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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 "Timeless"

Kathryn

The captain entered the darkened mess hall. She hung back for only a brief moment, observing the young man sitting alone at one of the back tables, the dimness enveloping him.

Before the slipstream flight, he'd been the most hopeful of them all, and now, his disappointment only echoed silently around the large room. As she approached quietly, Harry rushed to stand. "At ease," she assured him. He sat back down uneasily, and she asked, "Am I interrupting?"

"No," he replied, "I just came here to try to figure things out." She smiled briefly at his predictability and took in his appearance fully now that she could see him better. His hair was a bit more unkempt than normal, and he was unusually downcast. The dark circles under his eyes were matched by the slight bend of his shoulders and back.

What hit her most was his expression. She'd seen it so many times in the mirror that it shocked her to see it on his face. Guilt. Harry was feeling guilty, and it was tearing him apart from the inside out.

Suddenly, she remembered first seeing him, a green ensign eager to please his captain and begin his first mission.

"Ma'am is acceptable in a crunch, but I prefer 'Captain.'"

"Yes sir – ma'am – I mean, Captain," he stuttered. He stood ramrod straight, eyes focused directly ahead, just as good Starfleet training would have him do.

Janeway smiled, "At ease, ensign, before you sprain something."

He'd matured through these hard years, but now it pained her to see him bent over his computer, shadows and blue digital lighting casting an eerie glow over his features.

She focused on his screen, hoping for a good opening to give him the tricorder she held in one hand. "Phase corrections," she stated softly, looking at her officer again in concern.

"The corrections I sent you were wrong. If you had used them, Voyager would have been heavily damaged or destroyed." He looked down in shame and then added, "What I can't figure out is who sent the other phase corrections to Seven of Nine."

"Looks like we have a guardian angel," the captain commented, trying to lift his mood.

"I wish I could believe that," Harry sighed.

"Believe it," Janeway said firmly. "His name is Harry Kim."

Harry

Harry looked up in astonishment, the statement being enough to rouse him from the swamp of remorseful thoughts running back and forth in his mind. "Captain?" he asked.

She pulled a chair up backwards in a relaxed manner and took a seat, leaning against the back rise. "Seven found a Starfleet security code embedded in the transmission. Yours."

Harry's heart beat faster. "I'm telling you, I didn't send it," he insisted.

"Not yet," the captain countered. "The transmission had a temporal displacement. We think it originated from the future. Ten, twenty years from now. Can't be sure." He was keenly aware of her intense gaze as he tried to process the new information.

"Wait a second," he said incredulously. Janeway propped her head up on one arm as she listened to him puzzle it out. "If I sent a message from the future and changed the past, then that future would no longer exist, right? So how could I have sent the message in the first place? Am I making any sense?" He shook his head, and he could almost feel her momentary amusement as they shared a mutual smile.

The captain offered gallantly, "My advice on making sense of temporal paradoxes is simple: Don't even try." Her voice grew softer and quieter as she continued, "To me, all that matters is that somewhere, somehow, sometime, you can through for us."

Harry sighed again, looking away from her steady, kind eyes. She tried again, "Well, if you won't take it from me, take it from you." As she shifted her position, she handed him a tricorder that he hadn't noticed before. He stared at it as if it might fade out of existence when he touched it, as if it were a ghost, and in a sense, it was. A future self who no longer existed, who saved Voyager when he couldn't, wanted to say something to him. He accepted it hesitantly. "Seven found a log entry encoded in the telemetry," the captain explained. "From Harry Kim, to Harry Kim."

Harry couldn't help staring at the tricorder again, but with that, the captain rose from her seat. As she looked back at him, a slow, motherly smile spread across her face, warmth and encouragement shining from her deep blue eyes.

This woman felt like one of his closest family, and he loved her for being that.

A brief instant later, she turned and left him to listen to his message in private. His desire to know, without a shadow of a doubt, overtook any hesitancy he might have been feeling, and he set up the tricorder next to his computer.

After hearing the message, he sat back and drew in a deep, shaky breath. The author had given him a second chance to learn from his mistakes and, hopefully, face a brighter future. He didn't intend to waste it. He rose from his seat, gathered his computer, and headed out.

Tomorrow was a new day, and he'd be ready to face it.

A sort of "rise from the ashes" look at the scene, but there you go. It was the captain's smile and Harry's expression at the end that really got me on this one. Thanks again for reading!