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Story Title: The Princess of the Voyage
Who: Kathryn Janeway, The Doctor, Harry Kim, Tom Paris, Sarina Alanson and Neelix
Where: Voyager, 10 million light years away from the nearest star class planet in the Delta Quadrant
Summary: Sarina Alanson is mysteriously aboard Voyager. But how did she end up here? Why are strange things happening to her? Is she really a fifteen-year-old girl or a spy with an unforgivable past? Is she really who she thinks she is?
Other: This is loosely based off Voyager, the series, and a lot of thoughts. I wanted to publish it to make you guys smile so it might be a bit rushed. I hope you enjoy it and I am welcome to comments. It might be quite a while for either of my stories to be concluded, so patience my friends, thanks!
-Awesomewriter21
Chapter 1
Her eyes flickered open as the easiness of sleep disappeared from her cloudy head. The Doctor's face and Captain Janeway's face peered down on her. She looked at them, the sudden rush of information stunning her for a minute. Captain Janeway was the one with the blonde hair and the bald one was the Doctor. Her eyes looked back and forth between the two, trying to process what she was seeing in front of her. The Captain had a sympathetic look on her face and her mouth was moving, but no audio was reaching her ears. Why couldn't she hear anything? She moved her head to look at the Doctor who was looking at the Captain, shaking his head, talking, more like mouthing, to her in a monotone manner. She could feel her pulse rise as they looked at her with a confused look on their faces. Suddenly, there was a sharp prick in her neck, and the darkness covered her vision and she drifted into a deep sleep.
Chapter 2
She came to with a loud rush of noise startling her. She looked to the right to see the Doctor speaking to the Captain who was looking at her curiously. The words from the Doctor faded in and out in different levels, but eventually it leveled, and she could hear everything in a steadily volume.
"She just regained her ability to hear so everything must be new to her and quite loud. Try to speak calmly to her in a quiet voice."
The Captain nodded her head, assuring the Doctor. She looked at the girl, gently speaking,
"I am Captain Kathryn Janeway of the United Federations. You are aboard a starship called the Voyager. Do you know who you are?"
She listened intently to her, panic settling into her as well as thoughts overwhelmed her. She took a deep breath and in a wobbly voice she trying to control the panic, she asked the Captain, her eyes darting over her face looking for familiarity and comfort,
"Who am I? How old am I? What's my name? How did I get here?"
The Captain reached her hand out, touching my shoulder, an assuring gesture to say the least, but I felt the panic start to reach my throat as she looked at the Doctor and back at me, sympathy in her eyes. She took a deep breath and I could feel her racking her brain for the answers.
"Your name is Sarina Alanson, you are fifteen and we found you here in sick bay at 0900 hours yesterday. Since then, we have been scanning and searching for questions on how you appeared here."
She took a breath and continued on,
"The nearest star class planet is 10 million light years away and we are studying you to see if you are around from there.''
The news rang in my ears and I knew it was all true, the information fitting into my head like a piece of a puzzle piece, but sub-consciously I had no idea what happened to me. I looked at the Captain and sat up, making my head pang with sudden rush of blood in my head. I squeezed my eyes shut as to block the throbbing pain in my head to stop the new forming ache in my fuzzy head from forming. I opened my eyes slowly, blinking at the new colors and light flashing before my senses. I brought my legs into a criss- cross shape and leaned forward, putting my elbows on my knees, catching my head. Janeway moved closer to me and I could feel her eyes boring onto me.
"Are you okay?" She tenderly asked me, a sense of panic in her voice as she looked at the Doctor for reassurance after I sat quiet for a few moments, unresponsive.
The Doctor walked up to her, and quietly whispered to her as to not let me hear,
"She has just learned who she is, I think I would be startled to be here. Give her some time to think it over and accept it."
Accept it? I thought, I knew exactly why I was here and who I was, but I had no idea how I got here, and my head was spinning trying to understand it.
Chapter 3
As I squeezed my eyes shut, trying to block out the new sound of noise, a sudden picture of me sitting exactly where I was flashed in my head as if I was a person in the corner looking at myself on the bio bed. I gasped as I looked up and saw everything through Captain Janeway's eyes. I swiveled my head to the Doctor, pain throbbing through my head as my vision shifted to him. I knew I had to figure out why I was here on this starship and what was happening to me. I was getting concerning glances from the Doctor and the Captain, so I decided to play everything out. I took a deep breath and addressed the Doctor, my eyes searching everywhere on his face but his eyes,
"Hey, Doc, can I go now? I feel I lot better knowing who I am and all." I said, lying through my teeth.
My slight spin on my accent made him raise his eyebrows, but he was taking what I said into consideration. He looked at the Captain and she gave him a concerned and gentle look, persuading the Doctor in one look. He sighed and said, grumbling slightly,
"You can go walk the ship, but you have to report back to sickbay if you feel anything at all." He said, looking me in my eyes.
I faked a smile and hopped down from the bed and practically ran out the door before they could change their minds. I knew they could see what was wrong with me when I started to panic so I had to make it up and seem nonchalant at being here. The pain of hiding my accent and my race was starting to affect me, both physically and emotionally. And I knew it was only a matter of time before they found out who I was, but first I had to find out how I got here and what was going on with me.
Chapter 4
As I stepped outside of sick bay, I knew something didn't feel right. My clothes that I remembered last wearing; my denim jeans, my zephyr gray and navy short cut shirt, my mismatched socks and black converse were gone. Instead I was in the standard uniform for strange teens my age. The tight one piece polyester light brown and red piece framed my hips and curve of my body towards my top and I was having to say, I didn't like it. My stomach turned sour and I wondered if this was a symptom I should report. I decided it was only nerves and started to walk forward down the hall somewhere. I got looks from multiple men eyeing my odd clothing and the weird shapes on it and my stomach lurched again, threatening to toss my nerves up in physical form. My abdomen throbbed a bit and I knew somewhere in my brain another piece of the puzzle clicked. Not knowing where I was headed I decided to enter into the nearest room, which unfortunately for me, was the mess hall.
Chapter 5
Janeway sighed a troubled sigh, a very common thing from her. The Doctor looked at her from behind, sensing her trouble about Sarina as she slumped forward, staring a hole in the floor. He went up to her and put a hand on her shoulder, startling her. She whipped her head around with surprise and gave the Doctor a thanking gesture in her face. She faced back towards the door with another thought growing on her mind. She was worried about how Sarina would fit in, but she was most worried about what very little Sarina knew about herself. She was eager to escape from the hands of the Doctor and her and she knew they could be the only two she would draw comfort and support from later. She was like a wild animal, scared at first in the trap she was in, but eventually she would come crawling back to them when she was released. It was only a matter of time before she did.
Chapter 6
My hair was in a bun that folded itself in on the back of my head and my highlights were stripped around my head. The chic black shoes on my feet reminded me of my marching band shoes I use to wear back at home on Earth. As I walked in the mess hall it was like everything stopped and everyone stared at me. I looked over to my left as a man, Tom Paris, looked me over as he reached for his tomato soup. He looked over at his friend, yes, Harry Kim, with his eyebrows shot high up on his face and a smirk on his face. I knew this meant trouble, so I started to walk towards someone I knew better, the Talaxian cook, Neelix. He walked over with a smile on his face and something in his eyes made me seem like he knew me or at least recognized me. He greeted me and steered me over to a seat near the window overlooking the Cosmos. I was alone and nobody wanted to sit next to this strange girl with no boobs. I looked down at my food that Neelix slid under my nose while I was lost in space, homemade pancakes and orange juice with fruit of weird color and shape. I had lost sense of time and I couldn't tell if I was tired or fatigued from everything that happened, but stomach physically backed away from it at the thought of myself and I slid away the pancakes. I looked at the other people seated around me, whispering into their hands and hiding their faces in their coffee mugs, avoiding eye contact. I knew that there was rumors about my arrival and a new teen wasn't going to fix their problems. I looked back at my food, willing myself to eat and get energy and nutrients before I passed out, looking weak in front of the Doctor, again. The fruit intrigued me, so I picked up my fork and was about to stab it when a familiar voice from behind me said,
"The texture of the Ailis Pâté leaves quite a nasty after taste, I had to find out the hard way."
Chapter 7
I looked behind me to see Captain Janeway, her hands on her black uniform above her hips with a quite smile on her lips and a sparkle in her eye. She melted away from her stance as she saw my questioning look and slid into the seat across of me, blocking my view from the stars. A nebula in the background haloed her auburn hair in a bun and I felt a sudden pang of the loss of a womanly person in my life. She reminded me of a teacher I once knew, Mrs. Adams, causing a million thoughts to start to spin around in my head. Before she appeared, I was trying to piece everything together alone, but I knew she would appear here soon enough. I guess the curiosity got the best about her about me and why I ran off so fast and I deducted she probably wanted to see if I knew more about myself then she did. I looked her over and she her face was full of curiosity, and I knew she came to talk, so I started with an odd sentence, barely whispering it to her,
''There's coffee in that Nebula.'' I said. Janeway gasped and looked up at me, her fingers around her steel coffee cup turning white. I hid my smile, getting the reaction I wanted, and I looked at her as she said,
''What did you say?'' to me, questioning me and looking at me suspiciously or in awe, I couldn't tell. I jerked my chin up at the nebula behind her and said it again. She swallowed her surprise and I could feel eyes on the back of my head. I turned my head around to see Paris and Kim, looking at me odd, having overheard what I said. I turned my head back and something in my heart lurched. I knew I had unsettled her and I was just a freak not knowing who I was, blustering out random things. Tears welded up in my eyes and Janeway turned into a watery portrait. She reached her hand out, forgetting what I said, and placed it atop mine. I could feel the warmth from it, but I pulled my hand out from underneath hers, something in my stomach panging with coldness and unforgiving. I looked back at her, and her eyes made me believe that I needed to tell her whatever what was on my mind. Yes, Neelix was supposed to be the ''moral'' officer, but sometimes women can have a weird effect on younger girls, and this time I knew I couldn't mask the truth, so I gave in. I took a deep breath, and looked at her for guidance, and she gave me a reassuring nod, so I decided to start from the top.
Chapter 8
