Doctor returned.
Janeway
swallowed emptily. "Dismissed," she spoke
softly. "It's going to be a wonderful Saint Patrick's
Day."
~~~
As the hours
ticked by, Janeway's body protested at what this entity was
forcing upon it.
"I
can't stand for too long, my back hurts. If I sit too long,
I get pains in my legs. The head aches are unbearable.
I could eat this morning. Now, I can't stop eating!"
She sighed heavily. "Do you know how many jars of
pickles I have eaten? Do you? Take a guess!"
"Sixteen,"
Neelix put in, helpfully.
Samantha
Wildman pulled a face. The only person on board who could
truly understand what she was going through, was an Ensign; when
the only person who she wanted to share this with was Chakotay.
But, he had made his feelings abundantly clear.
"Have
you told Commander Chakotay how you feel?" The Ensign
asked gently. "I mean, not just physically,
emotionally as well."
"He's
made his feelings abundantly clear," Kathryn repeated
her thoughts out loud.
"I
think he was a little shocked, and hurt, Captain. You have
kept him at arms length for years, afraid to acknowledge your
feelings for each other, and, now, all of a sudden, you announce
that he's going to be a father."
Kathryn
stared at her.
"I
- I meant no disrespect, Captain," Samantha added
quickly.
Kathryn
attempted a smile but failed. "I know. I know
you didn't I just wish I could say something to him. Explain
somehow. Forget those words he said."
~~~
Chakotay
wandered through several rounds of a boxing match, before his
coach, Boothby, threw his hands up in despair.
"All
right. That's enough!" He stormed into the ring,
and almost tore the tooth guard from his mouth. "What
in tarnasions are you playing at, son?"
"What...?"
"Your
mind isn't on it, and your heart isn't in it. So, out,
before I throw you out!"
Chakotay
sighed, changed programs, and started running across the Arizona
desert. Not another soul kilometres around. Perfect.
He ran until he could not lift his feet another step. Collapsing
in a heap, he rolled onto his back, breathing hard, and trying to
ignore the complaints from his blistered feet, his torn lip, and
his tortured body.
"What
are you doing?" a voice scorned.
Chakotay
looked up, and saw B'Elanna standing over him, hands firmly
planted on her hips. He sat up.
"What
are you doing here?"
"I
asked first. You've been in here a full seventeen hours.
There's an irate queue outside the doors."
"I'm
in no mood for your jokes, B'Elanna," he snapped.
She
hunkered down beside him so fast he almost thought she would
pulverize him into the soil. "And, just what the hell
is that supposed to mean!?"
Chakotay
blinked up at her.
"Stop
playing the victim, Chakotay! It doesn't wash this time!
I have sat up, half the night with a friend who is terrified out
of her mind. She wakes up and suddenly finds that her body
has been invaded be an alien entity, for who knows what purpose.
She is feeling so frightened and alone that she tried to take her
own life, five hours ago. Did you know that? While
you were in here wiling away the hours, enjoying yourself, she
was in Sick Bay being treated for phaser burns. If the
phaser hadn't malfunctioned, Tuvok would be Captain by now."
Chakotay
stared at her, unable to form the words.
"What
happened to you, dammit!" She shoved him hard,
toppling him onto his back. She stood up, glaring at him.
"The Captain has effectively been raped, and here you are,
wallowing in your own self pity, like a cowardly puff-cat. You
make me sick! Where is your honor, pa'taq!"
As
if to emphasise her disgust, she kicked a toe-load of sand in his
face, and walked away.
"B'Elanna,
wait."
B'Elanna
turned to see him sat dejectedly in the dirt, looking at her.
His dark eyes round and huge. She walked back to him, but
for a moment, neither spoke.
He
blinked, sending a single tear down his cheek. "I want
so much to take those words back...." His chin
trembled, and more tears escaped in a gush, a sob of anguish tore
itself from his throat.
Kneeling
beside him, B'Elanna looked into his eyes, and saw his pain.
Gently, she laid his hand on her shoulder, and allowed him to cry.
~~~
"The
Captain is in her Ready Room," Tuvok told him, curtly.
"I suggest you employ a little more tact than you had during
your last encounter."
Chakotay
nodded. "I will." He straightened his
collar, shook his sleeves straight, and sighed nervously...and
pressed the buzzer.
"Come
in."
He
entered. Prepared as he was for this moment, when she
turned away from the windows, he could not have been prepared
enough. She was enormous. Chakotay, you're staring,
that's rude, he chastised himself. He averted his eyes and
stood to attention.
He
cleared his throat. "Captain, I came to formally
apologize for my outburst yesterday. I was shocked, but
that was no excuse for what I said, and I was way out of line.
I deserve any and all punishments you see fit to throw at me.
Sir," he added stiffly. He had never called her
that before, and it felt awkward.
He
clamped his mouth shut and waited for her response.
And
it was a long time coming.
"I'm
not going to punish you," a small voice wafted across
the room. "B'Elanna tells me, you put yourself through
seventeen hours of self torture on the Holodeck yesterday. One
program after another. I'd say, that's punishment enough.
Wouldn't you?"
Chakotay
didn't answer.
"I
didn't ask for this to happen, Chakotay. To you, least of
all. I did not ask for your DNA to be taken, any more than
I asked for my body to be used, in this manner. And, as for
combining them..." She sighed, and took a step towards
him, but then stopped, folding her arms.
Still
he would not make eye contact, although she was looking at him.
"I
have had no end of discomfort, and the one person whom I thought
would understand, who would be there for me...the one person whom
I thought would agree with my decision to carry this child...."
Her voice broke then. She swallowed, took a deep breath.
"You weren't there."
Chakotay
lowered his head.
"When
I needed someone to tell me that the decision I made, about the
sanctity of life, about your child's life - this is *your* - was
the right decision, you weren't there." Her breath
snagged on a sob. "And, you have the gall to stand
there with your lame apology?"
Chakotay
turned to her sharply. "My apology may be lame in your
eyes, but it's genuine," he stormed. "It's
the truth. It's how I feel. I thought you always
wanted the truth from me. Well, here it is. You're not
alone. I'm scared too. This is a shock to me. You
always made it clear that you wanted nothing from me except
friendship, and, no matter how hard it's been for me, I accepted
that. I did what you asked, I stayed away. And, then,
I found out that you're pregnant...with my child, and I said the
first things that came into my head. But I was wrong to do
that, and I admit it. I'm sorry that this has happened, and
I'm sorry that you're regretting your decision to keep the child.
I find your hurt feelings a little lame, Captain," he
stressed with spite. "You discussed this with the
Doctor, but passed over my opinion as insignificant. You
didn't ask me what I would want. I find that a little
selfish."
A
hand struck his face with a resounding slap.
Chakotay
resisted the urge to touch his stinging cheek. He blinked
at her. "I think that about sums it up. If you
don't want to accept my apology, fine by me. It's obvious
you don't want my help either, so I'm not going to bother
offering it. Tuvok returned my rank pin. I'll be you
first officer. I'll help you run this ship. But, don't
expect anything else from me, because I've learned that it's just
a waste of my time."
With
that, he walked away.
"Chakotay,
I...."
He
hovered by the door, glanced at her for a second, and was gone.
~~~
Chakotay sighed,
and sat on the edge of the bed, rubbing his sore, stiff neck.
He was tense, and his fingers weren't working the knots as well
as he would like. He slowly became aware of a noise from
his bathroom. Curious, he rose to investigate. Switching
on the light, he found the room empty. But the sounds
remained.
Moving
closer to the bulkhead, he soon realized that it was someone
crying he could hear. Someone on the other side of the
partition wall was crying. He touched the wall, pressing
himself to the warm metal. Yes, someone was definitely
crying, mere centimeters from him.
She
was hunched down beside her bathtub, sobbing her heart out.
"Kathryn,"
he whispered in despair.
Chakotay
sank down beside the bulkhead, listening to her broken heart,
until he suddenly realized his face was wet.
"Kathryn,"
he whispered.
~~~
He awoke
several hours later, and found himself still sitting against the
wall. The crying had stopped. Slipping off his shoes,
he crawled onto the bed, and fell into a restless sleep.
~~~
She had missed
duty call. She had missed the morning's briefing. The
computer told him that she was in her Ready Room. Had been
in there since 2 am.
"Neelix
to Chakotay" the Talaxian broke into his reverie, and
his concern.
"Go
ahead, Neelix."
"As
it's Mother's Day today, I thought we should celebrate with a get
together in the Mess Hall, this evening. Will you be there?"
Chakotay
thought for a second. Kathryn's baby - their baby - was due
any minute, but it - he hadn't asked if 'it' was a girl or a boy
- would have arrived by this evening. "I hope so,
Neelix, although I can't promise anything."
"Well,
if you can, it's Holodeck 1, 19-00 hours. Neelix out."
Tom
turned his head to look up at the Commander. "Sir?
Would you like me to go and check on her? You know, a
neutral party. She may take it better that way."
"Well,
I...."
"Commander,"
B'Elanna called as she entered the Bridge. "Here's the
fuel consumption report. It's not looking good. We'll
need a fresh supply of deuterium within the next three weeks, or
the engines will stall."
"I'll
get this to the Captain," Chakotay responded, and took
the P.A.D.D. she was holding. "If I'm not out in two
minutes, come in and revive me."
As
he walked away, Tom sent her an enquiring gaze. B'Elanna
tried to hide her grin, winking at him. She was up to
something, he could tell.
~~~
He had pressed
the buzzer twice. No answer. He pressed the other
button, and the doors whooshed aside.
"Captain,
here's the fuel consumption update...."
As
he approached the desk, he saw her. She was lying back in
her chair, fast asleep. These last two days had taken their
toll on her, physically as well as emotionally. There were
visible tear stains down her cheeks. And, you haven't
helped, Chakotay, he thought sadly. When she needed a
friend, where was he? Playing the victim, that's where.
A
movement caught his attention. Her very swollen belly
jolted. Kathryn stirred in her sleep, but didn't wake.
Stepping
round the table, he gently rested a hand on her abdomen. Feeling
the child moving and kicking made him smile, stirred emotions
that two days ago, he would never have believed he would feel.
Whatever or whoever had caused this child to miraculously be
conceived, he thanked them. Even though he and Kathryn were
now further apart then ever, he wanted, more than ever, to heal
that rift.
Some
how.
He just
wished there was a way to tell her that his heart and mind had
changed towards the child that moved beneath his touch.
Kneeling
beside the chair, he gently kissed the swell of her body. Then,
before his courage could fail him, he planted a kiss on Kathryn's
forehead. Leaving the P.A.D.D. on the desk, he walked out.
As he was leaving, Tom was just entering. Chakotay placed a
hand on his arm.
"Leave
her, she's sleeping," Chakotay told him.
~~~
Kathryn had
woken up when the child had shifted. She felt certain
someone else was in the room, but she had been too tired to care
whether she opened her eyes or not.
Her
back hurt, but her heart hurt even more, and she had cried
herself to sleep. She had seen the anger in his eyes two
days ago when the Doctor had slapped his face with the news, and
had seen the anger in his eyes when she had slapped his face
yesterday. Their professional relationship was strained at
the very least. Their friendship was in tatters.
She
felt a hand touch the uncomfortable protrusion of her stomach,
the child moved again. Then felt something she hadn't
expected. His face pressed against her abdomen, with a kiss
of pure paternal love. Then, those same lips lightly
touched the side of her head, with what she knew must have been
more than concern or affection.
Then,
he was gone. Again.
Kathryn
opened her eyes, to see the door of her Ready Room close behind
him. The muscles of her abdomen tightened alarmingly,
increasing the pain in her back tenfold. She hissed between
her teeth, leaning forward in her chair. After fifteen
seconds or so, it had eased, and stopped altogether. She
had never felt anything like it before. Which meant only
one thing.
Labor.
Ignoring
the P.A.D.D. on her desk, she quietly got to her feet. Barely
getting half way across the room, she gasped, throwing out a hand
to the bulkhead to steady herself. The other hand gently
rubbed her tummy, mentally counting the seconds. Yep, this
is it. Happy Mother's Day.
Gathering
her Captain's mantle around her as firmly as possible, she
marched onto the Bridge. "Commander? I'm going
to check that maintenance problem on Deck 6 myself. They've
been at it long enough. Perhaps I can hurry them up a
little."
She
barely heard his reply, as the turbo-lift doors shut behind her.
Another contraction. She forced herself to breathe slowly.
Damn, they were coming thick and fast. She feared she might
not get to Sick Bay at all.
"Sick
Bay," she rasped.
Please
don't let anyone see me like this, she prayed silently.
The
relentless march of labor continued. In the three meters
between the turbo-lift and the Sick Bay doors, she had two
contractions. She gasped, she hadn't even practiced her
breathing exercises yet. How the hell was she going to get
through this?
She
made it. No-one had seen her.
"Activate
the EMH," she ordered.
He
appeared. "Happy Mother's Day," he
smiled, placing a small vase with a single rose poking out of the
top.
She
doubled over in pain and couldn't stifle the groan that escaped
between her gritted teeth.
"I
would guess that 'now', is the only word on your mind,"
he noted.
Kathryn
started to nod, but then shook her head.
"Now?"
she
shook her head again. "Two words. Hypo-spray!
Now!"
~~~
Chakotay
shifted in his seat and winced. Whatever he had eaten, it
was upsetting his stomach. Every half minute or so, it was
going into spasm. Tom looked up and frowned, catching
Chakotay doubled up in pain. Snatching up a tri-corder, he
stepped over to take a look.
"It's
nothing. Just something I ate, I think."
"Not
according to this," Tom responded. "You're
getting Braxton-Hicks contraction, by proxy."
Chakotay
looked at him strangely. "I've got what?"
Tom
managed to keep a straight face, but how he did it remained a
mystery. Even to himself.
"Sympathetic
labor pain."
~~~
"Chakotay!"
she screamed. Her hand gripped the edge of the foam bio-bed
cover. "Chakotay!"
"Would
you like me to call him?"
"Yes
- no. No! Ahh - it hurts!"
"The
pain relief I've given you hasn't worked at all." He
slapped his communicator anyway. "Sick Bay to Bridge...."
~~~
"DON'T YOU
BLOODY DARE!" Kathryn's voice screamed across the
Bridge.
Chakotay's
eyes widened as he looked at Tom, who was kneeling beside him,
tri-corder still open.
"Kathryn!"
he whispered.
In
one bound, he had jumped over the railing, and disappeared into
the turbo-lift.
"He's
on his way," Paris informed the Doctor, with an amused smile.
~~~
Tears were
streaming down her face when he arrived.
The
Doctor greeted him. "Please! Do something!
She's highly agitated, and it's not good for her, or the baby."
"I'll
try, but we're not exactly on speaking terms right now."
Chakotay winced.
"Are
you all right?" You're in pain."
"It's
okay. Tom's already told me what I've got."
"What
did he diagnose?" The Doctor thought allowed.
"Sympathetic
labor pain."
The
Doctor's lips twitched upward at the corners.
Chakotay
pried Kathryn's hand loose from the bed, and offered his own hand
for her to hold, and began to whisper an ancient song. One
he could remember from his dreams. "Leyla nay ya hey,
noi ho ma hey na hey. Noi sos yo ma, leyla nay ya hey...."
It's
mystical rhythmic chant broke through Kathryn's fear. She
remembered this song. He had sung it often on New Earth,
lulling her into calm, restful sleep.
Kathryn
relaxed.
"That's
it, he spoke softly. "I am here."
Kathryn
looked up at him, as he gently brushed away her tears. He
smiled down at her.
"My
back hurts like hell," she stated flatly.
Chakotay
nodded. "Doctor, I'm going to move your patient onto
the floor."
"I
object...."
"I'm
not looking for an argument. I know a thing or two about
massage, and relaxation. Kathryn is the mother of my child,
and I know that laying her flat on her back is not good for her,
or our baby. It's hurting her. You stick to the
medical side of things, and we won't get in each other's way."
The
Doctor's jaw dropped.
Settling
Kathryn within his arms, in a more upright position, Chakotay
slowly massaged his fingers across her abdomen. Holding her
hand during contractions, he continued to gently rub the tension
away, singing softly in her ear.
The
Doctor had to admit, this was far better than having the Banshee
from Hell screeching at him.
Within
minutes, the baby was beginning to emerge. Then, with a
final heave, he arrived, still in his protective membrane.
"Here
he is," the EMH announced wiping his face, and placing him,
wailing like a trooper, onto his mother's stomach, warm and wet.
"What
a relief," she said breathlessly. "That was
painful."
"I
know," Chakotay intoned.
"How
could you possibly know?" Kathryn groused defiantly.
"Because
I felt it with you," He kissed her then. "Well
done, Kathryn."
"Would
you like to cut the cord?" The Doctor invited.
"What
shall we call him?" Kathryn wondered.
"Today
is Mother's Day, why not call him Akuntu, it means my mother's
son."
Kathryn
gazed down at their son. "Hello Akuntu. I wonder
where you came from. Why are you here, eh? Why us?"
Suddenly,
the infant began to turn blue, and choke. And, in a flash,
the Doctor snatched him up and whisked him onto the surgical bed.
"No!"
Kathryn cried softly.
A
small red sparkle drifted out of the tiny child, and settled over
their anxious minds.
*We
did not intend any harm to you. Please forgive us*
"Who
are you?" Chakotay whispered.
*We
are explorers. We found a power in your hearts that
intrigued us, and we decided to enhance a dream that you both
shared, not realizing that your species takes much longer over
the process than do others. We have observed your deep love
for each other, even in adversity. Can you not feel it?*
They
both gasped in unison, as they suddenly felt, with clarity, what
the other was feeling.
"Our
son," Chakotay said. "Please?"
*Love
comes this way but once* the entity warmed. *Do not lose it*
"We
are loosing our son," Kathryn gasped.
"Not
if I can help it," the EMH promised, not raising his eyes to
look at them.
*Shall
we take him back?*
"I'm
losing him," the Doctor called out.
"No!"
Kathryn gasped.
*You
must understand the full meaning of this gift we are not sure if
we should leave him*
"Please
don't take him," Chakotay sobbed.
The
sparkle drifted across the room, and settled on the child and
vanished. Slowly, he wriggled, as if waking from a mere
sleep, and began to cry for his mother
The
EMH brought him back to her outstretched arms. "I'm
completely baffled by this. He seams fine now."
"I'd
like to do this again," Kathryn abruptly announced.
"You
would?" Chakotay looked surprised.
The Doctor was horrified. "Please! Don't bring that Banshee in here again. Next time you can deliver your own. My nerves weren't designed for this amount of stress." He walked off, shaking his head solemnly, muttering under his breath. "Hail Mary...."
The End