AN: Heck knows why I came up with this. Anyway, enjoy!
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"Commander Jones." Admiral Janeway's voice boomed from the other side of the grounds. The Commander jumped and stood to attention. The last time he had come into contact with Admiral Janeway he ended up insulting her and nearly being demoted. "At ease, Commander. I'm here this time with good news."
"Thank goodness. You nearly gave me a heart attack. What can I do for you, ma'am?"
"I am here as a representative of Starfleet Command. Do you remember the Nova-class starship we were designing together? The... USS Journeyman I believe?"
"Yes ma'am. The time when..."
"You accidentally insulted my ability as a starship captain and mentioned that... *ahem*, 'a weasel in a tutu could have navigated the quadrant faster.'"
Commander Jones chuckled nervously. "I think it may have been along those lines..." he replied, voice shaking slightly.
"Commander, as most of my old crew will tell you, my seriousness is not as thick a shield as most Starfleet Admiral's. You needn't worry."
"My apologies ma'am. I tend to get a little nervous around my superiors."
"Well, on the mission I have here for you, you won't need to worry about your superiors." She said, smiling, and she handed the Commander a PADD.
"Ma'am?"
Janeway took a small golden box from her pocket. "Commander
Alexander John Jones, on behalf of Starfleet Command you are hereby
promoted to the rank of Captain. You are presented with all the
responsibilities and privileges that come with your given rank."
She smiled and opened the box, in which contained the rank pip that
showed Jones as a Starfleet Captain. His eyes stuck open in
astonishment, the Admiral attached the pip to his collar. "Now, all
that's left is to find you a weasel with a tutu." The comment
caught him off guard, as his head was still spinning. In his seven
years in Starfleet, he never once considered that he would ever be
promoted to Captain. He was a scientist, often experimenting with
unorthodox theories. He thought it a wonder that he survived as long
as he did in Starfleet at all.
"Are you sure you have the right
man, ma'am?" Janeway chuckled. She knew he would be reluctant and
scared at first.
"I'm absolutely sure that you're the right man. And you're command; the very USS Journeyman we designed together." A smile spread across the new Captain's face; he had designed the Journeyman to something he would be happy to serve in. He hand-drew the room designs for eight of the fourteen decks; designed an impressive EMH system using Voyager's as a base, and created an enhanced warp drive so powerful it could almost safely break the Warp 10 barrier. "That seems to make you fairly happy. Oh, and they've approved your uniform design exclusively for the Journeyman."
"Really? Wow, I really didn't expect that. I thought some of the other Admirals deemed the designs as 'impractical for starship use'."
"Well, we thought that due to your outstanding development and assistance on the Journeyman, it seemed a fitting reward. They did have to make some slight adjustments though, just to incorporate certain situations."
"You know, I don't think that even matters, I feel top of the quadrant right now." He smiled, a smile that stretched almost from ear to ear with glee. "Thank you, Admiral. I'll head home now, I need to collect my pet weasel. I need to... custom design the tutu to Starfleet specifications." They shared a laugh together, and left the grounds, both in very high hopes of the times to come.