Harry's Perspective

Returning from night shift, I stopped quickly via the mess hall, for a bite to eat. The shifts had been quiet, and therefore boring, with nothing to report or keep me occupied. By the end of it, I was playing an old 20th Century game; 'I spy' with the young Ensign at the helm. So I was glad to be out of there. Neelix saw my arrival and rushed around the kitchen to meet me.

"Good morning, Ensign Kim. Breakfast?" He asked, cheerfully, "We have leftovers" he added the last part, knowing my appreciation of leftover's for breakfast, but I shook my head.

"No, thank, but if you could whip up some eggs…?" but that was as far as I got. Neelix held his index finger to stop me and ran around, obviously rushing to get some kind of egg. I waited around for a few seconds, awkwardly. That was, until I noticed the Red hair of Angela Johnson. I looked around to see if anyone was on their way to her, before striding over there myself.

"May I sit here?" I asked politely, holding my hands behind my back. To most people it looked like I was being a gentleman, but it was really to hide the nerves I was feeling. I was never really comfortable around girls. Except for B'elanna, whom I became friends with back in the Alpha Quadrant. However, she was different. Strictly, a friend, and both of us knew that. Angela looked up from a PADD, to look at me with her green eyes.

"Sure" she smiled, waving her hand in the direction of the chair. She placed the PADD on the glass table and turned in her chair to look at me.

"I know we haven't officially met…" I faltered momentarily, before continuing, "I'm Harry K…."

"Ensign Harry Kim. This was meant to be you're first experience out here in the real world away from Starfleet Academy, but…it didn't go to plan, did it?" she laughed the end part, which broke the ice. I smiled back.

"You seem to have me at a disadvantage. All I really know is you're name and how you got here." I said. "Have you been looking me up, or...?" I eyed the PADD suspiciously, and she noticed. Holding it up, I saw that it was nothing but a fictional story that she had seemed to be half way through reading. I blushed.

"No, I've just heard a lot about you, that's all." She replied. It had been about a week since her arrival on Voyager, and it seemed she had spoken to everyone but me. Then how would she know about me? There was a minute of silence, which was thankfully broken by Neelix, who carried out a plate of Scrambled eggs.

"Not too hot, Not too cold, just the way you like it Ensign." He announced proudly, placing the plate in front of me. I smiled in thanks, as he continued. "Is that everything?" I nodded. "What about you, Miss Johnson, another round of coffee?" she smiled and shook her head.

"No, I better go. Mu…My Captain wants to see me in about 2 hours, and she said to look acceptable, so I better go." She laughed again, which made me notice how she had a really pretty smile.

"she's you're Captain now?" I joked with her. She laughed again, before leaving. I watched her go, and more precisely, I watched how her shoulder length hair bounced as she walked.

"Well, Ensign, I suggest you eat up. Your eggs are going to get cold."

Janeway's Perspective

I sighed as I straightened the creases out of the uniform that lay neatly folded on the glass table of my ready room. I sat down and opened the draws to collect a Comm. badge, which I placed on top of the clothes. It was 08:00 hours, and the senior staff had just received a memo to be in the Mess hall in half an hour. Thinking about it, I realised there was just enough time for one more cup of coffee, trying to ignore the fact I'd already had two today.

I walked up the small step, onto what I liked to refer to as, the 'calm area'. I replicated myself a coffee and sat down on the lounge sweet, staring out at the stars, from a side angle.

The door buzzed, which annoyed me.

"Enter" I called, not letting my eyes come back inside this room. By the footsteps, I gathered it was Chakotay.

"Duty rosters are complete, with the necessary changes." He spoke, confirming my well educated guess. I tore my eyes from the scenery outside and looked at him. He was holding a PADD out to me, so I stood up to retrieve it.

"Do you really think this is a good idea, Chakotay? Giving her a title, a place on this ship?" I whispered, looking for some reassurance.

"She is you're daughter" he said, though his eyes didn't have the same emotion as it usually did. "She's worked hard to get here. What are going to do? Chuck her off the ship? Tell her she has to follow our ion trail to get home?" he mused. I didn't find it funny, nor reassuring. I sighed.

"Im still not convinced it is her." I argued, half-heartedly, turning me back on him and staring out the window again. He came up to stand beside me.

"Kathryn, you hadn't seen her for years, plus she a little older. Yet you were able to tell straight away, who she was. Do you know what people call that?"

"First sign of insanity?" I replied, only half-joking. Chakotay stepping in front of me, preventing my view.

"Mothers intuition. You know your own daughter when you see her, because she is a part of you. You only doubt yourself now, because you're a scientist, so that's what you've been trained to do. But sometimes, you're first thoughts are the most accurate."

I bit my lip, and nodded. "Right then, I suggest we both get to the Mess hall now. We'll be early, but it will give us a chance to set everything up."

"NO, doubt, Neelix had started to decorate, so we better be there, to keep an eye on him" He agreed. The two of us walked out of my ready room and into the main bridge, where Tovak was commanding.

"Captain on the bridge" he announced, letting everyone know that he was no longer the highest ranked officer there. I shook my head.

"Not for long" I replied, and Tovak nodded, allowing Chakotay and I to make our way to the turbo-lift, asking for deck five.

When we arrived at the Mess hall, I half groaned and half gasped. Chakotay was right. Neelix had brought it upon himself to decorate the room in streamers and banners, replicated to say 'congratulations'. My first officer and I exchanged meaningful glances as we moved further in.

"Does she even know what going on, exactly?" I asked him. He shook his head, a cheeky grin appearing on his face.

"No, the rest of the senior staff took a vote, and some of them asked the other officers, and decided that the best course of action was a surprise." He replied. I rolled my eyes and I laughed, knowing my crew well. They would have to be very excited, it's not everyday we have another Starfleet trained officer becoming part of our crew. It would be usually if we were in the Alpha Quadrant though, so I was guessing that this celebration would be a small connection to home.

Angela's perspective

Walking the corridors of Voyager was quite an experience. At times, I could almost remember walking through as a child, and I knew my way, but suddenly I took a corner and was completely lost. I finally, after a long and quite terrifying ordeal, found the turbo-lift and I gratefully stepped into it. Asking for deck five, I waited only one deck, before the doors opened again and in walked a half-klingon woman, wearing a yellow uniform and a disgruntled look. As the doors closed, I took the opportunity to make a new friend. If I could.

"Hi" I began. She looked at me and smiled, raising her eyebrows slightly as she did.

"Hi" she replied, returning her gaze to the lift doors. There was another silence, before I noticed a Gravitic Caliper in her hand; an engineering tool uses gravity to help adjust plasma flow. This one, however, looked to be different.

"Have you modified that to change the effects of gravity?" I asked, bewildered and extremely impressed. She smiled and nodded.

"How did you know?" she asked, sounding equally impressed. I shrugged.

"I had an instructor who showed me one, and how to do that," I pointed to the tool, "I tried but found it too hard to do. Maybe at one time or another, you could show me?" I asked, hoping it would break the ice. I obviously succeeded. She smiled and honest smile this time, and nodded.

"Yea, I suppose I could." She agreed. I grinned back at her

"Are you going to Deck five, Mess hall?" I asked her; again, kinda worried I was asking too many questions. However, it didn't seem to bother her.

"Yeah, all the senior staff was asked to go there. Actually, im running a little late Obviously, you were invited" she replied, but this time she didn't maintain eye contact, giving me the feeling she wasn't being exactly honest with me. I wanted to continue our small talk, and I had already decided to make the next point of topic a small pendant around the woman's neck. However, I changed my mind, as she frowned dangerously, obviously impatient for the life doors to open.

We reached the corridor leading into Mess Hall and made our way through into the room, where I gasped. The whole room was covered in streamers, banners, and most of all, people. It looked amazing, with everyone talking and socialising, most with a drink in their hands. I saw the Captain laughing with a Crewman I remembered from Dry Docks. I also noticed Tom the Helmsman and Harry whom I met this morning talking in depth about something obviously very important to them. I saw B'Elanna walk past me; wave me a hasty goodbye, before joining them. I walked in, seemingly unnoticed, until I heard Neelix's voice cry out.

"She's here!" and everyone stopped where they were to look at me. It was a very unpleasant feeling. The Captain walked through the crowd to shake my hand and smile at me.

"Well, now that our guest of honour has arrived, we shall wait no longer." She moved into the middle of the room and signalled for me to do the same. The obvious look of major confusion and almost fear made some people laugh, including the First Officer, Chakotay, and Crewman Foster, a security officer I met on my second day.

"It is not often that we are able to welcome a new person into our family. It is even more rare to welcome someone who has Training from Starfleet. Angela Johnson means more to people here today, than most people realise. Not only is she a fine addition to our crew, she is also a connection to home. A hope that our families have not forgotten us, and are still striving to help bring us home. With that note, I ask you all to raise our glasses, For hope, and for Junior Lieutenant Johnson" everyone raised their glasses, and I smiled at them, until the words began to sink in. Did she just say junior lieutenant? A rank usually reserved for people who had command experience? I knew the role of the lieutenant. And I also knew that a junior Lt. was someone who had impressed their commanding officer enough, but had yet to take the test to become a proper Lt. But whether I was junior or not, I had the same rights, responsibilities and pull of rank as a proper Lt. This made me laugh even harder, as people everyone drank on behalf of me and the hope I brought.

"Angela Johnson. You are hereby a member of the Federation Starship Voyager. Our aim is simple; to get home. You're responsibility; to bring whatever talents you have to help us achieve the aim. Good luck Lt. Have a good night, everyone" She raised her glass one more time, before leaving to spotlight. Everyone gave a polite applause as she left, before turning to continue the conversations they were previously. I disappeared about half way through the party, to change into the red officer's uniform the Captain had given me. I noticed the way the material clung, acting like a second skin, and not restricting any of my movements. In addition, it was warm. I tied my hair into a high ponytail at the top of my head and exchanged my heels for black leather boots. Smiling at my reflection on the mirror, I rushed back to the party.