Disclaimer: Paramount may own all, but I am the all powerful wizard of oz and they should never mind all us fanfic writers behind the little green curtain.

An answer to my own JetC15/16 Challenge. You have to use every title of every episode of Voyager, including season 5 episodes, which are optional. In order, two part episodes have to mentioned twice and it can be in any form you choose. Let the games begin. . .and may I mention that I stop at episode 100. It seemed logical.

"What's In a Title"

By Mindy

"Well, it started with the Caretaker."

"The Caretaker?" Chakotay asked. Kathryn nodded her head. They were in her quarters, discussing nothing of importance.

"That's when it began. Then it became a Parallax."

"I don't think I understand you?" Chakotay answered. He rubbed his ear, as if it would speed the production of coherent though in his brain.

"Time and Again, I've wondered, what would have happened if we hadn't been brought here." Kathryn said, sipping at her coffee.

"Well, for one, we wouldn't be here talking. I would probably be at the New Zealand Penal Colony, working off a sentence."

"Oh, I don't know. Besides," Kathryn said, wiggling her eyebrows. "It would be better then contracting the Phage."

Chakotay groaned and leaned back against the couch. "What about you and "THE CLOUD?" Chakotay said, changing his voice so it sounded dark.

"Easier to see through then an Eye of the Needle." Kathryn said. Chakotay reached over and took her cup from her hand.

"True. But what about love 'em and leave 'em Tom?"

"I'd say he's an Ex Post Facto." Kathryn said.

"Don't get Latin on me." Chakotay warned, narrowing his eyes.

Kathryn looked at him as he reared back and sneezed. "Hey, watch it with those Emanations." She said, wiping her arms.

"What? Doesn't it meet with your Prime Factors, Kathryn?" He said, wiping his hands on his trousers.

"That's 'defining parameters', Chakotay." Kathryn said, getting up and going to the replicator. "You want anything." Chakotay leered at her. "I mean from the replicator." She said.

"No, those things lately have been in a State of Flux." He said, getting up and going over to her and leaning against the wall.

Kathryn decided to change the subject. "Did you hear that Tom and Harry have developed a new game?"


"It's called Heroes And Demons. B'Elanna said it's really demented."

"Consider the source." Chakotay said, watching Kathryn's profile. "Besides what about my Cathexis?"

"Your Ca-what?"

"Never mind." Chakotay said.

"You and your many Faces. What will I do with you?" Kathryn asked, falling back in a mock faint against the cushions that they had went back to.

Chakotay took in the view, then cleared his throat. "Did you hear? Neelix has asked Tuvok to make a hybrid rose in honor Dr. Jetrel."

"Really?" Kathryn asked, pulling herself back up.

"Yes. Neelix said it would be fitting."

"Taken right from the Learning Curve, huh."

Chakotay narrowed his eyes. "I guess so."

"Can I ask you something?" Kathryn said, becoming serious.


"How'd you feel about The 37's?"

Chakotay looked away. "I found them interesting. Especially Earheart's pilot, Fred or Dave or whatever his name was?"


"Yeah. Fred."

"Can we finish this discussion later. I'm really tired." Kathryn said, yawning. Chakotay got up and stretched.

"Sure. See you tomorrow." And he quietly left her quarters. Kathryn got up and headed off to bed, hoping to get in some sleep.


"So, what's this I hear about the 'secret Initiations' ceremony."

"A secret new organization. "Leola haters anonymous." Chakotay said, leaning in closer to Kathryn. Again, they were situated on her couch, drinking coffee.

"I suppose they even have Projections of when we will run out of our current supply."

"Of course."

"Reminds me of when Kes went through the Elogium. Projecting whether or not her and Neelix would be together."

"It could be worse. It could be like Harry's Non-Sequiter."

"You are so Twisted." Kathryn said, slapping his arm playfully.

"I know." Chakotay snorted a few times. "Hey," he said, looking at a Padd in his hand. "What's a eleven letter word for 'birth'?"

"Thomas Paris?" Kathryn said, dissolving into giggles.

"No, seriously."

"Okay." Kathryn stared at her ceiling and thought. "Parturition."

"You sure?"

"I'm the captain, aren't I?"

Chakotay sighed and tapped in the word. "Chakotay," Kathryn began after he'd been ignoring her for a while.


"Do you ever get Persistance of Vision?"

"Depends on what you get visions of?" Chakotay said, secretly thinking that she was his perisitant vision.

"How about your Tattoo?" Chakotay looked at her dumbstruck.

"It felt like a Cold Fire burning," he replied, waggling his eyebrows. They began to tickle each other, which then dissolved into wrestling. They fell off the couch and rolled on the floor, each trying to get the better advantage.

"Where'd you learn those Maneuvers?" Kathryn asked, putting his head in a head lock. He took the opportunity to flip her over and then straddled her stomach, holding her hands above her head.

"Resistance is futile," he said.

"Hah! When they made me, I was the Prototype for all good things," Kathryn said, arching her back and using the leverage to flip him over her head.

Chakotay looked at her with shock on his face. "I'm glad my Alliances are with you." He rubbed at his rear, which had taken a brunt of the fall.

"Can we continue this tomorrow night, Chakotay? My Threshold has been crossed enough for one evening."

Chakotay nodded and took his leave. Kathryn retreated to her bathroom for a relaxing soak in the tub.


"Why are you attempting to Meld with me? You're not a Vulcan?"

"I want your information on Dreadnought."

Kathryn shoved Chakotay's hands from her face. "Commander, you have a real Death Wish, don't you?"

"Can I check you for Lifesigns?" Chakotay asked.

"The Investigations end at conversation. Get physical and I'll rip off your hands," Kathryn said with a smirk.

"I can see we are at a Deadlock," Chakotay replied.

"Good. At least my Innocence is preserved." Kathryn said, spooning some ice cream and swirling it around her spoon.

"You'd better eat that, or you'll be experiencing The Thaw." Chakotay said, pointing with his own spoon toward her bowl.

They ate in comfortable silence. After some silence and clinking of metal against glass, Chakotay sat his bowl down on Kathryn's coffee table.

"You know, I think we should have kept Tuvix. The best of Tuvok and Neelix rolled into one."

"What made you think of that?" Kathryn questioned, holding her bowl in one hand.

"I don't know. I think our Resolutions on that one were questionable." Chakotay said.

"Well, if you want to get technical, Basic laws of life were involved."

"The Basic rules of life? Are you having a Flashback to your days as a free wheeling science officer?"

"No, just an evaluation."

Kathryn picked up their bowls and headed toward the replicator. Chakotay watched in amusement as she disappeared into her bedroom and emerged with a long flat box.

"Time for a game. One of wit, challenge, integrity, stamina. . ."

"You're testing my stamina? I can think of better ways to test stamina then board games," Chakotay said. Kathryn gave him a dirty look and set the game up.


"I can't believe you took the The Chute," Kathryn exclaimed.

"Why not?"

"Because it is so unlike you."

"Avoid The Swarm," Chakotay said in defense.

"You are making absolutely, no sense."

Chakotay smiled and took the dice from her. "I'm not paid to make sense, only follow it."

"Then I'm glad we're only wagering for False Profits," Kathryn said, watching Chakotay roll double fives.

"Remember that time when we visited the mud baths on that world. . ."

"That was actually Sacred Ground? Why yes I do. The inhabitants thought it was the Futures End because we'd decided that mucking around was fun."

"Well, at least we proved them wrong. About the Futures End and all," Chakotay said, moving his game piece. "Why do we always play games?"

"Because they are good for strategy."

"Quit being such a Warlord," Chakotay said, giving her the full effect of his dimples.

Kathryn looked at him through lowered lashes. "On the condition that you forget about The Q and the Gray incident, okay?"

"Okay, as long as I get to see that log footage of you fighting the Macrocosm again."

"That sounds like a Fair Trade" Kathryn replied sticking her hand out. He took it, then kissed her knuckles.

"Would you like to meet my Alter Ego?" Chakotay said, in a thick, fake accent.

"Repeat refrain?" Kathryn said out of the blue.

"I prefer a Coda," Chakotay said, kissing up her arm like some drunk.

"You're giving me Blood Fever," Kathryn said, mock sighing and holding her free hand against her forehead.

"Perhaps a little Unity between you and I can fix that."

"Go to hell," Kathryn said, pulling her hand away from him and noticing the slobber marks on her uniform. "Gross! Keep your slobber to yourself."

Chakotay did his impression of the doctor after his computer alteration. "I am not impressed by The Darkling," Kathryn told him, using a napkin to wipe off her arm.

"I like to Rise to the occasion," Chakotay said, trying to get into her good graces again.

"At least I now know why you were your mothers Favorite Son."

"I was her only son."

"Go home."

"Yes, ma'am."


". . .was that Before and After the fact?" Chakotay said, pulling himself up on the bar. This was part of Tuvok's new regime for keeping the officers in shape. Currently, Kathryn and Chakotay were on the holodeck, working out. They were on the pull ups.

"Get," grunt, "a life," Kathryn said, barely getting her chin above the bar.

"A Real Life? Surely you're kidding," Chakotay answered, not at all winded by the exertion.

Kathryn dropped to the ground. She put her fists on her hips and continued to watch Chakotay go up and down on the bar. Blowing a piece of hair out of her eye, she glared at him.

"Cut it out before I send you back to your Distant Origin."

"Hah! Displaced by you? Don't make me laugh," Chakotay said. "Ninety-one."

She looked at him and went so she was behind his back. "Tell you what; how about I give you a Worst Case Scenario?" At which point, she grabbed the waistband of his sweats and pulled them down to his ankles. This left Chakotay hanging on the bar, turning a nice shade of red.

"You Scorpion!" He seethed as he dropped to his feet and began pulling his pants back up.

"I've seen your Scorpion. It must be The Gift of mankind." Kathryn began laughing.

"For that, Kathryn, when B'Elanna's next Klingon Day of Honor approaches, you have to take part." He now stood in front of her, looking down at her with contempt.

"You really don't want me to be your Nemesis."

"Oh, the Revulsion." Kathryn mocked fainting.

"You vixen!" Chakotay began chasing her around the holodeck.

"'Quote The Raven, nevermore'." She laughed as she dodged him.

Chakotay lunged and tackled her around the waist, bringing her down to the ground. He crawled up her body so they were eye to eye. "Shall we experiment with Scientific Method?"

She wiggled in an attempt to release herself from his embrace. "Only if you want the forthcoming year to be the Year of Hell."

"Year of Hell? You'd hold a grudge for a year?"

"I have a long memory."

"And plenty of Random Thoughts," Chakotay concluded for her. He relented and rolled off of her, then helped her to her feet. He walked toward the arch of the holodeck. Chakotay turned back when he realized that Kathryn wasn't following him.

"Aren't you coming?"

"I'm going to run my de Vinci program for a bit."

He walked back toward her. "Anything I should be concerned with?"

"Well, mister nosy, if you must know, this is Concerning Flight. We're flying in his new craft."

"Watch out for rocks." And Chakotay left Kathryn.


"I swear, it felt just like a Mortal Coil," Chakotay said, pushing around the violet food around his plate.

"Sure you weren't having one of your Waking Moments?" Kathryn asked, chomping on some meat.

"Well, it did happen right after I found that Message in a Bottle..." Chakotay said, giving up on the violet colored food.

"What did that note say, again?"

"We are the Hunters. You are the Prey. In Retrospect, get yourself ready for the Killing Game."

"What kind of crap is that? The Killing Game? Be serious," Kathryn said, waving her fork around in the air.

"A Vis a Vis if you ask me," Chakotay mumbled.

"You're being as allusive about that message as I had to be about The Omega Directive," Kathryn said.

"Did you know that in Kirk's day, it was the Omega Glory?"

"That was Kirk."

" I know. He was rather Unforgettable," Chakotay said.

"I've only met one Living Witness from that escapade. Mr. Spock." Kathryn shoved her tray aside.

"Oh, the Demon," Chakotay replied.

"The One and only," she gave back.

Chakotay leaned back in his chair and laced his fingers over his stomach. "The days of Hope and Fear. How we should long for them."

"The endless Night. No holodecks, no replicators. . ."

"No handsome first officers..." Chakotay supplied.

"No Borg Drone. I wonder how Kirk would've reacted to that?" Kathryn asked, but not really of Chakotay.

"With an Extreme Risk, no doubt."

"No doubt."


They were in Kathryn's quarters again. A sheet covering their bodies, their heart rates beating a little too fast.

"You're even more exquisite In the Flesh," Chakotay said, holding her close to him.

"Well," Kathryn responded with a smile, "Once Upon a Time, there was this angry warrior. . ."

Chakotay pulled her to him and kissed her soundly. "Kathryn, sometimes, the best stories are Timeless."

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