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Legal Stuff- Ehheh, (dribble, dribble, dribble) The mighty Paramount owns Voyager (heh heh heh). The great Sarah McLaughlin owns the song Angel. Thy humble servant simply owns the story. I'VE DONE IT MASTER, I'VE DONE IT! Oops, sorry my hunchback got the better of me. (Don't even try to understand). |
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An apology- People, I'm really sorry. I've been up for way too long, and this story probably makes no sense what so ever. I wrote it at four o'clock in the morning, so, needless to say, I'm a little (only this much) slap-happy. Nevertheless, I would enjoy feedback, flames or praise, however, I believe it will be more of the former than the latter. Now, on with the show. |
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THUD...
"What the....?"
THUD...
"What on earth is that?"
THUD...
It sounded like it was coming fromjust behind the wall.
THUD...
"What is she doing?"
THUD...
"At that Chakotay rang the door chime.
THUD...
No answer.
THUD...
He rang the chime a second time (Heeey, I'm a poet and didn't know it, hee hee hee).
THUD...
Still no answer.
"KATHRYN," Chakotay called out trying to get her attention.
There was still no answer, however, this time there was no residual THUD.
"KATHRYN, ARE YOU-- *WHOOSH*" the doors opened and Chakotay stopped yelling when he saw Kathryn standing in front of him, "in there?"
"Sorry, Chakotay, I didn't hear you," Kathryn said rubbing her forehead.
"What were you doing?" Chakotay asked trying not to laugh.
This time it was Kathryn who had to try not to laugh, she knew that it was ridiculous, but she was at her wits end. "I was beating my head against the wall."
"WHAT! WHY?!" Chakotay asked, futily trying to stifle yet another outburst but failing miserably.
"I was trying to knock myself out," Kathryn confessed.
"Again, I ask, WHY?"
"Cuz, I can't sleep," Kathryn said plopping down in her favorite chair as she whined.
"I...see..., well, then, why don't you just get something from Doc?" Chakotay asked bewildered.
" They don't really work for me. My body fights them off somehow, it runs in my family," Kathryn answered seriously.
"Would you like some help getting to sleep?" Chakotay asked just as seriously.
"Oh, Chakotay, at this point I'll try anything," Kathryn pleaded.
"Okay, then, come on," Chakotay said as he took Kathryn's hand and lead her into her bedroom.
Once in the bedroom Chakotay tucked Kathryn in snuggly, and lowered the lights. After bringing a chair to the edge of her bed he took one of her hand in his own mascquline hand and ran his other hand over her soft auburn hair.
"Now, close your eyes."
"Okay," Kathryn obeyed.
"This is a song that my mother used to sing to me when I couldn't sleep."
These were the words that Chakotay began to sing:
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Spend all your time waiting
For that second chance
For a break that would make it okay
There's always some reason
To feel not good enough
And it's hard at the end of the day
I need some distraction
O, a beautiful release
Memories seep through my veins
It may be empty
O, weightless then maybe
We'll find some peace tonight
In the arms of the Angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessness that you fear
You were pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent revelry
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
So tired of the straight line
And everywhere you turn
There's vultures and thieves at your back
The storm keeps on twisting
Keep on building the lies
Yat you make up for all that you lack
It don't make no difference
Escape one last time
It's easier to believe
In this sweet madness
O, this glorious sadness
Which brings me to my knees
In the arms of the angel
Fly away from here
From this dark cold hotel room
And the endlessnes that you fear
You were pulled from the wreckage
Of your silent revelry
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here
You're in the arms of the angel
May you find some comfort here.
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