Kathryn Janeway lay on her death bed pleased she tricked many into believing she made a full recovery in hopes to die alone. A penance she decided suited for herself, the one responsible for the crewmen of Starship Voyager who died in the Delta Quadrant far away from their families. Tears twinkled in her eyes as she asked the air "I fought out there. I fought out there to make sure our crew was as human as they could be. But was I the most inhuman of all?
Her breathes began to catch and shudder.
Suddenly. A cool hand brushed a strand of hair from her sweaty brow and clasped itself into her palm. She glances up to the former drone. "Your guilt is irrelevant. But it shows adequately how human you are." she said softly. Kathryn fought to say something when a movement behind the blonde caught her attention. Soon the small room was filled with the remaining survivors of the long lost starship. Tears slid down her cheeks as the ailing former captain shook her head. "No..you all need…you can't" she argued feebly. "Kathryn" the drone whispered. Their eyes met. "Resistance is futile." Their grip tightened as the emotion washed over the room, baptizing an endless love only known by the chosen few who first ventured into the Delta Quadrant.
"That night Kathryn Janeway died peacefully surrounded by the ones she loved. As the sun began to rise on the Indiana horizon Kathryn's medicine bundle was placed at the doorsteps of the Voyager memorial and an ancient irish lullaby was played across the comm lines of every quadrant of the galaxy.
Rest well sweet Kathryn of Earth they said, your voyage has come to an end.
