Title: Homesick Fandom/original: Star Trek: Voyager Characters: Chakotay Rating: G Word count: 315
Chakotay stretched on his bed, eyes closed, and listened to nothing. He took a deep breath and let it out. Naturally, his respirations weren’t silent and if he concentrated, he could hear his heart beat, or maybe he just felt it, pulsing regularly inside his chest. He thought about telling the computer to play some music, but that wasn’t what he wanted. Restlessly, he turned over. Another sound, this time of his body on the cotton bedding. He rubbed his legs back and forward several times, listening to the swish, but that wasn’t satisfying either.
He recognized his fit of the doldrums for what it was; he wanted to hear the sounds of his home. Wind rustling through the trees, birds calling, rain on the roof. Not a whole storm, just the steady sound of rain. That was what he missed most, trapped on this starship on the other side of the galaxy. Pure and simple rain. Even back in the alpha quadrant there had been no time to listen and enjoy - running, hiding, fighting, planning, always on the alert. He missed the build up to a cloudburst, when the weather was hot and dry, and the air crackled. There was the feeling of tension, of anticipation, especially when it hadn’t rained for a while. Being out in the rain had been fun as a child, but it held much less attraction for him as his middle years approached. He didn’t enjoy walking in the rain, with or without a lover. He’d rather be inside, watching the water sheet down the glass if the squall was heavy, or tracing the separate drops of a light spring shower, or lying at night and simply listening. Then when the rain stopped, the sky was clear, everything smelt fresh, he felt like he could see for miles and he felt at peace inside. Yes, he missed the rain.
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Fandom/original: Star Trek: Voyager
Characters: Chakotay
Rating: G
Word count: 315
Chakotay stretched on his bed, eyes closed, and listened to nothing. He took a deep breath and let it out. Naturally, his respirations weren’t silent and if he concentrated, he could hear his heart beat, or maybe he just felt it, pulsing regularly inside his chest. He thought about telling the computer to play some music, but that wasn’t what he wanted. Restlessly, he turned over. Another sound, this time of his body on the cotton bedding. He rubbed his legs back and forward several times, listening to the swish, but that wasn’t satisfying either.
He recognized his fit of the doldrums for what it was; he wanted to hear the sounds of his home. Wind rustling through the trees, birds calling, rain on the roof. Not a whole storm, just the steady sound of rain. That was what he missed most, trapped on this starship on the other side of the galaxy. Pure and simple rain. Even back in the alpha quadrant there had been no time to listen and enjoy - running, hiding, fighting, planning, always on the alert. He missed the build up to a cloudburst, when the weather was hot and dry, and the air crackled. There was the feeling of tension, of anticipation, especially when it hadn’t rained for a while. Being out in the rain had been fun as a child, but it held much less attraction for him as his middle years approached. He didn’t enjoy walking in the rain, with or without a lover. He’d rather be inside, watching the water sheet down the glass if the squall was heavy, or tracing the separate drops of a light spring shower, or lying at night and simply listening. Then when the rain stopped, the sky was clear, everything smelt fresh, he felt like he could see for miles and he felt at peace inside. Yes, he missed the rain.