Last week was something out of hell. Apparantly, we 'trespassed' into alien space. Negotiations did not go well, they insisted on taking Voyager and attempting to decimate its crew. We were attacked for nearly the entire week, even after we cleared their space. Crewman Alexis Johanna died, my condolences to her family, I wish I had gotten to know her better. Even with these seven years of near isolation, I haven't been able to talk to much of the crew. ...is seems I have lost my chance now.

The ship is badly damaged, but B'Elanna and other repair teams are working as hard as they can. Currently, we're hiding in a nebula, hopefully, we will not be found for a couple more hours so that shielding capabilities will be back.

"Kathryn, the crew is starting to think strangely of Q's...fondness of you"

"So? He's always been fond, and you know that I'm not returning anything"

"Well some crewmembers are feeling doubtful of your command, they don't think you can be responsible"

"Do you think I'm not practicing abstinence?! OF ALL PEOPLE, YOU SHOULD KNOW THAT!"

"I didn't say that"

"Then what are you saying?"

"That I...oh I give up Kathryn, I just can't handle it anymore. I don't know why I do this"

He turns to go through the doors.

"I didn't dismiss you"

"Do you really have to?"

He goes through, and I stand there feeling incredibly insulted and horrible, and...I can't grasp the words, just too much emotion right then. I couldn't think straight, so as I would always do, sat in my chair and threw myself into work.

I'm going to kill the bastard.

I'm holding up my head with one arm, elbow on the arm rest of the command chair. Of course, no one knows that that arm alone is what's keeping me up. Tired...ironically, this is what caffeine must do to you. Some inverse flux or something of the sort. GOD! My major is science and I can't even put the right words together!

Yes...Chakotay is very...heartbreaking at the moment. I get no attention, then again,  I shouldn't blame him. It's my own fault that I kept pushing him away with the damn rulebook. Me and my rules, we're definitely a couple.

Shit. Q just appeared. NO NO NO!!!!

...

His arms are around my waist, wonderful. He has a wife already, is he trying to start an intergalactic war?

"Hahah Kathy! I see I've caught you again off guard!"

"What are you trying to do?"

I flick his arms off of me.

He puts up a mock sad face.

"What? No warm welcome? No hello Q? No hug back? After all the attention I gave you?"

"Q!"

"Ahh...my name, a most joyful thing"

"..."

A growl must be inserted there.

"Kathy!" he says in the hurtful way.

"You have a wife, I have a ship, now move it Q"

"So your ship is your husband? Just charming Kathy, charming. How would you have children?"

He does something infuriating with his eyebrows, and flashes out, leaving a balloon with a big "ITS A SHIP!" letters on it.

Arg