A/N: I just want to say thanks for looking at my story, I wrote this in about 25 minutes at 11:30 at night, if there is any advice you could give me it would be much appreciated and I hope you all enjoy this. Sorry if there are any mistakes as I am very tired.
Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek: Voyager or any of the characters. If I did, J/C would have been together the second Marks Letter arrived.
"Sitting under the Willow Tree"
7 years. It took my crew, my family, seven years or 2555 days to get back to the quadrant that we all call home, to the families that we missed so dearly. To make us feel whole again.
After 7 years of wishing to be where I am at this very moment, sitting under this tree, being at the place I grew up in as a child with my sister. So why do I feel like I don't belong. Like this isn't my family or my home. Home. I have always been told 'home is where the heart is'. Well my heart isn't here.
My heart is where it has been for the past 5 years, with my first officer, Commander Chakotay. Ever since we were stranded on the planet we christened 'New Earth' I have loved him. But Starfleet stood in the way of that with their silly protocol. What am I saying, I was scared of what would happen, of what I was feeling for him, I had never felt that way about anyone before and it frightened me to death.
And I was still engaged to Mark; at least I could hide behind that because that's all I ever did when it came to my feelings. I was always so afraid to get hurt; I never wanted to act on my feelings. I was always second guessing my decisions. I guess that's why it took so long for me to say yes to mark.
Will I ever feel like I belong anymore, like I have a home?
Probably not since I waited too long to act on my feelings like I always do. I guess I'm just destined to be alone forever.
