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Author's Note: I found these stored away, handwritten in a notebook from when I had just finished re-watching Voyager. They are a few of my favorite scenes from the show between the Captain and members of her crew, written from the character's perspectives. No plagiarism is intended; I just wanted to share my snippets and let you enjoy them if you want to! I'll post whenever I get time to type one up. Thank you, and please review!

A Captain's Heart

From "Dark Frontier"

Kathryn

"Computer, run a trans-spectral analysis on all subspace fluctuations."

The captain picked up her coffee mug and took a sip as she ran possibilities past her computer. The dark liquid had gone lukewarm an hour ago, but she didn't want to stop her work long enough to recycle it and get another cup.

She felt Seven's absence keenly. Why had the young woman stayed on the cube? After forging their unique friendship together, after having their discussion on the Dauntless months ago, why had Seven chosen to leave?

It pained her to see the empty cargo bay, feeling the ever-increasing pressure to dismantle the alcove and box up Seven's belongings. She couldn't do it. She couldn't accept it. Not yet. Not while there was a chance that Seven could come back.

Just then, there was a beep at her door. "Yes?" she answered.

Tuvok walked into the doorway, and in his typical Vulcan monotone, he said, "A member of the crew has requested an appointment with the captain. I informed her that you were occupied, but she was insistent."

She didn't have time for any more problems right now. "Whatever it is, I'm sure Commander Chakotay can handle it…" she began dismissively, but as she glanced up, the sight of Naomi Wildman peeking anxiously out from behind Tuvok caught her full attention. Her demeanor softened considerably, and she met Tuvok's eye knowingly. She set down her mug and backtracked, "Request granted. Send her in."

Tuvok stepped dutifully aside, and Naomi entered the ready-room with a smile. "Permission to submit a proposal for your review," she announced in her most professional voice.

"Proposal?" Janeway encouraged. She couldn't help but feel the way Naomi's presence lifted the atmosphere of the room.

"It's a rescue operation for Seven of Nine."

The captain accepted the PADD and scanned through it. "You created this all by yourself?" she asked admiringly.

Naomi replied happily, "Yes, ma'am. You see, if we change our long-range sensors to Seven's cortical implant frequency, maybe we can find her."

Janeway didn't want to dishearten the girl, so she proceeded carefully, saying, "The Delta Quadrant is a very big place, and Seven could be thousands of light-years from here." She observed Naomi's expression as her own heart sank with the prospect of Seven being too far out of reach to even be rescued. And worse yet, what if Seven doesn't want to be rescued?

Fortunately, Naomi looked very serious and thoughtful instead of tearful. "What if we…boosted our sensor range with…" she paused and then brightened excitedly, "power from the main deflector!"

She couldn't help but mirror Naomi's emotions. This little girl was so precious to them all. Janeway's face broke into a smile at the child's enthusiasm, and she gave a small laugh. "You've been spending too much time in engineering," she said. The smile faded as she continued, "I'm afraid it's not quite that simple." She handed the PADD back to Naomi and nodded officially. "But, thank you, crewman. Your initiative is duly noted."

Naomi

Naomi accepted that and began to leave, but something held her back. She didn't usually cry, but somehow, she felt like doing it now. She turned to observe her captain again. Janeway was staring at her computer, her brow furrowed in concentration. She held her coffee mug in one hand, with the other bracing her back. Her face wore an expression Naomi couldn't identify, perhaps because adults didn't usually show it to kids. Softly and hesitantly, Naomi asked, "Captain?"

Janeway looked up in concern, coffee mug poised in midair. Naomi trembled a little as her mind placed the strange expression as an absence of hope and certainty, maybe a small fear or deep sadness or extreme tiredness. Nobody knew what to do, not even the captain. Naomi continued worriedly, "You're not going to give up, are you?" Seven was their friend, and she couldn't accept that they might never see her again.

The captain stood and walked deliberately around her desk until she was right in front of Naomi. She bent over and beckoned Naomi to pay close attention. Naomi listened as Janeway began quietly, "There are three things to remember about being a starship captain. Keep your shirt tucked in. Go down with the ship." The captain paused. Naomi felt the warmth of a hand on her shoulder and the light brush of hair on her face as Janeway pulled her close, whispering confidentially in her ear, "And never abandon a member of your crew."

Naomi wished she could stay there in the captain's embrace for longer, but she couldn't. As they separated, Janeway smiled slightly and gazed intently at Naomi. A fresh, warm happiness spread through her, and she beamed back at her captain. Unfortunately, the moment was broken all too soon by a bleep from the computer.

"Trans-spectral analysis complete."

Janeway spun around, and Naomi appreciated that the captain knelt down to her height, turning the computer so they could both see the display on the screen. "Take a look at this, Naomi. What do you see?" Janeway asked breathlessly.

Slightly confused by the captain's sudden eagerness, she answered slowly, "Sensor logs."

"These aren't random energy fluctuations. They're Borg comm signals, and they were all directed at Cargo Bay 2."

Naomi suddenly understood. "You mean, the Borg were talking to Seven of Nine?" she followed.

The captain stood determinedly. "It sure looks that way. Come on." Naomi hurried out of the ready room with her captain, a bounce in her step. They were finally going to rescue Seven, and everything would be alright.

And then the two of them could play Kadis Kot again!

I couldn't resist adding the line at the end of this one. Aren't children such a blessing?