Categories: Ship, Het, Angst, Episode Tag
Characters: Janeway, Chakotay
Spoilers: The Killing Game
A/N: A brief, angsty little episode addition for The Killing Game written for Le Coeur de Lion.
Credits: Thanks to Cress for the quick beta.
Disclaimer: Paramount doesn't treat its toys very well, but I do. Well, usually.
Something nagged at Katrine when she first met Captain Miller of the Fifth Armored Infantry of the Allied Forces. He looked familiar. No, actually, he didn't look familiar. He felt familiar. She knew this man the moment she laid eyes on him; not because she had met him before, but because their souls had met before. Of this she was certain.
Katrine had never once given thought to her soul before. She wasn't a religious person. She wasn't a superstitious person. She was a practical person. But the moment she first saw Miller, she knew she had a soul, because it spoke up in recognition of this man.
There was a war to win. She didn't have time to indulge her feelings now, but after the war, she fully intended to learn more about this man. She'd have plenty of time, once this war was over.
Yes, there would be plenty of time to explore her feelings. There would be plenty of time for long walks by the river. There would be plenty of time to reminiscence about their childhoods; to ponder the questions of the universe; to swap tales of the war; to joke and laugh and fall in love.
There would be plenty of time, later, to kiss those tempting sensuous lips. There would be plenty of time to gaze into those dark eyes. Someday the Nazis would be defeated, and she would be free of her responsibility at Le Coeur de Lion. Someday she would be free to explore a relationship. Someday there would be plenty of time.
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