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Here is a set of (very lame) birthday drabbles. Seven of them, to be read one after the other, as it chronicles Kathryn Janeway's 46th birthday (I'm rounding up her age, cause I don't know how old she's supposed to be in 2377). Please suspend disbelief, cause it's totally OOC... It's just a bit of harmless fun!
Captain’s Personal Log, Supplemental
‘Next week (a week today) I’m turning forty-six. Sigh. People used to place posters around the school, The Meadows, to say happy birthday... I want that, but it would look silly on a starship.’
Kathryn looked around the room, then back at her screen.
‘Kathryn’s birthday Wishes
1. Birthday posters, including photos.
2. Unlimited coffee!
3. Ice cream cake.
4. To dance the Tango with the man of my dreams
5. Sexy lingerie...
I’d prefer that last one from the man in number four, but that would never happen. I’ll get a book... like last year...’
Chakotay stared at the open data file. ‘She wants to celebrate like that!? And what is ice cream cake anyway? I’ll have to look into that.’ A plan formulated in his mind, a germ of an idea. ‘Kathryn, this shall be your perfect birthday.’
“Dear Mrs Janeway,
I’m Commander Chakotay, and I want to ask a favour. It’s nothing risqué; Kathryn wants birthday posters and I was hoping you could send some pictures of her as a youngster. She needs to laugh, and she deserves a perfect birthday.
Thank you in advance,
Commander Chakotay.”
Two days later, he was ready.
“Paris to Chakotay, I’ve stuck up posters in the Mess Hall and on the inside of her Ready Room door. I’ve gotta hand it to you Big Man, you got a good idea here.”
Chakotay chuckled, ‘If only he knew!’ “How many you put up Tom?”
“All of them... Hey where did you get these pictures? Some of them wouldn’t be on the system, she’s too young to be stored.”
“I have a guardian angel, who wants to see her daughter happy. Listen, I think she’s about to come out of the Briefing Room. Keep your head down. Chakotay out.”
Kathryn sat languid on her chair, her champagne glass only just being held, a goofy grin painted onto her face, the alcohol affecting her. “I’m forty six tomorrow,” she giggled, then she suddenly dissolved into tears. “I’m forty six tomorrow!” Her door chime rang. “Go away!” she screamed.
“Kathryn?” Chakotay asked worriedly through the door.
“Chakotay?” She glanced down, her trousers were low on her hips, her T-shirt just covering her stomach. ‘I look like a fourteen year old.’ “Go away Chakotay, I’m a mess!”
“I don’t care. Just let me in.”
Kathryn smiled. She saw why she loved him.
Kathryn groaned, her head banging. ‘I shouldn’t have had that champagne last night. Thank goodness Chakotay only stayed for five minutes. If he stayed longer I might’ve done something I would slightly regret.’
She brought her head up slowly, the room spinning, going in and out of focus. ‘Ugh, need coffee, but I haven’t got the rations… Damn.’
The she saw it, the PADD on her desk. It looked out of place amongst the flowers. ‘The only way to show femininity.’ She read it.
“Happy Birthday! Enjoy the rations.
- Love, your crew.”
Kathryn smiled. Oh, how she loved her crew.
Chakotay glanced over the room. Kathryn was in her element. She’d been pampered, she was coffee-d up to the eyeballs, and she was about to get a wish in this party.
“Commander, do you want me to bring the cake out now?”
Chakotay nodded at Neelix, not taking his eyes of Kathryn. He approached her. “Kathryn, it’s time for the cake.” She stared happily into his eyes, then gasped when she saw it.
“Ice cream cake?” She flung her arms around Chakotay, then practically skipped to Neelix and, more importantly, the cake.
Chakotay smiled. He saw why he loved her.
‘To the love of my life.’ Kathryn stared at the package, wrapped in black paper, wrapped in a crimson bow. She poked and prodded, undid the bow, ripped at the paper to find silk, lace, satin - black lingerie, fitted for her.
“Janeway to Chakotay. Thank you for the present.”
“Don’t thank me Kathryn. Thank Seven.”
“What!”
Chakotay laughed. “I thought of the designs, but those came from Seven’s rations.” Kathryn blanched. Sexy knickers from Seven? “But,” he continued, “if you want to put on a private fashion show...”
She sexily growled, “Get your ass over here Commander. Janeway out.”
“YES!”
Captain’s Personal Log, Supplemental
‘Next week (a week today) I’m turning forty-six. Sigh. People used to place posters around the school, The Meadows, to say happy birthday... I want that, but it would look silly on a starship.’
Kathryn looked around the room, then back at her screen.
‘Kathryn’s birthday Wishes
1. Birthday posters, including photos.
2. Unlimited coffee!
3. Ice cream cake.
4. To dance the Tango with the man of my dreams
5. Sexy lingerie...
I’d prefer that last one from the man in number four, but that would never happen. I’ll get a book... like last year...’
Chakotay stared at the open data file. ‘She wants to celebrate like that!? And what is ice cream cake anyway? I’ll have to look into that.’ A plan formulated in his mind, a germ of an idea. ‘Kathryn, this shall be your perfect birthday.’
“Dear Mrs Janeway,
I’m Commander Chakotay, and I want to ask a favour. It’s nothing risqué; Kathryn wants birthday posters and I was hoping you could send some pictures of her as a youngster. She needs to laugh, and she deserves a perfect birthday.
Thank you in advance,
Commander Chakotay.”
Two days later, he was ready.
“Paris to Chakotay, I’ve stuck up posters in the Mess Hall and on the inside of her Ready Room door. I’ve gotta hand it to you Big Man, you got a good idea here.”
Chakotay chuckled, ‘If only he knew!’ “How many you put up Tom?”
“All of them... Hey where did you get these pictures? Some of them wouldn’t be on the system, she’s too young to be stored.”
“I have a guardian angel, who wants to see her daughter happy. Listen, I think she’s about to come out of the Briefing Room. Keep your head down. Chakotay out.”
Kathryn sat languid on her chair, her champagne glass only just being held, a goofy grin painted onto her face, the alcohol affecting her. “I’m forty six tomorrow,” she giggled, then she suddenly dissolved into tears. “I’m forty six tomorrow!” Her door chime rang. “Go away!” she screamed.
“Kathryn?” Chakotay asked worriedly through the door.
“Chakotay?” She glanced down, her trousers were low on her hips, her T-shirt just covering her stomach. ‘I look like a fourteen year old.’ “Go away Chakotay, I’m a mess!”
“I don’t care. Just let me in.”
Kathryn smiled. She saw why she loved him.
Kathryn groaned, her head banging. ‘I shouldn’t have had that champagne last night. Thank goodness Chakotay only stayed for five minutes. If he stayed longer I might’ve done something I would slightly regret.’
She brought her head up slowly, the room spinning, going in and out of focus. ‘Ugh, need coffee, but I haven’t got the rations… Damn.’
The she saw it, the PADD on her desk. It looked out of place amongst the flowers. ‘The only way to show femininity.’ She read it.
“Happy Birthday! Enjoy the rations.
- Love, your crew.”
Kathryn smiled. Oh, how she loved her crew.
Chakotay glanced over the room. Kathryn was in her element. She’d been pampered, she was coffee-d up to the eyeballs, and she was about to get a wish in this party.
“Commander, do you want me to bring the cake out now?”
Chakotay nodded at Neelix, not taking his eyes of Kathryn. He approached her. “Kathryn, it’s time for the cake.” She stared happily into his eyes, then gasped when she saw it.
“Ice cream cake?” She flung her arms around Chakotay, then practically skipped to Neelix and, more importantly, the cake.
Chakotay smiled. He saw why he loved her.
‘To the love of my life.’ Kathryn stared at the package, wrapped in black paper, wrapped in a crimson bow. She poked and prodded, undid the bow, ripped at the paper to find silk, lace, satin - black lingerie, fitted for her.
“Janeway to Chakotay. Thank you for the present.”
“Don’t thank me Kathryn. Thank Seven.”
“What!”
Chakotay laughed. “I thought of the designs, but those came from Seven’s rations.” Kathryn blanched. Sexy knickers from Seven? “But,” he continued, “if you want to put on a private fashion show...”
She sexily growled, “Get your ass over here Commander. Janeway out.”
“YES!”