Disclaimer- I do not own Startrek Voyager, and in no way do I profit from this.
This is the story about Shannon Rose and her journey to self discovery and finding her family.
Authors Note: I am new to fanfiction writing and this is my first ever published story, so please be kind
criticism it okay but please not flames!! Also I don't have a yet beta , so please forgive any spelling or grammar mistakes, hey I'm not perfect! I am in the process of getting a beta thanks to the offers!
***P.S- if I get some reviews and people like it I will write more.
Thanks to the people who added me to there story alert, that made my day!!
Thanks to the two people who left me review I really appreciate it, and it made my week!!
**Also I think next chapter maybe in Gretchen Janeway's POV, Let me know what you think. Don't worry I will put Kathryn Janeway in I am just leading up to that!
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Chapter 2- Seeing the Janeways
The moment I looked at Captain Kathryn Elizabeth Janeway's profile I felt this connection to her. That was what freaked me out the most, sure I read about adopted children meeting their birth parents and having a connection. It would be weird not to right, this woman carried me inside her for nine months. But is it possible to just see a picture of someone and fell a connection, or am I just imagining this feeling?
Two days later I was at the same Cafe with my friend Annie and I heard these voices from the booth behind us I wasn't really paying attention to them but I overheard them talking about voyager and someone named Kathryn. Of course Annie having this superhuman hearing ability ( or maybe it was part of her genetically engineering? heard everything. She then turned around and looked at the women, when she turned around her eyes were practically bugging out of her head.
I got up and walked out, I don't know why but I was scared of them, of being one of them? Maybe because for the past several years I was told that my mother didn't want me and I pictured her as some bum or young teen who didn't love me. I never thought about ht e possibility that my mother was somebody,that she is smart and pretty, and that I have a family. It was all too much, finding them after I thought that I would be alone the rest of my life. As I was walking done the crowded streets of paris all of these morbid thoughts came flying in to my head at warp speed. What if they don;t want to know me or do they even know that I exist? Would they even believe me? What would I even tell them? Do I just walk up to them and say "Hi I am an orphan girl and I saw a picture of your famous daughter, you know the one who was on the ship voyager and I think I am her daughter that she may have given up for adoption years ago." Then they would most likely call starfleet security and I would spend the rest of my life in New Zealand! Then of course there is the fact that she was just declared dead, how do you tell someone your maybe there dead daughters child she gave up?
