Party TSOM/VOY G
This fanfic is older than 2004, but I'd totally forgotten about it until now. It's a VOY with a touch of SoM- fic, so if you're not a fan of the Sound of Music, it might be diffucult to really enjoy this piece of text.
Disclaimer: Star Trek belongs to Paramount but I'm a little uncertain about Sound of Music. Doesn't Maria and Georg belong to themselves? Anyway, their not mine so...
Summary: Kathryn receivs a party-invitation. But she doesn't feel up to it even though she'd promised Chakotay she would attend
Rating: G
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All staff personnel are hereby invites to a feast tomorrow at 2030 hours at holodeck 2. The theme of the party will be... MUSICALS, both movie- musicals and theatrical ones. Please arrive in a fitting outfit. We’ll stand for the music.
Sincerely
Your party maker Paris
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Kathryn found the message on her PADD as she sank down behind her desk. She took it up, her heart sinking as she read it through once more. Tomorrow! Already. And she who had promised Chakotay…! She groaned. Rubbing her forehead she tried to come up with an excuse. I’m sorry, I don’t feel very well right now. No, she’d tried that one before. It always made him look worried, and she hated doing that to him. See Chakotay, I have this awful headache that just wont go away so I don’t think I can stand any chit- chatting with the crew right now. She had to admit that one was a little bit too transparent. Maybe if she cut the chit- chat part? Sighing Kathryn glared at the PADD. Don’t kill the messenger, sweetie, a voice inside her head echoed, but right now, all she could think was throwing the PADD out an airlock. I had this fight with… hmm… Seven! in the mess hall, and after throwing all his equipment around I don’t think Neelix feels like seeing me right now… not Seven either, for that matter. Lame, Kathryn, lame.
“Chakotay to Janeway.” His voice over the comm startled her.
“Uhm, Kathryn here.” She put the PADD down.
“Have you received the invitation?” She felt like groaning as answer. Instead Kathryn tried to sound as cheerful as possible.
“Yes, I was just reading it.”
“So…what do you think about it?” It sucks and I don’t wont to go.
“Sounds… interesting.” He chuckled.
“I bet your just saying that to please me, Kathryn.”
“Oh, how come?” She couldn’t help but letting the sarcasm being heard.
“Kathryn,” he began, sounding serious, “You know I won’t let you of the hook this time. You’re going to the party…”
“Hmm…”
“Whether you want to or not.”
=/\=
She tried to think of it as something positive, some kind of ‘funny experience’. But all she could think of as she sat in the mess hall, was if whether she should ask Seven to get her pretty Borg- ass up here, so that they could do some girl- fighting, or not.
“Kathryn… Kathryn?” With a start she woke up from her daydreams.
“Hm?” She looked up at her First Officer.
“Can I sit here?” He said, looking her in the eyes.
“Yes. Sure. Go ahead,” she answered absent- minded as she tried to get back to reality.
“So, what were you thinking about?” Chakotay picked his knife and fork up.
“Nothing special.” She smiled as she continued, “Just lost in B’Elanna’s latest report, that’s all.”
“So, you’re not thinking about the party, then?” he inquired.
“No. I’ve accepted the invitation and I will be presented there.” He laid down the fork, his shoulders fell down and he looked at her.
“Kathryn, you’re not just ‘going to be presented there’. I want you to have some fun as well.”
“I know,” she mumbled, her head looking at her plate, “It’s just that…”
“Yes?” She lifted her head up and shook it.
“I don’t know, Chakotay,” Then she smiled at him and waved her hand, “Nothing. Forget it.” When the wrinkle on his forehead didn’t go away, she looked Chakotay in the eyes and said, “I promise, I’ll give it a chance, ok?”
“Ok,” he answered, not fully convinced. When he’d finished his meal, Chakotay took a sip of his water and looked at Kathryn, who was eating peacefully.
“So… have you decided what to wear yet?” She looked up from her plate; her eyes wide open in horror.
“Oh no… Are you telling me that..? That I..? I?” He smiled mischievously at her.
“Yes Kathryn. You.” She laid her fork and knife down and moved her head away from the table.
“No way, Chakotay. I’m not getting dressed up for a musical- party. Not a chance.”
“Kathryn. Remember that you’ve promised me you’d be present at the party.”
“Yes. And I will. But I will not be wearing a costume.”
“But that’s the dress- code. Sorry Kathryn.” And with that, he rose up and left.
=/\=
First she’d been furious, then ordinary mad and then she’d felt betrayed. Now she was sitting on her sofa not knowing what to do. Suddenly she just laughed. Silly Kathryn. Just go to the party, how bad can it be? She rose, drew a hand through her hair and went for a cup of coffee. Leaning against the wall, sipping the black beverage, she made a decision. She was going to the party. And while doing so, she was going to have the time of her life. She wrote a short message on her PADD, sent it away and then pressed the star on her chest.
“Janeway to Chakotay.”
“Chakotay here.” She sank down behind her desk.
“I have a proposal…”, she began, waiting for him to acknowledge.
“Ok…”
“You see, my sister, Phoebe you know,”
“Yes.”
“Well, she was, or I guess she still is, a big fan of a certain musical…” She put in a little pause, just for the effect of it.
“Go on.”
“And I thought that maybe you and I could arrive as… the leading couple of the movie..?” He was silent, and she smiled broadly to herself.
“The… the leading couple?” He sounded very shocked, which was reward enough for going on a party with him as a partner. The gossip would be enormous.
“Exactly.”
“May I ask which musical this is?” As the response to her message came, she felt like laughing out loud.
=/\=
They’d decided to meet outside her quarters. Which, as always, meant that when he was outside her door, he’d press the doorbell and she’d step outside. Kathryn had had one hell trying to get inside the dress. She could have decided not to use the corset, but she was too stubborn to just give up, and finally she’d manage to get it on her. First she’d thought about using the dress with black shirt and chaperon, but the brown one suited Kathryn better. At least she liked that one better. But he was late. Kathryn was sitting in her sofa, for once drinking a glass of water.
“Computer, locate Commander Chakotay.”
“Commander Chakotay is on Deck 3.” Her deck.
“Better be going then.” Kathryn tied the white bandanna around her head. It took her a few minutes, and when she’d finished the doorbell chimed. She stepped out.
“You’re late,” she said as she smiled at him. Dressed in a grey suit, with a white shirt and a green tie, he looked nothing like the Chakotay she was used to.
“The movie was three hours long!” He said as they began to walk. She hooked her arm in his. “And since I haven’t seen it for three years, since Tom’s musical movie night, I had to refresh my memory.” She smiled broadly at him.
“Glad you did.” He smiled back at her, “And the outfit suits you… Georg.”
“Yours too, Maria.”
=/\=
As Kathryn and Chakotay stepped inside Holodeck 2, they joined the queue. The crewmembers before them were chatting excitingly. Tom’s parties were famous! In front of the entrance to the club Tom used for these occasions stood a holographic doorkeeper.
“Real name and musical?” he asked them. Kathryn answered.
“Kathryn Janeway and Chakotay, Sound of Music.” He looked at them, searching through gigabytes of data about musicals. He then nodded, and when they stepped inside, he wrote down their names in the guest book.
Tom Paris, with a big grin on his face, was the first one to approach them. Realising who he was dressed as Chakotay looked at Kathryn.
“Kathryn..?” he began.
“Mmm…”, she said, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
“How come Tom is dressed as Rolf?” She smiled at him. She was just about to explain it to him when Tom reached them.
“Nice suit, Chakotay.” Tom Paris grinned.
”Yours too. I see she managed to coax you into this as well,” Kathryn was suddenly busy talking to another bridge personnel. When B’Elanna appeared out of nowhere Chakotay was once again surprised over Kathryn’s persuasive powers. “I never thought I would see you in a pink tulle dress.”
“Neither did I.”
Chakotay felt that this was going to be a night to remember.
=/\=
“Are these parties always this filled?” Looking at the crowd that was gathered in the old-fashioned club, Kathryn just had to ask Chakotay.
“Mmm.” He answered before he took another sip of his beer. “Tom’s parties are rather famous on this ship you see.” She turned back to him, smiling.
“I guess that was meant as a delicate dig.” Tom liberated himself from the circle of people standing in front of the commanding team’s table.
“Did I hear my name being mentioned?”
“We were talking about the party. It seems like if people are enjoying themselves.” He scanned the crowd.
“Yeah, I guess so.” He seemed to think about something for a second. “Maybe… maybe it’s time for some dancing…” He smiled a goodbye to them before he walked away, trying to find B’Elanna. Chakotay turned to Kathryn.
“Shall we go and find ourselves a place on the dance-floor?” She took the hand he held out over the table and they rose. Two minutes later the music began. Of course, the only thing playing would be songs from musicals, and so was the first one. On one of the walls the scene in which the song were played could be seen. They’d found a perfect spot in the middle of the room, and since the walls were very high, Kathryn and Chakotay had no problems seeing the scene. As the sung started, a gang of young boys could be seen.
“Grease!” Kathryn said smilingly to Chakotay, and together with the rest of the crew they cheered. People began to dance, those who could sang along. A group of engineers jumped past them as they pretended to be the singers. Chakotay laughed.
“How silly isn’t it that these lyrics have lived this long?” Kathryn shrugged in bar with the music and smiled at him.
“Tell me more, tell me more; like does he have a car aha…”, she sang, freed herself from him and did a little pirouette. He caught her as she came back.
Two hours later. Two pauses to take something to drink. Kathryn’s body was screaming for her to sit down. She hadn’t had this much fun for a long time. They’d danced and danced and danced, and she was utterly grateful to her sister who’d forced her to watch those movies a thousand of times. When the song faded away she was just about to tell Chakotay that she wanted to sit down, when the picture of Maria and Georg emerged on the wall. Chakotay smiled invitingly at her. As the tunes of Something Good began to play, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I saw that you wanted to leave,” he whispered into her ear, “but I thought you wanted to dance this dance.”
“I do,” she whispered back. She’d placed her head on his shoulder, and now he was placing his arms around her waist. The touch of his hands made her draw a small gasp and she stiffed for a second.
“Relax, Kathryn,” he mumbled.
“Sorry. I guess I’m just not used to have your hands on my back.”
“Would you like it to happen more often?” Startled she stopped and looked up at him, her blue eyes fixed on his brown ones. He could feel her little body in his arms, he could hear the song and he could see the people dancing around him. It was one of those perfect situations. He smiled at her shock. “Would you?” She seemed to be thinking through the alternatives. Suddenly, she freed her body from his hands, stepped away from him and he thought for a moment that he’d pushed the issue too far this time. But then she walked closer to him, stationed herself on tiptoe and kissed him. Their lips were merely touching, but they both knew what it meant. They wouldn’t deeper it, not here, not now, but later. Maybe when they sat down by one of the tables, deep in the dark corners, maybe in the privacy of their quarters, maybe as they walked home. Who knew?
Disclaimer: Star Trek belongs to Paramount but I'm a little uncertain about Sound of Music. Doesn't Maria and Georg belong to themselves? Anyway, their not mine so...
Summary: Kathryn receivs a party-invitation. But she doesn't feel up to it even though she'd promised Chakotay she would attend
Rating: G
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All staff personnel are hereby invites to a feast tomorrow at 2030 hours at holodeck 2. The theme of the party will be... MUSICALS, both movie- musicals and theatrical ones. Please arrive in a fitting outfit. We’ll stand for the music.
Sincerely
Your party maker Paris
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Kathryn found the message on her PADD as she sank down behind her desk. She took it up, her heart sinking as she read it through once more. Tomorrow! Already. And she who had promised Chakotay…! She groaned. Rubbing her forehead she tried to come up with an excuse. I’m sorry, I don’t feel very well right now. No, she’d tried that one before. It always made him look worried, and she hated doing that to him. See Chakotay, I have this awful headache that just wont go away so I don’t think I can stand any chit- chatting with the crew right now. She had to admit that one was a little bit too transparent. Maybe if she cut the chit- chat part? Sighing Kathryn glared at the PADD. Don’t kill the messenger, sweetie, a voice inside her head echoed, but right now, all she could think was throwing the PADD out an airlock. I had this fight with… hmm… Seven! in the mess hall, and after throwing all his equipment around I don’t think Neelix feels like seeing me right now… not Seven either, for that matter. Lame, Kathryn, lame.
“Chakotay to Janeway.” His voice over the comm startled her.
“Uhm, Kathryn here.” She put the PADD down.
“Have you received the invitation?” She felt like groaning as answer. Instead Kathryn tried to sound as cheerful as possible.
“Yes, I was just reading it.”
“So…what do you think about it?” It sucks and I don’t wont to go.
“Sounds… interesting.” He chuckled.
“I bet your just saying that to please me, Kathryn.”
“Oh, how come?” She couldn’t help but letting the sarcasm being heard.
“Kathryn,” he began, sounding serious, “You know I won’t let you of the hook this time. You’re going to the party…”
“Hmm…”
“Whether you want to or not.”
=/\=
She tried to think of it as something positive, some kind of ‘funny experience’. But all she could think of as she sat in the mess hall, was if whether she should ask Seven to get her pretty Borg- ass up here, so that they could do some girl- fighting, or not.
“Kathryn… Kathryn?” With a start she woke up from her daydreams.
“Hm?” She looked up at her First Officer.
“Can I sit here?” He said, looking her in the eyes.
“Yes. Sure. Go ahead,” she answered absent- minded as she tried to get back to reality.
“So, what were you thinking about?” Chakotay picked his knife and fork up.
“Nothing special.” She smiled as she continued, “Just lost in B’Elanna’s latest report, that’s all.”
“So, you’re not thinking about the party, then?” he inquired.
“No. I’ve accepted the invitation and I will be presented there.” He laid down the fork, his shoulders fell down and he looked at her.
“Kathryn, you’re not just ‘going to be presented there’. I want you to have some fun as well.”
“I know,” she mumbled, her head looking at her plate, “It’s just that…”
“Yes?” She lifted her head up and shook it.
“I don’t know, Chakotay,” Then she smiled at him and waved her hand, “Nothing. Forget it.” When the wrinkle on his forehead didn’t go away, she looked Chakotay in the eyes and said, “I promise, I’ll give it a chance, ok?”
“Ok,” he answered, not fully convinced. When he’d finished his meal, Chakotay took a sip of his water and looked at Kathryn, who was eating peacefully.
“So… have you decided what to wear yet?” She looked up from her plate; her eyes wide open in horror.
“Oh no… Are you telling me that..? That I..? I?” He smiled mischievously at her.
“Yes Kathryn. You.” She laid her fork and knife down and moved her head away from the table.
“No way, Chakotay. I’m not getting dressed up for a musical- party. Not a chance.”
“Kathryn. Remember that you’ve promised me you’d be present at the party.”
“Yes. And I will. But I will not be wearing a costume.”
“But that’s the dress- code. Sorry Kathryn.” And with that, he rose up and left.
=/\=
First she’d been furious, then ordinary mad and then she’d felt betrayed. Now she was sitting on her sofa not knowing what to do. Suddenly she just laughed. Silly Kathryn. Just go to the party, how bad can it be? She rose, drew a hand through her hair and went for a cup of coffee. Leaning against the wall, sipping the black beverage, she made a decision. She was going to the party. And while doing so, she was going to have the time of her life. She wrote a short message on her PADD, sent it away and then pressed the star on her chest.
“Janeway to Chakotay.”
“Chakotay here.” She sank down behind her desk.
“I have a proposal…”, she began, waiting for him to acknowledge.
“Ok…”
“You see, my sister, Phoebe you know,”
“Yes.”
“Well, she was, or I guess she still is, a big fan of a certain musical…” She put in a little pause, just for the effect of it.
“Go on.”
“And I thought that maybe you and I could arrive as… the leading couple of the movie..?” He was silent, and she smiled broadly to herself.
“The… the leading couple?” He sounded very shocked, which was reward enough for going on a party with him as a partner. The gossip would be enormous.
“Exactly.”
“May I ask which musical this is?” As the response to her message came, she felt like laughing out loud.
=/\=
They’d decided to meet outside her quarters. Which, as always, meant that when he was outside her door, he’d press the doorbell and she’d step outside. Kathryn had had one hell trying to get inside the dress. She could have decided not to use the corset, but she was too stubborn to just give up, and finally she’d manage to get it on her. First she’d thought about using the dress with black shirt and chaperon, but the brown one suited Kathryn better. At least she liked that one better. But he was late. Kathryn was sitting in her sofa, for once drinking a glass of water.
“Computer, locate Commander Chakotay.”
“Commander Chakotay is on Deck 3.” Her deck.
“Better be going then.” Kathryn tied the white bandanna around her head. It took her a few minutes, and when she’d finished the doorbell chimed. She stepped out.
“You’re late,” she said as she smiled at him. Dressed in a grey suit, with a white shirt and a green tie, he looked nothing like the Chakotay she was used to.
“The movie was three hours long!” He said as they began to walk. She hooked her arm in his. “And since I haven’t seen it for three years, since Tom’s musical movie night, I had to refresh my memory.” She smiled broadly at him.
“Glad you did.” He smiled back at her, “And the outfit suits you… Georg.”
“Yours too, Maria.”
=/\=
As Kathryn and Chakotay stepped inside Holodeck 2, they joined the queue. The crewmembers before them were chatting excitingly. Tom’s parties were famous! In front of the entrance to the club Tom used for these occasions stood a holographic doorkeeper.
“Real name and musical?” he asked them. Kathryn answered.
“Kathryn Janeway and Chakotay, Sound of Music.” He looked at them, searching through gigabytes of data about musicals. He then nodded, and when they stepped inside, he wrote down their names in the guest book.
Tom Paris, with a big grin on his face, was the first one to approach them. Realising who he was dressed as Chakotay looked at Kathryn.
“Kathryn..?” he began.
“Mmm…”, she said, trying to sound as innocent as possible.
“How come Tom is dressed as Rolf?” She smiled at him. She was just about to explain it to him when Tom reached them.
“Nice suit, Chakotay.” Tom Paris grinned.
”Yours too. I see she managed to coax you into this as well,” Kathryn was suddenly busy talking to another bridge personnel. When B’Elanna appeared out of nowhere Chakotay was once again surprised over Kathryn’s persuasive powers. “I never thought I would see you in a pink tulle dress.”
“Neither did I.”
Chakotay felt that this was going to be a night to remember.
=/\=
“Are these parties always this filled?” Looking at the crowd that was gathered in the old-fashioned club, Kathryn just had to ask Chakotay.
“Mmm.” He answered before he took another sip of his beer. “Tom’s parties are rather famous on this ship you see.” She turned back to him, smiling.
“I guess that was meant as a delicate dig.” Tom liberated himself from the circle of people standing in front of the commanding team’s table.
“Did I hear my name being mentioned?”
“We were talking about the party. It seems like if people are enjoying themselves.” He scanned the crowd.
“Yeah, I guess so.” He seemed to think about something for a second. “Maybe… maybe it’s time for some dancing…” He smiled a goodbye to them before he walked away, trying to find B’Elanna. Chakotay turned to Kathryn.
“Shall we go and find ourselves a place on the dance-floor?” She took the hand he held out over the table and they rose. Two minutes later the music began. Of course, the only thing playing would be songs from musicals, and so was the first one. On one of the walls the scene in which the song were played could be seen. They’d found a perfect spot in the middle of the room, and since the walls were very high, Kathryn and Chakotay had no problems seeing the scene. As the sung started, a gang of young boys could be seen.
“Grease!” Kathryn said smilingly to Chakotay, and together with the rest of the crew they cheered. People began to dance, those who could sang along. A group of engineers jumped past them as they pretended to be the singers. Chakotay laughed.
“How silly isn’t it that these lyrics have lived this long?” Kathryn shrugged in bar with the music and smiled at him.
“Tell me more, tell me more; like does he have a car aha…”, she sang, freed herself from him and did a little pirouette. He caught her as she came back.
Two hours later. Two pauses to take something to drink. Kathryn’s body was screaming for her to sit down. She hadn’t had this much fun for a long time. They’d danced and danced and danced, and she was utterly grateful to her sister who’d forced her to watch those movies a thousand of times. When the song faded away she was just about to tell Chakotay that she wanted to sit down, when the picture of Maria and Georg emerged on the wall. Chakotay smiled invitingly at her. As the tunes of Something Good began to play, she wrapped her arms around his neck.
“I saw that you wanted to leave,” he whispered into her ear, “but I thought you wanted to dance this dance.”
“I do,” she whispered back. She’d placed her head on his shoulder, and now he was placing his arms around her waist. The touch of his hands made her draw a small gasp and she stiffed for a second.
“Relax, Kathryn,” he mumbled.
“Sorry. I guess I’m just not used to have your hands on my back.”
“Would you like it to happen more often?” Startled she stopped and looked up at him, her blue eyes fixed on his brown ones. He could feel her little body in his arms, he could hear the song and he could see the people dancing around him. It was one of those perfect situations. He smiled at her shock. “Would you?” She seemed to be thinking through the alternatives. Suddenly, she freed her body from his hands, stepped away from him and he thought for a moment that he’d pushed the issue too far this time. But then she walked closer to him, stationed herself on tiptoe and kissed him. Their lips were merely touching, but they both knew what it meant. They wouldn’t deeper it, not here, not now, but later. Maybe when they sat down by one of the tables, deep in the dark corners, maybe in the privacy of their quarters, maybe as they walked home. Who knew?