#captkathrynjaneway

[daretheuniverse]

[that Janeway thread always kills me]

[mischixvous-blog]

@capt-kathryn-janeway

     She shot him a look that said she thought his preoccupation with her hair was more than a little peculiar. Yet, some part of her was…pleased, even a little flattered, by his comment.

     “I used to keep it long,” she admitted, a bit awkwardly. “But it– didn’t suit command. At least not in these circumstances.“

          “   CIRCUMSTANCES ?  and what circumstances don’t allow for hair a little longer, if i might ask.   ”     MILITARY people, as much as loki knew, seemed to think  ‘ professional ’  meant cropped hair  &  uniforms. especially HUMANS  ——  always so fond of conformity  &  order.

                    “   short is more practical i suppose. mine can get rather frustrating at times.   ”     loki didn’t mention the fact he could, of course, magically change his hair at any moment   (  he could have a little EMPATHY, hmm ?  ).

[alcoholicspacelizard]

❝A little warning would have been nice!❞

“He was about to shoot you. Are you going to complain?”

[ofefficixncy]

{ @capt-kathryn-janeway. }

“Captain Janeway,” Seven Of Nine said, leaning over the captain,  “You lost consciousness. I suspect the rest of the crew is in similar condition. I have been unable to contact the bridge, engineering, or sickbay. We appear to be suffering a ship-wide power outage.”

[theletterqlookslikeyou]

Fandom: Star Trek, post Voyager Characters: Kathryn Janeway, Q Notes: Implied J/Q (at least in one direction anyway) if you squint. One day I was on some forum and saw people talking about how they always thought Kathryn’s story would have ended best if she became a member of the Q Continuum. Not sure how I feel about that, but it did inspire this little scene. Fair warning, I wrote this quickly and never revised it.

“Shouldn’t I be assigned a mentor?”

Q finishes molding a river, letting it flow from them to completion before halting in their world building to regard the Q formerly known as Admiral Kathryn Janeway. “Obviously. Once I find someone to pawn you off on, you’ll be the first to know.”

A flash of irritation sparks through her. It’s hard to miss the rest of the Continuum’s mistrust of her, the human made Q. They’re her only option, but just the thought of suggesting Q take on such a role is mortifying. Instead, “Are you all this irresponsible?”

“The pronoun you’re searching for is “We”. Q, if I were trying to inject more responsibility into the Continuum, you would not even be on a list of considerations. But yes probably.”

The designation gives her pause. She’s grown used to, and even thinks of herself as such, though she’ll also always be Kathryn. Somehow it’s strange coming from Q, though.

Q notices and raises a privacy barrier around them so no particularly nosy Q can listen in, at least not right now. “What is it, Kathy?”

Stranger still. “Why did you do that?”

If they were now inhabiting corporeal forms, the sensation radiating strongly from Q would be equivalent to a heavy sigh with full mellow-drama intact. “Addressing one with a name is really quite gauche,” but there’s a softness attached to the sentiment.

“Oh,” she says when she just knows what Q is actually trying to tell her. Names, in the Continuum, are a tender form of intimacy. “...Q, I never see you.”

“Yes, well. That’s typically what happens when one is being avoided.”

Okay then. She watches as soil and greenery blooms along what will be the crust of this world. “Why?”

They’re not even looking at her anymore, seemingly involved in their creating as they heave what would be another oh-so-put-upon sigh. “It’s not that I like you any less, it’s just that I want to be around you less. A lot less.”

Another glimmer of irritation rises to the surface as she tries to puzzle out just what the hell they’re talking about. Q is moody, she knows that well, but this is beginning to border on neurosis. “You offered this!”

“Yes, Q, I was there,” the way they barely glance at her before returning to carving out mountains carries a tone of ‘you’re still here, because?’.

She’s tempted to throw the still forming planet at them. “Q!”

They finally put their project aside to give her their full attention. “You’re part of a collective,” how they manage to get that drawl when they don’t even have a voice at the moment is an especially annoying mystery to her, “the collective I was specifically created to shun and question, the collective which barely tolerates me on a generous up swing. You know, I’ve told you all this before. And now you’re Q. It is what it is. Surely you’ve noted a severe decline in general patience for me. And my endearing antics, of course.”

Well. They’re not wrong. Q is not easy to deal with but she doesn’t remember them seeming quite so impossible when she was human, and she’s been wondering where previously mentioned patience took off to. Patience she’s always prided herself on maintaining, apparently lessened now because those she shares a consciousness with don’t have any. She frowns. “I don’t know if I’ve made the right choice.”

Q doesn’t have eyes, at least not in the way she was once used to, but somehow she knows they’re rolling them. “Of course you do,” scoffing at the very audacity of suggesting otherwise. “You know everything.”

She can’t argue with that, but she also doesn’t have to let them so casually write her off. Q more than owes her, and now she has no qualms with collecting. “What I know is irrelevant if no one will teach me what to do with it,” she asserts, and knocks the sun they were shaping right out of their immediate field of influence. Q manages to actually pout and she feels like she’s going crazy. “You will show me how to do this. All of it,” and it comes out like growling steel, her best captain’s tone still every bit a part of her. It is both surprising and comforting.

It’s a curious kind of grin Q gives her, and she’s nearly overwhelmed by the strong wave of affection rolling from their essence as they acquiesce. “You’ll always be Kathy to me.”

[theletterqlookslikeyou]

you may already know this but i did not so i thought i'd share. apparently john de lancie wanted to be in voyager more but the writers said no because they were super concerned janeway and q would end up romantically involved. de lancie didn't see why that would be a problem, and the writers said "you could send them home" and de lancie said "so? here's how that conversation would go: "kathryn: do you know the way home? q: yes Kathryn: will you show me? q: no" i just thought that was funny and super accurate

[theletterqlookslikeyou]

capt-kathryn-janeway:

    “Johnny,” she asks incredulously, scoffing at the very idea of anyone calling Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Enterprise Johnny. But of course, Q would. She can’t imagine her fellow captain reacts favorably to the name.

   “You certainly seem very familiar, and as I recall have spent a considerable amount of time on the Enterprise to have such a low opinion of her captain.” She didn’t buy it. If she ever got back to the Alpha Quadrant…  When she got back to the Alpha Quadrant, there would be no one better to compare notes with when it came to Q than Picard. She hoped she would have the chance someday.

    “Clearly,” she replied dryly. “–Why don’t you just tell me what you really want here, Q?”

“I staked my entire reputation,” which is actually a huge deal in the Continuum, thanks very much-- not that Q cares what any of Them think, but ending up as Continuum whipping post and dirty work do-er for eons isn’t a fond memory, “or rather, in terms you may understand, my whole career on that insufferable little upstart because I wanted to help, and he almost blew the survival of your species multiple times out of stubborn arrogance and sheer refusal to open his mind just to get back at me.”

The annoyance tinged with the slightest bit of anger serves well to mask... whatever it is Q’s feeling, anyway. And normally they’re pretty thick skinned, what with spending countless hundreds of billions of centuries with the Q, and they realize Kathy probably doesn’t even really mean it, but that last comment gets to them for whatever reason.

“What is with you people?“ Starfleet, maybe. Q’s not sure what they mean. “Go on and on about your tolerance and understanding and intergalactic kumbayas, but the moment you can’t fit someone into your limited little frame of reference, it’s all ‘what do you want’ and paranoid suspicion!”

[theletterqlookslikeyou]

"Stop being so ridiculous."

“Or maybe you should stop being so dreadfully serious all the time.”

Which she should. Obviously Q knows best.

“You’re almost as bad as Picard.”