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A/N: Sorry it took so long for an update, life got in the way. Darn those exams!! Thanks for reading and I know this is short so I posted another chapter so please no reviews yelling at me for that!
* But I would appreciate some reviews telling me what you would like to see happen! Thanks so much and enjoy.
Chapter 11
It was a Sunday afternoon in the Janeway home. Gretchen, Phoebe, and Shannon were having lunch and talking about Shannon's recent acceptance to Starfleet. Earlier that morning, Shannon had told her grandmother and aunt of the letter she received from Starfleet of her early admittance. Needless to say they were a little upset.
"I know you and Phoebe don't want me to go, but I want to do this. It's Starfleet Medical, the best medical school in the federation, and I was accepted early. They hardly ever accept anyone under the age of eighteen." She looked at Gretchen with a pleading look in her eyes
"I know you want to do this, I just think you need to think about this. We all need to think about this"
"Think about this? I can't believe you guys are even considering this. Starfleet took Daddy, Justin, and even Katie," Phoebe cried out, slamming her hand down on the table. Shannon flinched
"I need to do this. Grandma, even you said Starfleet is in our blood. It's who I am. My parents were Starfleet. I know I didn't know them, but I have to do this. It's what I'm suppose to do. I know it." Shannon said, looking between Phoebe and Gretchen.
"Alright, just think it over for a couple days before you give them your final answer. Maybe you should look into some other schools first. Just to be sure." Gretchen said.
Phoebe opened her mouth to say something, but was interrupted by the doorbell.
Shannon looked at Gretchen. No one ever came on Sundays without calling first. Gretchen gave Phoebe her we'll-finish-this-later look, and got up to answer the door.
On the other side of the door were Admiral Paris and his wife, Elizabeth. As soon as Gretchen opened the door, Elizabeth launched herself into Gretchen's arms.
"They're alive, Gretchen. They're alive!" she cried, hugging her childhood friend. When she finally pulled back, Gretchen looked at the them with wide eyes.
Owen just nodded
"How? Where are they?" She motioned for them to come in.
"Why don't we sit down? Are Phoebe and Shannon in?" Admiral Owen Paris asked. Gretchen nodded
"Why don't you sit in the front room, and I'll go get them" She walked into the dining room
Phoebe looked up from her plate and saw Gretchen.
"Mom, what happened?" Phoebe said, seeing the tears in her mother's eyes.
"They're alive. Owen and Lizzy are here in the front room," She said, walking into the hall again.
Shannon looked at Phoebe with wide eyes. Phoebe pushed her chair back and followed Gretchen, calling for Shannon to hurry up as she left.
A minute later, Shannon walked into the room to see her aunt and grandmother embracing.
Admiral Paris explained about the EMH, only telling them he was transported from some alien technology, and saying the rest was classified.
Shannon was curious and expected Gretchen and Phoebe to be too, but they made no argument about the classified statement. Gretchen, Phoebe, and the Parises jumped for joy at knowing their family was alive.
Shannon was dwelling on the fact that her mom was alive, but she might not see her for 60 years -if she ever would. She'd be seventy-five-years-old, and her mother would be around 102.
Admiral Paris told them to draft a short letter to her, since they were going to allow each crew member two letters.
Gretchen and Phoebe decided to allow Mark a letter, and that they would send a family letter to her. They all sat at the table and, half an hour later, were writing the letter.
Gretchen wrote that they were all fine, and told Kathryn about finding Shannon and that she was living with them. That was all they could tell her in the small amount of space they were given.
