"Has he said anything to you?""about the crystal?no.""I respect his
privacy but-""but?""but if he can communicate with his mate...""then she
can communicate to starfleet""is that 'overly' selfish?""no .not
'overly' selfish,just moderate...and practicle...do you want me to talk
to him?""I was going to talk to him...but maybe you would be the best
person...you know...man to man,and all that.""i'll see what i can do."
"I understand your motives commander but I will not talk
about my mate.""I just thought it would be easier on you,to talk.""I
will inform the captin,only mates can communicate threw the
dreamscape,and only personal matters are discussed;all information I
store in my head to tell her about 'VOYAGER'vanishes when we meet."
"well...actually that was my second prioraty,the first was to talk to
you about your mate."Tuvoks eyebrows rose."We have alot in common ,you
know. tou and me.""really?I had not 'guessed',nor do 'I' see it."
Chakotay chuckeled at the slightly vield put down."We do actually.Were
both far from home-" Chakotay stopped chuckeling " and in someway
niether of us can have the women we love" Tuvok looked into the
commanders eyes briefly,then walked over to the built in cabienet and
poured two strait whiskeys,he handed one to the commander and motioned
for him to sit on one of the low cushions."I thought vulcans didn't
drink.""it is a common misconseption, vulcans are good at 'holding our
liqure'.also alchole evaporates several times faster out of our
blood,than that of humans.""oh...so vulcans do know how to party""yes we
accasionally have even been known to chug" "really?"
The batter went on,and so did the 'recora'whiskey.
"I cahn't belive she cut her hairrr" Chakotay's speech was slightly
slurred."It did look more asthetic long.""yeh...more beautiful.I used to
dream of brushing it,hell I still dream of brushing it!""my mate kept
her hair a little below the shoulder blades in leangth.It already has
streaks of white threw it,yet it is still the most beautiful hair I have
ever seen;...the captins comeing in a close second "of course".
"So your wife is a dancer?" he asked. "My wife is an artisan." Came the
reply. "Meaning..."he asked."Meaning,she is a historian and a patroness
to the arts." "Oh...is she pretty?" "She is beautiful" Tuvok reached
over for a electronic photograph album and handed it to chakotay. "WOW!"
was all he could say as he looked at the pictures. The woman was in the
picture was tall-ish, mayube 5'9,black hair with a heavy dose of silver
threaded through it. The woman was nicely toned with a cappocinno
colored body with dard brown eyes with endless dept. "This is a man's
woman." chakotay thought out loud. "She would have something to say
about that," came the reply,"She is very independent." "hum..i also
heard she was an inventor?" he asked. "She holds the patent on many
invetions that are quiet popular yes." was Tuvok's reply. "Do you love
her?" chakotay asked. "So much my eyes hurt when i see her picture."
You're lucky you can communicate with her, i'm not so lucky." " I have
noticed the you and the captian striding through eco-lab 5." said Tuvok.
"Well..," came the reply,"the aboridum 'is' beautiful and its really the
only time i can have her to myself." "Do you love her?" Tuvok asked him.
"So much, I think I'll lose my sanity"
"Um..captian?" "Yes B'ellan?" "Um..well..." "What is it?" the
captian asked. "Tuvok and Chakotay are...drunk" she ansered. "What?!"
came the shocked reply."I called them and there voices were slured and
Trome Whiskey leaves a disdant chemical in the air that can make others
drunk by inhaling it." she said. "Well, maybe we should send someone to
cheak on them." Both knew that if the captian went both men would be
humiliated. Tom would probably take a camera and Harry would stutter,blush and
run. Besides, he might still be at odds with Tuvok. seven? Kathrine
mentaly slaped herself for thinking about it. Then,slowly,she turned to
face B'ellana. After a small sigh she responded "I'm on my way captin."
and left the bridge.
