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Deeply saddened that Starfleet Academy has been cancelled… but not surprised
I will try and do my best to share some of the other fic ideas I have with you all but I fear the cancellation will deter new fans to check out the show and I may lose my own sense of inspiration to write more of these characters
Starfleet Academy Fanfiction
Nahla injuries herself in a way that would be unusual for anyone but Nahla Ake
Genre: Humor
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/81463516
Nahla Ake couldn’t sleep.
This wasn’t a remarkably rare occurrence and, truth be told, she really didn’t need that much sleep to begin with. Nevertheless, sleep eluded her in a way that was becoming an annoyance. She let out a loud sigh of frustration and flipped onto her stomach, pulling the blankets over her head.
Not for the first time in her long life, she wished she were a cat. Able to sleep wherever she wanted, spending her afternoons basking in the warmth of Earth’s sun. Maybe a lioness, lounging carefree in a tree full of winding branches. It had been years since she’d slept in a tree.
With a flurry of movement she pushed herself up from the bed and flung the blankets from her head with a sudden realization.
She just might know of a tree she could sleep in.
Minutes later she found herself in the main Atrium of the Athena, staring up at the cherry blossom tree. It was the middle of the night and she hadn’t come across anyone on her journey, something she was mildly disappointed about. She loved to see the mischievous shennans that come with the youth of her promising cadets.
She yawned and stretched before starting her ascent into the tree. It wasn’t a very tall tree, but everything seemed tall compared to her spritely stature. Near the top she found a perfect branch and nestled herself into the curve where it met the main trunk. She closed her eyes, letting one of her legs dangle off the side in a gentle sway.
Only a few moments had passed when she heard an ominous creaking sound. Her eyes flew open as she felt the branch shift beneath her.
Then, there was another, louder crack.
“Oh no….”
~
Cadet Master Lura Thok respected bedtime. She knew the importance of being well rested in order to always be in peak physical form should the call to battle arise.
Commander Jett Reno also respected bedtime. Well, she respected Lura’s bedtime. For Jett, she always struggled to sleep when they weren’t in space. She scrolled through her padd, looking over her notes for the next lesson she had planned for the first years. The silence of their room was broken by a quiet voice coming from somewhere near Lura’s side of the bed.
“Lura, are you there? Please come in.”
The voice was a strained whisper but no less recognizable. It was Chancellor Nahla Ake.
She didn’t speak with any particular urgency or concern but there was definitely something odd with the way she sounded. And Jett knew she’d only wake Lura if it was some kind of emergency. At least, she hoped that was the case.
Jett cleared her throat loudly as the Chancellor’s voice came through again.
“Nahla to Lura, please don’t make me call Kelrec.”
Lura grunted, coming to consciousness with a level of instant alertness Jett envied.
“Chancellor, what is it?”
“Yes! Lura, I need you in the atrium. Now. Don’t use the transporter and come alone.”
Lura was already moving and Jett’s curiosity was too piqued to not start moving with her.
“She said to come alone.”
“It’s the middle of the night and the Chancellor needs your help in the atrium? There’s no way I’m not coming with you to see whatever she’s up to.”
Lura sighed as she finished pulling on her boots.
“Fine. Lura to the Chancellor. Reno is coming with me.”
~
Lura and Jett arrived to the completely empty atrium a few minutes later. There was no sign of the Chancellor anywhere and, for a moment, Jett was worried this was some kind of prank that she was certain Lura would not find funny.
“Chancellor?”
Lura’s voice was as much of a whisper as she could manage as she looked around.
“Up here.”
They both approached the tree the voice came from and looked up.
Nahla Ake was hanging from a tree branch by her ankle which was caught in the space between two branches. She grinned at them and gave a small wave which Jett returned with a puzzled, but not quite surprised, look.
“And how did you get up there?!”
Lura’s voice had an exasperated bite to it.
“I couldn’t sleep. Started thinking about cats sleeping in trees. Thought I’d try sleeping in a tree. The tree fought back.”
Lura stepped up to the tree, getting a closer look at her superior officer’s unusual predicament. She could just barely reach Nahla’s head but could see that the way her foot was caught was going to make it difficult to get her down. She looked over to Reno.
“Can you get her down?”
“Yeah, give me just a minute and I’ll have the transpo”
“No! No transporter. I don’t want it showing in the logs.”
“Since when do you care about the official logs?”
“Since now. Will you two just help get me down the old fashioned way?”
Jett put her hands up in surrender and Lura let out a guff of air.
“I don’t know how you expect me to get you down when I can’t even reach your head properly.”
Jett had a vision from her childhood and closed her eyes in anticipation.
“I have a terrible idea.”
~
Before she fully knew how or why, Jett Reno found herself perched on Lura’s shoulders and slowly trying to reach their Chancellor who was stuck in a tree. If she could just lift Nahla up enough so she could get her foot free, they should be golden. She easily pushed her up by the shoulders. As soon she was able to move, Nahla let out a sharp hiss as she tried to dislodge her foot.
“What was that?”
“It was nothing.”
“Didn’t sound like nothing. It sounded like it hurt.”
Jett easily kept her balance as Nahla continued to shift herself free, small grunts of obvious pain coming from her every few seconds.
“Pretty sure the branch isn’t the only thing that snapped.”
She was finally able to get her foot free, something the three of them did not fully think through because her trapped foot was the only thing helping her defy gravity and without it… well the gravity always won.
One moment she was halfway up a tree, holding up the tiny frame of her Captain, the next they were all on the ground.
Lura recovered first, getting up and moving to pull the Chancellor to her feet. She easily hoisted the smaller woman up but Nahla let out another groan of pain, putting her full weight on Lura as she avoided putting any on her right leg.
“Thanks Number One. If you could just help me back to my quarters that would-”
“Abosultely not. You need sickbay.”
“Yeah, Chancellor, I don’t think even Lanthanite legs are supposed to bend in that direction.”
Nahla winced as she gingerly tried to put weight on her leg and bowed her head in defeat.
“Fine. Nahla to the Doctor.”
“Please state the nature of the emergency.”
The Doctor appeared before them and immediately frowned as he took in the scene before him.
“Well, I must say, this is not what I was expecting to find on a middle of the night house call. That leg is most definitely broken. Computer, four to beam directly to sickbay.”
Nahla had tried to tell herself it wasn’t that bad. She thought that maybe once she was free of the vice like grip of the tree branch she might find that the loud snap she had heard after the branch gave way had not been one of her bones after all.
The moment Reno had helped support her body weight she knew that had been wishful thinking. Now she was sitting in the last place she had wanted to end up, a biobed in the Athena’s main sickbay with the Doctor fussing over her with an unending lecture.
“I’m not sure how you managed something like this during a time where most people would be sleeping but I must say this is a very impressive break.”
Nahla closed her eyes and laid her head back.
“Uhhh, Chancellor. All this fun has me actually ready to sleep for a change, can Lura and I…”
“You and the Cadet Master are free to go. I’ll have the Chancellor fixed and on her way in no time.”
Nahla cracked open one eye to give the Doctor a look as Reno and Lura made their quick retreat from the room. She opened her eyes fully and looked around as the Doctor moved to grab one of his many medical instruments. Her mind wandered through the past as she thought of all the technological achievements they had made in the field of medicine over the last millennia. Broken bones were mended in a matter of minutes in the current age but she had heard of a time in ancient earth days where they would have to encase in the limb in hard plaster and let the bone heal naturally.
She always wondered what it must have been like in the days before modern medicine. She wondered what it felt like to experience your bones heal themselves in real time. It was something she’d never experienced. Something new. A rarer and rarer occurrence in her long life.
The Doctor approached, ready to heal her bones in an instant.
“Wait! Doctor. How familiar are you with ancient Earth medicine?”
~
~
The next morning Lura Thok entered the Chancellor’s office. She found said Chancellor sprawled on her chaise reading through an incident file for one of their cadets.
“What is that?”
Nahla didn’t look up from her padd. She knew exactly what Lura was asking about and was thrilled that her shennan was about to start again.
“What’s what?”
“That thing on your leg.”
“You mean my cast?”
“Your what?”
Nahla put the padd down and pulled her glasses off. She sat up with some difficulty and knocked on the solid purple cast that completely encased her right leg.
“It’s a cast. A form of ancient Earth medicine to help with the natural healing of a broken bone.”
Lura gave her a look that was not amused.
“Was the Doctor unable to heal your leg properly?”
Nahla scooched to the edge of the chair and looked up at her first officer.
“I asked him to do it this way instead. I’ve never let a bone heal naturally. Isn’t that an exciting thing to have never experienced something?”
“And how long does this antiquated form of medicine take to heal?”
“The Doctor wasn’t sure as he doesn’t have any first hand experience with it, but from what we've been able to find, usually about 6 weeks.”
“6 WEEKS?! Chancellor, this is unreasonable, even for you. Why on Earth would you- and what is that??”
She had sat down next to Nahla and was getting a closer look at what appeared to be some kind of graffiti taking up a spot on the side of the cast.
“Well, I also read that it was an ancient tradition to have one’s peers and acquaintances sign the cast with well wishes for a quick recovery. I made the Doctor go first.”
Nahla watched Lura tilt her head to read the short message written in a neat script.
“Enjoy the Slow Healing”
Lura gave her an incredulous look and Nahla shrugged her shoulders with a laugh before rummaging around her tunic and pulling out a black marker and holding it out to the cadet master.
“Sign my cast, Number One?”
“I’m not writing on your self inflicted torture device.”
“Pleassse?”
“I don’t even know what to say.”
“It doesn’t have to be a message. You can just sign your name.”
Nahla looked up at her with pleading eyes.
“I could make it an order?”
Lura scoffed and nabbed the marker from her.
“Fine.”
She only wrote 2 characters before handing it back to Nahla who craned her neck to see a tiny “#1” scribbled near the Doctor’s message. She beamed, satisfied. Lura stood, straightening her uniform as she scrolled through the day’s schedule.
“We’ve got a lot to do today which brings me to my next query. How are you going to walk with that ridiculous thing on your leg?”
Nahla hadn’t quite had her fill of teasing her first officer and thought up something she knew would get her going again. She kept her voice light, and overly innocent.
“Well, as my first officer, it’s your duty to carry me wherever I go.”
To really seal the deal, she lifted her arms out to Lura. She was not amused.
Nahla sighed and pulled the two crutches the Doctor had replicated for her out.
“Apparently these make it possible to keep weight off my leg while still allowing me full mobility to go about my everyday life. Though, I do find them rather uncomfortable if I’m being honest.”
Nahla struggled to her feet, noticing the way Lura seemed to purposely not notice this struggle. A sign of her disapproval with her antics. The crutches were Nahla’s least favorite part of the experience so far and she was convinced the Doctor had replicated them wrong on purpose because there was no way the humans of ancient Earth dealt with this level of discomfort for weeks on end.
She finally got herself situated and balanced.
“Lead the way, Number One.”
~
~
“I don’t understand. Why would you chose to incapacitate yourself in such an unnecessary and compromising way.”
Kelrec helped her down the steps into his office, her crutches tucked under his other arm awkwardly. She hobbled to the couch and laid back across the cushions.
“And what is the purpose of the writing on the surface of the, what was it you called it?”
“A cast. And it’s meant to be a way to show support and well wishes for the injured.”
He moved to his tea station, a move Nahla recognized as a defensive mechanism, a safety tether in the face of unknown problems, usually Nahla related. He set a cup in front of her and sat on the couch next to her feet. She lifted her broken leg and shuffled closer to him with minor difficulty.
“It doesn’t have to be a full message. Some people just wrote their name. Or drew a picture.”
“I don’t draw.”
“How about your name? You know how to spell that, don’t you?”
He set his own cup down with an exasperated sigh.
“Of course I know how to spell my- that’s not the point. Nahla, why are you doing this?”
She pulled herself into a more upright position and pulled out her marker, struggling to bend her leg in a way she could reach.
“Kelrec, when you get to be my age, there are few things that you get to experience for the first time. And when you have so much time in the world, it’s exciting to look back on the past and experience new things that were once the everyday norm for humanity. Don’t you find it even a little bit fascinating that even a time where their medicine was archaic, humans were able to fix a broken bone by letting time heal it naturally? Especially in a time when their time was so limited to begin with.”
Kelrec eyed her carefully before leaning over and taking the marker from her. He marked her cast quickly and handed the marker back to her. She looked at what he had drawn in confusion before looking to him questioningly.
“It’s a teacup.”
Nahla looked again and smiled.
~
~
2 weeks later and Nahla sat in her office, restlessly trying to get comfortable on her chaise. It had been fun at first but she had grown tired of the cast and especially of the crutches. She wasn’t ready to admit it to the Doctor yet, though. He had given her such grief for even suggesting the idea and said she wouldn’t even last 1 week before begging him to take it off. She was too stubborn to give him the satisfaction of being right.
Of course, her leg wasn’t actually broken anymore. The Doctor only agreed to her “childish request” if she allowed him to heal her leg properly before putting the cast on. She could have the full human experience of a healing broken bone but without any risk of lasting medical damage.
She pulled her leg up next to her and examined all the notes and drawings that had been left for her.
There was a slew of “get well soon” messages and lots of plain signatures but there were some original gems as well. Her favorite was the tiny warp core Caleb had scribbled next to his name and the Talaxian Furfly specialist Krebs had attempted to draw with pretty impressive success. She was nearly out of space though, and the novelty of it was definitely wearing off.
She suddenly felt an itch somewhere on her leg beneath the cast. She tried reaching it but it was just too far down. She looked around for something to extend her reach to scratch it but only found her crutches on the floor and uniform jacket draped behind her.
Then she spotted her commbadge and the sharp points of the extended Starfleet logo looked enticing enough that they just might do the trick. She plucked it from her jacket and carefully slid her hand into the top of the cast. The badge was just long enough to touch the itch and she groaned with relief as she gently scratched at it.
She needed to get a little deeper and moved the badge to the very tip of her fingers when she let it slide too far and she felt it slip from her fingers and out of reach.
“Uuugggh”
She fell back against the chaise in defeat.
“Computer, please send the Doctor to my office.”
The Doctor appeared a moment later.
“14 days, 2 hours, and…. 8 minutes.”
He looked at her smugly and she pulled her uncasted leg up, resting her chin on it.
“This isn’t me giving up.”
“I told you the novelty was going to wear off.”
She felt the itch return and needed the cast off immediately.
“Yes, yes you were right. Though I did remember you saying I wouldn’t last more than a week. And not to mention, I think you replicated those crutches wrong, I swear I’m going to have bruises under my arms.”
The Doctor let out a quiet hmmph of amusement before sitting down next to her and pulling out a small instrument.
“Now, my research tells me the phsicians of the past would use a mechanical spinning saw to remove the casts but I’m afraid that’s beyond what even I’m willing to entertain. So this laser scalpel will have to do.”
Nahla positioned herself in a way that allowed the Doctor easy access to her leg.
“Did you know some humans used to actually keep the cast once removed as some strange memento.”
She did know.
“Oh, don’t cut through that drawing please.”
He eyed her suspiciously but adjusted his position, quickly cutting two slits on either side of the cast and gently pulling it apart. There was a small clatter as her commbadge fell to the ground.
The Doctor looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
“Do I want to know?”
“Casts are itchy.”
He did a quick scan of her leg before handing her the pieces of the cast and standing.
“You’re officially healed. I don’t suppose you’re ready to tell me how you broke your leg?”
Nahla held the two pieces of her cast together, smiling at the notes and drawings now that she could really see them properly. She gave the Doctor a twinkling smile.
Toying with a follow up to this following the cadets. Specifically that Nahla initially doesn’t want to use the transporters because one of the menial labor assignments for one of the cadets was cataloging transporter logs
Not that she actually cares much about them knowing what happened but she does know Lura wouldn’t appreciate the cadets finding any footage of the incident. And she wants them to EARN the right to figure it out.
Starfleet Academy Fanfiction
Nahla injuries herself in a way that would be unusual for anyone but Nahla Ake
Genre: Humor
AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/81463516
Nahla Ake couldn’t sleep.
This wasn’t a remarkably rare occurrence and, truth be told, she really didn’t need that much sleep to begin with. Nevertheless, sleep eluded her in a way that was becoming an annoyance. She let out a loud sigh of frustration and flipped onto her stomach, pulling the blankets over her head.
Not for the first time in her long life, she wished she were a cat. Able to sleep wherever she wanted, spending her afternoons basking in the warmth of Earth’s sun. Maybe a lioness, lounging carefree in a tree full of winding branches. It had been years since she’d slept in a tree.
With a flurry of movement she pushed herself up from the bed and flung the blankets from her head with a sudden realization.
She just might know of a tree she could sleep in.
Minutes later she found herself in the main Atrium of the Athena, staring up at the cherry blossom tree. It was the middle of the night and she hadn’t come across anyone on her journey, something she was mildly disappointed about. She loved to see the mischievous shennans that come with the youth of her promising cadets.
She yawned and stretched before starting her ascent into the tree. It wasn’t a very tall tree, but everything seemed tall compared to her spritely stature. Near the top she found a perfect branch and nestled herself into the curve where it met the main trunk. She closed her eyes, letting one of her legs dangle off the side in a gentle sway.
Only a few moments had passed when she heard an ominous creaking sound. Her eyes flew open as she felt the branch shift beneath her.
Then, there was another, louder crack.
“Oh no….”
~
Cadet Master Lura Thok respected bedtime. She knew the importance of being well rested in order to always be in peak physical form should the call to battle arise.
Commander Jett Reno also respected bedtime. Well, she respected Lura’s bedtime. For Jett, she always struggled to sleep when they weren’t in space. She scrolled through her padd, looking over her notes for the next lesson she had planned for the first years. The silence of their room was broken by a quiet voice coming from somewhere near Lura’s side of the bed.
“Lura, are you there? Please come in.”
The voice was a strained whisper but no less recognizable. It was Chancellor Nahla Ake.
She didn’t speak with any particular urgency or concern but there was definitely something odd with the way she sounded. And Jett knew she’d only wake Lura if it was some kind of emergency. At least, she hoped that was the case.
Jett cleared her throat loudly as the Chancellor’s voice came through again.
“Nahla to Lura, please don’t make me call Kelrec.”
Lura grunted, coming to consciousness with a level of instant alertness Jett envied.
“Chancellor, what is it?”
“Yes! Lura, I need you in the atrium. Now. Don’t use the transporter and come alone.”
Lura was already moving and Jett’s curiosity was too piqued to not start moving with her.
“She said to come alone.”
“It’s the middle of the night and the Chancellor needs your help in the atrium? There’s no way I’m not coming with you to see whatever she’s up to.”
Lura sighed as she finished pulling on her boots.
“Fine. Lura to the Chancellor. Reno is coming with me.”
~
Lura and Jett arrived to the completely empty atrium a few minutes later. There was no sign of the Chancellor anywhere and, for a moment, Jett was worried this was some kind of prank that she was certain Lura would not find funny.
“Chancellor?”
Lura’s voice was as much of a whisper as she could manage as she looked around.
“Up here.”
They both approached the tree the voice came from and looked up.
Nahla Ake was hanging from a tree branch by her ankle which was caught in the space between two branches. She grinned at them and gave a small wave which Jett returned with a puzzled, but not quite surprised, look.
“And how did you get up there?!”
Lura’s voice had an exasperated bite to it.
“I couldn’t sleep. Started thinking about cats sleeping in trees. Thought I’d try sleeping in a tree. The tree fought back.”
Lura stepped up to the tree, getting a closer look at her superior officer’s unusual predicament. She could just barely reach Nahla’s head but could see that the way her foot was caught was going to make it difficult to get her down. She looked over to Reno.
“Can you get her down?”
“Yeah, give me just a minute and I’ll have the transpo”
“No! No transporter. I don’t want it showing in the logs.”
“Since when do you care about the official logs?”
“Since now. Will you two just help get me down the old fashioned way?”
Jett put her hands up in surrender and Lura let out a guff of air.
“I don’t know how you expect me to get you down when I can’t even reach your head properly.”
Jett had a vision from her childhood and closed her eyes in anticipation.
“I have a terrible idea.”
~
Before she fully knew how or why, Jett Reno found herself perched on Lura’s shoulders and slowly trying to reach their Chancellor who was stuck in a tree. If she could just lift Nahla up enough so she could get her foot free, they should be golden. She easily pushed her up by the shoulders. As soon she was able to move, Nahla let out a sharp hiss as she tried to dislodge her foot.
“What was that?”
“It was nothing.”
“Didn’t sound like nothing. It sounded like it hurt.”
Jett easily kept her balance as Nahla continued to shift herself free, small grunts of obvious pain coming from her every few seconds.
“Pretty sure the branch isn’t the only thing that snapped.”
She was finally able to get her foot free, something the three of them did not fully think through because her trapped foot was the only thing helping her defy gravity and without it… well the gravity always won.
One moment she was halfway up a tree, holding up the tiny frame of her Captain, the next they were all on the ground.
Lura recovered first, getting up and moving to pull the Chancellor to her feet. She easily hoisted the smaller woman up but Nahla let out another groan of pain, putting her full weight on Lura as she avoided putting any on her right leg.
“Thanks Number One. If you could just help me back to my quarters that would-”
“Abosultely not. You need sickbay.”
“Yeah, Chancellor, I don’t think even Lanthanite legs are supposed to bend in that direction.”
Nahla winced as she gingerly tried to put weight on her leg and bowed her head in defeat.
“Fine. Nahla to the Doctor.”
“Please state the nature of the emergency.”
The Doctor appeared before them and immediately frowned as he took in the scene before him.
“Well, I must say, this is not what I was expecting to find on a middle of the night house call. That leg is most definitely broken. Computer, four to beam directly to sickbay.”
Nahla had tried to tell herself it wasn’t that bad. She thought that maybe once she was free of the vice like grip of the tree branch she might find that the loud snap she had heard after the branch gave way had not been one of her bones after all.
The moment Reno had helped support her body weight she knew that had been wishful thinking. Now she was sitting in the last place she had wanted to end up, a biobed in the Athena’s main sickbay with the Doctor fussing over her with an unending lecture.
“I’m not sure how you managed something like this during a time where most people would be sleeping but I must say this is a very impressive break.”
Nahla closed her eyes and laid her head back.
“Uhhh, Chancellor. All this fun has me actually ready to sleep for a change, can Lura and I…”
“You and the Cadet Master are free to go. I’ll have the Chancellor fixed and on her way in no time.”
Nahla cracked open one eye to give the Doctor a look as Reno and Lura made their quick retreat from the room. She opened her eyes fully and looked around as the Doctor moved to grab one of his many medical instruments. Her mind wandered through the past as she thought of all the technological achievements they had made in the field of medicine over the last millennia. Broken bones were mended in a matter of minutes in the current age but she had heard of a time in ancient earth days where they would have to encase in the limb in hard plaster and let the bone heal naturally.
She always wondered what it must have been like in the days before modern medicine. She wondered what it felt like to experience your bones heal themselves in real time. It was something she’d never experienced. Something new. A rarer and rarer occurrence in her long life.
The Doctor approached, ready to heal her bones in an instant.
“Wait! Doctor. How familiar are you with ancient Earth medicine?”
~
~
The next morning Lura Thok entered the Chancellor’s office. She found said Chancellor sprawled on her chaise reading through an incident file for one of their cadets.
“What is that?”
Nahla didn’t look up from her padd. She knew exactly what Lura was asking about and was thrilled that her shennan was about to start again.
“What’s what?”
“That thing on your leg.”
“You mean my cast?”
“Your what?”
Nahla put the padd down and pulled her glasses off. She sat up with some difficulty and knocked on the solid purple cast that completely encased her right leg.
“It’s a cast. A form of ancient Earth medicine to help with the natural healing of a broken bone.”
Lura gave her a look that was not amused.
“Was the Doctor unable to heal your leg properly?”
Nahla scooched to the edge of the chair and looked up at her first officer.
“I asked him to do it this way instead. I’ve never let a bone heal naturally. Isn’t that an exciting thing to have never experienced something?”
“And how long does this antiquated form of medicine take to heal?”
“The Doctor wasn’t sure as he doesn’t have any first hand experience with it, but from what we've been able to find, usually about 6 weeks.”
“6 WEEKS?! Chancellor, this is unreasonable, even for you. Why on Earth would you- and what is that??”
She had sat down next to Nahla and was getting a closer look at what appeared to be some kind of graffiti taking up a spot on the side of the cast.
“Well, I also read that it was an ancient tradition to have one’s peers and acquaintances sign the cast with well wishes for a quick recovery. I made the Doctor go first.”
Nahla watched Lura tilt her head to read the short message written in a neat script.
“Enjoy the Slow Healing”
Lura gave her an incredulous look and Nahla shrugged her shoulders with a laugh before rummaging around her tunic and pulling out a black marker and holding it out to the cadet master.
“Sign my cast, Number One?”
“I’m not writing on your self inflicted torture device.”
“Pleassse?”
“I don’t even know what to say.”
“It doesn’t have to be a message. You can just sign your name.”
Nahla looked up at her with pleading eyes.
“I could make it an order?”
Lura scoffed and nabbed the marker from her.
“Fine.”
She only wrote 2 characters before handing it back to Nahla who craned her neck to see a tiny “#1” scribbled near the Doctor’s message. She beamed, satisfied. Lura stood, straightening her uniform as she scrolled through the day’s schedule.
“We’ve got a lot to do today which brings me to my next query. How are you going to walk with that ridiculous thing on your leg?”
Nahla hadn’t quite had her fill of teasing her first officer and thought up something she knew would get her going again. She kept her voice light, and overly innocent.
“Well, as my first officer, it’s your duty to carry me wherever I go.”
To really seal the deal, she lifted her arms out to Lura. She was not amused.
Nahla sighed and pulled the two crutches the Doctor had replicated for her out.
“Apparently these make it possible to keep weight off my leg while still allowing me full mobility to go about my everyday life. Though, I do find them rather uncomfortable if I’m being honest.”
Nahla struggled to her feet, noticing the way Lura seemed to purposely not notice this struggle. A sign of her disapproval with her antics. The crutches were Nahla’s least favorite part of the experience so far and she was convinced the Doctor had replicated them wrong on purpose because there was no way the humans of ancient Earth dealt with this level of discomfort for weeks on end.
She finally got herself situated and balanced.
“Lead the way, Number One.”
~
~
“I don’t understand. Why would you chose to incapacitate yourself in such an unnecessary and compromising way.”
Kelrec helped her down the steps into his office, her crutches tucked under his other arm awkwardly. She hobbled to the couch and laid back across the cushions.
“And what is the purpose of the writing on the surface of the, what was it you called it?”
“A cast. And it’s meant to be a way to show support and well wishes for the injured.”
He moved to his tea station, a move Nahla recognized as a defensive mechanism, a safety tether in the face of unknown problems, usually Nahla related. He set a cup in front of her and sat on the couch next to her feet. She lifted her broken leg and shuffled closer to him with minor difficulty.
“It doesn’t have to be a full message. Some people just wrote their name. Or drew a picture.”
“I don’t draw.”
“How about your name? You know how to spell that, don’t you?”
He set his own cup down with an exasperated sigh.
“Of course I know how to spell my- that’s not the point. Nahla, why are you doing this?”
She pulled herself into a more upright position and pulled out her marker, struggling to bend her leg in a way she could reach.
“Kelrec, when you get to be my age, there are few things that you get to experience for the first time. And when you have so much time in the world, it’s exciting to look back on the past and experience new things that were once the everyday norm for humanity. Don’t you find it even a little bit fascinating that even a time where their medicine was archaic, humans were able to fix a broken bone by letting time heal it naturally? Especially in a time when their time was so limited to begin with.”
Kelrec eyed her carefully before leaning over and taking the marker from her. He marked her cast quickly and handed the marker back to her. She looked at what he had drawn in confusion before looking to him questioningly.
“It’s a teacup.”
Nahla looked again and smiled.
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2 weeks later and Nahla sat in her office, restlessly trying to get comfortable on her chaise. It had been fun at first but she had grown tired of the cast and especially of the crutches. She wasn’t ready to admit it to the Doctor yet, though. He had given her such grief for even suggesting the idea and said she wouldn’t even last 1 week before begging him to take it off. She was too stubborn to give him the satisfaction of being right.
Of course, her leg wasn’t actually broken anymore. The Doctor only agreed to her “childish request” if she allowed him to heal her leg properly before putting the cast on. She could have the full human experience of a healing broken bone but without any risk of lasting medical damage.
She pulled her leg up next to her and examined all the notes and drawings that had been left for her.
There was a slew of “get well soon” messages and lots of plain signatures but there were some original gems as well. Her favorite was the tiny warp core Caleb had scribbled next to his name and the Talaxian Furfly specialist Krebs had attempted to draw with pretty impressive success. She was nearly out of space though, and the novelty of it was definitely wearing off.
She suddenly felt an itch somewhere on her leg beneath the cast. She tried reaching it but it was just too far down. She looked around for something to extend her reach to scratch it but only found her crutches on the floor and uniform jacket draped behind her.
Then she spotted her commbadge and the sharp points of the extended Starfleet logo looked enticing enough that they just might do the trick. She plucked it from her jacket and carefully slid her hand into the top of the cast. The badge was just long enough to touch the itch and she groaned with relief as she gently scratched at it.
She needed to get a little deeper and moved the badge to the very tip of her fingers when she let it slide too far and she felt it slip from her fingers and out of reach.
“Uuugggh”
She fell back against the chaise in defeat.
“Computer, please send the Doctor to my office.”
The Doctor appeared a moment later.
“14 days, 2 hours, and…. 8 minutes.”
He looked at her smugly and she pulled her uncasted leg up, resting her chin on it.
“This isn’t me giving up.”
“I told you the novelty was going to wear off.”
She felt the itch return and needed the cast off immediately.
“Yes, yes you were right. Though I did remember you saying I wouldn’t last more than a week. And not to mention, I think you replicated those crutches wrong, I swear I’m going to have bruises under my arms.”
The Doctor let out a quiet hmmph of amusement before sitting down next to her and pulling out a small instrument.
“Now, my research tells me the phsicians of the past would use a mechanical spinning saw to remove the casts but I’m afraid that’s beyond what even I’m willing to entertain. So this laser scalpel will have to do.”
Nahla positioned herself in a way that allowed the Doctor easy access to her leg.
“Did you know some humans used to actually keep the cast once removed as some strange memento.”
She did know.
“Oh, don’t cut through that drawing please.”
He eyed her suspiciously but adjusted his position, quickly cutting two slits on either side of the cast and gently pulling it apart. There was a small clatter as her commbadge fell to the ground.
The Doctor looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
“Do I want to know?”
“Casts are itchy.”
He did a quick scan of her leg before handing her the pieces of the cast and standing.
“You’re officially healed. I don’t suppose you’re ready to tell me how you broke your leg?”
Nahla held the two pieces of her cast together, smiling at the notes and drawings now that she could really see them properly. She gave the Doctor a twinkling smile.
Summary: The cadets go on a field trip with the Chancellor. The shuttlecraft crashes. A tale as old as time.
Chapter 1: Seatbelts Everyone!
“Cadets Lythe, Reymi, Kraag, SAM, and Mir. Report to the Chancellor’s office immediately!”
Caleb watched Genesis jump and straighten as Thok approached the area the five of them had been studying. Well, three of them were studying. Darem and Caleb were seeing who could eat the most fire-fruit without puking or crying. Which the other three were intently investing in. So really, none of them were studying and were likely about to pay for it.
“May I ask why, Cadet Master?”
“Certainly you may ask, cadet Lythe, but I am under no obligation to answer. Now, MOVE!”
Caleb rolled his eyes as he followed at the back of the group, snatching one more fire-fruit as they walked away. Thok was escorting them personally. He wasn’t overly concerned with whatever they must have done wrong this time, but it was the first time he truly didn’t have any knowledge of something that would warrant a punishment.
He quickened his pace to get closer to Darem before biting into the fruit as loudly as he could next to his head.
“I win.”
Darem spun toward him, attempting to snatch the fire-fruit from his hand but Caleb just smirked and tossed it out of reach to his other hand.
“CADET MIR!”
Caleb dropped the fruit, startled by Thok’s ever abrasive tone. He put his hands up in surrender as she stared him down. She pointed aggressively to the space next to her.
“With me, NOW.”
He swaggered to the front of the group, keeping pace with the Cadet Master as they approached Nahla’s office. Thok opened the door and gestured for them to enter.
The first thing Caleb noticed was the Chancellor was wearing her full uniform. This was red flag number one.
“Geez, don’t all look so happy to see me.”
“Chancellor, whatever happened, we had nothing to do with it…. this time.”
Of course Genesis was the first to try and fix the problem. But Caleb had seen that twinkle in Nahla’s eyes before and he had a feeling she had some new lesson she was planning to teach them. Red flag number two.
“Unless Mir was hacking the computer again-”
“Okay, alright. Do you really want to do this right now?”
Caleb and Darem faced each other but before Thok could scream at them or anything escalated further, a tiny form stepped between them and gently pushed them apart.
“As endearing as I find your consistent displays of male youth preening, we don’t have time for it today.”
Caleb glared at her, crossing his arms and stepping away from Darem. Thok moved to stand next to the Chancellor, scrolling through her data padd.
“A rare variety of a flowering plant has been discovered on a planet a few hours from Earth. It is currently listed as an endangered species, but Starfleet believes they may be able to save the it from extinction with further study.”
SAM nearly vibrated with excitement as she raised her hand, not waiting to be called on before speaking.
“Do they think it could contain properties that would prove useful to the Federation were we able to save it from extinction?”
“We’re not sure-”
“Is it similar to the Vitus Reflux?”
“No, it’s-”
“Could it be medicinal-”
“ENOUGH!”
His classmates all jumped as Thok cut off their barrage of questions and Nahla’s eyes widened in amusement. Caleb half raised his hand and she nodded at him.
“What does this have to do with us?”
“Finally, an appropriate question Cadet Mir. The Chancellor has spoken with Starfleet and they have agreed to let cadets from the Academy complete the mission to retrieve the specimens.”
They looked at each other in confusion. Caleb raised his hand again and Thok gave him a look of acknowledgement.
“Are you saying we’re going on a-”
“Field trip!”
Nahla clapped her hands together dramatically and her office suddenly changed to the transporter bay of the Athena.
Lan thought he knew the depths of her pain.
Lan's POV during the fight with Lanfear and *that* moment
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Lan thought he knew the depths of her pain. He had taken it on time and time again to share as his own.
In the heat of battle. In the dark of night as she lay lost in the memories of her past. She had been stabbed, poisoned, beaten. He had bared it all.
And she shared in his pain.
They knew each other more intimately than any other living person ever would.
He thought he had felt it all.
That day on the beach, when she had finally let him back in. He had felt all her months of suffering as if it were a physical blow. But there had still been a current of hope and defiance and a stubbornness that eased the tension her absence had wrought.
After the rings he felt something new from her. Everything was stained with a layer of grief mixed with a sense of envy. It was only when she finally confided in him that he connected the dots. She was mourning her own impending death. And he knew a part of her felt a weird sense of jealously that she would not get to see the Last Battle. That the wheel had a different destiny in mind for her.
And, of course, there was the guilt. For she knew there was no turning of the wheel where he would willingly leave her alone to face her fate. Her downfall would likely mean his own.
So they laughed. Shared memories. And they drank.
He thought he had felt grief.
He knew there was little chance he would live long in a fight with Lanfear. The point was not survival. Not for either him nor his Aes Sedai. His role was distraction. Together they needed to disrupt Lanfear’s focus. Distract her just enough that maybe Moiraine could take her off the playing board and give Rand the chance he needed.
It seemed to work at first. She had not expected him to be alive. Had not expected Melindrha to break her dark oaths for a lowly man such as he. It was not much but he still felt a quick sense of smugness when he landed a glancing blow against the forsaken. Seconds later he felt as if he had been hit by a boulder as he flew across the wastes. In the moment before darkness claimed him he only hoped he had done enough to give Moiraine a chance.
Pain.
Suffocation.
The world spinning by in slow motion.
His eyes snapped open and he yelled as pure agony coursed through his body. His chest had tightened and he felt as if his heart would fall into shreds. He tried to take in breath but could only take in gasps as he struggled to get to his knees. And then he felt as if the world had stopped, as if nothing mattered, that he cared not what damage he did to himself or the world as pure raw power clawed at his very soul in hunger.
Moiraine.
He got to his knees and saw her, seeing how badly things had gone in the time he had been unconscious. His sword had gone clear through her. He watched in horror as she pulled it from her middle by the blade, his hands stinging as she pulled at more and more power.
As he got to his feet he felt her completely let go and let the power take over as she finally gained the upper hand. She slashed for Lanfear and a moment later the forsaken was gone in a coward’s retreat.
She went down then. His Aes Sedai. Collapsing to the ground in utter defeat. He was already moving toward her when he was stopped briefly in his tracks by that feeling again. The tightness, unable to breath, the pain in his chest.
If Lanfear had pierced Moiraine in her heart she would be dead already and he could feel the throbbing pain slightly lower that he assumed must be from the stab wound. That pain seemed numb somehow. It was nothing compared to the utter devastation he felt consuming their bond.
And then he understood.
Siuan.
He ran to her side and touched her. She jumped as if she did not know he was there but then she grabbed onto him as if he were the only thing keeping her from plunging off a cliff into the abyss.
He heard her say the words. That she was dead. He could only watch as she became completely unraveled in a way he had never seen before. He tried to work through the pain of their bond, to assess her physical injuries, but it was too much. He scooped her into his arms like he had done so many times before, looking around wildly in search of someone who could help.
He thought he knew the depths of her pain.
He did realize he had spent the last 20 years merely wading in the shallows of the river of her heart.
Immediately after returning to the Alpha Quadrant things don't seem to change much. But when the rest of her crew starts to move on with their lives after Voyager, the Captain struggles with who she is without her role as captain of a lost Starship.
She can't save herself from herself alone.
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Everything was fine at first.
Almost from the second she had stepped foot back on Earth she had been pulled in a hundred different directions. People needing her attention. Debriefings. Medical checkups, Reunions. It all kept her in a constant state of stimulation.
It was exactly how she preferred things. She thrived on it.
Debriefing. Coffee. Check on member of the Voyager crew. Coffee. Defend her Maqui crew members before Starfleet. Coffee. Coffee. Coffee……
She found herself in routines she relied on from the most harrowing of times in the Delta quadrant. Her body had learned to function on little to no sleep and when sleep did come it was in short intervals before the next crisis demanded her attention.
She was the captain and the price of being a captain alone in the Delta quadrant was…
Loneliness.
Which some may look on as some kind of tragic fate but it was something that was almost a comfort at times. It made it easy to play her part. She was what every member of her crew needed her to be at any given moment. She gave and gave and gave until she wasn’t even sure who she was underneath the shell that was Captain Janeway.
But it made everything easier.
Her facade slipped sometimes. No matter how revered her crew may keep her she was still human after all.
It had been hardest in the void.
No crisis. No puzzles to solve. No mysteries to distract her.
And no stars.
The stars were a constant she could always count on, no matter what part of the universe she found herself in. She knew the constellations of the Alpha Quadrant best and could always rely on them to help calm her racing thoughts when they threatened to consume her.
But when the stars disappeared, the darkness of space seemed to lay bare her very soul.
The stars were not gone now and yet she felt worse than she had in the void.
It started after she had lunch with Tom and B'ELanna and the newly thriving baby Miral.
“And you wouldn’t believe it! My father, who never showed me a shred of his nurturing side treats Miral as if she’s his queen and his role is devoted servant. I’m telling you Captain, if you could see him-”
He winced, looking at her with a lopsided grin.
“Tom, I’ve told you. You don’t have to call me-”
“Captain anymore. I know, I know. It’s a hard habit to kick, And honestly, Captain just suits you. Though, I imagine that title is going to be bumped up to admiral soon if the rumors are true.”
His face fell for only a moment when he didn’t seem to get the reaction from her he was hoping for. She had heard the rumors too, expecting to find the idea exciting but instead feeling…. nothing. B’Elanna gave him a look before there was some kind of commotion under the table and Tom let out a muffled grunt of pain that suggested he had been on the receiving end of a well placed kick to the shins.
This made Kathryn smile and the conversation continued until it was time for the family of three to move on with their day.
“Don’t be a stranger. I mean it.”
B’Elanna gave her a stern look as they hugged goodbye, Tom moving in with Miral tucked close to him to kiss her cheek.
“Yeah! Miral changes so quickly, she needs her Auntie… uh… Auntie Captain in her life!”
“She is NOT calling me Aunt Captain, Tom.”
B’Elanna punched him in the arm not cradling their daughter but he just laughed.
“We’ll figure it out! We’ve got all the time in the world now we’re not under constant alien attack.”
As Kathryn said her last goodbyes she started walking around the city. She had no quarters of her own anymore, having been presumed dead for several years and Starfleet demanded so much of her time she had been given a temporary living arrangement in San Francisco until she found a place of her own.
She had nothing else planned for the day. In fact, the whole week was free. It had been over a month of constant meetings, but now the dust seemed to finally be settling.
So she ran a bubble bath. Ate a real ice cream sundae with coffee ice cream and an espresso toffee sauce that was to die for. She picked a book from the box of her own belongings Mark had brought for her and read the whole thing. She read through reports on everything that had been happening while her and her crew were fighting to survive in the Delta quadrant. She had the computer give her the exact location of each member of her crew. All safe. All accounted for. All home with their loved ones. And then she climbed into her bed and closed her eyes.
But sleep did not come.
She thought of Tom and B’Elanna and how happy they were. Safe on Earth with no job but to be parents to their perfect daughter. How she had seen tears in Admiral Paris’s eyes as he hugged his son and held his newborn granddaughter. She had never seen the man cry. Not even when they had been in that Cardassian prison together. It had healed something in Tom too. To have that strained relationship well on its way to being fully mended.
She thought of all the reunions she had the privilege of witnessing. Tuvok and his family, stoic and unemotional to an untrained eye. But she could see the way her oldest friend’s body seemed to relax as he reunited with his beloved wife and children and grandchildren. Tuvok had a grandchild!
When they had first docked and prepared to meet with their loved ones she had stayed back, needing one more moment alone. Just a captain and her loyal Voyager. She waited in her ready room as the others had disembarked from the ship, allowing herself time to process the moment. To accept she had actually done it. They were actually home.
Finally, she left the ready room and made to take one more walk across her bridge when she found she was not as alone as she had thought she was.
“Naomi Wildman, what are you doing here?”
The young girl was sitting in the captain’s chair, her arms wrapped tightly around her knees as she looked to her captain with tears in her eyes.
“I don’t want to leave Voyager. I don’t want to stay on Earth.”
Kathryn smiled and walked to her chair, kneeling down so she was eye level with the girl.
“Can I tell you a secret?”
She nodded quickly.
“I don’t want to leave Voyager either.”
“You don’t?”
She shook her head.
“That’s why I was waiting until everyone else had gone. I wanted a chance to say goodbye to Voyager. And to thank her for getting us home.”
“But Voyager is our home, Captain! We can still stay here and just go on away missions to Earth! Can’t we?”
Kathryn smiled again. It wasn’t the first time she had thought about the life Naomi lived. How Voyager and constant space travel was all the girl had ever known. With the number of times she had put the young girl’s life in danger. No. No. She coudn’t let those thoughts in right now. They were home. They were safe.
“Captain? Are you okay?”
Kathryn blinked a couple times, regaining her composure.
“You know, That is still my chair, crewman Wildman.”
She raised an eyebrow.
“I was keeping it warm for you!”
Kathryn laughed. A true genuine laugh.
“Naomi Wildman I am going to miss you.”
She put an affectionate hand on the girl’s knee and felt a sudden pang of sorrow. It didn’t last long as the young girl suddenly flung herself from the chair and threw her arms around her captain’s neck. Kathryn pulled the girl closer to her and held onto her tightly.
“Ensign Wildman to Captain Janeway.”
Not breaking from their embrace, Kathryn acknowledged the hail.
“Janeway here.”
“Captain, I’m sorry to bother you but are you still on the ship?”
“In fact, I am Ensign. And I think you may have misplaced something on the bridge.”
Naomi pulled away first, her eyes suddenly very wide.
“I’m so sorry Captain. I’ll be right there.”
“No need, Ensign. We’re coming to you.”
Kathryn stood up, straightening her collar and brushing a hand through her hair. She looked down to Naomi and held a hand out to her.
“Let’s say goodbye together.”
And so they did.
They caught up with Sam Wildman and Kathryn once again knelt in front of Naomi, taking her hands in hers.
“I know it seems scary to leave the ship we’ve called home your entire life but I promise you are going to love Earth. And one day you might even return to the stars as a captain of a ship of your own. But you’ll never get there if you don’t take this first brave step into a whole new world. Can you be brave for me?”
Naomi stood a little straighter and nodded.
“Good. Now I’ve got one more direct order, for both of you.”
She looked up to Sam and saw tears in her eyes.
“Live well.”
She stood, embracing Sam before escorting the pair to the landing bay. She stopped, the sounds of the gathering crowd growing louder. Then there was a small hand holding hers and she looked down to see Naomi smiling up at her, pulling her forward to follow behind her mother.
“What are you going to do without me as your assistant, Captain?”
Kathryn laughed and let herself be lead to the sea of people joyfully reuniting with their loved ones.
“I suppose I’ll have to figure that out for myself. But I promise I’ll let you know if I need your expertise.”
She gave Naomi a final wink before Sam pulled her daughter quickly toward someone she had obviously spotted in the mob.
She wandered through the crowd, She smiled as Sam and Naomi were swept up in the embrace of a Ktarian man she knew was Naomi’s father. Some crew members huddled together, laughing with each other as they waited for their own loved ones to arrive.
She lingered for a moment watching Seven and Chakotay talking with a mixed group of people, smiling and laughing and embracing. She felt a pang of something she wouldn’t allow herself to recognize and turned away, nearly running into a small woman who stood directly behind her.
She barely had a moment to look at the woman before she had pulled her into a very forceful hug.
“Captain Janeway! You did it! You saved my Harry. You brought him home! Thank you! Thank you!”
Kathryn smiled, quickly realizing who the woman currently sobbing into her shoulder belonged to.
“Mom! Mom, get off the Captain. I’m so sorry, Captain.”
Kathryn held up a hand to Harry with a quick wink.
Harry’s mom released the captain and went back to her son, wrapping an arm around his waist as if she was never letting him out of her reach again.
“Thank you, Captain. Thank you for keeping him safe.”
She bowed her head and Kathryn returned the gesture.
“You should be very proud of your son. I know I certainly am. He is not only a fine example of the kind of Ensign any captain would be lucky to have but also the model of what it means to be a great man.”
Harry looked down in attempt to cover the obvious emotion on his face while his mother went in for another hug from the captain.
Harry. Tuvok. Naomi. Tom. Seven. Chakotay.
All the members of her crew. All the people who looked to her everyday, who needed her everyday. All of these people who were solely her responsibility to look after. To nurture. To guide. To mentor. And now they were all gone. Off living their lives without her. Because they didn’t need her anymore.
Nobody needed her.
Who was she if she wasn’t needed by someone?
She was the hero captain of the lost starship Voyager.
Who was she after that?
Nothing.
The voice in her head clawed its way forward.
She was nothing.
She felt a tightness in her chest, trying to ignore it. Probably just the ice cream.
But what if it wasn’t? What if something was wrong?
She felt the tightness creep down to her stomach and her heart seemed to be beating in an erratic pattern all of a sudden. She was so tired but what if she fell asleep and something was actually wrong with her. She had been warned by the Starfleet doctors that being reintroduced to Earth foods could result in new allergies or intolerances. What if this was an allergic reaction? Did she care?
She ordered the computer to turn her lights back on and got out of bed. She grabbed a glass of cold water and grabbed another one of her books. As she read, she felt the tightness lessen and her brain seemed to stand down its red alert.
She thought about trying to go back to bed but a glimpse out the window showed the sky was beginning to lighten, marking the start of the new day. And so she pushed herself through the motions of her day.
She had 3 nights without sleep.
Every time she turned off the lights and closed her eyes, the voice in her head started talking.
All of her mistakes as captain.
All the choices she had made. Choices that weren’t fair but it was her job as the captain to make no matter how big of a piece it took of her.
The tightness would creep back in and she would try desperately to make it all stop.
Reading worked at first but then parts of her books reminded her of one of her past sins and the voice would make sure she couldn’t move on from overanalyzing each one from every possible angle.
It was better during the day.
Until it wasn’t.
At first she would take calls from her crew and keep up with their lives. But as they continued to move on she found it too painful to keep up with. It was better to isolate herself from it. If she kept them at the edges of her life, she could find a way to cope and move on.
She dealt with it. Some nights getting a couple hours of sleep. Those wonderful moments in the morning before she was fully awake were the best. Those moments before everything came crashing back into her.
Her meetings weren’t about her much anymore, they just required her presence. It seemed evern Starfleet didn’t know what to do with her.
It was weeks of riding that constant edge when she finally couldn’t take it anymore.
She was so tired but her thoughts kept her from sleep. The tears came and she couldn’t stop them. She paced for what felt like hours. She wrapped her pillow close to her chest, craving the comfort of someone holding her tight. Not wanting to be alone. She needed to not be alone.
But she couldn’t burden her former crew with her issues. She could handle them on her own. She was strong, she had faced worst things than this. She just had to stop being so ridiculous.
You’re weak. Your life is nothing without Voyager. You’re nothing.
The voice in her head was cruel and unrelenting.
She couldn't keep going like this. She needed someone. She just wanted someone to tell her what was wrong. What she needed to do to fix it.
My plan was to originally have a new chapter up on Christmas but as I was writing I realized it was going to be longer than expected and I had to make sure things were being mapped out properly
Ended up having to stop writing because it was too late 😅
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