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"Good morning, Jonna, good morning Captain", Seven greeted her young student and her mother.
"Good morning, auntie Seven!", Jonna exclaimed and then squealed, when her godmother picked her up and kissed her on the forehead, "Ugh, I am too old for that, I have been four for a week, now! Let me down, everybody can see." She struggled to get down. Seven released her, laughing. "Are Miral and Taran here, yet?" Not waiting for an answer she ran into the classroom and enthusiastically greeted her classmates.
"Good morning to you, too, Seven!", said Captain Kathryn Janeway smiling and quickly hugged her former student. Seven had come a long way from the former drone to the now well respected member of her crew. Even though she still was very crisp and efficient while dealing with adults, her three students had grown to love her. In fact, ever since she agreed to take up teaching Voyager's youngest crew members, she showed a part of her character, that nobody had believed she possessed. She was teaching the children with love and great care and even a greater deal of patience. She would gently repeat how to solve a special math problem to Taran, the slowest learner of the three, without ever showing signs of frustration. With the help of the children, she even had learned to laugh.
"Oh, I almost forgot!", the clear voice of Kathryn's daughter reached their ears, seconds later it's owner was back to hug her mother and kiss her goodbye, after carefully making sure that nobody else was watching, of course.
Kathryn was chuckling at what she saw and caught Seven's amused glance, which clearly said: "She truly is her mother's child."
"Have a good day in school, honey. And JJ?"
Her daughter was already halfway in the classroom. She stopped and turned around. "Yes?"
"Please behave."
"But, Mama", was the indignant reply, "I always do!"
"Don't worry, Captain, I will watch her closely." Seven smiled, though her mouth trembled ever so slightly. She wasn't that sure about it, and rightfully so. Ever since Jonna learned how to walk, she escaped her teachers three times a week at least. Kathryn could have sworn that her daughter knew the ship better than her and also the weaknesses of her teachers.
On her strolls, Jonna was known to walk slowly, almost reverently, watching everything and everyone intently with her round and shining sapphire-blue eyes, as if to check up on them. She was always treated with respect, more out of habit, as many had the feeling that the Captain was watching them and not just some small four-year old. The crew later would laugh and joke about this, saying what else to expect from the first born child of the Captain and the First Officer.
Most of the times, Miral, Jonna's best friend and daughter of Lieutenants Tom Paris and B'Elanna Torres, would come along. Then they usually were running along the corridors, cheeks rosy and their hair flowing behind them. People were getting used to jump out of the way of the passing whirlwind shaking their heads at the two children.
Their walks would always end on the bridge. If Captain Janeway was there, she would shake her head at the two, call their teacher and then take the fugitives to where they belonged, walking them to their class room in silence as she tried to hide her amusement behind her stern captain's mask.
Most of the time, Captain Janeway would be in her ready room when the children arrived. Jonna and Miral would then run to their daddies, bouncing up and down on their father's knees some seconds later.
Exactly ten minutes after their arrival the Captain would appear (Chakotay was pretty sure that Kathryn knew exactly when the girls appeared on the bridge and deliberately waited some time so that the girls and the bridge crew could have some fun), and chide the adults for keeping the children's teacher worried, as if Seven or anybody else wouldn't be used to it by now, and tell them that children were not supposed to be on the bridge. The fathers as well as the girls would hang their heads, while Kathryn would unsuccessfully try not to smile. She would then accompany the children back to their teacher.
Smiling, Captain Janeway turned and headed towards the bridge. Thinking about today, she barely acknowledged Ensign Harry Kim's enthusiastic "Good morning, Captain!". As she sat down in her chair, Kathryn exchanged a worried look with her husband and Voyager's XO Commander Chakotay. Voyager had run very low on food supplies. Their supply on dilithium wasn't much better. If they didn't found an M-class planet within the next 40 hours, their situation would be very grave.
"Captain!", Harry Kim piped with such excitement that suddenly all eyes of the bridge crew were drawn to him.
"Yes, Mr. Kim?"
Harry swallowed hard due the attention he was receiving and replied with a much calmer voice: "The sensors have picked up a small planet in a system 10 light years away, it is M-class and it seems to be inhabitant by an intelligent race. A space station is orbiting the planet. The atmosphere is strange, though..."
"What is so strange about it, Ensign?"
"Sorry, Captain, I can't really figure out this data, yet."
"Well, keep on it, Mr. Kim. Lieutenant Paris, get us there, warp 7."
"Aye, Captain!" Harry and Tom said in unison.
TBC...
