Chakotay's perspective
Taking a glance at Kathryn's empty chair I sat down in my usual seat. Though I had full rights to sit in the Captain chair when I had control of the ship, I just never felt comfortable taking her seat. Because there was nothing really to do on the bridge (all the control stations were still unresponsive), I had the whole room basically to myself, giving me time to think.
Kathryn and I had grown quite close during time on the ship, to the point where we could almost guess what the other would say or do. This situation, however, was completely different. Kathryn, who had only ever spoken of a broken relationship with her ex-fiancée, mark, and her father who was an admiral at the academy, seemed very uncomfortable whenever Angela was in the room, or being spoken of. I wondered whether that was because she was worried people would find out about them, or whether she didn't trust her daughter, or her heart. So many reasons, that suddenly I felt like an outsider; like the person and relationship that existed within the first few months in the delta quadrant.
It just…blew my mind. Kathryn Janeway had a daughter…that daughter was born eight years ago…that daughter is 18 years old. Too many things happened too quickly, and it was blowing my mind. I scratched my eyebrow and groaned, wishing to go back a few days and warn my earlier self of the storm clouds on the horizon. 'too late, I guess'. The small voice in the back of my brain reminded me, bringing me back to realitly.
The door leading from the turbolift opened and I turned in my seat to see Tom Paris enter, phaser in hand.