by Dakota

Chakotay pounded on the door. "Dang it, Kathryn! Let me in."

Her voice was muffled but he understood her easily through the door. "No!"

"It's late. I tired. Let me in."

"No!"

"We promised never to end a day fighting. Now come out here and let's work this out."

"You work it out. I'm going to get some sleep."

Chakotay sighed in exasperation. It was late; he was tired. "Fine. I don't care if we work it out. Just let me in."

"Why? You can sleep out there."

"These are my quarters. I'd like to sleep in my own bed."