Disclaimer- I do not own "Star Trek: Voyager", and in no way do I profit from this.
This is the story about Shannon Rose and her journey to self discovery and finding her family.
Authors Note: I am new to fan fiction writing and this is my first ever published story, so please be kind
Criticism it okay but please not flames!!
***P.S- if I get some reviews and people like it I will write more.
Shannon Rose
Did you ever have a life changing moment, where suddenly everything in your past made sense? Well, I did. My first was on my twelfth birthday. I remember being really excited. You see, in my parents family, turning twelve was like the beginning in your adulthood. Only mine wasn't as exciting as I thought it was going to be; at least not good exciting.
After my party, my parents sat down with me and dropped a bomb. They told me of their struggle to have children, and how for ten years they tried everything the doctors could think of to have their own child. But nothing worked. Naturally, I was confused until they told me I was adopted.
After that, my relationship with my parents was changed forever. Up until that point, I was daddy's little girl. Thinking back on it, I don't know who really incited the change. I suppose it was a mutual effort. My parents wanted to give me space to come to terms with my newly acquired information, and I felt betrayed. I thought that their distance was because they no longer loved me. I know now that it was illogical, but what twelve-year-old is?
My next life changing moment happened at the age of fourteen. My parents died in a shuttle accident. Their shuttle was leaving Planet Utopia and the engine overloaded. Starfleet said it was a freak accident. My parents had no family, so I was sent to a group home or other wise know as an orphanage.
The officials at Child Services said that my birth parents had signed away their rights, and there was a note placed in my file that they were not to be contacted. I don't know what urged me to try on my own, but I thought that my parents had to at least cared about me -maybe even loved me. They had me and gave me to a good family when they could have had the pregnancy terminated. So I decided if the people at the group home were not going to help me, then I would find my parents myself.
This began my year long search for my birth parents.
It took me almost two months until I found a remote location were I could hack into the computer at the group home, and about another month until I had the opportunity to get the information. One afternoon, I was waiting and the group leader went out to go grocery shopping -I was home sick with the Rigallion flu. Getting in was pretty easy for a gifted fourteen-year-old, and the home didn't have a lot of security. I downloaded my file to a computer and went back to my room so no one would find out.
Getting the information that easy should have been my first clue that it would not be that simple. All of the information that I needed was encrypted with Starfleet command codes. The names and addresses. It said that my mother was twenty-seven-years-old and was a Starfleet officer, and that my father was killed in -of all things- a shuttle crash at the age of 29; he was also a Starfleet officer. It stated that my mother gave me up so that I would have a family. That was all that is said -there was nothing in the file about not contacting her. But all of the more personal information was encrypted.
After trying all that I could to get to the information, I decided to get the names of all of the female humans who were in Starfleet and my mother's age. But the list came out to 12,876 names.
I knew that it was impossible to find all of those women. So at that point, I gave up.
About three weeks later, I was at a cafe with my two friends from school and we were watching news videos about the starship, Voyager, and how it was official lost and the crew declared dead. One of my friends mentioned that I could pass as the captain's doppelganger. I hadn't really noticed until I looked up her service record later that night. I had the same hair color and same eye color. I was even almost the same build and only about an inch taller. I read through her record: she was the right age. It also mentioned that at the age of twenty-seven, her fiancé and father were killed in a shuttle crash. Eight months before I was born!
