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.
During those two weeks, almost no one saw hide nor hair of their newest addition. Tom Paris had apparently made a point of going to visit once in a while, but he was the only person that Deneb would speak to. She obediantly went down to Sickbay so the Doctor could go over her again, but she didn't speak the whole time she was there. She refused to answer any of Katharine's calls or invitations, and nobody else was even trying.
So Katharine was surprised when she showed up on the Bridge. She had at least gotten herself a new wardrobe, something more up to date. She had forgone the one piece many women prefered, probably due to her rounding belly, and had gone with an attactive outfit composed of "jeans" and a plain blue "pocket-t." Her issued com badge was securely fastened above her left breast.
"Deneb" Katharine greeted her with a nod of her head.
"Captain" she nodded back, "Could I...see you?" She hesitated, as if she wasn't sure she wanted what she'd come for.
"Of course" Katharine said, "Chakotay, you have the Bridge. This way" Katharine led her off the Bridge and to her enlongated couch.
"You were right" Deneb started, "I could just hear Bones telling me to buck up, and Spock telling me how illogical it was for me to wallow in my 'human' emotions when it didn't get anything done. And Jim...." She closed her eyes, "And Jim would have told me to be strong for the kids" Katharine didn't say anything. She was going to let Deneb find her own way.
"And I have a strong suspicion that those messages waiting for me will tell me just that" She started to get up to go to the computer terminal but Katharine held her back. Deneb gave her a confused look and dropped back down on the couch.
"Deneb, did you get the chance to look up any history on Cap...on Jim?" she asked. The woman would have no idea what had happened to her husband.
"No" she answered slowly, "I thought about it, but...I couldn't. I didn't want to read his obituary" Ah, so she had thought of the fact that he would be dead by now.
"Last I heard, Ambassador Spock was working on Romulus, undercover. Admiral McCoy is retired, on Earth" Deneb nodded. They moved to the terminal and Katharine let her sit in front of it.
"Computer, call up the three messages left for Deneb Darling-Kirk"
"Vocal confirmation from Deneb Darling-Kirk is required to open the files" the computer informed them.
"Computer, this is Deneb Darling-Kirk. Open the files"
"Acknowledged" Three names appeared on the screen.
"Who do you want to start with?" Katharine asked.
"Spock" Deneb answered immediately. A picture of Ambassador Spock, seated, with some kind of plant behind him, appeared.
"That's the Enterprise" Katharine noted. Deneb looked up at her.
"The Enterprise-D" Katharine clarified, "Under Captain Jean-Luc Picard" Deneb nodded and went back to looking at the image.
"He looks so old" she commented softly, "Computer, start playback"
"Deneb. If you are viewing this, then you have hopped again to a Starfleet facility. I hope that they are treating you properly. I must admit that I was...surprised...to see you aboard the Enterprise D. I have forwarded the information to Admiral McCoy." Spock paused, searching for words, "Jim...missed you after you were gone. Things aboard the Enterprise did not return to their previous conditions. Your presence was greatly missed by all, notably by Scotty who often made reference to you until Jim told him to stop." Another pause, "Deneb, I expect you are still pregnant with Jim's children. I hope that the hopping did not hurt the children in any way. I would suggest that you seek out a Vulcan and continue you're meditive postures. I must also encourage you to continue the work you began on the Enterprise. You make an excellent morale officer" Katharine saw her smile. "Live long, and prosper, my friend"
"You do Vulcan meditive postures?" Katharine asked lightly. Deneb nodded.
"Well. I suspect that Tuvok would be willing to work with you" She didn't mention whatever work she had begun on the Enterprise.
"Bones" Deneb said softly, and the image of the old Vulcan was replaced by a picture of an even older Admiral McCoy.
"Bones?" There was shock in her voice. Her hand was drawn to the screen and she tried to caress the deep wrinkles of the friend she had last seen in his prime.
"Oh, Bones, what happened?" Katharine did not bother to point out the obvious.
"Computer, playback" she ordered.
"Well, Neb, where'd you end up?" the old Admiral began, "I got a call from that green-blooded, pointed eared Vulcan saying you popped up on the Enterprise-D. Called it a pit stop. I was on that ship, she's a beauty. Jim would've been jealous" He paused, perhaps realizing he'd just told her that her husband was dead, "Jim.had a good career. Got a little crazy in the middle. You should look it up. Good story to tell the twins about their Dad. Jim added them to his family Bible, you know. You better stick with Damia and Damian now, girly. I'm sorry I won't be there to deliver them, heal all the cuts and bruises and broken bones they're likely to get. And you know they will, between you and Jim" The man kind of chuckled to himself, and Deneb saw that mischievous glint in his blue eyes that hadn't aged a bit. But then it faded a bit and she knew the lecture was about to begin. "Well, girly, what're you going to do now? Don't you go getting all stuffy, like you did here at first. Jim wouldn't give up and I don't expect you to. You're going to need help with those two hellions Damia and Damian are going to be. You keep on with your plays and music. We missed you, girl, but we lived and so will you. You make the best of what you've got" Now he smiled, "I'm proud of you Neb" And then his message was over.
"So short" Deneb sighed, "I could always listen to Bones forever."
"He gave many talks and lectures" Katharine told her, "You could access them"
"It's not the same thing" Deneb sighed, "A lecture would have none of his particular brand of humor, none of his witty banter, sly Spock cuts, his defiant, irrespective wisdom"
"He was a great friend" Katharine didn't have to ask. It was obvious.
"He was a great friend" Deneb repeated, "My greatest friend"
"There's only one more" Katharine reminded her gently. Deneb shook her head.
"I can't" she said, "I can't see him.old." Katharine looked at the stardate attached to the file containing James Kirk's name.
"I don't think you'll have to" she said and pointed. Deneb gave her a bashful look.
"I never did get the hang of stardates" she admitted.
"Computer, run playback" Katharine ordered. She could feel Deneb tense up beside her, but then an image of a very young, rather attractive, James T. Kirk appeared on the screen. He was wearing a sort of half smile that made a tear come to Deneb's eye. She had always thought his suave half- smile was one of his most endearing traits.
"My beautiful wife," he started, "If you're watching this than you're on a Federation ship, somewhere, and that eases my heart. At least I know you and the kids are in good hands. I added them to the family Bible, you know. They're the only 'D's in there. Make sure you tell them that I love them, and I always will. Don't let them grow up thinking or feeling like they have no father, because I'm here. I've left additional messages for them. You can download them onto a chip, and then keep them on you so, when they're old enough, you can show them. I know they'll turn out just as fabulous as you are, my sweet, sweet Deneb." He paused. Was he choking back tears? Katharine couldn't tell, he was still smiling, but Deneb could. How hard had it been for him to record this message, in the hope that she would someday see it? That it would survive however many years his wife had hopped through? How strong was hope?
"Deneb.I'm finding it hard to do the everyday things I used to do without you now. I can't believe I ever managed without you. But I'll manage again. We're strong people, Deneb, we manage through it all. You're probably feeling just as wretched as I am right now, and I can't blame you. I'll miss you terribly, all the days of the rest of my life. But I'll go on. There's more to the universe then just you and I, Deneb. I told the kids this too. Kirk blood runs in their veins and I know you'll help them to live up to it." And here he stopped for just a second, switching tracks, "Deneb, my love. My wife. I'm circling your star now. It's got a planet circling that kind of reminds me of you. All green and rusty red" Now he stared straight out of the screen, as if he were looking right into her eyes, "I love you Deneb Darling Kirk. I love you with all that I am" And then the picture stilled and it was over.
In a like vein, Star Trek: Voyager and all characters are the sole property of someone other than me.
During those two weeks, almost no one saw hide nor hair of their newest addition. Tom Paris had apparently made a point of going to visit once in a while, but he was the only person that Deneb would speak to. She obediantly went down to Sickbay so the Doctor could go over her again, but she didn't speak the whole time she was there. She refused to answer any of Katharine's calls or invitations, and nobody else was even trying.
So Katharine was surprised when she showed up on the Bridge. She had at least gotten herself a new wardrobe, something more up to date. She had forgone the one piece many women prefered, probably due to her rounding belly, and had gone with an attactive outfit composed of "jeans" and a plain blue "pocket-t." Her issued com badge was securely fastened above her left breast.
"Deneb" Katharine greeted her with a nod of her head.
"Captain" she nodded back, "Could I...see you?" She hesitated, as if she wasn't sure she wanted what she'd come for.
"Of course" Katharine said, "Chakotay, you have the Bridge. This way" Katharine led her off the Bridge and to her enlongated couch.
"You were right" Deneb started, "I could just hear Bones telling me to buck up, and Spock telling me how illogical it was for me to wallow in my 'human' emotions when it didn't get anything done. And Jim...." She closed her eyes, "And Jim would have told me to be strong for the kids" Katharine didn't say anything. She was going to let Deneb find her own way.
"And I have a strong suspicion that those messages waiting for me will tell me just that" She started to get up to go to the computer terminal but Katharine held her back. Deneb gave her a confused look and dropped back down on the couch.
"Deneb, did you get the chance to look up any history on Cap...on Jim?" she asked. The woman would have no idea what had happened to her husband.
"No" she answered slowly, "I thought about it, but...I couldn't. I didn't want to read his obituary" Ah, so she had thought of the fact that he would be dead by now.
"Last I heard, Ambassador Spock was working on Romulus, undercover. Admiral McCoy is retired, on Earth" Deneb nodded. They moved to the terminal and Katharine let her sit in front of it.
"Computer, call up the three messages left for Deneb Darling-Kirk"
"Vocal confirmation from Deneb Darling-Kirk is required to open the files" the computer informed them.
"Computer, this is Deneb Darling-Kirk. Open the files"
"Acknowledged" Three names appeared on the screen.
"Who do you want to start with?" Katharine asked.
"Spock" Deneb answered immediately. A picture of Ambassador Spock, seated, with some kind of plant behind him, appeared.
"That's the Enterprise" Katharine noted. Deneb looked up at her.
"The Enterprise-D" Katharine clarified, "Under Captain Jean-Luc Picard" Deneb nodded and went back to looking at the image.
"He looks so old" she commented softly, "Computer, start playback"
"Deneb. If you are viewing this, then you have hopped again to a Starfleet facility. I hope that they are treating you properly. I must admit that I was...surprised...to see you aboard the Enterprise D. I have forwarded the information to Admiral McCoy." Spock paused, searching for words, "Jim...missed you after you were gone. Things aboard the Enterprise did not return to their previous conditions. Your presence was greatly missed by all, notably by Scotty who often made reference to you until Jim told him to stop." Another pause, "Deneb, I expect you are still pregnant with Jim's children. I hope that the hopping did not hurt the children in any way. I would suggest that you seek out a Vulcan and continue you're meditive postures. I must also encourage you to continue the work you began on the Enterprise. You make an excellent morale officer" Katharine saw her smile. "Live long, and prosper, my friend"
"You do Vulcan meditive postures?" Katharine asked lightly. Deneb nodded.
"Well. I suspect that Tuvok would be willing to work with you" She didn't mention whatever work she had begun on the Enterprise.
"Bones" Deneb said softly, and the image of the old Vulcan was replaced by a picture of an even older Admiral McCoy.
"Bones?" There was shock in her voice. Her hand was drawn to the screen and she tried to caress the deep wrinkles of the friend she had last seen in his prime.
"Oh, Bones, what happened?" Katharine did not bother to point out the obvious.
"Computer, playback" she ordered.
"Well, Neb, where'd you end up?" the old Admiral began, "I got a call from that green-blooded, pointed eared Vulcan saying you popped up on the Enterprise-D. Called it a pit stop. I was on that ship, she's a beauty. Jim would've been jealous" He paused, perhaps realizing he'd just told her that her husband was dead, "Jim.had a good career. Got a little crazy in the middle. You should look it up. Good story to tell the twins about their Dad. Jim added them to his family Bible, you know. You better stick with Damia and Damian now, girly. I'm sorry I won't be there to deliver them, heal all the cuts and bruises and broken bones they're likely to get. And you know they will, between you and Jim" The man kind of chuckled to himself, and Deneb saw that mischievous glint in his blue eyes that hadn't aged a bit. But then it faded a bit and she knew the lecture was about to begin. "Well, girly, what're you going to do now? Don't you go getting all stuffy, like you did here at first. Jim wouldn't give up and I don't expect you to. You're going to need help with those two hellions Damia and Damian are going to be. You keep on with your plays and music. We missed you, girl, but we lived and so will you. You make the best of what you've got" Now he smiled, "I'm proud of you Neb" And then his message was over.
"So short" Deneb sighed, "I could always listen to Bones forever."
"He gave many talks and lectures" Katharine told her, "You could access them"
"It's not the same thing" Deneb sighed, "A lecture would have none of his particular brand of humor, none of his witty banter, sly Spock cuts, his defiant, irrespective wisdom"
"He was a great friend" Katharine didn't have to ask. It was obvious.
"He was a great friend" Deneb repeated, "My greatest friend"
"There's only one more" Katharine reminded her gently. Deneb shook her head.
"I can't" she said, "I can't see him.old." Katharine looked at the stardate attached to the file containing James Kirk's name.
"I don't think you'll have to" she said and pointed. Deneb gave her a bashful look.
"I never did get the hang of stardates" she admitted.
"Computer, run playback" Katharine ordered. She could feel Deneb tense up beside her, but then an image of a very young, rather attractive, James T. Kirk appeared on the screen. He was wearing a sort of half smile that made a tear come to Deneb's eye. She had always thought his suave half- smile was one of his most endearing traits.
"My beautiful wife," he started, "If you're watching this than you're on a Federation ship, somewhere, and that eases my heart. At least I know you and the kids are in good hands. I added them to the family Bible, you know. They're the only 'D's in there. Make sure you tell them that I love them, and I always will. Don't let them grow up thinking or feeling like they have no father, because I'm here. I've left additional messages for them. You can download them onto a chip, and then keep them on you so, when they're old enough, you can show them. I know they'll turn out just as fabulous as you are, my sweet, sweet Deneb." He paused. Was he choking back tears? Katharine couldn't tell, he was still smiling, but Deneb could. How hard had it been for him to record this message, in the hope that she would someday see it? That it would survive however many years his wife had hopped through? How strong was hope?
"Deneb.I'm finding it hard to do the everyday things I used to do without you now. I can't believe I ever managed without you. But I'll manage again. We're strong people, Deneb, we manage through it all. You're probably feeling just as wretched as I am right now, and I can't blame you. I'll miss you terribly, all the days of the rest of my life. But I'll go on. There's more to the universe then just you and I, Deneb. I told the kids this too. Kirk blood runs in their veins and I know you'll help them to live up to it." And here he stopped for just a second, switching tracks, "Deneb, my love. My wife. I'm circling your star now. It's got a planet circling that kind of reminds me of you. All green and rusty red" Now he stared straight out of the screen, as if he were looking right into her eyes, "I love you Deneb Darling Kirk. I love you with all that I am" And then the picture stilled and it was over.