A/N: So this is exactly what this story needs. A revamping! After taking many writing classes (high school and college) and almost completing a book that is to be part of a series I reread this and I see it as some petty little thing I wrote when I was young that makes no sense and has no promise as a story anymore, but that's why I'm completely redoing it. Well the timeline is about the same but ages are different. Icheb is still 21, but Naomi (being at a genius level) is 15. I'm also going to be changing a lot of things in this story! Be prepared, this is not going to be the same "We meet again" that all my fans know. But hey change is good right? Just keep in mind through the whole journey you are about to endure. I don't own star trek. Only a shit ton of their products.
Another day, another string of classes and enemies to prevail through. Naomi Wildman stood in front of the large circular mirror attempting to pull her fine, strawberry blond, hair back into a more professional, and practical, twist but today it just was not working for her. Naomi sighed and gave up before fixing the collar of her Starfleet issue cadet uniform. The frustration and fear consumed her as she thought about how her first day will be. True this is just another day, but with one small change. Naomi Wildman, age 15, was starting at Starfleet academy and without her best friend to help her as she has done so much in the past.
Said friend slams Naomi's bathroom door open glaring at the comm. badge, specially made by her mother of course; that she threw to Naomi's bed at that moment. Her grumbling, while angry by tone, was difficult to hear for Naomi so she didn't even try to have her best friend explain and once again tried to fix her hair. Miral looked at Naomi with a questioning look on her face as Naomi grunted in frustration and chuckled softly. Miral Paris walked over to her easily tormented friend and easily fixed her hair as Naomi wished before Miral turned Naomi to face her. It had been their custom for years to have a sleep over the night before the first day, and this year would be no different.
Miral looked over her friend in approval. The grey uniform, for once, flattered her friends figure and her hair was as shiny and beautiful as ever. Her four little horns gleamed slightly and Naomi's skin, blemish free of course, had minimal makeup. Not any if Miral's eyes were correct. Though Miral did spot a small amount of clear lip gloss on the girl and that made Miral smile a bit more. There were two things that surprised everyone that they met. One, that a Klingon and a Ktarian were such close friends. And two, that the Klingon was more 'Girly' then the Ktarian. Many also thought Naomi was much older then Miral when in reality it was only a few years, Naomi just looked much older.
"You look great Na. Those academy boys wont know what hit them!" Naomi rolled her eyes at her friend and looked back in the mirror, her crystal blue eyes mirroring the worry.
"Yea right Mir. No guy likes girls that are smart, you know that. Your intelligent but much better looking and much more exotic. You're the one who'd probably get the guys to fall to your feet." Miral sighed at her friends self confidence. Or lack there of. Naomi was the most beautiful girl in Miral's class, guys were just intimidated by her looks and family; the entire voyager crew including a former Borg- and they didn't know how to deal with that. The academy should be better, at least that's what Miral hoped.
"Miral!" They heard from downstairs and could clearly make out Samantha Wildman, Naomi's mother. "Your Dads is here! Naomi you need to have some breakfast then seven is going to come get you to bring you to the academy." The girls turned to each other and took a deep breath at the same time.
"This is it." they both said simultaneously. Miral grabbed her discarded comm. badge while Naomi grabbed her books. And they both descended down the stairs to what awaits them at their school, or in Naomi's case, academy.
At that exact moment Icheb was in a completely opposite position. In bed….asleep. A small boy, giggling extremely quietly, crept into Icheb temporary bed room and bit his lip trying not the laugh at the fact that Icheb, big 'scary' Borg Icheb, was snoring. The boy was giddy that his parents sent him up to wake the man and grinned evilly as he found Icheb's mini federation flag on his desk and tip toed to Icheb. With the stick end of it he gently poked Icheb's Borg implant above his eye and then ducked, very quickly, behind the bed. The only think that could be heard was a snort from Icheb before he rolled over. The boy slowly stood back up and was about to poke him again but suddenly, a very awake Icheb, grabbed the boys arm and gently wrapped his other arm around his torso and pulled him onto the bed initiating a wrestling match between the two boys. But this match was easily won by Icheb who used his reflexes to his advantage and began tickling the small boy causing him to squeal out in joy.
A deep chuckle could be heard echoing through the room and both boys, man and child, looked up to the source. "Justin we told you to wake him not launch an attack." The little boy scrambled to his feet and ran to his father grinning.
"sorry papa! But he's awake see? Seeeeee papa!" Justin pointed to Icheb, as he bounced just slightly and his father looked up in amusement to see that Icheb very well was awake. His bed disheveled, the blankets tangled on the floor, and himself with a very funny looking bed head.
"Yes I see son. You did a good job, why don't you go downstairs and see what your mother made for your breakfast. I think I smelled strawberry pancakes." Justin gasped in glee and ran out of the room to see if his mother really had made his favorite breakfast. In his wake was shrinking echo of "mama mama mama!" Chakotay shook his head amused by his five year old son. He has no idea where he got his spirit from, but somewhere in him he knew it was what Seven use to be like. Chakotay looked back hat his young friend with a smile.
"I wish to thank you and Seven for allowing me to stay with your family for the summer. I apologize if I have been any of a burdens to your family." Icheb told him standing beside the bed already beginning to fix it from the mornings activities.
"nonsense Icheb, your always welcome here. Justin loves it when you come. Its going to be sad to watch you leave for the last time. With your talents and expertise you'll be requested to join a ship immediately after graduation." Icheb gave the elder man a quick smile as he finished the bed with perfection.
"be that as it may, I wish to repay you both for your hospitality. After my first term, I'll have my own home and will have your family over for dinner." Chakotay grinned at the proposition and nodded giving a rather manly pat on the back to Icheb as he lead him downstairs.
"I'm sure Seven and Justin would love that. Now come on have breakfast, you have to leave soon and Seven needs to leave in a moment to help a new student arrive to the right place." Icheb nodded and wondered silently to himself just who seven will be making the travel with. Pushing it from his mind Icheb and Chakotay arrived to a kitchen that was empty of Seven but there was food on the counter. They each grabbed a plate and sat at the table with Justin.
"hey where's your mom Justin? Did she leave already?" the little boy nodded savoring the piece of pancake in his mouth before swallowing to answer his father.
"Yup! She went to get the pretty blond lady and bring her to the school thingy that Icheb goes too!" Chakotay laughed softly at his innocent son and patted his head gently.
"How do you know she was a pretty blond lady?"
"Caussssssse papa! Mama left a picture of her!" The small child held up a picture that was strangely familiar to Icheb. He payed no mind to it, but he did think the girl was quite beautiful.
"Watch out with that train of thought Icheb. She's just starting. Couldn't be more then 17 years old." Icheb looked at the retired captain and raised a single eyebrow in questioning.
"Have you suddenly become telepathic sir?" Chakotay shook his head once again in amusement and lifted his son up making him squeal.
"You my little warrior need to come with me. I need to get you ready for school too." Chakotay gently and carefully threw his son up in the air and caught him before putting him over his shoulder.
"Papa!" the little boy screamed in delight making icheb laugh. He looked back down at the picture and looked at it questioningly.
"Who are you?" He asks himself quietly before finishing his breakfast and getting ready to leave.