SUMMARY: Seven of nine is on a mission to the past to protect the future of Voyager and her beloved Captain. With familiar faces who have a penchant for trouble, this mission may prove more difficult than facing the Borg itself. This is AU and a Janeway/Seven Story.

Ch 1

"Seven to Tark, transport was a success, ID dampener is on."

"Terrific Seven. You are located In the Dean Ambassador building in the honorary resident professor pent house across from the Academy. Remember your first class is at 0800 hours."

"Yes Tark, I have photographic memory of the briefing pad. However, you did fail to mention how my ID dampener works. Aside from my masked Borg implants I appear no different."

"The dampener effects long term memory. It will blur your face from the students memories. This memory fade will occur within 6 months after interactions have ceased. We will also scrub tech records of your face from all data bases after your mission. You will possibly run into into people from Voyager, but if all goes to plan, our mission will be complete and Voyagers future will be secured. Making the trip home not so impossible. Security will be able to detect a foreign com link at the academy. You will be going in dark and you'll have to submit reports from the pent house."

"Agreed."

"This is a delicate mission Seven. The future of Voyager is in your hands."

"I will not fail"


Annabelle Hanson. The name started back at her from her name tag. Tark was many things but creative was not one of them. She thought her name was too close to the real thing but Tark insisted it would not be an issue.

She wrapped herself in her long trench coat and made her way across the street into Starfleet Academy.

The Professors lounge was eloquent if not slightly over done. Plush couches were placed in numerous seating circles. Multiple replicators adorned the far wall. As well as authentic coffee and espresso machines for those who prefer to practice the ancient art of baristas.

To the left of the lounge through a brick arched doorway lay a library. Intrigued Seven walked closer to look inside.

"Good morning Professor!"

Seven started for a quick second. Looking around she found the owner to the voice. He was a short and rotund Hologram.

"Good morning"

"You are new here. My name is Lahd. I'm a Library Assistant Holographic Database. My knowledge of this building and library is immense. Should you need my assistance please feel free to ask."

"Thank you Lahd. My name is Se-... Professor Hanson."

"Professor Annabelle Hanson. The honorary guest professor of charting and astronomy."

"You are correct. I thought there was only one library located on the north side of the building. Why is there one inside the lounge?"

"This is where Professors may tutor their students, should it be required."

"Understood."

Noting the time seven said a quick goodbye and made her way to her classroom.

Professor Annabelle Hanson sat at her desk while students filed in slowly. Some wide eye and ready to learn, some tired and loathed being there. Nevertheless the class commenced.

After a week of absences from one specific student, Seven took her concern to the Dean.

"Mark Johnson has been absent for a week. I fear if he continues with absences he will fail my class." Seven stated with the concern of a caring professor.

"Your concern is noted Professor. I will contact his parents. Must have been an oversight on their part. As ambassadors of earth sometimes they take him along for the educational experience. At times they forget to let us know of his absence. I will let you know what I find out."

"As a senior student he should really be more concerned with his final grades than the work of his parents. In my professional opinion, nepotism can only get one so far."

"Be that as it may, I'm sure if Mark needs to make up his grades he could do so with extra projects from your class."

"Extra projects? Do you mean such as special assignments? Dean Kingsley, I am following a course curriculum. I do not grant extra assignments to those who slack my course. It would be unfair to the ones who are present and participating every day."

The Dean looked slightly shocked.

"You came so highly recommended as a guest professor. I am truly surprised you never grant extra work to make up for slacking grades."

"It may occur to you that is why I am so highly recommended. I require my students to earn their place regardless of status or whom their parents are."

"Quite so... thank you for sharing your concerns with me. I will relay them to Mark Johnsons parents."

Seven nodded and made an exit.

The next week much to Sevens surprise a young man named Mark was present and accounted for. He was evidently disgruntled about his required presence but he softened his approach when he decided to win the professors affection with his perceived charm in order to bolster his grades. He thought Professor Hanson was oblivious to his scheme but Seven over heard him discussing his plan with his friends.

"Man the prof is not giving you any breaks, Mark. I am actually surprised. She's the only one who is demanding your presence every day. The other profs are much more relaxed about you shadowing your parents."

"Don't worry about me, Holloway. I have it all figured out. Give me 1 month and I'll have her eating out of my hand. She's tough but I haven't met a woman I can't charm. It's just going to take some strategy"


Seven posted their test scores on the screen in front of the entire class, much to many of her students dismay. Mark being no exception. He was slipping his grade in order to be tutored by the blonde bombshell to attempt to gain better treatment, but now his failing score was on full display for his entire class.

"After collecting your grade notes should you desire them, you are dismissed." Seven spoke slightly louder to be heard above the disappointed chatter.

Mark sat back down and waited for the entire class to exit before he got up and walked over to Stevens desk.

"Yes Mark?" Seven stated more than asked.

"Clearly I'm struggling with my grade in this class."

"Evidently "

"I was wondering if you could offer tutoring for me?"

"No I cannot."

"What!? That preposterous. Why not??"

"My tutoring is only available to people who need it. You are not lacking comprehension, you only lack the character it takes to apply ones self. And character is not something I can tutor you in. By your age its usually set in stone. One either has character or one does not. Now if you will excuse me, I have a meeting I'm late for."

Mark could only give a daft head shake as he watched her leave. He was speechless. Nothing was working. He screwed himself over by expecting better from her. He was seething. No one disrespects a Johnson and gets away with it.


Sevens days were running together. The boring monotony of everyday life as a professor was hardly challenging enough for Seven. The mission was yet to be initiated. Nevertheless she checked in with Tark at least once a week so he wouldn't worry. The time line was so delicately vague they required a larger time frame to ensure success. Thus the waiting.

As if to make things more complicated Seven was unexpectedly called to the Deans office. On a Friday morning 3 months into her Professorship.

"Ah Professor Hanson," Dean Kingsley greeted as Seven walked through the door. "We have an unusual situation on our hands and sometimes exceptions must be made due to circumstances."

"I see, what are these circumstances?"

"Admiral Janeway has transferred to our New York Starfleet division in a highly classified mission. Due to the potential longevity of his required presence the Admirals family has moved with him from Indiana. He has a daughter that has transferred to our Academy. Starting today she will be in your class. I know your professional opinion on tutoring and playing catch up with students, but this is a special case. If she needs the help, I expect nothing less. Although if her grades are of any indication she might not need to catch up, however we are leaving the choice to her. You will review your curriculum with her and see where she stands." Kingsley pause for acknowledgment. Seven gave a slight nod somehow speechless. "Great, she is waiting in the staff library. Come with me and I'll introduce you."

Seven outwardly was professional and stoic on the way there, but internally she was a wreck. Her heart rate increased and she could hear her blood pumping in her ears. Janeway... Admeral Janeways daughter... Seven was stunned. No matter how plausible, nothing could have prepared her for this...

Rounding the doorway into the library they walked up behind a seated young woman with familiar auburn-red hair. Hearing them enter she stood and turned. Sevens breath caught in her throat. Time slowed to a crawl momentarily. She was stunning, young and slightly different. The difference was in her eyes. They held a lightness of heart and unguarded optimism, the kind that came from inexperience with the cruelty of life. But she was very much the same in other ways. The depth of her passion, maturity and spark of good humor must have been an ever present fixture within the essence of her foundation. Seven perceived this from one look. One look that caused her breath to abandon her almost completely. She missed Kathryn immensely and it took everything in her to not embrace her right then and there. It had been years.

"Professor Annabelle Hanson, I'd like you to meet Katheryn Janeway." Dean Kingsley made introductions

The full force or her attention laid on the Blonde.

"Professor Hanson, it's a pleasure." Kathryn smiled holding out her hand.

"Miss Janeway, the pleasure is mine" Seven took her hand to shake. The touch felt like a current went up her arm and into her invisible borg implants. She gasped ever so slightly hoping it was unnoticed, but Kathryn's smile faltered for a brief moment. Perhaps the moment was as blatant to reality as it was to Seven's perception.

"So, how are you finding life in New York City?" Seven pushed forward.

"Its a bit early to tell to be honest. I've only just arrived, but so far the people are much friendlier then the stereotype claims them to be." There was that familiar look. Like she knew the punch line to a joke that she did not feel the need to share with present company. The smirk.

"Well, I wish I could stay and chat but I have a meeting to attend. Professor Hanson will review her courses with you and determine where you are in the curriculum. Welcome to NYC Starfleet Academy, Kathryn"

"Thank you Dean." Her eyes shifted to the dean briefly and quickly jump back to the Professor. She had never met anyone so stunning in her life. She was full of secrets, of that much Kathryn was certain. She always had a way of knowing these things. Her natural desire to know and understand was a hereditary trait from the line of explorers in their family (or so her father would always say) and this moment was no exception. Right then and there she decided she was going to learn every secret that haunted her eyes. She wanted to learn the ways of this gorgeous woman's heart.