#captainxproton

Beverly looked up from the desk in Voyager’s sickbay, seeing a familiar young man standing in front of her. Of course, she recognized him from when she had briefly joined the Maquis, half as a spy for Starfleet, and half because she wanted to see the downfall of Cardassia.

After what had happened to Jean-Luc at the hands of Gul Madred, she had been filled with anger, and so when Admiral Nechayev asked for her help, she didn’t refuse. She couldn’t have. She had never been driven by the idea of revenge, but for a while, she had. Now, she wanted nothing to do with it.

She had told Jean-Luc that she would be gone for only a little while, and now she was stuck out here in the Delta Quadrant on Voyager. She would never see him again, and there was no way to say goodbye to him.

Essentially, the admiralty had taken advantage of her want for revenge and she blamed them for her being trapped here. Tom Paris, the man who stood in front of her was the son of Admiral Paris... she wanted to yell at him, pretend for a moment that he was his father, but she couldn’t. Tom wasn’t his father.

     “I  think my last host -- Curzon Dax -- met your father, briefly, on a diplomatic mission to Qo’nos some years ago... As I recall, he didn’t much approve of me. Something about my  ‘not behaving appropriately for a Federation liaison.’ ” Jadzia smirked as she sat down next to the young man that everyone else in a Starfleet uniform at Quark’s that day seemed to be readily avoiding. 

     “I thanked him for the compliment. He never spoke to me since.”

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“No, not this time Q, I am not going to just drop everything to babysit your child because you believe you have something better to do. You are a father, you had this child, you wanted this child, now its your duty to look after him, even when its inconvenient. Its called being a parent.” The lecture though shorter than usual still had Q raising a brow and pursed his lips, the expression of annoyance only lasted a second before he dropped it for a more swarve care free look, which had Kathryn feeling suddenly uncomfortable.

“Alright Kathy...” He started turning in her private quarters to now look at a tiny plant on the table. “But then I think its only far that you live by your own standards.”

“What?” His comment threw her off guard, she genuinely had no clue what he was talking about. The smirk that followed was even more distressing.

“Oh my sweet Kathy, as beautiful as she is inattentive. Don’t worry, you’ll understand soon.” He swung rather dramatically back towards her, stepping closer but still within personal boundaries. “I think you would have made a wonderful mother... Better hurry out to the bridge, they’ll be calling for you any second. “  Kathryn would have replied, she would have questioned him further however, he did not allow her the chance. Clicking his fingers he was gone, following a sudden chirp of the comm badge as Chakotay requested her presence on the bridge.

What the hell is he up too, she thought as she exited the turbolift and walked in front of the view screen, a small shuttle was on display, broken, damaged and worthless. A hail came through simple and loud, she nodded towards the consoles to put it on screen. Two girls and a boy stood on screen, they were young in age, mid to late teens. “I am Captain Kathryn Janeway of the USS Voyager, do you require assistance?”

The three’s expression widened in shock and confusion, it took them a second to eventually respond, one of the girls -with strawberry blonde hair and blue eyes- stepped up. “We were brought here, we don’t know how but we don’t have the power or fuel to get anywhere, the shuttle was only meant for short travels. We would appreciate any assistance you can offer..... Captain.”

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