Ghost of a chance

TITLE: Ghost of a Chance

Copyright (c) 1997 by Melrick (valthus@excite.com)

SERIES: (Voyager, F/F, M/F/F)

RATING: [NC-17] - (Janeway/Kes/Paris) Lesbian, Three-Way, Consenting, Anal.

SUMMARY: This story is an alternative to the third season episode called 'Coda'. In my version, Captain Janeway really does die! Well, sort of... you'll see what I mean. It then follows Janeway's attempts to communicate the the crew. She soon realises, though, that Kes is her best hope. But being able to only communicate through her dreams has its limitations; and its benefits. It has a slow start because I decided to do a crazy thing: set up a PLOT. I know, I know, bizarre you might say. But it does pick up. You just have to be a little patient.

WARNING: This story was written for adults. It contains graphic descriptions of sex, including lesbian sex. If this isn't really your cup of tea or if you're under 18, then I advise you to move along quietly. You have now been officially warned!

DISCLAIMER: 'Star Trek: Voyager' and the entire Star Trek universe are properties of Paramount Pictures. This fanfiction was not written for financial gain, nor was any copyright infringement intended.

DISTRIBUTION: Please ask permission BEFORE you distribute this story to other sites. You do NOT have permission to distribute this to pay sites. If distributed, you must leave everything intact, including this header.

2003 AUTHOR'S NOTES: I originally wrote this back in 1997 and was one of my first serious attempts at an erotic story. If I were writing this today then it would be written differently and a lot better (I would hope) but I've decided to just post it exactly as is and hope that it isn't too bad!


Ghost of a Chance
Stardate: 50518.6


'Chakotay to Voyager, do you read me. Chakotay to Voyager, for Christ sake, do you read me!'

'Voyager to Chakotay, is there a problem?' inquired the cool, calm voice of Tuvok.

'Are you within transporter range yet?' asked the frantic voice of Chakotay.

'We will be within transporter range in exactly two minutes fifteen seconds.'

'The second you're in range, lock onto the Captain's Comm signal and beam her to sickbay. The Captain is dead!' The Commander's voice started to break under the emotion. In complete contrast, Tuvok's voice a p a picture of tranquillity. If a voice could be described as a picture, that is.

'Understood, Commander, Tuvok out.'

The rest of the bridge crew was dumb-founded. The Captain had gotten into trouble before, but she had always managed to get out alive and well. She almost seemed immortal at times. None of them expected to ever hear she had been killed. Ensign Kim assumed the doctor would be able to revive her, but Lieutenant Paris wasn't so sure. If Chakotay was that upset, it was bad. Tuvok, of course, just accepted it as plain fact.

*****

'I'm sorry, Commander, there's nothing I could do. She suffered too much brain damage. If I had have got to her five minutes earlier, I might have been able to do something.' The doctor sounded genuinely upset that he lost the Captain, as well as more than a little angry with himself for not being able to do anything. Usually he had little time for his patients, whether they were hurting or not. His priority was to fix them up and get them back to work. But this case was different. He had a real affection for the Captain. People would tell him he was just a hologram, that he wasn't supposed to feel emotion. To hell with them! He knew what he felt was emotion; whether computer generated or real, he neither knew nor cared. Kes knew him. She would know that what he felt was real distress.

'The ground just gave way,' Chakotay began. 'There was no warning; the cliff just gave way and she fell. There was nothing I could do. By the time I got down to her I knew it was too late.' Chakotay then slumped over her lifeless body and began to cry, surprising both the doctor and Kes. Someone else he surprised by his show of emotion was Captain Janeway herself, who stood beside him, 'Chakotay, I'm not dead. I'm right here beside you,' she said softly. When she tried to put her hand on his shoulder, her hand just passed right through his body like he wasn't there. Or as if SHE wasn't there.

'What the hell is going on here?' Janeway asked aloud. If she wasn't confused enough by seeing her own dead body lying in front of her, she certainly was by seeing her hand pass through Chakotay's body.

Shied ied talking to the doctor: no result. She tried talking to Kes: no result. This was getting annoying. She hated being ignored. And it was even more annoying not knowing why she was being ignored.

She spent several hours wandering around Voyager trying to draw the attention of people, but without success. Finally, she went to her private quarters and sat down on the couch.

'At least I can touch some things,' she thought. It didn't seem to make much sense. She could sit on her couch without passing through it, but she could also pass straight through doors and walls without trying. It seemed like she could pass through hard things but not soft things. 'Maybe I do have some control over what I pass through. I can pass through walls, but I'm not sinking through the floor and out into space.' It sounded like a good answer, except for one major flaw. 'If that's the case, why the hell can't I touch people! Maybe flesh is different. Maybe inanimate objects I can pass through, but not flesh.' It sounded right to her, but there was only one way she could, if not prove it, at least go a ways to proving it. She reached down her hand and plunged it through the couch she was sitting on. She withdrew her hand, looked at it, and smiled. That's one little mystery solved, she thought with some satisfaction.

Just then, a bright white light appeared on the wall of her quarters. It spread a little until she could see a figure appear in the light. The figure walked through the light and into her quarters. It was then that she recognised the figure. The person standing before her was her dead father.

'Dad, but, you're dead.' Janeway felt her mind was about to snap. Too many weird things were happening too quickly for her liking.

'Yes dear, and you're dead, too.' Kathryn Janeway's dad went on to explain that she was, in fact, a sprit; a ghost.

'Your time here is over. You have to come with me into the light.'

'But I'm not ready yet. I'm not ready to go,' Janeway pleaded.

'It's your choice Kathryn, I can't make you go. But trust me, it's better if you go sooner rather than later. If you stay, you'll learn the true meaning of the word loneliness. I should know, I spent a long time watching you and everyone else at home grow up. I felt an aching loneliness at not being able to interact with any of you. Finally I realised I had to go. I was achieving nothing by staying there. I want to save you from all that.'

'You know I've always had to find things out for myself. Well, this is no different,' Janeway said stubbornly.

'I know. As I said, Kathryn, it's your choice. I can't make you go. Nor WOULD I make you. You've always done things your own way and, as you said, and this is no different. But remember this: I'll be here when you do come.'

With that, he turned around and walked back into the light, which narrowed to a pinprick before disappearing altogether.

Kathryn Janeway knew what she must do; she must try harder to get Kes' attention. Her chance came later that day as she was following Kes around. Kathryn was standing inside the door of the sickbay, when Kes decided to leave for lunch. Kathryn stayed where she was as Kes walked straight through her. Kes stopped and looked back into the sickbay.

'You felt something, didn't you,' Janeway said excitedly. Kes shook her head sadly and walked on. Kathryn followed.

'I was walking out of sickbay, when I swear I felt the Captain's presence,' Kes was telling Neelix. 'I mean, it was so strong that I almost expected to see the Captain standing there in the doorway.' A teardrop rolled down her pretty cheek.

'You're still upset at the Captain's loss. We all are. You were probably subconsciously thinking about the Captain just before you left the sickbay. I'm sure that had something to do with it,' Neelix said sympathetically.

'You're probably right,' Kes agreed, sighing.

'Of course I'm right. Now eat your stew. It's got that lettuce-like plant we picked up at the last planet. I think I'll call it Neelix Lettuce. Or how about Lettuce Neelix.' Neelix rambled on with variations on a name with the word Neelix in it - one's he hadn't already used, which wasn't easy. Kes didn't have the heart to tell him it didn't taste at all like lettuce, nor did it taste good. It was edible, though. Of course, many things are edible but it doesn't always mean they taste good. Especially with Neelix's cooking.

Oh he meant well, of course, and he WAS keeping everyone alive. And he was usually working with stuff most people wouldn't automatically call food (like the Neelix Lettuce, or what ever he decides to call it). She just wished he had a little more culinary talent. She also wished he were a little better in bed. It wasn't the size of his equipment; that was pretty average for a Talaxian (Or so Neelix assured her). No, it was the fact that it was over and done with in literally seconds. Also, there was absolutely no foreplay whatsoever. She had asked him one day, very carefully, if all that was normal for Talaxian's. He assured her it was, but she wasn't so sure.

Meanwhile, Captain Janeway was fuming over Neelix being able to talk Kes into brushing away the experience she'd just had. She had to think of something else.

And that night she did.

Kes and Neelix still had separate quarters (which suited the Captain just fine), and that night, while sitting in Kes' quarters waiting for her to finish bathing, she had an idea.

'I wonder if I can interact with her dreams.' Whenever Kathryn spoke these days, she always said them out loud. Her existence was like being trapped in one of them old-time moves - not being able to interact with the characters. Hearing her own voice confirmed, at least to herself, that she was still a real live person.

Kes eventually finished bathing and retired to her bed and was soon asleep. It wasn't long before Kathryn noticed Kes slipping into REM sleep.

'Right, now is my chance. But what should I do?' she wondered. She then had another idea. She remembered passing her hand through Chakotay's shoulder and the couch, and decided to do the same. Except this time, instead of just her hand, she would make it her whole body! With that decided, Captain Janeway moved to the bed and began to lay down, taking care to try and lay in exactly the same position as Kes. She was particularly careful about their heads lying in exactly the same place.

With that accomplished, the only thing the Captain could think of was to concentrate on Kes, to try and "see" Kes' dream. At first there was nothing. But then success! Kes was walking down a corridor on-board Voyager. Kathryn wasn't sure where they were at first, until she caught site of the door to her own private quarters. Kes stopped and pressed the door chime.

'Come,' came the quiet, husky voice of Captain Janeway. For some reason, this surprised the real Captain; she wasn't expecting Kes to dream of her!

The door swooshed open as Kes approached. If Kathryn was only a little surprised before, she tripled that surprise whhe che caught site of her dream-self!

She was sitting on the couch wearing a very sexy see-through nightie, and nothing else! Kathryn never even had an outfit like that, here or back on Earth. Nor did she remember ever wearing an outfit like that! She couldn't help feeling very embarrassed. Embarrassment wasn't something her dream-self obviously had a problem with.

'Come in, Kes. Sit down,' Janeway patted the couch next to herself.

'I've got some champagne.' As she said that, two glasses of champagne appeared on the table in front of the couch. Kes sat down and picked up a glass. 'To us,' said Kathryn as they clinked their glasses together. They both took a large mouthful without their eyes breaking contact.

Kathryn was even more embarrassed now. Since she was looking at things through Kes' eyes, she had the perfect view of her dream-self's eyes.

And they were eyes filled with lust, pure and simple, the look she reserved for Mark back on Earth; and even then, not this intense! At least, she didn't think so.


End Chapter 1