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[writingsfromstarfleet]

[Kathryn Janeway] Call Me Captain

♫ - The Captain - The Phoenix Foundation

For the lovely @tagthetrekkie who gave me the choice between Janeway and Picard, I had to choose her because Janeway is my favourite captain and I couldn’t resist this! Thank you for the request, I hope you enjoy! You guys as always, thanks for reading! Hugs! ♡

Assignment to Voyager was the highlight of your career thus far. You'd been on missions here and there lasting no more than 4 months at most, but never on such a trip as this one.

You were a bright, young ensign with a wealth of knowledge under your belt. Not only were you talented in the medical field, but you had a great knowledge of mechanics too, reading starship manuals ever since you were a child. Your primary field of study was always medical, the will to help people calling to you, but you couldn't give up on your love of engineering either. Finishing up at Starfleet with some of the finest scores among your peers, you were only too qualified to serve on Voyager. There was one person you immediately went to tell.

"Look!" you shouted, running towards your Aunt Kathryn with the biggest smile. "It finally came through, I got the assignment!"

"Oh, Y/N, I'm so proud of you!" She took your in her arms and placed a kiss atop your head. Your aunt had always been your strongest supporter, and your rock through each and every struggle you had at the academy. "Any idea who your Captain is?"

"None. I hope they're nice enough though, I get to meet them tomorrow" you said, still wearing a beaming smile.

Kathryn sent you a look, what it said you weren't sure, you're excitement for the next day clouded any other thought you had. That night was spent preparing your bag, revising your study notes to make sure any questions you were asked could be answered. Sleep overtook you late, nerves and adrenaline already having kicked in for you.

"Glad you made it, Y/N" the voice of the Admiral called out to you, personal data pad in hand as he greeted you with a handshake.

"Of course, sir, wouldn't miss it for the world!"

"Let's go then."

Once you'd reached the room, which was rather a long walk away, the door swung open to reveal a figure stood to greet you.

"Hello, Ensign."

"Aunt Kathryn?" you asked, confused but somehow even happier. You'd be serving under your role model, the person who had every belief in you.

"Captain Janeway, I'm glad to have you under my command, Y/N." She maintained her professional voice, prim and proper, as was expected from a Starfleet Captain.

The admiral left you be, leaving Kathryn to go over the basics that every ensign had to hear. Once that was finished, you could speak to her as normal.

"Why didn't you tell me, Aunt Kathryn?" you enquired, packing up your things once more. She turned to you, stopping you and placed her hands on your shoulders, an invite to sit next to her.

"Because," she began, a sweet smile adorning her face. "I knew that if I did tell you, you would have only stressed out even more, I know what you're like. I wanted to surprise you, too."

"Consider me surprised" you laughed out, breathing a breath of relief.

"Dismissed, Y/N. Oh, and another thing; you'll have to get used to calling me Captain." She nodded and smiled, you mirroring her actions.

"Of course, Captain."

Even after a year aboard Voyager, there was no getting used to calling your Aunt by Captain; was difficult and often you messed up. Harry and Tom teased you for it every time. You'd always have to correct yourself, never quite mastering the art of simply saying what you should in the first place.

There was the time on the bridge.

"I have the reports you wanted, Aunt Kath- Captain Janeway" you'd said, cheeks reddening as you shot a glare at the giggling Helmsman behind you. "Carry on, Thomas. I dare you."

You gave the captain a sorry look, which she waved off with a laugh.

"It's quite alright, thank you. Might I ask that you don't murder my pilot if you can help it."

There was the time in engineering.

"Hey," you'd said, B'Elanna nodding at you to acknowledge your presence, hands busy fiddling with some mechanics in the systems down there. "I have those parts from storage you needed, Aunt Kath- uh, the Captain asked if you'll see her once you're done."

B'Elanna giggled at your sheepish look.

"You'll get used to it eventually. Thanks, Y/N, I'll be on my way soon."

And the time in sick bay.

"Hypospray, ensign."

The Doctors voice was stern, though despite the pressure he was not under stress. Treating the captains injuries, he gave you orders and you followed each one through. It was successful, and the captain lay on the biobed, awake but drowsy. You sat holding her hand.

"Will Aunt Kathryn be alright?" you asked, voice filled with worry and with no attempt to cover your incorrect title towards her.

"The captain will be just fine, Y/N. You're welcome to stay as long as you'd like."

"Y/N," Kathryn's voice was low, quiet and raspy. You looked her in the eye. "It's.."

".. Captain." You finished her sentence upon seeing the look inviting you to do so, and you laughed between you. "Deaths door, and you're having a laugh about it, Aun- Captain."

You never did get the used to it.

[prider-parker-imaginations]

Imagine Janeway commending you for a job well done.

You were nervous. You had never really interacted much with the Captain before. You didn’t work on the Bridge. You were Engineering, for goodness sakes. Your orders always came through B’Elanna or sometimes Vorik. Being called to the Captain’s office? You didn’t know what to think. Had you done something wrong? You had been wracking your brains for the past ten minutes as to what could be about to happen. You had come up blank.

You adjusted your uniform, making sure it was straight and wrinkle-free one last time before hitting the entry pad.

“Come.”

You swallowed thickly as the door slid open. Captain Janeway stood as you stepped through the threshold, a soft smile gracing her lips. “Hello, [f/n]. Please, relax before you sprain something.”

You rubbed the back of your neck, “Good morning, ma’am.”

“Ma’am is for crunch time, Ensign,” she chastised gently, setting down her mug, “Would you like something to drink? Coffee? Tea?”

You shook your head, “No thank you, Captain.”

“You don’t have to be so tense, Ensign. I’m not going to bite. In fact, I want to tell you how impressed I’ve been with your performance lately. B’Elanna tells me you’re the one responsible for calibrating the warp coils to be more fuel efficient.”

You nodded, “Yes, Captain.”

“Well consider this your commendation for a job well done, Ensign. Keep up the good work.”

“O-of course, Captain.”

Gif Credit: Janeway

[prider-parker-imaginations]

Imagine going on a bucket-list road trip with Janeway.

You grinned as you checked off another box. Now that you were home again, you wanted to make the best of this second chance. When you had first been stranded in the Delta Quadrant, you had thought that you would never make it back to Earth. Now that, against all odds, you had gotten here, you felt like you had to make the most of it. You took nothing for granted about Earth. And you wanted to see and do everything.

“I can’t believe that neither of us have been up the Eiffel Tower before,” you took a sip of your drink and smiled at Janeway.

She chuckled and set down her own glass. “There was always so much more to see beyond Earth. I almost forgot how beautiful it could be here.”

“I didn’t,” you swirled your bourbon, staring at the amber liquid. “And I don’t know about you, but I think we’ve explored enough over the past few years to have earned a few months with our feet in one place.”

“I’ll toast to that.”

Gif Credit: Janeway

[prider-parker-imaginations]

Imagine confessing to Janeway that you feel like you’re not a good enough member of her crew.

You clenched your fists around the shuttle controls, your breath coming in ragged pants as you glanced to the viewscreen. “I can draw them off, just get Voyager out of here,” you pressed your lips together, trying to steel your nerves.

“[f/n], I am ordering you to return to the ship!”

You clenched your jaw, fighting tears as the shuttle jerked and shook beneath you. “Captain, I know you think I can’t do anything right but I can do this!” Your chest felt like it was going to burst as you stared at her stricken face through the comm screen. “I know I’ve made some mistakes and I know I’ve messed up in the past. I’m a burden to the crew and we both know it. This is my chance to make things right.” You swallowed thickly, your head jerking around as a station behind you erupted in a shower of sparks. “I can buy you a minute or two to get out of here, but you have to go!”

Janeway pressed her lips together, her displeasure clear. “I’m sorry for doubting you, [f/n].”

You gave one last look to the comm screen, your gaze sorrowful but determined. “Goodbye, Captain. Tell my parents-”

The transmission cut out. Janeway held her breath for a split second, glancing to Chakotay, desperate for another way out. He shook his head and she felt her heart sink. The order weighed heavy on her shoulders but she knew she had no other choice. “Mr. Paris, get us out of here.”

She could only hope that you had forgiven her for not believing in you.

Gif Credit: Janeway