Just One More Day
Disclaimer: I do not own star trek or it's characters, but Katrina's all mine.
A/N: I would like to apologize for taking so long to post, but I had a case of writer's block combined with school and other assorted stuff. I've gotten past the writer's block and have some more free time, so I should be putting chapters up more regularly. I also want to warn you in advance, technobabble is not my thing, so don't kill me if I get the technobabble wrong sometimes. Thanks and enjoy!
Chapter 11
As soon as he saw Janeway, he began to run to her. She ran towards him as well, and they met halfway. Chakotay grabbed her into a hug and spun her around, he was so happy to see her. After spinning and putting her feet back onto the ground, they kissed. Neither wanted to stop but they needed air and saw people beginning to crowd them. Neither blushed as the crowd watched, as they once might have, both too happy to see each other too care.
Tom was slower making his discent and walked alongside Katrina. She watched her mother embrace Chakotay and smiled. Once they made it to the bottom, Tom looked around, recognizing many of the people. The first person that ran to him was Harry, excited as ever.
"Tom, it's good to see you," Harry told them enthusiastically, giving him a hug.
"Good to see you, too Harry."
"Katrina, what did I tell you?" harry asked the girl.
"That this time it was really them. I know, but you've said that every time you've seen a comet," she answered but he didn't seem to care.
More and more people drew to the town square, to see if the rumors were true. As they came, they were amazed to find Tom and Chakotay, and even more amazed to find they hadn't aged a day. The children gathered around to see what the fus was all about, fascinated by the newcomers.
"We have a lot to discuss," Kathryn told Chakotay.
"I agree with you on that." He smiled at her and she melted, then smiled back. Chakotay could see it was his favorite "Janeway smile," even if it was a tad rusty.
They stared into each other's eyes, holding each other's gaze, but then Kathryn and all the people around him disappeared. All except for Tom.
They looked at one another, confused.
"Did that really happen?" Tom asked.
"It seemed real enough," Chakotay answered, "but what I want to know is where every one went."
They looked around and Tom noticed the sun was bright, and coming from the opposite direction.
"I think it's morning."
"Morning?" Chakotay asked. "How could it be morning?"
"Beats me. I'm a pilot, not a scientist."
Chakotay got out his tricorder, scanning for life signs. He found some and smiled.
"Somehow they moved from here to inside each of those building," he told Tom.
"Well then, I guess it's time we give some door-to-door wake up calls."
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Naomi and Katrina were playing out in the field beyond the hill, out of sight of the sleeping town. Both girls knew they weren't supposed to be up this early and weren't supposed to be playing up here by themselves, but they wanted to explore and knew that when the town woke up, they'd be too busy with chores and watching the young children. Sometimes she hated being the oldest child —except for Naomi, Kendra, the newest generation of Ocampa, and T'Lana who tended to keep more to herself — because all the other children were so much younger than her.
"Naomi, do you remember Voyager?" Katrina asked from no where.
"Not really," Naomi admitted. "Sometimes, when the adults talk about it, I can almost picture it, but then it's gone. Why?"
"I don't know. I've just been thinking about it a lot recently. Do you really think it's coming?"
"Truthfully, no. It's been fifteen years. If Chakotay, Tom, and Tuvok managed to regain control of Voyager, they would have been here by now."
"Yeah, I was thinking the same thing." Both sighed and let the silence engulf them. It's so peaceful up here in the mornings, she told herself. I can't imagine what it's like to live on a starship. I don't see why anyone would want to confide themselves to living in metal ship, breathing recycled air. Although, it would be nice to meet my father . . .
She sighed, trying not to think of how much she wanted to meet her father. That's one thing both she and Naomi had in common, and one thing they wished more than anything to change.
"Come on," Katrina said, standing up, "we should head back before they noticed we're gone." Naomi stood up, but then stopped, reaching fo her head. "Naomi, are you OK?"
"Ugh, it's just a headache," she told her. Naomi looked up, meaning to look at Naomi but instead looked straight ahead.
She gasped, causing Katrina to look where she was. She gasped too, in disbelief.
In front of them, out of nowhere appeared a shuttle craft. Walking towards it, she read the writing in amazement.
"N-C-C-7-4-6-5-6/1. USS Voyager."
Katrina looked over to Naomi knowingly. Their escape was imminent, so why was it they felt like this was just more false hope?"
To Be Continued . . .