This is not a typical co-authored story.  The first part is by Dakota and the second part is by Sheri.  The Kings of the Hill own Voyager, the characters and all things Trek.  NC-17	This is set in the universe first seen in Mirror, Mirror in the 1960's.  In that universe it was not just the circumstances but also the very characters of people that were radically changed.
by Dakota and Sheri

Kathryn sat in her ready room waiting for Chakotay to arrive.  She tried to summarize for herself the current situation on Voyager.

Captain Cavitt was dead and his major supporters were disorganized while a new leader established control.  What would normally be handled in a matter of hours had been delayed by the constant turmoil the entire crew had experienced in the last few days, not to mention the loss of four of that group's most influential members.

Kathryn smiled as she recalled the events that led to two of those deaths.  A falling beam had landed on Cavitt during their transfer by the Caretaker.  While checking his pulse, Kathryn had 'accidentally' cut a major vein in his neck.  Later, once the total death count was known, Kathryn had taken the most expedient option to deal with the bodies – putting them in airlocks and ejecting them into space.

A few hours later she had been forced to deal with a growing crowd in the crew mess.  Lieutenant elBa d'Nepxe had been trying to convince the others to oppose Kathryn's command.  She entered the room and listened for a few minutes gauging the group.  Finally she stepped forward.  "Lieutenant, you seem to be unhappy on Voyager.  Allow me to remedy that."  Tapping her communicator, she continued, "Bridge, transfer Lieutenant d'Nepxe to the exterior of Voyager; he's no longer happy here."

"With pleasure, Captain."  Kim's voice from the bridge conveyed true pleasure in following that order as d'Nepxe disappeared in a transporter beam.

Kathryn turned her attention to the rest of the crowd.  "Does anyone else wish to request a transfer off Voyager?"  At that moment d'Nepxe's body drifted along the view ports, still struggling to breath.  "If not, I suggest you return to your duties before I decide that you are expendable on this ship."  The group quickly broke up.  Kathryn was aware of Tuvok at her shoulder.  Together they made their way to the bridge.  On the turbolift, he finally spoke.

"Most efficient, Captain."

"Thank you. I thought it set a very nice mood for the lunch crowd."

"Might I remind you, however, that we cannot afford to lose too many crewmen if we are to run this ship?  I suggest you select the supervisors in the science departments if you need more volunteers for your demonstrations.  They are the most likely to question your orders."  He finished as the turbolift opened on the bridge.

"I'll keep that in mind.  Care to join me in my ready room for a cup of tea, Commander?"

Kathryn allowed her thoughts to drift ever so briefly to more personal considerations.  She had been the Captain's woman for more than a year.  The entire crew, except possibly Tuvok, thought it had been by her choice.  In her early years as Cavitt's First Officer, he had needed her support to retain command, but as he consolidated his power base he was able to force her into his bed.  She had resisted but eventually had to submit to continue as first officer. Cavitt had enjoyed using her body and derived as much satisfaction, if not more, from the knowledge that she found no pleasure in his bed.

Kathryn endured; the only way she could have escaped was a transfer, a 'promotion' to captain as a result of Cavitt's death, or a one way trip to the morgue, most likely as a result of a failed effort to obtain that promotion.  Cavitt had blocked her transfers to any other ship; she had been biding her time until her following was sufficient to ensure a 'promotion' would not land her in the morgue.

Kathryn had hoped Cavitt's faction would splinter but her sources now told her otherwise.  Out of nowhere, a new leader was emerging: Harry Kim had managed to convince them all that they were better off united than separated.  He clearly had his eye on the Captain's chair despite his youth.  For the moment Tuvok seemed content to watch the developments in what was now Kim's faction.  Kathryn was certain of Tuvok's loyalty and support but only up to the point where she risked losing her new command.  If he thought that was likely, he would shift his support, if only to maintain leadership of his own group.

The casualties on the ship had drastically shifted the balance of power away from those who would have supported Kathryn.  Kathryn's own supporters were loyal but were too few to guarantee her control of Voyager even with Tuvok's support.  She knew her current command could be attributed to Tuvok's support from most of the security forces and her power base, headed by Joe Carey, hanging on to control of Engineering.  Even with Tuvok's support, her hold was precarious.  The Maquis were suddenly a major but unknown factor.  They were intensely loyal to their Captain and would ultimately tip the balance in favor of one faction.  The question was which one.  If she tried to imprison them, Cavitt's faction, now Kim's faction, would simply release them in return for their support.  Whomever the Maquis supported would be Captain, of that there was no doubt in her mind, and that decision would be made by their captain, Chakotay.

He had just beamed into transporter room one after his ship rammed the Kazon ship in the battle to gain control of the Caretaker's array.  The fact that both Voyager and the Maquis ship had needed control of the array if they were to return to the Alpha Quadrant had led to an unexpected and unstable alliance.  While the destruction of the array and Kazon ship marked the end of any hope of a quick return to the Alpha Quadrant, it also gave Kathryn a few hours to focus on what to do with the Maquis now on board Voyager.  She would find out shortly whether it was good news or bad that her crew had managed to get their captain out before his ship was destroyed.

Chakotay strode through the corridors of Voyager projecting confidence.  He was taking in the details of the ship and the crew.  He was unsure of the specifics, but he had already learned that there was a power struggle going.  He smiled mentally.  That was the problem with Starfleet crews – they were always struggling for more power within a ship's hierarchy.  That was a luxury the Maquis had never known; survival depended on a crew united if that crew was to survive.

He knew his Maquis would support him personally regardless of the consequences.  He mentally ran over the status of his crew.  He had lost quite a few people, including Seska, but that was a small loss.  Keeping an eye on the Cardassian spy had been far more trouble than she was worth in bed.  His smile spread across his face.  If his information were accurate, he would soon enjoy commanding this ship and finding a new woman that he could trust not to put a knife in him while he slept.  The possibilities he had noticed so far included the woman currently commanding Voyager, a though which abruptly forced his attention back to the present; he could afford no mistakes in the coming meeting with Voyager's acting captain.

A light flashed; Kathryn nodded her recognition of Tuvok's unsolicited signal that Chakotay was on the bridge and headed for the ready room.  Kathryn turned to her terminal and called up a file.  She waited until Chakotay's second signal to admit him, then delayed further seconds before acknowledging his presence.

"Ah, Chakotay.  Did I get that right?"  She didn't wait for a reply but turned away to the replicator and got a cup of coffee for herself then crossed the ready room and sat down on the couch.  Her intention was to put him at a disadvantage and force him to acknowledge her status as his superior.  Chakotay stood watching as she sipped her coffee.  He refused to comment or move.

"You find yourself without a ship and I find myself with too few crew to effectively run my ship.  It's too bad the bounty for you and your crew isn't 'dead or alive' because it would certainly be easier to kill you all than to keep you in the brig."  She paused to guage his reactoin.  "I do believe they want to make your execution a public display to convince others opposing the Galactic Empire that its critics have a very short life expectancy.  So I have no choice... unless..."  She paused and sipped her coffee thoughtfully.  Turning her attention back to him, she continued,  "You and your crew will be allowed to live.  I propose we put them to work rather than hold you in the brig until we can turn you over to Imperial Security.  I suspect that, if properly motivated by you, your Maquis could contribute to running Voyager.

"I have no doubt that you can control your Marquis, so all that remains is for me to motivate you.   With that in mind, I have an offer for you.  I'll give your crew equal status with my crew and make you First Officer of Voyager if you support me.  You have five minutes to think about it."  Kathryn kept her expression haughty as she waited nervously for his answer.

Chakotay eyed her carefully.  If his information were correct, her command was tenuous and this offer was an effort to add strength to her supporters.  He contemplated possible scenarios if he refused.  Execution was unlikely; as she had pointed out, the bounty was for living bodies and large enough to make this entire crew rich.  If he turned down the offer, Kim's faction would undoubtedly be making a similar offer within the hour.  All the scenarios ended with the same result, IF his information were accurate.  The very fact that she made this offer supported his theory.  He made his decision.

Chakotay slowly and deliberately crossed the ready room and sat down next to her.  He allowed his eyes to run from her face and down her body, lingering on her bare midriff and again on her leg where her knife was strapped, before returning his gaze to make eye contact.

"Very tempting.  Your offer, however, is not – at least not as presented.  I'll accept it though with one minor change.   I'll be Captain and you can stay on as my First Officer."

"You must be joking.  Why would I even consider accepting you as captain?"

"I believe you are a survivor, Kathryn.  We both know that Tuvok will accept me as captain if you tell him to do so.  We also both know that your opposition will kill you and put in someone else as captain if they think they can rally enough support.  You remain alive and in command now only because they are uncertain of that support.  My Maquis and I are enough to establish you, or depose you.  If you put us in the brig, your opposition will make me the same offer you just made.  The only things that change are who is the captain of this ship and whether you are alive.  With you out of the picture, your faction will be searching for a new leader.  It might take a few months, but that will be me eventually.  Once they are with me, Tuvok will support me over that hotheaded Kim.  I will command this ship eventually; it's just easier this way, and faster.

"It's time to call Tuvok in and tell him what you've decided, Kathryn."

Kathryn met Chakotay's eyes and studied what she saw.  She didn't know this man but her life had depended on her ability to judge a person's character more than once.  She believed what he said, or rather she believed that he believed what he said about the situation on Voyager and what would happen.  She also believed he would take his chances in the brig rather than accept her offer.  She didn't know Kim well enough to discount him seeking the support of the Maquis, but it is what she would do in his place.  Finally she knew that Chakotay's assessment of the situation was accurate.  If Voyager were still in the Alpha Quadrant, she might be able to retain control long enough to reach an Imperial Star Base, but that was not even a remote possibility.

Carefully she picked up her coffee mug and crossed the room to recycle it.  Then she went to her desk and sat down before opening a channel and asking Tuvok to come to the ready room.  Chakotay never took his eyes off her but she gave nothing away.  Tuvok signaled and entered when instructed to do so.

"You asked to see me, Captain?"

"Yes, I did.  Thank you for being so prompt."  Kathryn stood at her desk.  "Chakotay has... offered... to assume command of Voyager in return for our support.  I think we should accept his offer.  Do you agree?"

Tuvok quietly considered her words, his expression giving even less away than Kathryn's.  Chakotay knew this was a critical test of his judgment about the situation on Voyager.  He knew Tuvok far better than he knew Kim, so if he was wrong on this point he was likely wrong on others as well.  He lounged on the couch conveying a confidence that he did not feel.  Tuvok spoke after what seemed an eternity.

"I believe the offer is a logical one, Commander.  Shall I begin transferring the command codes to our new Captain?"  With those words, Kathryn saw the command of the ship move out of her reach again.

"Yes, thank you, Tuvok."  Kathryn turned to Chakotay.  "If you'll excuse me, sir, I'll advise those in engineering of the situation.  You two can discuss the transfer of command.  Tuvok, if any of my clearances are changed, I'd appreciate it if you would let me know."

At Chakotay's nod, Kathryn left the ready room and headed for engineering.  Her calm demeanor gave away nothing to the bridge crew as she crossed to the turbolift.  Once in the turbolift she let the mask fall briefly; she had finally managed to escape Cavitt's control only to find herself a few days later under the command of another.  At least she had avoided becoming this captain's woman.

As the lift slowed, she raised her chin and put her shoulders back -- she still had to explain this to Joe Carey.  For a brief moment, she considered less than the complete truth, then reconsidered.  She and Joe had been on the same ships for several years.  She could tell him the truth and let him decide what to tell the others.  While still in the turbolift, she removed the fourth pip and put it in her pocket.  Someday she would wear it again.

Once in engineering Kathryn quickly located Joe and went to his office.  There she told him what she had suggested and the counter-offer from Chakotay.  At first Joe was angry that she hadn't discussed the counter-offer with him, but after yelling for five minutes, he calmed down enough to realize that she had had no choice.

"So what do you want me to tell the rest of our people?"

"As much of the truth, or as little, as necessary to make them accept this.  Tell them only about his counter-offer and make it sound like we discussed it and decided it was in everyone's best interests."

"You going to be his woman, too?"  The derision in his voice would have earned anyone else a reprimand.

"He hasn't suggested it and I'm not interested.  When I leave here, I'm going to move my things to my own quarters."

"Don't bother."  Chakotay's voice made both Kathryn and Joe jump.

"What?"  Kathryn was afraid she understood all too well what he meant.

"I said 'don't bother'.  Your status as the Captain's woman hasn't changed.  I came down here to let you both know that I've appointed a new chief engineer for the ship.  Her name is B'Elanna Torres and she's a bit temperamental, but she's the best engineer I've ever seen.  Joe, she bites and has a mean left hook, so I'd recommend that you not make her angry.  She's meeting with Tuvok now to set up her access to the ship's systems and is coming to meet with you, Joe, when she's finished."  Chakotay turned to Kathryn before he continued.  "Kathryn, why don't you show me to our quarters?"  He turned toward the door and waited for her to lead the way. He watched her as she glanced at the two Maquis who followed them through the corridors.

"Don't worry.  Ayala will protect you from any of Kim's cronies.  Bendera will watch my back. They'll be relieved by Doyle and Jackson in about an hour."  Kathryn understood the warning he had buried in words phrased to reassure her.

Kathryn woke early the following morning in a familiar room with a not yet familiar man.  At least this man treated her better than Cavitt had when they were alone.  Cavitt had usually pushed her aside before he slept but Chakotay had kept a possessive arm over her through the night.  Cautiously she pushed one hand under her pillow ensuring that her knife was still there.  Reassured by the knife's presence, Kathryn shifted slightly and settled against her new captain, content to bide her time before she reclaimed that fourth pip.

Chakotay smiled as she sighed and drifted back to sleep.  He had known the knife was there but wanted to find out whether she would try to use it.  He was going to enjoy the battle to claim her personal loyalty and support as well as the struggle to make her acknowledge that she was a willing occupant of his bed. Yes, he was definitely going to enjoy commanding Voyager.

"That paranoid son of a bitch," mumbled Kathryn under her breath as she made her way to sick bay. She absentmindedly rubbed her sore arm as she entered the sterile room making a mental note to have the doctor run a regenerator over it.

Chakotay had demanded she get down to sick bay and get her fertility blockers up to date, going as far as grabbing her by the arm and shoving her down the hall when she tried to explain that she still had a month to go before they expired.

"Ahh, Commander Janeway, the Captain said I should be expecting you," said Doctor Basal.

"Of course, just get it over with," she grumbled. "And while you're at it, fix this damn arm."

The Doctor sneered at her as he ran the regenerator over her arm after sticking the hypo spray against her neck, "Okay, you're all done," he said with a grin.

He watched her leave the room then slapped his COMM badge, "It's done, Sir."

"She didn't have any idea, right?" asked Chakotay.

"Of course not; she assumed they were fertility blockers. Why would she assume differently?"

Chakotay laughed, "There will be extra rations in your account by shift's end."

The Doctor grinned then returned to his duties.

Kathryn found it hard to stop the motion once started; the non-stop rocking on top of Ayala's hard member had her on the verge of an orgasm, yet she wanted it to last. She stopped the motion and began to rise but he gripped her waist, "What do you think you're doing?"

She gave him a feral grin, "I didn't say I was through, now let me go."

He grinned right back and sat up, "I don't think so." He kept a firm hold of her as he stood up; never once disengaging. He turned back towards the bed and dropped her top half so that she flopped on to the bed keeping his aching member still deep inside of her.

He gave her one pull and the rest of her dropped; he took advantage of the momentary stillness, flopped both her legs over his shoulders and began to thrust vigorously into her.

Kathryn wasn't one to just lie still with the orgasm back on the rise but because of his firm hold on her legs she found it difficult to do much else. She raised herself slightly on her elbows to give herself some leverage and began meeting his thrusts, spurring him on.

He growled and increased his pace bringing Kathryn to an explosive climax with him following right behind. He let go of her legs and collapsed onto her, both their legs dangling off the edge of the bed.

Kathryn spoke first, "My, Mr. Ayala, I do like the way you guard my body."

He chuckled slightly, "Just following the orders of the Captain."

"Somehow I don't think he meant watching me this closely, but I don’t think you'll hear me complain," she said as she rubbed lazy circles on his back.

"You do realize that he would kill us both if he found out," said Ayala as he raised himself up on one elbow, looking into her eyes.

"Of course he would kill you, but I don't think he would me; there is too much at stake."

"Think you're that important?" asked Ayala.

"Of course I am. I may not have had enough support to remain Captain, but I do have enough to create problems for him if he had me executed. No, the worst I would have would be a good beating and I've dealt with that plenty," she said.

Ayala sighed, "Fine, well we better get going. I really don't feel like taking a space walk today."

Kathryn laughed and sat up to retrieve her clothes, "You would be lucky if he all he did was space you. I could see a beheading, maybe after a good beating…"

"Gee thanks.  I love you too, Kathryn."

"I never said anything about love here," she said.

He took one look at her then turned away, "Whatever, get dressed."

She shoved him away, "I need a shower first." When Ayala stepped in front of her to kiss her she grabbed her knife off the dresser and put it between them, "Get out of my way."

"Yes, Ma'am," he said in a mock salute.

She stopped for a moment, she turned slowly, "I hate being called ma'am and have killed people for less, you know."  She said, twirling the blade slowly in her hand.

He rolled his eyes, "Fine, COMMANDER!"

Kathryn strolled onto the bridge; still basking in the afterglow of the glorious sex she had just experienced moments before. She looked to Chakotay, moved passed him and sat in her chair. "What took you so long?" he asked.

"I had a few things to do," was all she offered.

He eyed her carefully, "Well, I think we have a few reports to discuss in my ready room."

She sighed.   Sex; that meant he wanted sex, "Now?"

He glared at her, "Yes, now!" How dare she question him? Besides she had no idea those hormones were at their strongest for the next two hours, and she had already wasted one of those hours doing god only knows what.

Kathryn got up and followed him into the ready room. She hoped she had cleaned herself up well enough; Chakotay was one of those men who loved to go down on a woman; and he clearly knew how she would taste.

She was barely in the door when he flung her onto the desk none too gently and began to work at her pants. She moved to get up and was roughly pushed back down, "Stay put."

She hated how he initiated sex, never once asking, but she shouldn't really complain. After all, Chakotay always made sure she enjoyed it, sometimes giving her multiple orgasms; Cavitt never did that. Ayala was one to bring her pleasure, but she knew he was only using her too; it had to bring a boost to his ego to be bedding the Commander of a Starship.

Her pants were off and his face was buried between her legs before she could voice another protest. One finger was shoved up her wet hole while his mouth worked frantically on her swollen clit. He nibbled it with his teeth, sending shivers up her spine.

The door chime rang, Kathryn shot up but Chakotay continued doing what he was doing mumbling "come in" from between her legs.

Ayala cleared his throat then spoke, "Ah sir, since the Commander is with you I was wondering if I could take an early lunch?" He shifted slightly on his feet waiting for an answer, the bulge in his pants growing slightly at seeing the position that his lover was in, but he made sure neither one of them noticed it.

Kathryn was furious, how dare that son of a bitch stroll in here like this then stand there and watch. It only amplified the fear of what Chakotay could discover. The fear of his discovery was replaced with the warm tingle of the approaching orgasm. The man standing near by was briefly forgotten as Chakotay grasped her buttocks, holding her firmly in place as she tried to buck at him. Soon the orgasm took her, and she screamed as it rolled through her body.

Chakotay pulled himself away from between her legs and wasted no time as he quickly stood, pulled off his pants, freeing his erection. He turned to Ayala and yelled, "You will wait until she is good and ready." He placed his aching member at her wet entrance then plunged in, beginning with a furious pace. He thrust in her, pulled out nearly all the way and plunged back in, moving faster and harder with each thrust.

Ayala enjoyed the scene in front of him for just a second more before exiting out the door.

Chakotay's climax reached its peak; he thrust into her one more time and spilled his seed with a grunt.  He took only a moment before regaining his composure, "I think these reports are in order; we should get back to the bridge." He quickly got dressed so Kathryn took the hint and did the same; this was life as a commander, do your duty and keep your Captain happy; it may not thrill her every time but it could be worse, or could it?

Kathryn looked at the man seated next to her and noticed the feral grin right away. They had sex only fifteen minutes ago yet he looked as if he could take her again right here and right now.

He motioned with his head towards the ready room door and waited for her to get up. She sighed and got up and followed him in; it didn't seem as if he would be easily satisfied today.

She stepped into the room behind him and was grabbed and thrust up against the wall, "Having problems today, Captain?" she asked sarcastically.

He moved into her line of vision only inches away from her face, "I think you know better than to question me."

She tried to push him away, enough to move away; she was not in the mood for another round of sex. Chakotay on the other hand obviously wanted it. He shifted his weight into her and pinned her against the wall; grinding his erection into her.   His lips covered hers in an overpowering kiss then he moved her away and spun her around to face the wall. He quickly divested her of her pants and panties then used his legs to spread hers.

Kathryn used the wall as leverage, pushing him away. She moved to walk away but stumbled; her pants were still wound around her feet. She tried to catch herself but still found herself laying face down on the floor.

Chakotay laughed at the sight in front of him, "Kathryn, you know you want it, why do you always fight me." He didn't give her time to answer, "I think you just like it rough."

He dropped to his knees and put one hand on her back keeping her down. His other hand took her pants off the rest of the way then wrapped around her waist, raising her up so she was on her hands and knees. He kept the hand around her waist, securing her just where he wanted her and with the other hand he tested her readiness; just as he thought, she was dripping.

Chakotay positioned his hard member at her entrance and plunged in. She was so tight in this position that he knew he wouldn't last long. He thrust a few times and spilled his seed deep into her.

He was about to pull out when he heard her grumble, "What nothing for me this time?" she said with anger.

He pushed her forward, disengaging himself from her, "I don't think you have anything to complain about, do you, bitch? I read your logs; I know how Cavitt treated you. I can just as easily do that."

Kathryn grumbled then moved towards her pants, "Can I put these on now or are you looking for another round?"

"Just get dressed and get to the bridge," he ordered.

Kathryn rolled her eyes and did as ordered; sex three times in two hours had left her a little bit sore. She wouldn't show him that though; no she wouldn't give him that satisfaction.

Kathryn felt nauseous for the third day in a row; she knew Chakotay was expecting her on the bridge but she also knew if she moved even a little bit that she should would make quite the mess all over the floor.  She stood, believing the moment had passed but did so too quickly. She made a dash to the bathroom, covering her mouth with her hand in a vain attempt to hold the contents of her stomach down.

"Chakotay to Janeway," came the voice from the COMM badge.

Kathryn groaned. "Janeway here," she said wearily.

"Why the hell aren’t you on the bridge?" he yelled.

She swallowed back the bile rising to her throat, "I'm not feeling too well."

Chakotay inwardly grinned, "Well get your ass to sickbay and then get up here."

"Aye, sir," she answered, before her stomach once again contracted in painful dry heaves.

Kathryn dropped her head into her hands, mumbling, "How the hell did this happen?"

The doctor snickered, "Do I have to explain this to you?"

"Shut up. You supposedly gave me a fertility blocker a couple months ago," she said sarcastically.

"Hmm, so I did. I guess it didn't work. Lie down, let me get a proper scan of the infant," ordered the doctor.

She grumbled and did what she was told; suddenly it hit her and she panicked, who was the father? "Oh god, I don't believe this."

"What have we here?" he said running the tricorder over her belly., "Oh, now this is interesting."

"What?" she asked.

"It seems there are two babies.  Congratulations, Commander, one boy and one girl," explained the Doctor as he continued scanning.

"Twins, you have to be kidding me?"

The Doctors eyes grew wide, "Oh boy, I do believe you have a little problem here. Just how long have you been sleeping with your body guard?"

"Oh shit, they're Ayala's?" said Kathryn in a panic.

"You don't do anything the normal way, do you," said the Doctor. "One is Ayala's, the other is the Captain's. If you would like to know, the boy is the Captain's; at least that’s something he may like."

Kathryn plopped back on the biobed and covered her face with her arm, "This can't be happening. What the hell was wrong with my blocker? You were supposed to prevent this."

"I don't believe I am the one at fault here; you were the one sleeping around on your Captain. I wonder what method he will use to take you apart."

Kathryn shot up, grabbed the doctor by the shirt and pulled him close, "If he touches me, you will go out the airlock with me you miserable son of a bitch."

The doctor just laughed, "You could only wish. I'm done here, I think you have a report to deliver to the Captain."

Kathryn roughly pushed him away and exited the sickbay. She motioned for Ayala to move and headed for his quarters.   She figured she would tell him about it first; after all, as soon as the Captain found out, he would kill the man.

She never noticed the Doctor slap his COMM badge and hail the Captain.

Ayala  just stood there listening to all she had to say; he didn't say a word. Kathryn, out of frustration, hit him and stormed out. She shouldn't be so angry with him; after all she had basically just signed his death sentence.  What should she expect him to say?She wandered the halls for almost an hour before finally getting the courage to go tell Chakotay the news.  She never even noticed that Ayala had not followed her out of his quarters.

Kathryn arrived on the bridge noticing right away that Chakotay wasn't on the bridge; Kim huffed at her, "He wants to see you in his ready room."

She made her way across the bridge and buzzed for entry. The doors opened to admit her and she stepped in. "So what did the Doctor have to say?"  His question greeted her.

She bit her lip, suddenly afraid. She quickly threw a mask on, not wanting to show him her fear, "I guess we fucked up; I'm pregnant."

Chakotay smiled, but Kathryn failed to notice it did not reach his eyes.  He approached her and taking her into his arms, he hugged her in an almost affectionate embrace. He loosened his hold on her and began to guide her up to the top level, over to the view port.

Once there he broke his hold, one hand coming up to her neck and grasping firmly. His hold turned brutal as he shoved her face toward the view port. She immediately saw her lover, floating outside, "You are the one that fucked up, Kathryn, not me. The fertility booster was meant for me and you, not for your bastard lover, too."

Kathryn broke from his grasp and spun around, "You son of a bitch, you knocked me up on purpose?"

"I did it? No, the Doctor did, on my orders. I wanted a son, and it seems I'm getting one, along with that bastard's daughter. I should have the doctor cut that little brat right out of you, or better yet, maybe I'll make you carry her then get rid of her. I'm sure there's some family out there who would love a daughter, or some alien who could use a female slave."

"I don't think you want to take the chance of hurting your son, Chakotay. It could prove very dangerous for that little life," she threatened. "You know you could easily raise both children as yours and no one would be wiser."

Chakotay stepped away from her and began pacing, "I don't believe what I'm hearing. You want me to raise a child by that traitor? What were you trying to accomplish? I should kill you where you stand."

"But I also carry your son, Chakotay; you can't kill me without killing him. After all, you wanted him badly enough to go behind my back to assure I would conceive him. And believe me, I still have supporters all over; you harm my daughter and you will find that your son will go too. I want both these babies, but I will sacrifice one if only to prove that too you."

"Why, Kathryn? I know Cavitt never gave you pleasure, but I did. I did my best to make sure you were satisfied with our arrangement, then you go behind my back and fuck the man I assigned to protect you; another betrayal. You had to pick someone that was close to me; I didn't like spacing my friend, Kathryn."

"Then why do it?" she stupidly asked.

"Because that son of a bitch dared to touch you!  Understand this, Kathryn, you are mine and no one else's. If you even think about doing this again, I won't think twice of making sure you die a very painful death after the baby is born."

Chakotay headed for the door, "I have work to do, and so do you." He was about to step on the bridge when he turned to her, "The Doctor also told me you don't eat properly. Get to the mess hall and get something to eat; you live only as long as my son is healthy.  One wrong step and I'll find another woman to carry him.  Better yet, bring it back here so I can see you eat it, and bring me something back, too. Move it, I'm hungry," he said gruffly.

"Yes, sir, I'll be back right away," she said almost obediently, too relieved to care about anything else. The man floating frozen outside had been forgotten; she had more important things to concentrate on. She knew Chakotay had the upper hand in this, but she had managed to keep both babies so far.

Chakotay watched Kathryn's butt appreciatively as she left the room.  She was proving harder to control than he had thought.  He was reluctant to kill her because of her influence with the crew, but to let her challenge him could undermine his authority – unless there was a reason for allowing her to live.  He let his thoughts develop.  Yes, that could work.  Ayala's bastard would provide him leverage against her threats; keeping her pregnant would explain why he let her live if she overstepped the boundaries anyway.  He chuckled as he contemplated the sacrifices he would have to make to carry out his plan.

Three years later, Chakotay laughed as Kathryn screamed at him in sick bay.  "I should have stuck that knife into you that first night when I had a chance, you son of a bitch!"  On the surface nothing had changed since that night, but he wasn't worried.  He knew she would change her mind as soon as she held his daughter.  After all, she had said the same thing on two other occasions when their twins and second son were born.

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