Fractured Bones, Mended Hope
Rating NC-17
By Elorie Alton
Disclaimer: All Voyager characters are the property of Paramount. No copyright infringement is intended.
This takes place during the third year, after "Basics" but before "Future’s End."
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Kathryn Janeway lay on the bio bed, her right foot lifted up by three pillows. She just wanted to go back to her quarters and have some coffee and not think any more. She had done entirely too much of that already, and she was trying really hard to not hear the Doctor. It wasn’t working.
"You’ll need to keep that foot elevated until the bones are completely regenerated. I want to keep the swelling down as much as possible."
"I thought that you would just use the osteoregenerator on the ankle and use a regular regenerator on the swelling, and I would be as good as new. This isn’t the first bone I’ve broken," Kathryn grumbled.
"Captain Janeway," he began, using THAT tone: the one she couldn’t stand and that should only be used on those five or younger. "This is not your ordinary broken ankle. You have broken several bones, and they will not stay set long enough for me to use the osteoregenerator. I am going to have to program a special force field to hold those bones in place until it can knit them. I should be able to begin tomorrow morning. You’ll just have to be patient until then, and keep that foot elevated."
"I do not want to spend the night here," she said impetuously. She pursed her lips in a small pout. "I want to sleep in my own bed."
If he had had any hair on the top of his holographic head, he would have pulled it out. "I’ll agree on the condition that you get someone to take you back to your quarters and help you into bed."
As if in answer to a prayer, the First Officer entered sickbay.
"Chakotay," Kathryn sighed in relief. "You are just the man I want to see."
"Oh," he grinned at her showing his dimples. "I came to see why it was taking so long to heal your ankle. We were supposed to have dinner, remember?"
"I cannot finish repairing her ankle until I configure a force field to hold the bones together. I should be ready tomorrow morning," the Doctor answered. "Just take her to her quarters, and get her to eat something if possible. Help her to bed, and I’ll beam her back tomorrow when I have the force field ready."
Chakotay picked Kathryn up. Her hair was disheveled and falling out of her bun, and the right leg had been cut off of her uniform. Her leg was immobilized with splints and wrappings from her toes up to her knee, and the back of her uniform was damp.
"How long did you lay out there, Kathryn?"
"Chakotay, I lay in the rain and the mud for four hours, until they found me. My ankle hurt like a bitch, I was cold and the rain kept hitting me in the face."
"Well then, let’s get you home and cleaned up." Chakotay said, as Kathryn placed her head on his shoulder.
"Commander, just see that the ankle is elevated, and don’t let her put any weight on it," the Doctor’s nasal tones rang in Kathryn’s ears.
"I will see to it, Doctor. Can you have us beamed into the Captain’s quarters?" In moments, the pair was swept away in a shimmer of blue light.
=^=
"Chakotay, can you come help me again?" She called out from her bathroom.
After helping her wash her face and hair, he had left her on a stool in the sonic shower, intending to get her something to eat as she finished cleaning up.
He entered the bathroom and found her sitting on the stool, still wearing her tank top and what was left of her trousers.
She looked up at him with sad blue eyes. "I can’t figure out how to get my pants off," she whimpered.
His dark eyes sparked in mirth as he replied, "I suppose I could call the transporter room and have you beamed out of them."
"Don’t you dare! Just hand me the scissors, and help me cut myself out of my pants. They are in the middle drawer of my vanity," she ordered.
"Aye, aye, Captain," and he went to find the scissors.
As it turned out he had to do most of the cutting, as the angle was awkward for Kathryn.
As he neared her hip he stopped. "Kathryn, I think I’ve just cut into your underpants." A small flush of pink appeared on his golden face.
"That’s ok, I’m going to have to cut them off too," she took the scissors from him. Unless you’re willing to take them off of me, Kathryn thought. "I think I can get this now. I’ll call you when I’m through."
He left to finish their dinner. As he sat the vegetable soup on the table he heard the sonic shower shut off. He had just finished setting the table and getting crusty bread and iced tea, when he heard her call him.
Chakotay returned to her bathroom to find Kathryn standing with her right foot up, holding onto a towel rack. She was dressed in a pale blue robe. Picking her up he carried her into the living room, acutely aware that she only wore the robe and a gown. He sat her down in her chair and quickly went to his side of the table, trying to get his thoughts away from Kathryn’s state of dress.
"I never did find out just how you injured yourself, Kathryn," steering the conversation in a safer direction.
"It was such a stupid accident. We had spread out, trying to get readings. We knew the dilithium was there, but the storm was wreaking havoc with our tricorder readings. I was walking down an incline and just slipped. I must have hit a hole or something because the next thing I knew, I was lying on my back at the bottom of that hill with rain in my face.
"The hardest thing was that I could see my combadge on the ground. I just couldn’t get to it. I lay there for four hours, Chakotay; I could hear you all calling me. I couldn’t answer you.
"I was so glad to see Paris and Ayala. They got me up and back to the shuttle, and brought me back," her voice became quieter as she finished her story, and she placed her spoon back in the empty bowl.
"If you are finished, I’ll help you into bed." He scooped her up and carried her into the bedroom.
He helped her remove her robe and get herself into her bed, stacking three pillows to rest her foot on.
"Good night, Kathryn." He said, turning to leave.
"Chakotay, don’t go." He could hear tears in her voice.
"Kathryn, what’s wrong?"
"Nothing is wrong, I just need you here. I need to make things right."
"What are you talking about?" He asked, as he sat on the bed beside her.
"Four hours is a long time, when all you can do is wait for someone to find you. I had a lot of time to think. You know that there were large predatory animals on that planet. One of them could have found me, and I couldn’t get away. I realized that I could easily die before anyone found me. I began to regret some of my choices.
"I thought that if I stayed away from you then I wouldn’t be hurt like I was when I lost Justin. But laying there, knowing how easily I could die, it hit me that I was hurting myself even more.
"Justin is dead, and that hurt, but I have no regrets of our life together. If I lost you now I would have double the pain. Chakotay, I’ve never even kissed you…" She began to cry.
"Kathryn, I think we could quickly remedy that." He leaned down softly catching her lips with his.
She melted into him, as he softly brushed her lips with his. She opened her mouth, her tongue sliding across his teeth and tangling with his.
He pulled back from her, his breath ragged. "I’m going to have to leave now, or I won’t be able to, Kathryn."
"I don’t want you to leave. I want you here for as long as I can have you. I love you, Chakotay."
"Kathryn, you are supposed to be resting, with your foot up."
"Shush," she said quietly, her arms sliding up around his neck. "We’ll find a way."
"Spirits, Kathryn, how I love you."
"Then come to bed now."
He quickly removed his clothing and crawled under the covers beside her.
"Chakotay, help me get this off." She pulled at her nightgown.
He helped her pull her nightgown over her head and soon they were lying pressed together, skin against skin.
He rubbed his thumb across her nipples, teasing both of them into hard knots. "You are so beautiful," he murmured as he nibbled her ear, and kissed her neck.
She reached over to him, scraping her nails over his chest, and reaching down to caress his hardness. He sucked in his breath at the feeling of her small hands on him.
Her right leg was up on the pillows, opening her to his gaze. He could see her inner lips, already moist. Chakotay reached down caressing her there, finding her warm and wet; he pushed two fingers into her, rubbing her clitoris with his thumb. He kissed her lips and eyes, down her neck and finally catching a nipple in his mouth.
Kathryn groaned in answer to his caresses, her arousal spiraling up and up. It was happening very fast, a lot faster than she was used to so she started to roll over, trying to put him under her.
"No, Kathryn, you have to keep the foot UP. You can be on top tomorrow," hoping she wouldn’t pull back from him.
"Promise me, tomorrow, Chakotay, and the next day and the next. Always, Chakotay, promise me."
"Forever, love, forever."
She began to moan, bucking up against his hand, arching her body into his. Suddenly she shuddered and her orgasm found her. She came, clenching around his fingers, calling his name.
He quickly moved over her, pulling her right leg up over his shoulder and positioned himself at her entrance. Gently, he pushed himself into her warm depths, basking in the feeling of her surrounding him.
She squirmed closer as he filled her. It was as if she had waited forever for just this moment. It was wonderful. She knew that this was what she wanted, and this man was who she needed. The waves of her passion began to heat her again as she moved against him.
He started slowly, pulling almost all the way out and then pushing all the way back in, and he began to speak to her. Softly whispering love words to her in his native tongue; words that he had never spoken to anyone else.
Her body answered each thrust as he moved faster and faster, finally calling only her name over and over. Her arousal built higher and higher until suddenly she was soaring as her release claimed her once again. He followed quickly as the clench of her vaginal muscles triggered his own orgasm.
Spent, he collapsed on her, trying to catch his breath. Her leg slipped down from his shoulder and onto the pillows.
As his breathing returned to normal he rolled off of her, and gathered her into his arms. "Oh, Spirits, how I love you, Kathryn."
"I know, sweetheart," she traced his tattoo with her fingertip. "I love you too." Then they drifted off to sleep, their bodies wrapped around each other.
=^=
It was early when Kes entered sickbay.
"How long until you are finished programming the force field, Doctor?" she asked.
"I have a few more calculations. Then I’ll feed in the coordinates of her bed, beam her over and we’ll fix that ankle in no time."
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Kathryn awoke with Chakotay’s hand caressing her breast, his mouth nibbling at the soft spot behind her ear. She felt his morning erection pressing into her side.
"Good morning," she smiled.
"I thought you were never going to wake up." His hand began brushing down her body, seeking her warm center.
"I was having the most delicious dream about my first officer, I didn’t want to wake up." She lifted her face up as he caught her lips with his.
They kissed and caressed each other until Chakotay moved over her again, drawing her right leg up over his shoulder and plunging into her warmth.
They moved against each other, seeking release as their passion drove them to new heights. Just when she thought she couldn’t take anymore, she came, calling out his name. He answered her with her own name as he found his release and poured his life into hers.
As he slowly began to withdraw from her, they both felt the familiar tingle of the transporter and found themselves on the main bio bed in sick bay, the sheet still tangled around them.
They looked back to see Kes, red as a beet, quietly laughing. The doctor just stood still, his mouth opening and closing like a fish until he finally found his voice.
"Ah… um…Good morning, Captain, Commander, I’m glad to see you kept that ankle elevated."
