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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: "Night"

Kathryn couldn't ignore the alien's plea for help. Your ship is powerful. Your people, resourceful. We need your help! Will you help us? And so, as Chakotay continued to outline his plan, she knew what she had to do. There was no guarantee that the Malon would use the technology, so there was only one option; she had to follow her conscience. Alone.

"As long as this vortex exists, the inhabitants of this region are at risk."

"Any chance we could destroy it?"

"I believe so." Kathryn paused, and then added, "But there's a catch. We'll have to collapse it from this end, where its dimensional radius is weakest." Her voice was barely audible. "We'd be closing out shortcut out of here."

Chakotay sighed, and she could sense he was trying to project strength out to her as he replied, "Two more years in the Void. I can live with that."

She shook her head slowly. "oh, but I'm not sure I can. Four years ago, I destroyed the Caretaker's array to protect the Ocampa. That act of compassion stranded this crew in the Delta Quadrant. I'm not about to give that order again."

"This situation is a little different."

"It's close enough. I'm asking this crew to make too big a sacrifice. I won't make that same mistake."

"If you have another option, I'm listening." His stance was open, and his statement was spoken reasonably, but she could tell he was steeling himself. The minute change in his posture, the way he leaned back ever so slightly, and the rise in his shoulders by an almost unnoticeable degree showed her.

She rounded the table slowly, looking down, one hand planted securely against her side in a posture that warned against debate. "Chakotay," she began, "there's no one I trust more than you. You're a fine first officer." She was standing directly in front of him now, pausing as her crystal blue eyes searched his gaze. The warmth that filled the space between them made her want to lean into his solid presence after the confession, but instead she asked intently, "Are you ready to captain this ship?"

He hesitated, his discomfort painfully obvious, and his eyes told her that he wasn't ready to give her up, but eventually he answered quietly, "Yes."

He hadn't fought her. She gave a curt, imperceptible nod. "Assemble the crew."

He stood there momentarily, words most likely on the tip of his tongue, but she stood unwavering. Finally, he nodded in acknowledgement, swallowing whatever he might have been about to say, and left her quarters.

Kathryn sank down into the nearest chair as soon as the door had closed. Then, she buried her face in her hands and let the wall of pressure in her chest burst before a flood of tears.