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Homesickness by Sabine (R)
Fandom: STAR TREK VOYAGER
Pairing: Janeway/Chakotay, Chakotay/Other
Length: 5,000 words
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
iamsab
Author Website:fromthesabrary
Why this must be read: Guys, this is THE WAY J/C WORKS FOR ME: UNHAPPILY. I don't know, I feel like they would have so many issues that it would never be happily ever after for them. That said, whatever way you love Janeway/Chakotay, this is really a great fic. Back in the Alpha Quadrant, Janeway and Chakotay finally make it to the bedroom, but never past that. "Things have been different," she says. "It's not the same as it was on Voyager. It can't be." And it isn't, and God, poor Chakotay. He's really great in this fic.
"Now," she said, rattling the ice in her glass. "What are your big plans?"
"I thought I'd play it by ear," he said. "I need to remember how to live in the Alpha Quadrant again."
"I know the feeling," she said, leaning in conspiratorially. "It's so strange, Chakotay." She punched the second syllable of his name so it came out with a pop, her tongue on the roof of her mouth exhaling like smoke. He loved the sound of it, his name on her tongue.
"It is strange," he agreed.
"How wonderful for Tom and B'Elanna, though," she said, musing, or maybe killing time, filling the space while she searched his face over the rim of her glass, her head tipped slightly to one side.
"It really is," he said.
Behind her, the party was thinning out. A crowd was gathering by the door, taking their time putting jackets on, and hats, nodding goodbye and hugging.
Kathryn followed his eyeline and watched the huddle, officers and gentlepeople and their big drunken smiles stumbling out. "It's really the end of something, Chakotay."
"It feels that way," he said. "It's very sad."
She pursed her lips. "Sad? To be home?"
"In a way, don't you think? Our adventure's over."
"We should say good night to everyone," she said. "It's getting late."
"You're right," he said, exhaling through his nose. "I'll catch up with you later."
"Later?"
"I mean, I'll call you some time."
She reached up, put her arms around him and gave him a friendly, floppy hug, her hands and her glass slapping against his back. He patted her shoulders, trying not to smell her hair. "Good," she said to his neck. "Don't lose touch, Chakotay."
She pulled back and he smiled at her again. "I would never."
Homesickness
Pairing: Janeway/Chakotay, Chakotay/Other
Length: 5,000 words
Author on LJ:
iamsabAuthor Website:
fromthesabraryWhy this must be read: Guys, this is THE WAY J/C WORKS FOR ME: UNHAPPILY. I don't know, I feel like they would have so many issues that it would never be happily ever after for them. That said, whatever way you love Janeway/Chakotay, this is really a great fic. Back in the Alpha Quadrant, Janeway and Chakotay finally make it to the bedroom, but never past that. "Things have been different," she says. "It's not the same as it was on Voyager. It can't be." And it isn't, and God, poor Chakotay. He's really great in this fic.
"Now," she said, rattling the ice in her glass. "What are your big plans?"
"I thought I'd play it by ear," he said. "I need to remember how to live in the Alpha Quadrant again."
"I know the feeling," she said, leaning in conspiratorially. "It's so strange, Chakotay." She punched the second syllable of his name so it came out with a pop, her tongue on the roof of her mouth exhaling like smoke. He loved the sound of it, his name on her tongue.
"It is strange," he agreed.
"How wonderful for Tom and B'Elanna, though," she said, musing, or maybe killing time, filling the space while she searched his face over the rim of her glass, her head tipped slightly to one side.
"It really is," he said.
Behind her, the party was thinning out. A crowd was gathering by the door, taking their time putting jackets on, and hats, nodding goodbye and hugging.
Kathryn followed his eyeline and watched the huddle, officers and gentlepeople and their big drunken smiles stumbling out. "It's really the end of something, Chakotay."
"It feels that way," he said. "It's very sad."
She pursed her lips. "Sad? To be home?"
"In a way, don't you think? Our adventure's over."
"We should say good night to everyone," she said. "It's getting late."
"You're right," he said, exhaling through his nose. "I'll catch up with you later."
"Later?"
"I mean, I'll call you some time."
She reached up, put her arms around him and gave him a friendly, floppy hug, her hands and her glass slapping against his back. He patted her shoulders, trying not to smell her hair. "Good," she said to his neck. "Don't lose touch, Chakotay."
She pulled back and he smiled at her again. "I would never."
Homesickness