- Just One of Those Nights�
By Camilla Sandman
Disclaimer: So I had a drink last night, and I imagined that I owned all these wonderful characters I like in Water Rats belonged to me, because Hal McElroy and Channel 9 had GIVEN them to me. But alas, I woke this morning with a nasty hangover and the realisation that they aren�t mine, and that 10,000 elephants were having fun jumping on my brain.
So then Spif convinced me to make a little J/C story out of the original WR piece..and you can read that here
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Hangover. It was a familiar enough sensation for Kathryn Janeway, but it didn�t make it any more pleasant.
�Aaaaaw, my head�, she muttered, blinking and trying to focus
Why was it so bright here?! Who had turned on the blasted light?? Closing her eyes, she tried to figure out just how much she�d had to drink last night
She�d seemed to get most of her clothes off before getting to bed, which was a good sign. The light was bothering her, which was a bad sign. She was in the bedroom, definitely a good sign. Sighing, she opened her eyes, and rolled out of bed.
�Ouch�, she exclaimed, realising she�d bruised her knee during the evening before. What the hell had they been doing last night anyway?
Without looking back, she stumbled out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. A shower was in need. And pit black coffee. Anything that didn�t contain milk.
Her bathroom was a mess too, and what were the command plaque doing in the shower?!?
Vague memories of her and Chakotay toasting B�Elanna and Paris� engagement emerged, along with the Doc.. singing? And they had gone back to her ready room� for something..
�Aaah, crap,� she cursed, giving up on remembering for now. With any luck, everyone was having trouble remembering that evening. The Doc she could always pull rank on.
Strangely enough everything seemed a little out of place in the bathroom. Hopefully it meant she�d realised enough was enough and headed home.
Her communicator was beeping. Squirming, she went in the direction of the sound, stumbling over a shoe, before finally locating it by the replicator.
�The.. umm.. Captain here.�
�Morning Captain. Just wanted to let you know the morning shift is about to take over.�
�Eh.. okay. I�ll be right there.�
�Yes, ma�am. And Captain?�
�Yeah?�
�Hope you had a fun evening. Kim out.�
Tossing the communicator on the table, Janeway felt something emerge from her clouded mind again. The communicator was important. She�d thrown it in there.. because.. because.. she didn�t want to be disturbed?From.. something�
She gave up. This was just gonna be one of those days. She�d just go back to bed, sleep some well-deserved hours and then appear on the bridge as calmness itself.
Stumbling back into the bedroom, she lifted the covers, crawled up under them.. and felt a cold foot against her warm thigh.
�Chakotay??!!!???� she screamed, and surely, there he was, snoring just a little bit. And as naked as the day he was born, with a giant hickey she knew she was to blame for.
Red spots began colouring her cheeks as she remembered just what they had done last night..
They�d ditched everyone else in the mess hall, and she�d invited Chakotay for some real drinks in her quarters. They had finished the whole bottle of Romulan ale! No wonder she felt like crap� But, there was more emerging from her mind..
The red spots grew larger.
Because then she�d come up with the brilliant idea of sneaking into her ready room, and there they had.. Oh God�
�On my desk??!!??� she hissed.
And then another piece of memory got jogged too.
�Twice???!!!!�
And...
�IN THE TURBOLIFT????!!!!???�
Oh yeah. It had been one of those nights.
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