Home Sweet Home
The following story line is mine. Don't try to copy it cause I'll get mad
In a like vein, Star Trek: Voyager and all characters are the sole property of someone other than me.
AN: This is a story spanning years, so if it skips a lot, just use your imagination.
"How is she?"
"She's improving" the Doctor answered, busying himself with taking more readings of his unusual patient. Chakotay ran his eyes over her face. She was striking. Not beautiful in a classic way, but certainly more than attractive. He wondered what it was about her that drew him so. She seemed to draw to everyone, though, because since he'd been down here Tom Paris had come in twice, to check on her he'd said, and Kes wouldn't move far from her side. The Doctor seemed to be the only one resistant to the strange pull.
She had long chestnut-red hair. Chakotay estimated it probably reached her waist. He had no idea what color her eyes were for she hadn't opened them once in the nearly 12 hours she'd been in Sickbay. She had soft, somewhere-between-red-and-tan skin, but it fit her he thought. She didn't look very old, he thought maybe in her early twenties. Too young to be popping up on lost ships. Too young to be pregnant was what he was really thinking.
She sucked in a breath and her shoulders tensed up, but she didn't open her eyes.
"Doctor, I think she's waking up" Chakotay announced.
"Jim?" the girl mumbled, "Bones......Jim......" she said the names as if she were trying to tell this "Bones" something about Jim.
"Jim? Jim?"
"Shhhh...it's okay" Chakotay told her. She was restless. He brushed a hand across her face and held her other hand, hoping the touch of another human being would comfort her somewhat.
"Jim" she sighed almost contentedly, turning her head toward his touch. Her eyes fluttered and then opened. Chakotay had just enough time to register that they were an amazing crystal green.
And then she saw him.
"My name is Chakotay" he told her. She burst into tears
"Will you please stop upsetting my patient?" The Doctor requested. She was sobbing hopelessly now, her body shivering with the effort. Chakotay was confused. What had he done?
"She's awake?" the Captain asked a few minutes later when she walked into Sickbay.
"She's awake all right" Chakotay answered, "She's been sobbing hysterically" The girl wasn't trying to run away, she wasn't deterring the doctor, she was just laying on her back, letting the tears roll down her face. They had gathered into a little pool on her throat. The Captain took a breath, mentally steeling herself for an onslaught, and approached the poor girl, who was hiccupping now. Chakotay followed.
"My name is Katharine Jane...my name is Katharine" the Captain restated. A look of empathy crossed her face.
"Can you tell me your name?" The girl caught a couple of her sobs and snuffled, but she couldn't speak yet. The Captain sighed.
"You're aboard the Federation ship, Voyager. You've been unconscious for almost twelve hours" The news didn't help the young girl's disposition any. She let out another wail and then, out of nowhere and faster than anyone there would have expected her to be able to move, she jumped off the bio bed and tried to dash out of the room. Chakotay sprinted after her. He grabbed her just before she made it out the doors and wrapped both arms around her to keep her from getting away. She beat a fist against his chest but there was no strength behind it. Tears were still running like waterfalls down her face and she folded into him, using him for support. She lost the strength in her legs and slid to the floor. Chakotay followed, for his arms were still tightly wrapped around her, no longer to keep her from escaping however. He felt she simply needed to be held by another human being.
"Doctor?" Janeway turned to the Doctor.
"She's perfectly recovered, though she'll probably be a bit tired." The holographic Doctor answered.
"Have you determined what might have caused her condition?" the Captain asked. She wanted to be determine if there was any possible threat to the ship in the immediate area.
"No idea, actually" the Doctor answered, his eyes sliding away as they did when he was thinking particularly hard, "There were no signs of torture or extreme exposure to the elements"
"Are there any other causes of dehydration or malnutrition?" Janeway asked.
"No. A person doesn't just stop drinking water or eating" the Doctor said as if the Captain should know that perfectly well, "Especially a pregnant person. It defies the law of survival" Janeway turned a bit back towards the girl who was still being held by her first officer on the floor. Her whole body seemed to be shaking with the effort of pouring the tears forth.
"Yes, you'd said she was pregnant. How is the baby?" she asked, turning back to the Doctor.
"Captain" Chakotay said softly. The girl had lifted her head from his chest and, while she still clung to him as if he were her life force and tears were still falling, her loud sobbing had stopped and she looked extremely interested in the Doctor's answer. The Captain gave him a look and he addressed the girl directly.
"You're children are fine" he assured her in an empathic tone.
"Twins?" Janeway asked.
"Yes. One male and one female" the Doctor answered, "About four months I'd say" Janeway sighed quietly. Pregnant women could be very emotional, and this girl had obviously been through something extremely distressing. She turned around and hunched down beside the crumpled figure, who had returned her head to Chakotay's chest but had not resumed her hysterical sobbing. The Captain tried to smile at her.
"Why don't we get you some quarters? Maybe some food and a change of clothes?" The girl nodded slightly. Chakotay helped her to her feet, but she wasn't ready to relinquish her hold of him. Privately, Janeway thought the girl was too young to be pregnant. She couldn't be older than 20, though she kept that to herself for Chakotay and others had estimated her age around 25 and it would probably be better for the poor thing in the future if people thought she were older than she actually was. Of course, there was always the chance that the Captain was wrong too. They didn't even have her name yet!
As they made their way down the corridors the girl stopped crying and became very quiet. Almost too quiet in Janeway's opinion. She looked down at her feet and allowed herself to be led to appropriate quarters. Tuvok was waiting outside the door and the girl's eyebrows lifted a bit at the sight of him.
"Vulcans" she mumbled and it was the first word, other than "Jim" or "Spock" that any of them had heard her speak. She stopped just inside the doorway and looked around. Janeway thought she had a surprised look on her face, and maybe a bit of appreciation too.
"Would you like something to eat?" the Captain asked, going towards the replicator. The girl looked and then, seemingly just realizing she was still in Chakotay's embrace, she disengaged herself. She didn't answer, she just walked to the window and started staring out at the stars.
"They're different" she said, spinning around, a worried look on her face. Janeway caught the look that Chakotay threw her. Whose pleasurable job was it going to be to tell this girl from who knew where, who'd gone through who knew what, that she was on the only human occupied vessel in this quadrant of space? Janeway decided it was hers.
"Yes. We're not in the Alpha quadrant" she told her. The girl looked confused. Janeway tried to think of a simpler way to explain it without saying the two words she rarely let herself even think. But there was nothing for it.
"We're lost" she said tenderly, "We're.completely cut off from that part of the galaxy we originated from" The girl stared at her for a moment and then swung back around to look at the stars. Janeway could just see her profile and there was a look of the complete abandonment of hope on her young face. It pulled at Janeway's heart. She, Chakotay and Tuvok simply stood there, silently, watching whatever hopes and dreams the girl had harbored seeped away from her. They all felt a sense of despair enter the room and, Janeway and Chakotay at least, felt the need to burst into tears.
Then the girl turned back towards them. Her face had changed. It now looked as if it had been carved of marble, smooth and beautiful, but hard and cold.
"My name is Deneb. Deneb Darling-Kirk. I'm a hopper"
In a like vein, Star Trek: Voyager and all characters are the sole property of someone other than me.
AN: This is a story spanning years, so if it skips a lot, just use your imagination.
"How is she?"
"She's improving" the Doctor answered, busying himself with taking more readings of his unusual patient. Chakotay ran his eyes over her face. She was striking. Not beautiful in a classic way, but certainly more than attractive. He wondered what it was about her that drew him so. She seemed to draw to everyone, though, because since he'd been down here Tom Paris had come in twice, to check on her he'd said, and Kes wouldn't move far from her side. The Doctor seemed to be the only one resistant to the strange pull.
She had long chestnut-red hair. Chakotay estimated it probably reached her waist. He had no idea what color her eyes were for she hadn't opened them once in the nearly 12 hours she'd been in Sickbay. She had soft, somewhere-between-red-and-tan skin, but it fit her he thought. She didn't look very old, he thought maybe in her early twenties. Too young to be popping up on lost ships. Too young to be pregnant was what he was really thinking.
She sucked in a breath and her shoulders tensed up, but she didn't open her eyes.
"Doctor, I think she's waking up" Chakotay announced.
"Jim?" the girl mumbled, "Bones......Jim......" she said the names as if she were trying to tell this "Bones" something about Jim.
"Jim? Jim?"
"Shhhh...it's okay" Chakotay told her. She was restless. He brushed a hand across her face and held her other hand, hoping the touch of another human being would comfort her somewhat.
"Jim" she sighed almost contentedly, turning her head toward his touch. Her eyes fluttered and then opened. Chakotay had just enough time to register that they were an amazing crystal green.
And then she saw him.
"My name is Chakotay" he told her. She burst into tears
"Will you please stop upsetting my patient?" The Doctor requested. She was sobbing hopelessly now, her body shivering with the effort. Chakotay was confused. What had he done?
"She's awake?" the Captain asked a few minutes later when she walked into Sickbay.
"She's awake all right" Chakotay answered, "She's been sobbing hysterically" The girl wasn't trying to run away, she wasn't deterring the doctor, she was just laying on her back, letting the tears roll down her face. They had gathered into a little pool on her throat. The Captain took a breath, mentally steeling herself for an onslaught, and approached the poor girl, who was hiccupping now. Chakotay followed.
"My name is Katharine Jane...my name is Katharine" the Captain restated. A look of empathy crossed her face.
"Can you tell me your name?" The girl caught a couple of her sobs and snuffled, but she couldn't speak yet. The Captain sighed.
"You're aboard the Federation ship, Voyager. You've been unconscious for almost twelve hours" The news didn't help the young girl's disposition any. She let out another wail and then, out of nowhere and faster than anyone there would have expected her to be able to move, she jumped off the bio bed and tried to dash out of the room. Chakotay sprinted after her. He grabbed her just before she made it out the doors and wrapped both arms around her to keep her from getting away. She beat a fist against his chest but there was no strength behind it. Tears were still running like waterfalls down her face and she folded into him, using him for support. She lost the strength in her legs and slid to the floor. Chakotay followed, for his arms were still tightly wrapped around her, no longer to keep her from escaping however. He felt she simply needed to be held by another human being.
"Doctor?" Janeway turned to the Doctor.
"She's perfectly recovered, though she'll probably be a bit tired." The holographic Doctor answered.
"Have you determined what might have caused her condition?" the Captain asked. She wanted to be determine if there was any possible threat to the ship in the immediate area.
"No idea, actually" the Doctor answered, his eyes sliding away as they did when he was thinking particularly hard, "There were no signs of torture or extreme exposure to the elements"
"Are there any other causes of dehydration or malnutrition?" Janeway asked.
"No. A person doesn't just stop drinking water or eating" the Doctor said as if the Captain should know that perfectly well, "Especially a pregnant person. It defies the law of survival" Janeway turned a bit back towards the girl who was still being held by her first officer on the floor. Her whole body seemed to be shaking with the effort of pouring the tears forth.
"Yes, you'd said she was pregnant. How is the baby?" she asked, turning back to the Doctor.
"Captain" Chakotay said softly. The girl had lifted her head from his chest and, while she still clung to him as if he were her life force and tears were still falling, her loud sobbing had stopped and she looked extremely interested in the Doctor's answer. The Captain gave him a look and he addressed the girl directly.
"You're children are fine" he assured her in an empathic tone.
"Twins?" Janeway asked.
"Yes. One male and one female" the Doctor answered, "About four months I'd say" Janeway sighed quietly. Pregnant women could be very emotional, and this girl had obviously been through something extremely distressing. She turned around and hunched down beside the crumpled figure, who had returned her head to Chakotay's chest but had not resumed her hysterical sobbing. The Captain tried to smile at her.
"Why don't we get you some quarters? Maybe some food and a change of clothes?" The girl nodded slightly. Chakotay helped her to her feet, but she wasn't ready to relinquish her hold of him. Privately, Janeway thought the girl was too young to be pregnant. She couldn't be older than 20, though she kept that to herself for Chakotay and others had estimated her age around 25 and it would probably be better for the poor thing in the future if people thought she were older than she actually was. Of course, there was always the chance that the Captain was wrong too. They didn't even have her name yet!
As they made their way down the corridors the girl stopped crying and became very quiet. Almost too quiet in Janeway's opinion. She looked down at her feet and allowed herself to be led to appropriate quarters. Tuvok was waiting outside the door and the girl's eyebrows lifted a bit at the sight of him.
"Vulcans" she mumbled and it was the first word, other than "Jim" or "Spock" that any of them had heard her speak. She stopped just inside the doorway and looked around. Janeway thought she had a surprised look on her face, and maybe a bit of appreciation too.
"Would you like something to eat?" the Captain asked, going towards the replicator. The girl looked and then, seemingly just realizing she was still in Chakotay's embrace, she disengaged herself. She didn't answer, she just walked to the window and started staring out at the stars.
"They're different" she said, spinning around, a worried look on her face. Janeway caught the look that Chakotay threw her. Whose pleasurable job was it going to be to tell this girl from who knew where, who'd gone through who knew what, that she was on the only human occupied vessel in this quadrant of space? Janeway decided it was hers.
"Yes. We're not in the Alpha quadrant" she told her. The girl looked confused. Janeway tried to think of a simpler way to explain it without saying the two words she rarely let herself even think. But there was nothing for it.
"We're lost" she said tenderly, "We're.completely cut off from that part of the galaxy we originated from" The girl stared at her for a moment and then swung back around to look at the stars. Janeway could just see her profile and there was a look of the complete abandonment of hope on her young face. It pulled at Janeway's heart. She, Chakotay and Tuvok simply stood there, silently, watching whatever hopes and dreams the girl had harbored seeped away from her. They all felt a sense of despair enter the room and, Janeway and Chakotay at least, felt the need to burst into tears.
Then the girl turned back towards them. Her face had changed. It now looked as if it had been carved of marble, smooth and beautiful, but hard and cold.
"My name is Deneb. Deneb Darling-Kirk. I'm a hopper"