The beginning will be the end of all things.
Chapter 10.
The USS Voyager.
Harry Kim sat in his chair and stared at his old friends with a look of deep confusion across his young features "what do you mean have I noticed anything unusual?"
Tom let out a heavy sigh and hung his head, explaining for what felt to him to be at least the hundredth time "Harry, it's Kathryn, she's gone missing, we are trying to find her."
"What do you mean?" the naive Starfleet Commander asked straightening his red and black uniform jacket with sense of importance.
"Somebody snatched her from the flyer just as we reached Earth's orbit, we don't think it was the Trade." B'Elanna confirmed feel exasperated with the situation.
"I don't know much about the Trade but what makes you think it wasn't them?" Harry asked them feeling slightly worried, any mention of the Trade was a no go as for as he and his straight-laced ways were concerned.
"Chakotay is convinced the Trade were surprised to see Kathryn wasn't with us when we landed." Tom told him awkwardly for he had sensed his old friends nerves.
"But your not convinced?" Harry asked, feeling he was on dangerous ground.
Tom shook his head saying "I don't know what to think, can you help us or not?"
"Without alerting the captain?" Harry said slowly feeling this was dangerous and confusing, too much for him.
"Come on Commander, for Kathryn." Growled B'Elanna.
Harry thought for a long silent moment and then slowly nodded, though he felt he would regret it sometime later "I'll conduct the scan and give you the data, after that your own your own."
"Tanks a lot." Hissed B'Elanna not at all hiding her sarcasm and annoyance.
"Come on B'Elanna I am still Starfleet, I want to keep my career." Insisted Harry as he stood to meet his friend who was now stood up.
B'Elanna stared at him angrily leaving nobody in doubt the half-klingon was annoyed. Tom stood to join his wife and old friend, quickly he put a hand on his wife's shoulder saying "Lay off him Lanna, it's what Kathryn wanted, all her crew to pursue what ever path they wished." As he guided his wife to leave their old friend he said, "Seriously, thanks Harry."
"Tom" Harry called after him.
"Yea?"
"It's good to see you again." Harry told him.
"You too Harry." Tom nodded before he and his wife were gone into the night.
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"I know nothing of a storage device." The cold and steady voice of the former Borg drone announced.
"I think you do." Mike Ayala told her as he stood the other side of the force field looking in at where the prisoner stood in all her slender beauty and younger distinct features.
Seven of Nine raised a silver eyebrow as she looked down at the shorter man and asked, "who sent you to find this device?"
"Maybe it is me who wants it." Mike told her stiffly, he knew it was a long shot she would believe him but couldn't help thinking it was worth a try.
"It was Kathryn Janeway who sent you here." Seven told him directly and matter of fact.
"What makes you so sure of that?" Mike asked her as he unblinkingly stared at Seven's deep blue eyes that reminded him so much of Kathryn's.
"The information that device holds is pivotal to her healing." The half-Borg told him unashamedly.
Mike's lips curved into a crooked smile as he folded his arms and told her "So you do know what device I am talking about."
Again with the raising of her silver eyebrow the straight backed and tall Borg asked, "do you know what information it holds?"
Mike who had no idea what information the device holds was taken aback for a second before shaking his head and saying "I trust Chakotay."
"Trust is irrelevant." Seven snapped back at him.
"But the contents of this device is?" Mike asked her, his chest pounding, had he got himself involved in more than he had bargained for?
"To those who care for Kathryn Janeway, yes." Seven told him in her monotone voice and then asked him a question that made him think of something he had never thought of thinking of at all "What do you know of Ms. Janeway's past?"
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"Where is she?" Shrieked Phoebe Janeway, her arms flying everywhere, her eyes blazing and tears streaming down her face.
"Phoebe darling calm down" Owen Paris begged as he tried to grab hold of the now hysterical young woman while shooting a disgusted look at their uninvited guest.
"Owen I can't" shrieked Kathryn's little sister.
Owen turned calmly to face his unannounced guest at his home as he said stiffly "we trusted you Chakotay, seven months you have been gone and seven months we have taken care of your children, and you return without Katie."
Chakotay grinded his teeth, Owens words had angered him but he would not let his anger show in front of Kathryn's upset little sister. "I intend to get her back, but I need your help," insisted Chakotay as he met Owens eyes. Then slowly he turned to Phoebe saying "both of you."
"This had better be good." She yelled at him but flopped down in her chair to listen almost as though she had winded all the fighting energy out of herself.
"What has this go to do with?" Owen asked though he dreaded the answer and was already sure he knew it, this day was coming, only a matter of time.
"Owen your already messed up in this so don't play the innocent." Growled an angry Chakotay in a low under tone.
"I know what you are getting at, and you just wait a minute." Snapped Owen stepping between Chakotay and Phoebe not wanting the young woman to what he had done to her sister many years ago.
Phoebe looked from Owen to Chakotay, confusion and fear was beginning to mount in her as she asked slowly "Owen?"
"You sent her in there, did you know then of Zife's plan?" Chakotay asked stiffly not breaking eye contact with Owen Paris and completely ignoring to confused expressions of Kathryn's little sister.
"What is he talking about?" Phoebe asked almost horrified as she looked from Chakotay to Owen. Like her older sister she respected Owen as a surrogate father.
Owen and Chakotay did not break eye contact and once more Chakotay growled through bared teeth "Did you know Owen?"
"Did he know what?" shrieked Phoebe who was by now feeling very confused and hysterical with the situation.
Without breaking eye contact with the broad Native American before him Owen waved his hand in the direction of the younger woman and hissed "Phoebe please."
"Tell her," snapped Chakotay "tell her how you sent Kathryn into a trap."
Owen stepped close to Chakotay and whispered in his ear "no matter what you may think of me, please don't tarnish Edwards memory for his girls." Then stepping back with a slight grin on his face he said, "Kathryn wouldn't want you to do that." And as Owen predicted, that got Chakotay's attention.
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"Now I assume you don't like Zife much?" the kind male asked.
"I don't know him" Kathryn replied simply, tilting her head a little in the direction of the voice. Kathryn had been held for several days, she had been given clothes and a more comfortable environment but had been blindfolded every time somebody came to talk to her. All she had seen was the tiny room she was held captive in, not enough to determine where she was or who her captors were.
"But you have met?" the man pressed on with his questioning.
"Our paths have crossed, yes" she replied taking note that the man kept his distance, this time at least.
"He was responsible for that disgusting scar on you neck?" came the next question in almost a gentle whisper.
"Not Zife personally, no" she told him with a hint of a sly tone to her voice.
With a slight laugh the man corrected himself "but he did employ the person who gave it to you?"
"It is my understanding they were a member of the Trade." Kathryn told him stiffly "who the Trade's boss is, well your guess is as good as mine."
"Playing it safe? I can do that." The man told her but Kathryn didn't miss the slight hint of annoyance in his voice.
"Indeed" was all Kathryn replied with raising her eyebrows above the blackening blindfold as she did which only anger the man further.
"What do you want on Earth Ms Janeway?" he snapped getting straight to the point of his line of questioning.
"Earth? It's my home planet, my husband's children are here, as well my sister and most of my friends." As all Kathryn supplied, which was of course information he all ready knew.
"Your husbands children? Not your children?" the male asked trying to entice her into anger.
"No, their mother is Chakotay's previous wife Seven of Nine." She stated coolly with an unwavering husky voice.
"The Borg drone currently in Federation custody for the attempted murder of yourself." The man told her and then in a deep and questioning voice simply said "Mike Ayala?"
"What about him?" she asked slightly unsure where the sudden change in questioning had come from.
"You know him?" the man said, leaving Kathryn slightly unsure if it was meant as a statement or a question.
Playing it safe she nodded and told him "he was a lieutenant on Voyager."
"One of several maquis crew members to serve under you on Voyager." The man told her, which of course she already knew.
"Indeed." Came her reply, Kathryn was still unsure where this was heading and knew she had to play it safe before she got anybody into trouble.
"Is Mr Ayala close to Seven of Nine?" she was asked stiffly.
"I don't keep checks on the friendships of my crew" Kathryn retorted.
"Apparently not, otherwise you would have known your husband was having an affair with your chief Borg." Retorted a clearly infuriated questioner.
"What has that got to do with Mike?" Kathryn asked coolly.
"Well it seems a little odd, after all this time Mike Ayala pay's Seven of Nine a visit in prison." He told her coldly "the exact same day you and your little convoy return to Earth with a stolen Delta Flyer." Kathryn decided it was best at this point to keep her mouth shut as he continued "an hour later Seven of Nine disappears, along with half of Voyagers previous crew, Owen Paris, your younger sister Phoebe Janeway and Chakotay's children"
"Disappeared?" she asked coolly trying to understand if he meant they had been taken by the trade of where in hiding.
"You know where they have taken it." He hissed and was physically in front of her with in seconds.
Kathryn was at this point completely lost, "it?" she asked in true confusion.
"Yes Janeway, Voyager" he growled at her.
"Voyager? As in –" she began as she was at this point confused about exactly what Chakotay was planning to do with a rusty old museum piece.
"The USS Voyager, snatched right from the museum" the man interrupted her confirming her confused fears.
"Oh!" was all Kathryn gasped; she really was at a loss as to what the plan was now.
So here was the next chapter, but to be honest I am not sure I want to continue, the amount of negative and disheartening reviews and PM's I am having over this makes me think there is little point continuing. I had an idea in my head, part of that idea is the reader wouldn't know all of what was going on at the start but it will unravel as the story progress's. I have been having negative PM's about this and so I am not sure I want to continue, I don't know how to write the story idea I have any other way, and there is no point writing if the readers don't like the way I write the story.