Kathryn Janeway of the Starship Voyager

Chapter Ten

Blast from the Future

"Shut up!" She yelled.

"You shut up!" I yelled.

"Hey, it's your fault you didn't blow up Picard!"

"Fuck you!"

"My ship's in fucking disorder, why don't you go fuck Chakotay or something?"

"I have no fucking time to fuck Chakotay!" I yelled in my seat. She sat in Chakotay's seat. They were boxing in the Holodeck.

She glared. "Well, then." She turned and harrumphed.

There was a flash of light.

"Oh, the ickle Janeways are arguing!" He snapped, and there was another flash.

"Okay, what the fuck did you do, Q?" She said.

There was a whistle from Paris. I looked at the woman there, in her underclothes, halfway through putting on her shirt.

Q had disappeared. I sighed. "Who are you?"

She put the shirt on. "I'm Kathryn Janeway, who are you?"

I sighed. "I'm Kathryn Janeway, and this is…um…"

"Kate Janeway, Intendant of the Sol system." She smiled.

Paris gazed at her. "And you can call me lover boy-"

She slapped him hard. "Um…I'll need some clothes…"

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"I'm not a civilian!" Kate Janeway yelled. "I'm a Starfleet Captain! I rank above you!"

I raised an eyebrow. "Janeway or not, I have no idea who you are."

The Intendant looked at her. "She looks like you."

"Well, I don't know if she's my daughter or not. Or me." I sighed. "Well, can you prove that you're one?"

"Yeah, I can." She pointed to me. "You're Captain Kathryn Janeway. Lost in the DQ for 7 years, with Marquis crew."

"That doesn't prove anything else."

"Well, Q caught me when I was undressing." She sighed. "He has a fetish for my bras. And yours too. Count your bras each morning." She turned to the replicator. "Coffee, black, hot."

"How does she know?" I whispered to the Intendant. "Are you losing bras?"

"Yep." She crossed her hands on her chest. "I'm missing two."

"Hey, are you guys ignoring me?" Kate was waving to us. "I'm here, you know!"

I sighed. If this was my daughter…"I know!" I yelled. "I'm going to the mess."

"Then I'll come. I didn't have my dinner." She pulled on her clothes. "I really want my uniform."

"Where are you from?"

"The 25th century, duh." She sighed. "So incompetent."

The Intendant laughed. "Haha!"

Kate looked at her. "So are you! What's with the fucking armor? And that snobbish attitude!"

The Intendant turned red. "What did you say?"

"Snob!" She yelled. She skipped off to the turbolift and yelled "Mess Hall".

I sighed as the doors closed and then opened, with another empty turbolift. We got on.

"She's an ass."

I looked at the Intendant. "What?"

"She's a fucking asshole, Janeway." She sighed. "Don't worry about her."

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"Don't worry about her, don't worry about her!" I yelled. "You asshole, look at what you've done!"

"You didn't have to listen to what I said!" The Intendant yelled.

We were tied up in the mess hall. She was chewing gum and smiling.

"Okay…now, what are you doing?" The Intendant said.

"Oh, nothing." She just sat there. "I'm watching you guys, that's all. Let's see if you can get out of here."

"You tied us up to a chair!" I yelled.

"So?"

"We can't get out of here!"

She sighed. "You guys are sooo stupid." She smiled. "Well, have you figured it out?"

"No!"

Just then, Chakotay and Chakotay came out, and gaped.

"Kathryn?" both of them said. "You're not supposed to be here!"

The Kathryn from the future laughed. Chakotay (I have no idea which) gave her a glare.

"And what are you laughing about, who ever you are?"

"I'm Kathryn Janeway, 25th century. I tied them up," She said innocently. I rolled my eyes.

"Yeah, in a Holodeck!" I yelled.

"End program." Chakotay said.

We both fell to the floor. The Intendant started yelling at Kathryn.

"What the hell were you thinking?!"

She started putting her index fingers together. "Well, you're adults, and I'm only 30, so I decided that you guys wouldn't know the difference between the real thing and a hologram." She grinned.

"She's right," I said.

The Intendant spun. "What?"

"She's right. I certainly don't know what the difference between the real thing is." I got off the floor and walked out. "I'll be on the bridge if you need me."

"Just great!" She yelled. "You're an asshole too!"

"Good for you."

=/\= =/\= =/\=

"Picard, get your ass off my ship!" I yelled.

"I don't care!"

The Kathryn from the 25th century just sat there, playing with the yo-yo she replicated.

"Kathryn, help me…" I muttered.

She just gave me a glance. "Seriously, mother, I don't really give a damn. It's your obsolete ship."

She was calling me mother now. I wondered why.

Picard drew a phaser. "We duel now."

"Cards or phasers?" Kathryn asked. She was doing the cradle for the fifth time.

Picard blinked. "Cards? How do you duel with cards?"

"I can't tell you. It's that Temporal Prime Directive again." She put the yo-yo away and looked at us. "Backs to each other, and when I count to three, you walk, then fire."

We started walking, and she said "three"; I turned and fired, missing Picard. Picard didn't shoot.

"Okay…wow, bad aiming…" Kathryn stood up. "Have either of you guys played 'Chicken' before?"

Then she placed us in "cars", and we were supposed to go at a high speed towards each other. One would chicken out and swerve, crashing. I have no idea why this is happening.

"GO!" She yelled.

I pushed the accelerator down, and we sped towards each other. Then it disappeared, and we ended up in the Holodeck, standing.

"Whoa, Kathryn, what's up with that?"

I saw Q standing there.

"Q!" Picard yelled. "Get out of here!"

I sighed. "Okay, Q, get this Kathryn out, please…"

"She's my daughter anyway." He smiled.

I gaped. "She was a Q all along?"

Kathryn gaped. "I'm a Q? That's impossible, I'm a Starfleet Captain!"

"I'm your father." Q grinned. "She's from an alternative universe, where you accepted my offer."

"I accepted your offer?" I asked. I groaned. "What was she thinking?"

"Correction-you," Q said quietly. He snapped, and that Kathryn appeared, looking around.

"Q…." She said dangerously. "I'm in the middle of a war! You idiot!"

"Kathryn, meet Kathryn."

I stared. "You're an idiot for accepting."

She put her hands on her hips. "Well, you're an idiot, too!"

"How am I an idiot?"

"You rejected the offer, of course!"

The doors opened, and the Intendant came in, staring. "Okay, how many Janeways are there?"

"Count for yourself," Kathryn, her daugher, and I said at the same time.

"Well, there are four. I guess." She put her rifle up. "Now, leave, I have some hunting to do." Then she stared. "Better yet, don't. Stay still."

Picard yelped, and started running around in circles. Then a rock hit him in the head.

Who did it? I have no idea, but I bet it was the Intendant. Picard dropped to the floor, and the Intendant smiled.

"Thanks, Kathryn."

"No problem," she said. She winked at me, and I nodded.

Q snapped, and all there was left was the Intendant, Picard, and I.

A/N: If you're confused, so am I. How that's possible…he's Q!