"I know and I understand what you're telling me. It's going to be hard for you but you're just going to have to deal with it," Janeway said, standing up and putting her hands on her desk of her ready room.

"How can you say that to me?" Sam asked putting her own hands on her hips. "We're stuck out here because-"

"So you would rather I left the Ocompa to the Kazon, left the technology just to get this ship home?"

Sam crossed her arms, "of course not."

"Then I guess were done." The captain sat back down and began to read a PADD, Sam opened her mouth to say something else then threw up her arms and walked out of the ready room deciding to wait until she got to her quarters before she punched something. The journey was a blur until she determinately walked into her quarters and looked at the mess she had left it in that morning when she had been looking for some socks. Suddenly she didn't feel so angry.

"Screw that," she said walking out of the room and back into the corridor. She walked into the turbo lift suddenly feeling very hungry and went towards the mess hall. She walked inside to find an engineer looking at the replicator.

"Are you looking for the mess hall?" He asked turning around.

"Yes, actually."

"Deck 2, the captain's private dinning room has been converted to a galley."

She nodded and turned around back into the turbo lift.

She walked into the mess hall and looked around. There were 2 groups of people, they regarded her some shrugged and carried on eating. She took some rations from the counter and made to sit down in the corner.

"No point in sitting alone," a friendly voice said from one of the tables she stopped and forced a smile. "Sam isn't it?"

"Yes," she said awkwardly standing in the middle of the mess hall.

"Well, come on sit down, we don't bite."

She felt like they were treating her like a 6 year old. "I'm okay, thanks though," she went and sat down turning her back on the looks she was sure they would be exchanging on the table.

Sam looked down at the stars under her feet through the force field. She was in a store room on the bottom deck of the ship, behind a cargo holder looking through a window below her. Suddenly she felt a tight hand on her arm.

"What are you doing here?" asked an angry female voice. She ignored it. "Hey," said the woman softly releasing the grip once she realized Sam had been crying. She quickly wiped away the tears on her cheeks with the back of her hand.

"I'm going," Sam said getting ready to get up.

"Is it the captain?" asked the woman. Sam nodded.

"Well I'm Seska," The woman said crouching next to her.

"Yeah, my dad was, well is Marquis," said Sam.

"Really," said Seska sounding surprised but intrigued.

"Yes, Jonathan Troi," said Sam.

"But you have the Janeway name?" she asked.

Sam smiled almost secretively, "yes."

"Okay, well I have to go back to work now," said Seska getting up and leaving.

"What are you doing here?" asked Janeway, she immediately regretted her tone of voice when Sam's body tensed in defense.

"Nothing, thinking in private," said Sam. The captain got the hint but didn't take it.

"Why didn't you answer your combadge?"

"I didn't feel like it," said Sam, nodding towards a combadge lying on the floor a few feet away. Janeway was angry, but forced herself to keep cool. She sat next to Sam, who edged away slightly. Janeway moved her head to look into her nieces eyes.

"Why do you hate me?" Janeway asked simply. Sam looked away then forced herself to look back into her eyes which were searching her face for something. She had always felt intimidated by her aunt who seemed to be able to read her mind just by looking at her.

She shrugged, "I don't hate you, I hate-" she trailed off.

"Who?"

"I don't know," she said climbing out of the shelf and awkwardly over Janeway.

Janeway sighed as soon as the doors slid closed.