The small and violently purple bedroom in which the fanfic writer resided was a bit of a mess.
A large pile of dirty laundry, upon which a cat was currently resting, was in front of the open closet door. Clean clothes were piled atop the unmade bed. A large green trashbag, presumably full of even more clothes, had been carelessly tossed into the middle of the room. The floor was littered with paper plates, shoes, and clumps of cat hair. Nearly every flat surface in the room, including the top of the computer, monitor, and printer, was occupied with books, beaded jewelry, a haphazard mixture of floppy disks and CDs, cat toys, empty water glasses, various beanbag plush toys, small decorative trinkets, mutated dolls, and cat hair yarn. The top of the desk was currently littered with candy wrappers and soda cans, and sitting at the desk was a teenaged girl. The girl was giggling madly and typing on the keyboard very rapidly, evidently writing some sort of story. Every once in a while she'd save what she was working on and start a new tale. She was so absorbed in her work (of writing inane stories and seeing how many candy bags and soda cans she could possibly empty in one night without passing out) that she didn't notice when the main focus of most of her stories appeared in a flash of light atop the green trashbag: Captain Kathryn Janeway of the starship Voyager.
Captain Janeway, who had begun to observe this specimen of a frenzied writer, was too intrigued by this example of the effects of a sugar high to react evilly to this obvious Q prank. Of course, if she had known that yet another story about her was in the works, she would have been more intrigued. As it was...
Janeway climbed off the trashbag with some difficulty and politely tapped the teenaged girl on the shoulder. "Excuse me, may I ask what you're writing about?"
The girl looked over to the person who had disturbed her. Perhaps in a different situation she may have reacted differently to her idol appearing suddenly in her room, but the sugar high had temporarily disabled more than a few brain cells. Therefore, she was cool as a frozen Vulcan when she replied. "Voyager fanfic." She let out a huge yawn, and, dully realizing that if she wanted to get up before noon tomorrow morning she'd better go to sleep now, mumbled something along the lines of "Too tired to write more so I'm gonna sleep if you wanna read what I wrote go ahead just make sure to shut off the computer." And with that the girl crossed the room and fell into bed, sound asleep.
Janeway was still pondering the girl's first communication: "Voyager fanfic." What in the galaxy did "fanfic" mean, and did it have anything to do with her ship? How could she know about Voyager in the first place? Puzzled, she sat in the computer chair and accessed the files in the Writings folder (after a brief crash course in mouse navigation). The names of the files were very odd, and included entries such as "Sparking Soup", "In the DQ", "Warning - This is a songfic", and "JetC not meant to be", parts 1 and 2. "Sparking Soup" caught her eye, so she opened the file. The text within was none other than a very warped story about Lieutenant Tuvok and Neelix. She was breathing very hard by the time she finished the story. It hadn't been the horrible story that had scared her; rather, it was the question of how the author had gotten her information about the ship, Tuvok's personality, and Neelix's infamous cooking. Gathering her courage, she reviewed the rest of the compositions in the folder, with mixed reactions to each of them. As she finished "Warning - This is a songfic", Q Jr. appeared in the room. "Ready to go back to Voyager, Aunt Kathy?"
"Almost," Janeway replied. She found a pen and a discarded candy wrapper and quickly wrote a note before disappearing in a flash of light along with Q Jr.
When she awoke the next morning, the fanfic writer was faced with the difficult task of cleaning up the candy wrappers and soda cans of last night's sugar high. She was gathering up the last of the candy wrappers when she noticed one that had blue writing on it. The other candy wrappers fluttered to the floor as she picked up the note. It read:
"Those were honestly the scariest stories I've ever read. Please continue; I look forward to the next creation of your rather twisted mind. You might want to lay off the sugar, though.
Sincerely,
A Devoted (Although Freaked Out) Reader
P.S. I actually liked the warping of Janeway's character in JetC II. That was the most hilarious thing I've ever read."
Epilogue:
A week or so later, Janeway was sitting in her ready room going through reports and enjoying (what else) a cup of coffee. The last padd on the desk, however, was not a report; it was a file titled "I was not actually on a sugar high when I wrote this". Noticing the author's distinct writing style, Janeway grinned as she began to read the next creation of the author's rather twisted mind.
A/N: Thanks to all who have reviewed so far and to those who will review in the future. I'll acknowledge you individually in the next chapter if you review :) I'm also open to more ideas, so if you have any, let me know. If I use them you'll get due credit. Kithy the person who was not actually on a sugar high when she wrote this out ;)
A large pile of dirty laundry, upon which a cat was currently resting, was in front of the open closet door. Clean clothes were piled atop the unmade bed. A large green trashbag, presumably full of even more clothes, had been carelessly tossed into the middle of the room. The floor was littered with paper plates, shoes, and clumps of cat hair. Nearly every flat surface in the room, including the top of the computer, monitor, and printer, was occupied with books, beaded jewelry, a haphazard mixture of floppy disks and CDs, cat toys, empty water glasses, various beanbag plush toys, small decorative trinkets, mutated dolls, and cat hair yarn. The top of the desk was currently littered with candy wrappers and soda cans, and sitting at the desk was a teenaged girl. The girl was giggling madly and typing on the keyboard very rapidly, evidently writing some sort of story. Every once in a while she'd save what she was working on and start a new tale. She was so absorbed in her work (of writing inane stories and seeing how many candy bags and soda cans she could possibly empty in one night without passing out) that she didn't notice when the main focus of most of her stories appeared in a flash of light atop the green trashbag: Captain Kathryn Janeway of the starship Voyager.
Captain Janeway, who had begun to observe this specimen of a frenzied writer, was too intrigued by this example of the effects of a sugar high to react evilly to this obvious Q prank. Of course, if she had known that yet another story about her was in the works, she would have been more intrigued. As it was...
Janeway climbed off the trashbag with some difficulty and politely tapped the teenaged girl on the shoulder. "Excuse me, may I ask what you're writing about?"
The girl looked over to the person who had disturbed her. Perhaps in a different situation she may have reacted differently to her idol appearing suddenly in her room, but the sugar high had temporarily disabled more than a few brain cells. Therefore, she was cool as a frozen Vulcan when she replied. "Voyager fanfic." She let out a huge yawn, and, dully realizing that if she wanted to get up before noon tomorrow morning she'd better go to sleep now, mumbled something along the lines of "Too tired to write more so I'm gonna sleep if you wanna read what I wrote go ahead just make sure to shut off the computer." And with that the girl crossed the room and fell into bed, sound asleep.
Janeway was still pondering the girl's first communication: "Voyager fanfic." What in the galaxy did "fanfic" mean, and did it have anything to do with her ship? How could she know about Voyager in the first place? Puzzled, she sat in the computer chair and accessed the files in the Writings folder (after a brief crash course in mouse navigation). The names of the files were very odd, and included entries such as "Sparking Soup", "In the DQ", "Warning - This is a songfic", and "JetC not meant to be", parts 1 and 2. "Sparking Soup" caught her eye, so she opened the file. The text within was none other than a very warped story about Lieutenant Tuvok and Neelix. She was breathing very hard by the time she finished the story. It hadn't been the horrible story that had scared her; rather, it was the question of how the author had gotten her information about the ship, Tuvok's personality, and Neelix's infamous cooking. Gathering her courage, she reviewed the rest of the compositions in the folder, with mixed reactions to each of them. As she finished "Warning - This is a songfic", Q Jr. appeared in the room. "Ready to go back to Voyager, Aunt Kathy?"
"Almost," Janeway replied. She found a pen and a discarded candy wrapper and quickly wrote a note before disappearing in a flash of light along with Q Jr.
When she awoke the next morning, the fanfic writer was faced with the difficult task of cleaning up the candy wrappers and soda cans of last night's sugar high. She was gathering up the last of the candy wrappers when she noticed one that had blue writing on it. The other candy wrappers fluttered to the floor as she picked up the note. It read:
"Those were honestly the scariest stories I've ever read. Please continue; I look forward to the next creation of your rather twisted mind. You might want to lay off the sugar, though.
Sincerely,
A Devoted (Although Freaked Out) Reader
P.S. I actually liked the warping of Janeway's character in JetC II. That was the most hilarious thing I've ever read."
Epilogue:
A week or so later, Janeway was sitting in her ready room going through reports and enjoying (what else) a cup of coffee. The last padd on the desk, however, was not a report; it was a file titled "I was not actually on a sugar high when I wrote this". Noticing the author's distinct writing style, Janeway grinned as she began to read the next creation of the author's rather twisted mind.
A/N: Thanks to all who have reviewed so far and to those who will review in the future. I'll acknowledge you individually in the next chapter if you review :) I'm also open to more ideas, so if you have any, let me know. If I use them you'll get due credit. Kithy the person who was not actually on a sugar high when she wrote this out ;)
