Disclaimer: As much as I would like to own the characters and Voyager, I'm broke, and don't.

A/N: This is not only my first Voyager fic, but my first sickfic, AND my first fic centered around a parent/child relationship.

It was a dull shift. Janeway looked around, taking in her crew. She paused for a moment on Ensign Harry Kim. He looked zoned out. Kathryn smiled slightly. The shift changed, and they all left the bridge. Kathryn stopped Harry on the way out, "Bored, Ensign?"

Harry looked up, startled, "Captain?"

Janeway smiled warmly, "You didn't seem all there, Harry."

Harry relaxed, "Just a little tired, Captain."

She nodded, "Get some rest Ensign; I foresee another exciting shift like that tomorrow."

Harry smiled, "Yes, Captain." They headed for their respective quarters. Harry sagged the moment he got in the door. In truth, he was exhausted, and had a headache. He swiftly changed into his pyjamas and hopped into bed, setting his alarm for the next morning.

Harry woke with a start to his alarm. He sighed, he felt worse than the night before. He coughed to clear his scratchy throat, and sniffled experimentally a few times. Groaning, he dragged himself to the washroom and got ready for his shift.

Harry stood at the operations station, waiting for his shift to end, though it just began. He sniffled quietly. Kathryn turned to look at him. Harry did nothing, pretending nothing happened. She bought it, and turned back.

Then, much to Harry's dismay, his nose began to tickle. He twitched his nose around, hoping to quell the tickle. The tickle left. Harry relaxed slightly.

The end of Harry's shift, he hurried to a deserted corridor. He breathed in sharply, and "Hitshoo! Tchoo! *Sniffle* Ah-Ah-Ahttcchoo!" He groaned and headed for his quarters.

Harry sniffled pitifully the entire way to his quarter. When he got there he headed for the replicator. "Dissues" He said.

The computer beeped. "Not recognized."

Harry groaned, sniffed hard, and repeated slowly, "Tissues." A box appeared before him. He grabbed one and blew his nose harshly. Harry put his pyjamas on and curled up on his couch wrapped in a blanket. He coughed harshly, tearing at his raw throat. He sniffled and fell asleep right after setting his alarm.

"Hetchesh! Hatachoo! Choo! Hetchoo! Chesh!" Harry blew his nose right before he headed for the bridge. Hopefully he could make it through his shift, and then he'd go see the Doctor.

Harry stood at his station. It was a quiet day, a blessing for Harry, who had been feeling progressively worse all day. To make it worse, he had been fighting the itch in his nose and throat for several minutes. So far, though, he'd been winning and no one had noticed. He thought that he had won, until, "Atckeshoo!" He sneezed into the crook of his arm.

Kathryn's head shot around, "Harry?"

He smiled back at her, "Sorry Captain." He said sheepishly. She looked him over critically. She reluctantly turned back to the front.

After Harry's shift he headed for sickbay. He looked both ways down the corridor before coughing wetly. He sniffled, the sniffle tickling his nose, and prompting, "Hetchoo! Atchooo! Heskcooo!" He groaned and sniffled experimentally. When it prompted no sneezes, Harry continued.

The doors slid open to sickbay. "Doc?" Harry asked wearily, walking in.

The Doctor looked at him quickly, "Not now, Mr Kim! I have more important matters now."

Harry nodded and left. He headed for his quarters, when Tom Paris approached him with a big grin, "Ready, Buster?" Harry groaned inwardly. He had forgotten all about their Captain Proton simulation today.

"Not really, Tom. I'm really tired." Harry said. It wasn't a complete lie, he was exhausted.

Tom stepped forward and looked his friend over. "Hey, you ok? You look terrible."

Harry nodded, "Fine, just really tired. Haven't slept well." Tom nodded slowly and walked Harry to his quarters. "I'm sorry about the holodeck, Tom."

Tom shook his head, "Think nothing of it, Harry. Get some rest, you do look awful." With that, Tom headed off.

As the doors closed behind Harry he doubled over, coughing. After a moment, he righted himself and sniffled. He swiftly put his pyjamas on and curled back up in his spot on his couch. He glanced around himself. The floor and couch were littered with used tissues. He groaned, but made no move to clean them up. Instead he pulled out another. "Hechoo! Hetooo! Achoo! Ah-ah-ah-Ah-AH" Harry waited for the big sneeze, but it didn't come. He relaxed, and "CHOOOOO!" Harry groaned, blew his nose, and tossed the tissue to the pile on the floor.

Harry shivered and grabbed another blanket. Wrapping it around himself, he fell asleep. He woke up several times throughout the night, coughing, sneezing, or just because his nose was clogged. His alarm went off. Harry sat up. "Hetchoo! Achoo! Tchoo! Ehchoo! Eitchoo! Atishoo! Choo!" Harry groaned, and blew his nose, or tried to. He groaned, and settled for wiping it.

Harry dragged himself to the bathroom. Harry took his reflection in. He was pale, with red in his cheeks, his nose was a raw red and running, and his eyes were bloodshot. He cleaned himself up as best he could, and headed for the bridge.

Harry subtly wiped his nose on his sleeve for the eleventh time. He was starting to feel a little dizzy. When was the last time he had eaten? His thoughts were interrupted when he heard, "HARRY!"

He looked up, "Yes Captain?" He forced his words to be clear.

"My ready room," She headed there. Harry nodded and followed.

Kathryn gestured to a seat, and sat down herself. Harry sat, gratefully. "Ensign," She started in a threatening tone, then, looking him over, her expression softened, "Harry, you're ill."

Harry nodded pitifully, not bothering to hide it. He sniffled.

Kathryn sighed, "Well, I was about to chew you out for slacking off."

Harry's eyes widened. "I'b Histchoo! Saw-ey Tchoo! Capdan! Hichoo! Choo! Ehchoo! Echechoo!"

Kathryn held a tissue box towards him. He gratefully took one and blew his nose wetly. Kathryn winced. "How long have you been ill, Harry?"

"Uh, Fou Daees," He sniffled hard, "Four days."

Kathryn's eyes widened, "Harry! You've been ill that long and haven't seen the Doctor?"

"I did, or rather I tried too," He said congestedly, "He thew me oud."

The captain looked confused. "He threw you out?!" Harry nodded, coughing harshly. He swayed.

Kathryn was out of her seat and beside him in a blink. "Harry? What's wrong?"

"Dizzy," Harry whispered. Kathryn helped him out of his chair, and over to her couch. She helped him lay down. She laid the back of her hand on his forehead and gasped. "Harry! You're burning up." She listened to him breathe, "And your lungs sound congested. You need the Doctor."

Harry shook his head vehemently, "Doe! Hitchoo! Ashoo! Atchoo! Ehchchooo!"

Kathryn looked worried. "Very well, Harry. I'll abide by your wishes, for now. Come on, I'll help you to your quarters."

Harry relaxed and let her help him up. He insisted on walking across the bridge unassisted. Kathryn let him retain his dignity. As soon as the turbolift doors closed, he sagged. Kathryn caught him. She made a mental note to make sure he was eating; he didn't weigh enough for a man of almost 6 feet.

Kathryn helped him into his quarters. She debated for a moment about pyjamas. She settled on handing him a pair and turning around. A moment later she helped him to his bed. Maternal instincts took over as she tucked him in. She thought about what she could do now. Kathryn sighed as she realized she couldn't leave Harry now. She headed for his living room.

She winced seeing the sheer number of used tissues. Harry really was miserable, she thought. She grabbed a trash can and threw them all away. She then washed her hands. Sitting down on a chair, she looked around. Harry's quarters were very neat, with many pictures.

Kathryn paused, thinking she heard something. She bolted for Harry's room. She found him in a shaking ball on his bed, with tears streaming down his cheeks. He was mumbling incoherently in a very innocent, almost child-like voice. Kathryn wrapped her arms around him, and he tensed. He relaxed when she started murmuring comfort to him. Kathryn was disturbed to find Harry's shirt drenched in a cold sweat.

Harry fell back asleep, and Kathryn headed for the living room once more. Retaking her place in the chair, she drifted in and out of sleep. She awoke to the sound of retching. She hurried to the bathroom to find Harry hunched over the toilet. She crouched next to him and gently rubbed circles in his back. He relaxed slightly.

Kathryn helped him back to his bed, and tucked him in once more. She laid her hand on his forehead. She relaxed slightly, while it was still quite warm, it was cooler than before. She heard a soft intake of breath, then, "Hetcchoo! Cheww! Ehehcitchoo! Ah-ah-AHCHOO!" Harry then sniffled pitifully and snuggled deeper into his covers. Kathryn smiled maternally. He looks like a child, she thought with a soft smile. She brushed a strand of hair from his eyes, and head back for her chair.

Kathryn decided to take up vigil at Harry's bedside, and moved her chair there. "Hitehchoo! Ehschoo! Ehehchoo! Choo!" Kathryn laid her hand on Harry's arm. Harry's eyelids fluttered closed and he went stock still.

Kathryn panicked. "Harry!? Harry!" Harry did not respond. "No! HARRY!" Tears streamed unchecked down her cheeks. "No," She whimpered.

A/N: Ok, I have more of this written, but I'd like some feedback on this first. Should I leave it as is, post the next part, or forget it altogether and leave this fandom?