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Summary: A short final J/C scene for the series. High on sap.

Notes: Having read the rumors for the Voyager series finale, I'm not terribly happy and have the strongest feeling that the finale will not live up to the ones for Next Gen and DS9. And I know there won't be any J/C in it; the producers and writers would never be that kind or sensible. Except for the P/T relationship, the show lost its emotional heart a long time ago. Therefore, to appease my own desire for J/C resolutions, here's my vision of how the series should end...at least the J/C part of it. Written before the last round of new episodes, so anything up to Human Error (bleh) is fair game.

Disclaimer: Star Trek Voyager and its characters belong to Paramount and Viacom. No copyright infringement is intended.
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Last Dance
by Becky
March 2001

...welcome home...great accomplishment...proud...welcome home...no charges...all ranks confirmed...free to go...welcome home...welcome home...welcome home...

The words echoed in Janeway's ears as she stood in front of the window in the nearly empty, half-lit spacedock. She stared out at her ship, at Voyager. Suspended with maintenance crews hovering around it, a team of Starfleet engineers and shipbuilders examined it, discovering for themselves just how the ship had survived so far from Starfleet for so long.

"You know, B'elanna is already complaining about those ‘damn Starfleeters messing with my engines.'" The voice spoke softly from behind her.

Chuckling, she turned to find Chakotay just a few feet away, the familiar grin tugging at his lips. She answered it with a smile of her own. "I'm sure she is. Let her know that I've requested -- very strongly -- that all upgrades go through her first. It won't do to have my chief engineer displeased."

Chakotay laughed and stepped forward to join her at the window, their shoulders nearly touching as she turned back to the view. "Why aren't you planetside celebrating?"

She shot him a sidelong glance, an impish grin on her features. "I could ask the same of you."

He chuckled. "Ah, but I was sent on a mission to find you before the dancing and toasting began. And I knew I'd find you here."

Janeway shook her head in amusement and said, "In a few minutes."

In silence, they continued to watch the activity around the starship for a time, then finally Chakotay spoke up quietly. "You did it, Kathryn. You got us home."

Shifting toward him, Janeway looked up, meeting his dark eyes. She responded, "We did it, Chakotay. Together." She raised her hand and laid it gently on his chest, just over his heart. Focusing on that hand, she whispered, "There were times when I wasn't sure I would, when I despaired of ever getting home..."

He covered her hand with his own, curling his fingers inward gently. "But you did, Kathryn. I never doubted you would." Chakotay grinned. "You're too stubborn to quit."

She raised her eyes again and found his eyes twinkling at her. Laughing she acknowledged his words with a grin of her own. "Touché." Both their hands dropped away, but her eyes continued to hold his and slowly her grin melted away.

His smile faltered and in quiet concern, he asked, "Kathryn? What's wrong?"

Janeway swallowed and said, "I was remembering an ancient legend about an angry warrior you once told me."

"Yes." His eyes flickered in surprise. Not that she remembered, but that she mentioned it. "What about it?"

Hesitantly lifting her hand again, she touched his cheek, then ran two fingers over his tattoo. "Does the angry warrior still know peace?" Eyes wide and soft, voice trembling ever so slightly, the captain aura subsided and Kathryn, just Kathryn, shone through, her unspoken question clear in her face.

Chakotay cupped her hand against his cheek. "Yes, he does." Gently, he pressed a kiss in her palm, watching for her reaction with a half-forgotten hope.

Janeway only smiled, her eyes watering with unshed tears, before stepping closer to him and raising her other hand to rest again on his chest. "Good. I think..." She paused to swallow again. "I think I'd like to redefine those parameters."

"Kathryn..." Eyes closing, Chakotay leaned forward and down to touch his lips to her forehead. Gently resting one large hand on her face, he softly kissed her lips, hovering there for a bit before pulling back. Their eyes blinked open and they stared at each other for long moments before smiling and turning away from the window.

Arm-in-arm, they walked away, disappearing into the shadows. Behind them, Voyager glimmered, awaiting their return.

~end~