Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom owns them. You know that just by looking at the
storyline. If I owned them, J/C would
have gotten together a long time ago.
Kathryn sat in the rain and let the tears come. They streamed down her face, and she made no
movement to wipe them.
The only thing moving then was her small, frail-seeming
body, racking with sobs.
She cried for the journey that was ending, for the
friendships that would be broken because of this, for the people who otherwise
might have hated each other.
She was proud of herself.
But she also hated herself. It
was so obvious. She had brought them
together and she was tearing them apart.
The woman who was the Captain sat and allowed herself to
get drenched. Drenched in the rain that
came down just as quickly and uncontrollably as her tears. Though this was just holographic rain, she
felt it; it chilled her to the bone as she sat there and let her composure, her
dignity, and her structure, crumble.
She was happy. Not
REALLY, truly happy, but happy. She
thought of all those who would be happy, whom she had made happy.
Ensign Harry Kim.
Fresh from Starfleet, he was the epitome of the perfect officer. He knew all the protocol. He knew when to break protocol, when to
enforce it, when to be an officer and when to be a person. He was the one who was young and naïve. The one who wanted to go home, to see his
family, the most. Family. Home.
Two words she'd never really get completely.
Lieutenant Commander Tuvok. The Vulcan who had started out as her oldest, best friend, the one
who was supposed to infiltrate the Maquis ship. Ah, the Maquis.
Lieutenant Tom Paris, the helmsman with the horrid prison
record. Despite her tears, the frail
woman smiled lopsidedly, just a little, at the boy who'd become a man in the
short time he'd served under her. He'd
gotten morals, responsibilities. He had
a wife, a child on the way.
Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres. The half-Klingon, half-Human hybrid that was Tom's wife. She had a compassionate side to her, but
also fought to keep oppressed the Klingon, the more violent side of her that
was provoked by every little thing. She'd
learned to love, love as a friend and love as a wife.
Commander Chakotay.
She sighed. The Maquis Captain
of the ship she'd been chasing, she'd been ordered to hunt down. The one who held her heart, deny it though
she would. Hmm. He was an interesting one. Human though he was, he was DEFINITELY not among
the ones who looked forward to getting back to earth the most, and it was
understandable. Earth was not really
his home. It wasn't Kathryn's anymore,
really, either.
Seven of Nine. Ah,
Seven of Nine, tertiary adjunct Unimatrix One and all that junk that no one
cared about anymore. She'd been rescued
from the Borg, or recovered, rather.
She didn't have a home, unless she considered Voyager to be her
home. Which was likely. She was human-part human, at least, if you
considered having cortical implants and such human. The woman thought of Seven of Nine, Seven for short, as her protégé,
her daughter of sorts. She'd come to
accept and nurture her humanity, and through that she-NO. Kathryn would not think about it. She wouldn't think about those kinds of
things.
Who else? Oh
yes. Neelix. Their Talaxian chef and guide through the Delta Quadrant, and
also the Morale Officer, with the queerest sense of humor. Kathryn wondered what HE would do back on earth. Probably just take his ship out and go back
to the Delta Quadrant or something like that.
He certainly did not belong on earth.
And-no, she mustn't forget the Doctor. The Doctor, the EMH who had become almost
human when the CMO was lost during their little trip to the Delta
Quadrant. Though he was not human, most
of the crew saw him as human and treated him like one. But he was a hologram, most likely to be
picked apart when they got back. But no
one would likely allow that. Despite
his estranged sense of humor, the Doctor would probably be defended by the crew
to the point where Starfleet would get tired of it and let him...they supposed
Starfleet would just let him do what he wanted.
That was about it, they were the ones that mattered most
to her. Oh, but she forgot
something. She forgot...herself. How could she do such a thing, you ask? Perhaps she had neglected herself when she
had thrown all of her mind, body, and soul into helping the crew to get
home. But perhaps they were wrong. Perhaps Voyager was their home. Voyager. Yes, that was it.
Voyager was their home. The ship that had housed them, seen them
through thick and thin. It made sense
to the point where even Tuvok would not be able to concur in the
slightest. It had housed them,
nourished them. Yet it seemed strange
to be considering a STARSHIP their home.
But it was logical.
The woman's tears finally ceased to exist. They stopped, and she realized that Voyager
was her home, the crew her family. And nothing
would change that. As if the holodeck
was glad she had finally come to the correct solution and the best resolution,
the rain stopped with her tears and the sun came out.
She ended the program and exited the holodeck, her
composure back, her back straight, and her step sure. She was home already; there was no need to search any longer.
Family surrounded her, living in her home, and at long
last sure that she could face whatever Fate chose to tempt her with or throw in
her face.
She was home.
It was angsty, I know.
But at least it had a happy ending! ^_^
I'm sorry. I was
feeling kinda weird when I started and my fingers did the writing, not me. Anyway, review. This is my first angst piece; please don't be too hard on
me. Thank you! ^^
