Disclaimer: If I owned Voyager, I wouldn't be a poor grad student. But I don't, so I am.
Atropos is the Greek name of one of the three sisters of Fate, or the Moirae. If you've seen the Disney movie Hercules (which Disney owns, not me) you'll know what I'm imagining hahaha.
I hope you all like this...I wrote it while procrastinating a 10 page paper on Humanism...bah.
I know I usually write fun and happy J/C, but here's the way I see it. This takes place in the original timeline, Admiral Janeway's timeline. Once she goes back and changes everything, as far as I'm concerned, there will be a fun and happy J/C ending. But here, there is angst. Sorry.
And I know I usually don't write one-shots or what have you, but I do this specifically for Singing Violin, who is always very supportive and gives me good constructive criticism and asked if I would write a one-shot every now and then...so here you go, especially for you!
"Come in, Chakotay. Don't look so scared."
Chakotay shuddered at the thought of what he was about to ask her. Tentatively, he stepped into the ready room and grimaced as the doors closed behind him. "Hello, Captain. Thank you for agreeing to see me."
She quirked a smile at him as she poured herself a cup of coffee. "So formal," she said, her voice slightly stilted.
He took a deep breath. "Well, I have a formal request."
She raised an eyebrow, her eyes betraying no emotion. Inside, however, she was in utter turmoil. No, he wouldn't, she thought. He wouldn't ask that of me. He knows better.
"Go ahead, Commander."
He licked his lips, unaware of the effect that small gesture still had on her. "Captain," he began. Then he briefly closed his eyes. "Kathryn. You know I've always counted you one of my closest friends."
"And I, you." She said softly, her hand clenching tighter around her mug.
"I know you're aware of my relationship with Seven…you know it's been going on for about a year now…"
"A fact which, in this entire year's time, you failed to tell me directly," she said, her voice tinged with bitterness. "I had to find out through rumors, which I didn't believe – couldn't possibly – until I saw you two…what do they call it…canoodling in the damn mess hall." Her voice rising, she continued. "Forget the fact that as my friend, you could have at least had the decency to inform me of an important development in your life instead of having me find out elsewhere, probably the last one to know. What concerns me more is that the two of you have been making a spectacle of yourselves all over this ship for over a year. I've kept it to myself because you're my friend, and because I care about you both, and because, quite frankly, it sickened me to think of having this conversation with you. You're a grown man, and an officer on this ship. You could find ways to act a little less juvenile."
"Juvenile?" He asked, aghast. "Why? Because I hold hands with my girlfriend while I'm eating dinner? God forbid anyone on this ship exhibit any form of intimacy or human emotion. I guess that's something you've learned to kill in yourself, Captain, but forgive me if I can't do the same."
"Is this what you came here for? To argue with me and insult me?"
He gritted his teeth. "No. I came because of I have a request. A…favor to ask."
Her white hand clenched even tighter around the mug. "Ask."
Chakotay looked down. He couldn't look into her eyes when he said this to her. He knew it would hurt her, and he knew she had only herself to blame for that, but he couldn't watch her face.
"Seven and I have decided to get married, and she insists that you be the one to marry us."
He kept his eyes down, but if he had looked up, he would have seen the momentary trembling of her lips, the unsteady rise and fall of her chest and she struggled for even breath and not sobbing breath, and the rapid blinking over her blue eyes to contain the liquid emotion which fought to make its way out. Yet, when she finally spoke and he looked up again, all he saw was Captain Janeway, cool and collected.
"That's all? Fine. Tell her to let me know when." She held up a PADD and began to peruse it. "If there isn't anything else, Commander, I really am quite busy."
He felt rage swell in his chest. He opened his mouth to berate her for her casual attitude, but then she looked up at him. One glance into her emotionless eyes told him all he needed to know. Whatever thread of tentative friendship had remained between them, it had snapped with his request. Like the Fates of ancient Greek mythology, he had taken those scissors and cut the life of their friendship. Maybe it was her fault, but he was the one who had taken this final last step, who had well and truly extinguished forever whatever had existed between them. He hadn't waited, and he knew she would find that unforgivable.
"That's all, Captain," he said, defeated. "Thank you for your time."
She watched him leave, his shoulders slightly slumped. She wanted to call him back, to shout out to him. What do you expect me to say to this? Do you want me to beg you not to do it? But she didn't. She remained silent, as she had for the last eight years.
Biting her lip, she rose and made her way to the window. Leaning her forehead on the cool surface, she stared out as the stars streaked by at warp.