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kosovoisnotserbia · 2 months

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Messed Up (OC!Vulcan/Kathryn Janeway/B'Elanna Torres/Seven of Nine/Chakotay/Tom Paris/Harry Kim/Tuvok) Chapter 2 🥶

Our lucky Ensign has agreed to Janeway's offer, what will become of him next?

mega-fucked up fic here (READ AT YOUR OWN DISCRETION)

Warnings: 18+!!! (I CANNOT STRESS THIS ENOUGH), CNC, femd0m, g0re, watersports, g@ng@anging, br3astfeeding, agepl@y, s3ggsual sl4very, biting, pain k!nk, mature language, name-calling (usage of offensive terms - only s3ggsual related), AI-Generated, bl00d, cvm, use of titles, kn!feplay, s0d0my, needles, drvg usage, character d3@th, cbt, medical k!nk, character being bl!nded, w0und fvcking, self-cannonballism, cannonballism, mut!l@tion, gvnplay, st@bbing, 0rg@sm denial, c@str@tion, @mput4tion, characters returns from the d3ad, eyefvcking (in the literal sense of the word), weird Vulcan anatomy (blame the AI, not me), mentions of r@pe, mentions of t0rtvre, use of safeword,

THIS POST IS MATURE THEMES!! AS SUCH, IT IS NOT SUITABLE FOR THOSE UNDER AGE 18!!

"Yes. Yes, I will, thank you. Thank you, my owners, for allowing me the pleasure of being your fucktoy."

As if on cue, Seven leaned over, her breasts leaking milk.

"Drink, baby, drink."

"I love you," Volir said, and drank Seven's milk. As he drank, B'Elanna rubbed his cock, and Paris played with his ass. Volir then reached out for Kim, and the two began making out.

"He's perfect," Paris said, smiling.

Volir croaked out that he wished to be painted by them, and they all complied, and Volir felt his cock harden.

"I see you are ready to go again," Janeway said.

"Yes, Mistress, I would love to have all of you use me once more. Chakotay, Paris, Tuvok, Kim, please paint my face and body, loads in my mouth please, I wish to drink. I want all of you to piss on me, and B'Elanna, Seven, and Captain Janeway, please whip me with your tongues, I need to be beaten, I need to feel the pleasure and pain. Please, Mistress, please use me, I'm yours."

"No," Janeway commanded, her voice stern. "You will only speak when spoken to, and you will only call us Mistress, Master, Daddy, Mommy, or Owner. Now, do you wish to go again? If so, then get on your hands and knees and present your ass, bitch."

"Yes, Mistress," Volir replied, and presented his ass to Janeway, who, without a second thought, slapped his ass. Grabbing a mace from Medieval Earth, Janeway proceeded to beat Volir's ass with it, causing him to scream.

"Good boy," Janeway purred. "Scream for me, good little bitch. Scream, or else I'll have to whip your cock. Tuvok, Chakotay, Harry, would you be so kind as to mark him as ours?"

"Yes, Mistress, thank you," the men replied. They lined up, and began pissing all over Volir. As they did this, Seven grabbed a baseball bat from the ground, and shoved up Volir's ass, fucking him with it.

"Good boy," Janeway hissed. "What a good little slut. Such a good whore."

"Thank you, Mistress!" Volir cried.

"You're welcome, you disgusting little shit. You actually like this stuff? B'Elanna, you may use the sword and the knives to make him bleed."

"Yes, Mistress."

B'Elanna took a knife from a nearby table and cut the side of his throat. As she did this, she began to whip him with the sword, drawing blood and causing him to scream. Chakotay then took a knife from a table, and sliced Volir's arms and legs.

"AAAH! AAAAAAAAAARGH!"

"Shhh, little whore," Janeway whispered. "We'll take care of you. We'll make the pain go away."

She then grabbed a syringe, and injected the contents into Volir's veins. The needle was huge, and it went right through his skin. It was attached to a small vial that contained a compound that would enhance his senses, and cause his nerves to be hypersensitive. It also inhibited the process that enabled one to pass out from pain, so Volir would feel everything, and be able to stay awake through it all.

"Aaaaaaah! Oh, Mistress, thank you, thank you, I am not worthy of your kindness."

"Shut up, and take your Daddies' cocks."

As Janeway finished speaking, Kim, Chakotay, and Paris came up to the rack, their cocks hard and ready to use.

"You're welcome, slut," Chakotay grunted, as he shoved his cock up Volir's ass.

Tom, who was packing beyond belief, fucked Volir's throat, gagging him and making him choke on his massive cock. Harry also teabagged Volir, rubbing his balls all over his face.

"You know, slut," Tom growled, slapping Volir's face, "it's really pathetic that a little fucker like you is so weak. I can't believe you're actually letting us use you like this. It's disgusting. You're disgusting."

Tuvok then grabbed a greataxe from the ground, and began cutting and whipping Volir's back, drawing blood. Volir's screams were muffled, as Tom's cock was still in his mouth.

"You like that, huh, slut?" Chakotay asked, at the same time letting Tuvok know that he had a free hand to slap and squeeze Volir's balls, which were already bruised and swollen from the cock ring.

"Mmmph!" Volir tried to speak, but couldn't. The cocks in his mouth were like a drug, a drug that gave him freedom from his mind. He had entered subspace, a state where he was not only willing to obey, but eager to, as his entire mind was focused on his owners' pleasure.

Tuvok then dropped the axe, replacing it with a surgical scalpel. With this, he made a large incision in Volir's back, and blood flowed freely from the wound. This only encouraged him, and, without warning, Tuvok shoved his fist into the wound, making Volir scream even louder than before. B'Elanna then took the scalpel, and hovered it over Volir's eyes, a demonic glint in her eyes.

"Would you like me to put out your eyes, whore?" She hissed, the words dripping with venom.

"I..." Volir tried to answer, but was too weak to do so.

"What was that, whore? I couldn't hear you. Oh well,

I guess that means I'll have to take your sight."

With that, she began cutting the skin around Volir's eyes. The blood was thick and sticky, and it flowed from the cuts. B'Elanna then plunged the scalpel into Volir's left eye, twisting it as she did so. She then removed the scalpel, and replaced it with her fingers, tearing out the eyeball, which she then stuffed in Volir's mouth.

"Eat," she commanded. "Eat, or else."

Volir tried to say something, but was interrupted by the taste of his own eyeball. It was hot. He had never been used like this before, and he loved it. B'Elanna then grabbed the scalpel, and started making a line down the middle of Volir's chest, from his neck down to his stomach. She then shoved the scalpel inside his chest cavity, cutting the muscles and tissues inside. At the same time, Kim jammed his fingers into Volir's good eye, tearing the optic nerve. Volir was now blind, and screaming from the pain.

Tuvok then grabbed a chainsaw, and started cutting off Volir's arm. The blades sliced through the muscle and bone, and Volir's blood gushed out of the wound, covering Tuvok's hands. Once the arm was off, Tuvok shoved his cock in it, fucking it like a fleshlight. Volir screamed, as Tuvok continued to cut him up, while the other men kept using him.

"AAH!! FUCK!! AAAAAAAAAAH!!"

Janeway was stroking her cock, eyeing the rifle laying on the floor.

"B'Elanna, Seven, would you like to rape this whore's ass? I want him to suffer."

"Yes, Captain," they replied, in unison. They grabbed the rifle, and began ramming it into Volir's ass. As they did this, Paris grabbed a butcher knife, and began stabbing Volir with it. He kept stabbing him, over and over, and eventually the knife was stuck in Volir's body.

"I see you've had your fun, but now it's my turn," Janeway said, a grin on her face. Stroking her cock, she began fucking Volir's wounds, making him scream in agony.

"I'm gonna cum! I'm gonna cum, please let me cum, please, Mistress, let me cum, please, oh God, please, I'm gonna cum, I can't stop myself, I need to cum, I need to cum!"

"Shut the fuck up," Janeway growled. "Chakotay, Seven, why don't we fix those problems for Volir? Make sure he can't cum?"

"Yes, Captain," they said. Seven pulled out a tube that would prevent any semen from exiting the penis. Chakotay and Janeway both shoved their fists up Volir's ass, and started beating the prostate. Volir was aroused beyond belief, and was begging for the chance to orgasm.

"Fuck you," Janeway snarled. "You'll cum when I say you can, and not a second before. Understood?"

"Y-yes, M-mistress," Volir whimpered.

But Volir failed to adhere to his promise, as he soon came. Unfortunately for him, the tube that Seven had inserted meant that the cum went right back in his body, and he was in immense pain.

His cock throbbed, and began to inflate, until it exploded, sending pieces of cock all over the room. His screams were deafening, and the smell of blood filled the room.

"Well, well, looks like our whore has finally had enough," Janeway chuckled. "Kim, his balls?"

Harry, understanding the request, went over to Volir, and squeezed his balls - hard.

"AAAAAAAH!!"

"You don't deserve to cum. You're just a stupid whore, and your only purpose is to be fucked and used. That's all you're good for, so just accept it."

"Rip them off," Volir begged. All he wanted was this pain to end.

"If that's what you want, then that's what you'll get," Harry said, grinning. He grabbed Volir's left testicle, and yanked on it, trying to pull it off.

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAARGH!! AAAAAAAAARGH!!"

The pain was unbearable, and Volir began to thrash and convulse. Harry, with one great tug, ripped the testicle off, and held it in his hand. The testicle was bloody, and full of cum, and Harry squeezed it, sending the fluids onto Volir's face.

"Open," Harry said.

Volir graciously accepted the semen, and opened his mouth, letting the fluid flow down his throat. He swallowed, and licked his lips, savoring the taste.

"More," he croaked.

"What was that, whore?"

"Put it in my mouth," he pleaded.

"Put what in your mouth, whore?"

"The testicle, I want more, I need more, please."

"Well, since you asked so nicely," Harry said, grinning.

He grabbed the testicle, and shoved it into Volir's mouth

"Now chew."

Volir bit into the testicle, chewing and swallowing the meat and fluids. The taste was heavenly, and he couldn't get enough. He bit into the testicle, the meaty, bloody fluids spilling into his mouth. At the same time, Paris grabbed an AK-47 from a nearby locker, and pointed it at Volir's kneecaps.

"Are you ready, whore? This is gonna hurt."

Volir nodded, and, without hesitation, Paris pulled the trigger, shattering Volir's kneecaps. His screams were like music to the ears of the group. B'Elanna, who was holding the rifle in Volir's ass, pulled the trigger, filling Volir with bullets. He was not dead, he could never die. In fact, he would regenerate every lost part eventually.

Janeway then grabbed a saw, one specially designed to cause extreme pain, and began digging into Volir's right arm, cutting the flesh and bones. She sawed through the bone, and it snapped in half. The arm, now hanging on by just tendons, skin, and muscle, was a sight arousing everyone in the room.

Chakotay then grabbed the arm, and pulled on it, stretching the skin. With a sickening rip, the arm was torn off, and the blood was flowing everywhere. He then shoved his cock into the hole left by the arm, and began fucking the socket.

Janeway then reached down, grabbing Volir's remaining testicle. She pulled and pulled, and the testicle came off, the tube popping out and flying through the air. Janeway held the testicle, and bit into it, enjoying the sweet taste.

"Mmm, this is delicious," she said. "Volir, here you go."

She tossed the testicle into his mouth, and he swallowed it, loving the flavor.

"Do you have a hole in your ass, whore?" Seven asked.

"Yes, Mistress. Make it bigger," Volir begged.

Seven smiled, and grabbed a baseball bat, one that was covered in barbed wire. She shoved it into his ass, tearing up the intestines. The pain was unbelievable, and he was crying. Removing the bat, she then grabbed a knife, holding it to Volir's left ear.

"How about this, bitch?"

"Yes, Mistress," he replied.

Without hesitation, Seven cut off Volir's ear, the knife slicing through the cartilage and blood. Kim then grabbed the ear, and tore it apart, ripping the skin and cartilage, the blood spraying all over the room.

"I want a taste," he said, and put the ear into his mouth.

Paris then grabbed the scalpel from before, jamming it into the hole left by the missing ear. He cut into the skull, and started digging around, feeling the soft brain tissue. The feeling was intoxicating, and Paris was aroused beyond belief. He cut into the bone, making a hole, and dug his cock into the hole, fucking the brain. Janeway then ripped the other ear off, and gave it to Chakotay.

"Enjoy, baby," she said, smiling.

Chakotay grinned, and put the ear in his mouth, chewing vigorously.

Volir's legs attracted B'Elanna's attention, and she couldn't resist taking a bite out of them.

Grabbing an axe, she swung it at his right leg, slicing through the bone at the knee. She then did the same thing to the left, and both legs were on the floor. Paris, seeing this, got an idea.

"I'm gonna put these to good use," he said, and grabbed the legs.

He then proceeded to shove the legs up his ass, fucking himself with them. The sensation was amazing, and he was soon moaning and panting.

"Oh, fuck," he moaned, as the legs were thrust deeper and deeper into his ass.

Chakotay then grabbed a knife, putting it against Volir's tongue.

"Ready, whore?" He asked, and without waiting for a reply, sliced the tongue off. He put the tongue in his mouth, biting into the soft, wet flesh.

"It tastes so good," he said, and began chewing.

Paris then came, shooting his load all over Volir's severed limbs.

"Mmm, delicious," Paris said. "I can't wait to taste the rest of you."

"Mmmm, me too," Janeway agreed, as she bit into Volir's thigh, all the while leaking precum.

Kim then took a pair of pliers, and shoved them into the hole left by Volir's missing right ear.

"AAAAAAAH!!!"

He then tore the flesh and bone away, making the hole bigger, and allowing him to fuck the ear.

"Mmmm, it's so tight," he said, as he continued to thrust his cock into the ear canal.

Volir was screaming, as the pliers were being jammed into the hole where his tongue was, and he was in incredible pain. But he loved it, every bit of it.

Paris then thrust his cock into the empty left eye socket, and started fucking the hole.

"It's so warm," he moaned, and kept thrusting, harder and harder.

At the same time, Kim had his cock in the right eye socket, and was fucking the hole as hard as he could. Volir was in heaven, he had never felt this much pleasure before.

Tuvok, however, was not done. He still had an entire arm to remove, and he wanted to make sure Volir suffered. Taking a knife, he made a deep incision on the shoulder, ripping. the flesh and skin away, revealing the bones and joints. He then proceeded to tear the arm off, making Volir scream in agony.

"You like that, don't you?" Tuvok growled, and Volir nodded. The skull was next. Using a saw, he slowly cut the skin and flesh, removing the top half of the skull. Once it was off, Tuvok proceeded to fuck the brain, making Volir cum.

"That's a good whore," Janeway said, and slapped him.

Paris, who was still fucking the ear, was soon ready to cum, and shot his load, the cum filling the ear canal. He pulled his cock out, and saw that the ear was completely filled with cum.

"Mmm, look at all this delicious cum," Paris said, and took a bite. The taste was heavenly, and he couldn't get enough. Soon, the ear was gone, and he was licking the cum off his fingers.

Kim was also about to cum, and shot his load, covering the hole in his seed. The smell was intoxicating, and Kim was soon hard again.

Janeway was also getting close, and her cock was pulsating. She soon came, and her seed filled the open cavity, mixing with the cum and blood.

Tuvok, Seven, and B'Elanna had all removed their clothes, and were now fucking each other, moaning and groaning. Tuvok was fucking Seven's ass, while B'Elanna fucked Seven's pussy. They were all close to cumming, and soon came, their semen mixing together.

"Mmm, that was good," Seven said, licking the semen from her lips.

"I know, I love your cum," B'Elanna said, and kissed her.

Volir was in absolute ecstasy, he had never felt such pleasure before. He was still cumming, and his seed was spilling out onto the floor. His body was a mess, covered in blood and semen. His ass and holes were fucked and abused, and his brain was exposed.

Janeway then took a knife, and shoved it into the open skull cavity, digging around in the brain.

"How does that feel, whore?" She asked, and Volir just moaned in pleasure.

Paris, meanwhile, was fucking the arm stump, his cock going in and out. He was close to cumming, and soon shot his load, the semen covering the inside of the arm. He then began licking the cum and blood off the arm, savoring the taste.

B'Elanna, seeing the cum-covered arm, was instantly aroused.

"Oooh, that looks delicious," she said, and grabbed the arm, licking the cum and blood off it.

"Mmm, it's so good," she moaned, and began eating the arm.

Volir was still cumming, his semen splattering the walls and floor. The sight was enough to make Janeway cum, and her seed spilled out onto the floor.

Chakotay, meanwhile, had taken a liking to the brain, and was fucking it. He was close to cumming, and his seed soon filled the skull, mixing with the other fluids. He then dove right in, eaing the mixture.

"Mmm, it's so good," he said, and ate more.

"I can't get enough of this," Tuvok said, as he fucked the skull, his seed soon mixing with the others. The six of them stopped, and began to eat the brain, their teeth and tongues scraping the soft, bloody tissue.

"Oh, God, yes," Seven moaned, and continued to eat.

"I love it," B'Elanna said, her mouth filled with the brain.

"This is the best thing I've ever tasted," Paris agreed, and ate more.

"This is perfect " Kim said, and took a big bite.

Janeway then grabbed a knife, and cut the brain into pieces, each person taking a piece.

"Mmm, this is heavenly," she said, and devoured her piece.

"Absolutely delectable," Tuvok agreed, his face covered in brain matter.

The group then stumbled back, full. During this, Volir regenerated to full health, and the group prepared for round two.

"Mistress, can we begin again?" Volir asked.

"Of course, whore," Janeway answered, and kissed him. "What do you want to do this time?"

"Worship me, my body, my cock, and balls. I want you to use them, to fuck them, to abuse them. I want you to make me bleed, make me cum, make me scream. Stretch me, drown me, burn me. Use me, Mistress. Use me."

Janeway smirked.

"As you wish."

Volir was thrown down, and Janeway began kicking him, stomping on him.

"FUCK!! FUCK ME!!" Volir screamed, and Janeway complied, beating him more.

"You like that, don't you? You fucking slut, you're a dirty, filthy whore. This is disgusting, you loving this."

"Mmm, yes, I am. I'm a dirty, disgusting whore. Please, fuck me. Fuck my ass, fuck my cock, fuck my balls, fuck everything. I want you to use me, Mistress."

The other five members of the group joined in, fucking, kicking, beating, and torturing him. They were brutal, and Volir was covered in blood, cum, and sweat.

"Look at him, he's disgusting," Paris snarled, and spat on him.

"He's nothing but a filthy whore, a worthless cunt," Seven sneered, and kicked him.

"A stupid, filthy bitch," B'Elanna spat, and punched him.

"All ours, to use, to abuse, to fuck, to torture," Chakotay snarled, and kicked him.

"A dirty, filthy, disgusting whore," Tuvok growled, and spit on him.

"We love him, don't we, Captain?" Kim asked, and kicked him.

"Yes, we do," Janeway replied, and kissed him. "You're our slut, aren't you, Volir? Our filthy, disgusting, worthless whore. Our little sex toy, our pet."

"Yes, I am. I'm yours, I belong to you. I'm a filthy, disgusting whore. I love you all, and I want to be used, I want to be tortured, I want to be abused, I want to be raped. I'm your little toy, and you can use me, do anything you want with me. Love me, care for me. Fuck me, abuse me. Torture me, rape me. I'm your whore, and I'll always be yours. I'm nothing but a filthy, disgusting whore."

"Yes, you are," Janeway purred, and kissed him, the passion burning in her eyes.

"We're gonna use you, you're gonna be our little fuck toy," Paris said, stroking his cock.

"And you're gonna love it, aren't you, whore?"

"I'll love it, but please also care for me. I want you to love me, as well."

"Don't worry, we will," B'Elanna said, stroking his balls.

"We'll take good care of you," Chakotay promised, caressing his cock. "In fact, come here, let's have a little fun."

Volir stood up, and followed Chakotay to a bed. As the others watched, Volir rode Chakotay, bouncing up and down.

"Oh, yes, oh, fuck, yes," Chakotay moaned, as his cock was ridden.

"That's it, ride that cock," Janeway said, stroking her own.

"Yes, Mistress," Volir panted, as he bounced faster and harder.

"You like this, don't you, slut?" Chakotay growled, and spanked him.

"Yes, I do. I love it, I love riding your cock, Master," Volir replied, panting.

"Then take it, slut," Chakotay hissed, and came, his seed spilling out of Volir's ass.

"Yes, yes, yes!" Volir moaned, and came as well, his seed splashing on Chakotay's chest.

"Good boy," Chakotay praised, and patted him on the head.

"Now, it's my turn," Janeway declared, and pulled Volir off the bed, pushing him against the wall. She began fucking him, pounding him, and he moaned in pleasure.

"You like this, don't you, slut? You like being fucked like the whore you are?"

"Yes, Mistress, I love it," Volir panted, his eyes closed in pleasure.

As he was fucked, it steadily became all too much for Volir. Gasping, he cried out "Galapolt!", the safeword. Immediately, Janeway and the others stopped.

"Volir, are you alright? What's wrong?"

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry. I love you, I love you all, I love being your whore, but right now, I just can't. You have all given me great pleasure, but now I need loving and caring. I love you, but right now, I can't. I'm so sorry."

"Shhh, it's okay. We understand," Janeway soothed, stroking his hair. She offered up her plump breasts to Volir, who gladly began sucking on them.

"Shhh, just relax, darling," Chakotay said, as he gently stroked his back.

"You've done so well, you've been so brave, we're all very proud of you," Tuvok added, kissing his forehead.

"You've been amazing," B'Elanna praised, holding him close.

"You've done so well, my little prince," Seven cooed, pressing a kiss to his cheek.

"You're so brave, so beautiful, so strong, so perfect," Paris murmured, stroking Volir's back.

The group then beamed to Janeway's quarters, where they took a long bath. They washed Volir's body, taking care not to hurt him, and once he was clean, they got into bed, holding him close.

"I love you all, I love my Masters and Mistresses," Volir murmured, and fell asleep, sucking on B'Elanna's breasts.

"We love you too, Volir, our little slut, our pet, our prince," the seven of them whispered, and kissed him.

"Mine," B'Elanna thought, looking at him, and smiled.

#kathryn janeway #tuvok #star trek #star trek voyager #18+ only #tom paris #harry kim #seven of nine #b'elanna torres #chakotay #ai generated #vulcan #dark fic

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nosuchthingasagruffalo · 10 months

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STJ 2

"Admiral" Charlotte's voice was tinged with barely concealed rage "Did you think I would just stay home and wait for you to tell me it's safe to come out? I'm an Ensign in case you hadn't noticed, I was assigned to this ship, this mission, I'm not going home because my mommy told me to".

But Kathryn wasn't looking at Lottie, she was glaring at Seven who was hoping for an emergency beam out to anywhere right now, even a Borg cube would be preferable to this. "And you, is it usual for a Commander to acquiesce to an Ensign's wishes, are you letting her run your ship now?".

"Admiral, with all due respect I think you are forgetting another commanding officer who sought, and failed, to control a woman under her command. Who learned more about her own leadership from this connection, who learned she did not need to tame but instead trust the junior, and was saved many times by this lesson". Ice blue eyes met the stormy blue ones and neither looked away.

"We will discuss this later. For now we will form two parties, Chakotay is with you, Ensign Janeway is with me, Hussein atay with me and Tuvok will accompany Seven. We will have time to brief each other on our *activities* of the recent past."

Lottie gulped, stepped away from the safety of Seven's orbit and followed her mother. The tunnels were dank, unbearably tight in some places and immensely claustrophobic. Chakotay and Seven scanned with their tricorders but struggled to get many readings as their scanning signals bounced off the walls.

"Look Mom, I'm sorry but this isn't something I can stay away from. I'm not just your baby, I'm a Starfleet officer, you can't save everyone on your own". Kathryn sighed and flashed her torch down a small tunnel. Suddenly she saw something on a ledge at a sharp bend in the tunnel. "Admiral, permission to go ahead, I can get onto that ledge more easily" Kathryn nodded. Lottie climbed around corner and scaled the ledge, she stopped in her tracks. The hand that stuck out was one she recognised, one that had pulled her up into the tree in their garden, one that flicked peas at her whilst their mother's back was turned, one that had embraced her when she graduated from the Academy. "Mom! Admiral! He's here" she heard Kathryn shout to the others and make her way towards them. There was barely space on the ledge for Kathryn as well as Lottie tried to find Amal's life signs. There was a weak pulse, it was slowing and growing fainter. "Sweetie" Kathryn wept "I've been looking everywhere for you, Daddy's coming, just hang on, Auntie Seven is here too. We will get you back to the ship, it's going to be ok. You're my little boy, it will all be fine" the tears slid down her face.

Chakotay took Lottie's place searched for signs of life and lifted his eyes to meet his wife, he shook his head. "We need a medical team now" Kathryn roared "they can revive him, how many times have you revived me? We need to get him in transporter range now". Chakotay and Tuvok lifted his son and made the long arduous journey to the mouth of the tunnels.

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traxanaxanos · 2 years

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Made some more Pokémon trainer cards, this time for the most important Star Trek: Voyager characters.

Naomi loves her Oshawott and Bonsly even more than she loves playing a new holodeck adventure with Flotter and Trevis. Now I know what you’re saying, Bonsly evolves into Sudowoodo which is a Rock type and not even a real tree. Well, technically, neither is Trevis since he’s a hologram, so it all works out.

Woobat is cute! It’s got a heart nose! It’s fluffy! But also it’s kind of weird as a bat. What is a Woobat, if not the perfect Pokémon for kind of weird little girls who still like cute things.

Quilladin is Neelix in Pokémon form. That’s it. Just a friendly, pointy little guy. Naomi thinks her Quilladin is super funny. Silvally evolves from the Frankenstein-like Type:Null after attaining a high level of friendship with its trainer. It’s got organic and mechanical parts all bolted together, reminiscent of a certain someone onboard Voyager. The frightening appearance of Type:Null wouldn’t scare Naomi away. Naomi can make friends with anyone, up to and including Borg ladies and Frankenstein monster Pokémon!

Jolteon is technically Samantha Wildman’s Pokémon. Naomi is of course safe on Voyager, looked after by Neelix, Seven, and everyone else on the crew. But Samantha still worries - the Delta Quadrant is scary for a child! - so she insists Naomi also takes her Jolteon with her on her ship-wide adventures. It’s very protective of her.

Ensign Samantha Wildman is a xenobiologist. This is a fact you can only find out from one of the Star Trek trading card games that lists her position (Chief of Xenobiology - can you be an Ensign and a department head at the same time? I guess!) or the wiki because the show just didn’t feel like mentioning it.

Samantha loves animals so much she joined the science division of Starfleet so that she could study all sorts of animals. Extremely wild of Starfleet to stick her on a ship that has the mission to go out to track down terrorists. What did they expect her to do on that mission? Distract the Maquis with hours worth of bat facts, giving Tuvok the chance to escape?

Anyways, Samantha’s Pokémon reflect her position.

Solosis is the “cell Pokémon”, a favorite of biologists throughout the Alpha quadrant. And, much like tardigrades, they can survive in any environment, so its a good Pokémon to bring with you on your fleet assignment.

Beyond being a xenobiologist, my personal headcanon is that Samantha specializes in mammals. Thus she mostly has mammalian Pokémon, including a Walrein and a Mamoswine. She partners with these two to do science communication about the importance of giving wild animals, even if they have a cute baby form or are herbivores, their space (her Walrein and Mamoswine are very gentle, of course).

As a xenobiologist and a general lover of animals, Samantha is not deterred by animals with features the general public might find “ugly,” up to and including the ability to shoot awful smelling fluid from anal glands. She loves her Skuntank and will not hear anything negative about it. Tom Paris gets sprayed by it multiple times during their stay in the Delta quadrant, and whenever he complains to Sam about it, she just directs him to her above work on how to interact with animals (give them their space). (Tom was 100% attempting to manhandle the Skuntank in a way it didn’t like every time).

Passimian is the “teamwork Pokémon” and Samantha is always telling Naomi that “two heads are better than one.” Samantha genuinely thinks teamwork and cooperation is super important; she wouldn’t have joined Starfleet otherwise. Passimian sometimes helps her in the lab, handing her tools while she works.

Joltik is just a little baby! Its such a baby that it needs to latch on to larger Pokémon to feed off the static electricity their bodies generate. Naomi found it in the Jefferies tubes one day (quite possibly a stowaway left over from when the Borg were onboard with all their tasty electronic stuff). Samantha thought Naomi might not be ready to watch over such a high-needs Pokémon quite yet, so she’s taking care of it for Naomi for the moment. Joltik still spends a lot of time with Naomi, latched on to Samantha’s loaned Jolteon.

#samantha wildman #naomi wildman #star trek voyager #star trek #pokémon #pokemon #I resisted the urge to go the obvious route and give Samantha a Kangaskhan #I think Jolteon and Joltic is a cuter and more unique way to do parent/child Pokémon teams #just to be like incredibly tickled by my own choices #there are like NO good screenshots of Samantha #she either has the updo that I think is ridiculous #or she is disheveled and in a near death experience

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Episode Reviews - Star Trek: Voyager Season 3 (1 of 7)

Carrying on with our look into the world of Voyager, here’s the opening few episodes from the show’s thirds season.

Episode 1: Basics (Part 2)

Plot (as given by me):

While the bulk of the Voyager crew tries to adapt to being stranded on a primeval world, Lt. Paris still lives and manages to destroy a Kazon patrol ship while attempting repairs on board his shuttle. Back on the planet, Hogan is killed by some kind of cave-dwelling animal, and Janeway vows not to let the planet kill anymore of her crew. On Voyager, the Doctor gives Seska’s baby a check-up and informs her that despite appearances, the boy is not Chakotay’s; Cullah is the biological father. After Seska leaves, the Doctor discovers Suder has survived and convinces him to aid him in resisting the Kazon, despite Suder not wanting to abandon the peace he’s struggled to attain.

On the planet, Kes and Neelix are kidnapped, so Chakotay leads a team to rescue them. When pursued by the native primitive humanoids responsible for the abduction, Chakotay, Kes, Neelix and the others take refuge in the caves. Another team, led by Janeway, manages to divert the natives and free the other team from the caves just as they’re attacked by the cave-worm that ate Hogan. Tuvok and several others bury the worm, but back at camp, Ensign Wildman’s baby is poorly and Kes struggles to provide proper care without medical technology.

The Doctor receives a secret message from Paris as he sends a fake cover message to the Kazon claiming they’ve destroyed him. Paris is bringing the Talaxians to retake Voyager, but he needs the back-up phaser couplings to be taken out for the attack plan to work. Seska, tumbling to the sabotage being inflicted by Suder, confronts the Doctor and deactivates him, but he leaves a message for Suder encouraging him to make one final move for ship and crew.

Suder ultimately succeeds in enacting the sabotage Paris needs, but at the cost of his own life, and Seska is also killed as a result of the battle. Cullah flees with his son and followers, while back on the planet, Chakotay saves a primitive woman from a lava flow, and the primitive shaman provides medical care for the Wildman baby. Shortly after, Voyager returns and the crew resume their course back to the Alpha Quadrant.

Review:

Here we get Voyager staff trying to write themselves out of the corner Michael Piller write them into with the script for ‘Basics (Part 1)’. By and large, it works out quite nicely to restore the status quo while also removing Suder in about the only way he could be. His circumstances were such that he’d never be readily accepted by viewers as ever truly reformed, so going down in a final act of redemption was the only thing I could see making sense for him. As for the whole Seska thing, that also made sense and certainly seems better than the idea of having her baby die; that’s just a bit too dark for Trek. The only reason ‘Deadlock’ got away with it is that there were two copies of a single baby and one copy got to live.

Beyond this and a lot of action, the episode falls flat. Not so much for making Seska’s son Cullah’s instead of Chakotay’s (though that does undercut Part 1 slightly), but because it’s a lot of plot-driven action with little to no character development and zero issue exploration. I honestly think that while Voyager was the best 24th-century-set Trek show for its high level of autism-like characters, the obsession with action was to its detriment. Trek stories are meant to be about characters, issues or both, and that doesn’t require action. Mindless action without meaning is the antithesis of Trek, so action-heavy meaningless episodes like this are just poor. As well-performed and well-plotted as the episode is, it’s a far cry from being good Trek. As such, I only give it 7 out of 10, and that’s only because the performances were mostly good (the primitive humans, especially the shrieking female, were really irksome).

Episode 2: Flashback

Plot (as adapted from Wikipedia):

As Voyager monitors a nebula with large quantities of the power source sirillium, Tuvok finds his hands shaking, and requests permission to go to Sickbay. En route, he experiences a flashback that involves him trying to pull a young girl off a cliff to safety. The girl ends up falling, horrifying young Tuvok. Eventually, he arrives in Sickbay, and collapses, convulsing on the floor.

In Sickbay, Tuvok describes the memory, but insists the events he "remembered" never occurred. With no clear cause of his symptoms, he is dismissed with a device to monitor his readings in case such an event occurs again. That night, he attempts to build a "structure of harmony" in an effort to aid his meditation, but cannot stop the structure from collapsing. After a visit from Kes, he attempts again.

The next morning, he notes he had spent fourteen hours meditating, and still had no idea what the cause of the problem was. Ensign Kim could not find anything unusual with the nebula they were near, but Tuvok suggests they scan it for Klingon activity. B'Elanna Torres reminds him that the Klingon Empire is on the other side of the galaxy. Moments later, Tuvok sees the mental image again, and collapses once more.

In Sickbay, the Doctor suggests the problem is a repressed memory, which in Vulcans can cause brain damage due to the conflict between the conscious and unconscious minds. The only possible course of action is to initiate a mind meld, normally undertaken with a family member in this instance because this meld is more intimate than most. In light of this, Tuvok explains he feels Janeway is the best choice to assist him in locating and reintegrating the memory. During the meld she would be an outside observer of the memories, unnoticed by anyone but Tuvok.

When Tuvok initiates the mind meld, he attempts to take them to the cliff in his memory, but instead they appear on the USS Excelsior, under attack by the Klingons. Explaining the attack, the memory moves once more, to three days before, when Praxis exploded. After learning about how Captain Kirk and Dr McCoy were placed on trial for the assassination of the Klingon Chancellor, Captain Sulu attempted a rescue mission, which Tuvok was the only Excelsior crew member to protest against.

In an effort to avoid confrontation with the Klingons, Sulu ordered an approach path through a nebula remarkably similar to the one Voyager was observing in the Delta Quadrant – the appearance causing Tuvok to recall the repressed memory once more, breaking the mind meld.

After a period of recovery for Tuvok, during which Janeway and Kim comment on the differences between Starfleet of the 23rd century and the 24th, they try the mind meld again, appearing once more on the Excelsior. After a discussion about Tuvok's motivations for joining Starfleet for each of his Starfleet careers, a small Klingon attack began. After Sulu claimed their navigational equipment had malfunctioned, Kang insisted upon escorting the Excelsior back to Federation space, to help them from getting lost again. Sulu agreed, but on the way out of the nebula they were in, came up with a plan to disable the Klingon ship by igniting the sirillium that was also present in that nebula. After this succeeded, they set course once more for Qo'noS, before being attacked again by three Klingon battlecruisers, an attack that killed Lieutenant Dimitri Valtane. As Tuvok watches Valtane die, the memory appeared once more, and in Sickbay, the neural engrams destabilize, preventing the meld from being broken. On the Excelsior, Sulu could suddenly see Janeway, who was supposed to merely be an observer. In an effort to blend into the memories, Tuvok takes Janeway to a time where she can steal Commander Janice Rand's uniform. In Sickbay, the Doctor and Kes notice an irregularity in the memories, and deduced they were not in fact memories, but instead a virus. Using thoron radiation, they begin to kill the virus.

On the Excelsior, the attack occurs once more, and Valtane dies when a plasma conduit behind his console explodes. The image of the girl on the cliff appears, but this time, it is Janeway who is letting the girl fall. As the Doctor continues the efforts to kill the virus, it tracks back, changing to Valtane, and then an endless stream of other children. Eventually, it dies, and Tuvok breaks the meld.

In Sickbay, the Doctor and Kes explain what must have happened: the virus thrived on neural peptides, and hid itself by creating the false memory that the person bearing it would repress, so the virus could live in secret, and migrate from person to person as its hosts died.

Walking down a corridor, Janeway suggests that Tuvok missed those days, a suggestion Tuvok rejects. However, he admits that he is pleased to have been a part of them, and having experienced the memories, Janeway says she feels she was a part of them as well. As a result, Tuvok suggests that she could feel nostalgic for the both of them.

Review:

This episode was Voyager’s contribution to Trek’s 30th Anniversary alongside Deep Space Nine’s episode ‘Trials and Tribble-ations’. Back when I reviewed that series on Facebook, I didn’t give the DS9 episode a high rating. This is because my interest in Trek is very much centred on this Picard-Sisko-Janeway era, and to a lesser extent the films of the reboot timeline. Neither the original show, nor its follow-ons in films and animation, nor any of the subsequent Trek productions have ever really appealed to me. As such, episodes like this really have to land great concepts, etc. outside of the original series fan service that they’re primarily designed to be.

With this episode, it’s almost a disaster because it ends up being this idea that a virus can disguise itself as a memory. Event for Trek, that’s a conceit too far. Viruses are physical (albeit microscopic) beings that are of physical form and substance, while memory engrams are a form energy within the brain. Now last I checked, living beings in Trek could not shift from matter to energy and back unless they’re being transported; no one can chop-and-change between the two states at will, and do that requires being an organism capable of will anyway. In that sense, viruses don’t count, so the idea of a physical virus masquerading as the mental energy of a memory is total rubbish.

Luckily, there is some great compensation in that the episode gives us insight into Tuvok’s backstory, thereby providing some decent exploration of his character. In particular, I really identified with his early struggles to get on with humans and their ego-centric tendencies. As an autistic person, I often feel the same about non-autistic society, and how neurotypical society designs everything to fit only itself, only ever helping autistics as an afterthought when we should be considered as part of the mainstream. We should no more have to try and be like neurotypicals than Vulcans should ever try to be like humans. Autistics are Autistics just as Vulcans are Vulcans; everything is what it is and everyone is who they are. That is reality, period.

I also note that Tuvok goes into Starfleet twice, but the first time it was against his wishes and the second time it was on his own terms. This is similar to some of my own choices in life; there are forms of entertainment, for example, that I won’t try when others suggest them to me, but that I end up trying on my own if and when circumstances make them appeal to me. Likewise, I’m not averse to change per se, but I’m only ok with change if I devise, drive and control it. Any change effectively inflicted on me or that doesn’t involve my input, I simply cannot stand, purely because I need predictability. As such, I fully respect and commend Tuvok for leaving Starfleet and coming back to it later on. Things are always better when you choose them rather than having others choose for you.

So, overall, this episode is great fan-service for those who like original Trek, marred by a poorly conceived plot device that really begs too much suspension of disbelief, but compensates with character exploration and a few interesting parallels between human-Vulcan and neurotypical-autistic relations. On balance, I give this one 8 out of 10.

Episode 3: The Chute

Plot (as adapted from Wikipedia):

On the Akritirian homeworld Tom Paris and Harry Kim are falsely accused of a terrorist bombing using Trilithium. They are sent to a brutal prison where inmates must fend for themselves to survive, insufficient food is delivered daily through a chute, and each prisoner is implanted with a device called "the clamp" that induces aggression and gradually drives them insane. When Captain Janeway tries to intercede, she is told by Ambassador Liri of Akritiri that Kim and Paris have been tried and convicted for the crime.

Whilst trying to defend Kim, Paris is stabbed in the stomach. Kim manages to work with one of the aliens in order to get bandages for Paris. He also tries to unite the prisoners, to no avail. Kim and the alien work together to disable the force field blocking the chute, climb it, and find that the prison is actually a giant space station. Paris goes completely mad and wrecks the device that disabled the force field. Harry, afflicted as well, attacks Paris in return but manages to hold on to his sanity.

Meanwhile, the Voyager crew manages to capture the real bombers, Piri and Vel. When Janeway returns to the Akritiri and offers to exchange them for her crewmen, the Akritiri ambassador refuses, stressing that their convictions cannot be overturned. Janeway then approaches the bombers, who inform the Voyager staff that they know the location of the prison where Kim and Paris are kept. Janeway decides to free them in exchange for information on the prison's location and on how to penetrate it.

Using Neelix's ship as a disguise, the crew manage to hook into the chute—which is the only means to enter the prison. A small away team consisting of Janeway, Tuvok and a few security guards infiltrate the prison, pacify the prisoners and rescue Kim and Paris. They then quickly exit the scene just as an Akritiri patrol vessel states its intention to board Neelix's ship.

Back aboard Voyager, Kim is horrified at what he had almost done while afflicted. Paris convinces him to use a week's worth of replicator rations to recreate some of the meals they had discussed while in prison.

Review:

Apparently, this episode was supposed to be a Harry Kim equivalent to DS9’s ‘Make-O’Brien-Suffer’ episodes, something that would test Kim’s humanity and his youthful naiveté through a prison story. However, since such stories involve large passages of time and Trek shows don’t allow for that, a cheat was needed. As a time cheat had already been used in DS9’s episode ‘Hard Time’, this episode went another way and developed a tech cheat; a neurological device designed to stimulate aggression. This makes the episode less about the impact of prison on Trek humanity, and more about pitting the enlightened attitude of Trek and Starfleet against basic humanoid neurochemistry. Can the vaunted ideals of 24th century humanity hold if the brain is hard-wired to try and make you a violent berserker?

It’s worth noting that a similar device to the clamp exists in Warhammer 40,000 lore; that device being the Butcher’s Nails, which are used in that franchise to account for the Space Marine legion known as the World Eaters being berserkers prior to their fall to Chaos and the blood god Khorne. However, unlike some other things I’ve seen in Trek and other sci-fi, this one appears to come after Trek’s used the concept, so for once we might be able to claim some originality for Trek here. Sadly, the show’s need for action and showing Voyager trying to save Harry and Tom cuts into any real exploration of the issue supposedly at hand, nor is it readily apparent we’re meant to be exploring a mental battle in Harry’s head. As a result, the episode’s flawed execution spoils an otherwise interesting premise. End score, 7 out of 10.

Episode 4: The Swarm

Plot (as given by me):

While Voyager tries to traverse a region of space controlled by a mysterious xenophobic species whose language is indecipherable to the universal translator, the Doctor begins to experience memory lapses. At first these are minor, but grow in severity to the point where he can’t remember a medical procedure in the midst of performing it. It turns memory buffers installed in the Doctor’s program to compensate for an extended run-time are breaking down, and if it continues the Doctor will eventually degrade into nothingness. The only initial solution is to reset the Doctor’s program, but that would wipe out his memories of the past two years and not solve the underlying problem.

In order to try and avoid the reset scenario, B’Elanna consults a diagnostic program on the holodeck, which comes complete with its own holographic version of the Doctor’s creator, Dr Lewis Zimmerman, to act as a diagnostic tool for fixing issues with the EMH system. According to the Diagnostic Hologram, the Doctor’s extended run-time and addition of superfluous knowledge are the causes of the degradation. Kes, who takes over from B’Elanna when she has to deal with the alien problem from Engineering, argues for the Doctor’s right to self-improvement, but the DH can’t understand it; he feels the EMH should be content to just be a good medical hologram, just as the DH is content being a diagnostic tool.

A swarm of alien ships begin to close in on Voyager, and Captain Janeway is forced to keep B’Elanna in Engineering, meaning it falls to Kes to handle the Doctor’s escalating situation. Returning to the holodeck, Kes and the Diagnostic Hologram come up with the idea of a matrix graft; the DH’s matrix grafted on the Doctor’s should resolve the issue for good. Doing so would deprive Voyager of the diagnostic program, but Kes points out the program will be useless without an EMH to diagnose. Voyager manages to fight off the swarm, and the Doctor is ultimately healed. Initially, he appears to have re-set to his initial mind-state with no memories, but then begins humming an opera he was singing earlier in the episode. This indicates his memories have survived intact and are taking time to integrate with his repaired holo-matrix.

Review:

Much like last season’s ‘Innocence’, this episode is an Alzheimer’s analogy, albeit a better one in that it’s looking purely at the memory loss side of dementia and not referencing the potentially offensive notion of a ‘second child-hood’. However, the episode is spoiled by the lack of proper consideration for the Doctor’s situation later on. Initially, everyone treats him well and is going all out, but next thing you know, Kes is the only one who has time for him, and while the action-of-the-week may be blamed for this, the reality is it’s just bad writing.

Why is this bad writing? Well, the answer is simple; the Doctor is the only one on the ship qualified to act as the ship’s Doctor. If you lose him for any reason, that’s it; next dangerous anomaly or away-mission-turned-ambush that results in a severely injured crew member, that crew member is dead or disabled for life because you didn’t save your one qualified doctor. It’s sheer tactical lunacy to risk the electronic health of the Doctor, especially while getting into a situation where combat is likely, then becomes certain. Janeway and the crew luck out both in terms of crew injuries and getting the Doctor back; if the alien attack had been worse and the Doctor irretrievable, that would have been Voyager’s death knell sounded.

Frankly, I think this was a very poor episode, easily on a par with the likes of ‘Elogium’ and ‘Threshold’ for its terribleness. 4 out of 10 here, just because at least some of the performances were pretty good despite the abominable script.

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Tuvok and Sulu are both 🌿✨plant dads✨🌿

Inspired by @mylittleredgirl post about Tuvok and his orchids

Tuvok was only 29, and an ensign when Sulu was captain of the Excelsior. It’s also indicated that he did not enjoy his time at the academy or on board (partly from his own ingrained xenophobia, partly from human prejudice) and it’s one of the reasons he retired. I’d like to think however, because of Sulu’s friendship and experiences with Spock, and Sulu’s generally chill and kind vibes that he and Tuvok got along. I mean, why else would Tuvok do such a sentimental thing as bring the captain tea? Even if he disagreed with the Captain’s course of action? That is not in the job description of an ensign or a junior science officer. ☕️

What if Sulu got Tuvok into taking care of orchids?

Imagine Sulu, who, even though he’s a captain now, still keeps up with his xenobotany hobby, noticing a grumpy ensign with no notable friends. Something about him, maybe it’s because he’s a junior science officer, maybe it’s because he’s alone, reminds him of his friend and former commander. So he just reached out to him in casual, professional conversation whenever they’re in the Excelsior’s greenhouse. Eventually one day, Captain Sulu gets a variety of extraterrestrial orchids (rank hath its privileges). One of them just so happens to be of Vulcan variety.

Ensign Tuvok is low-key enamored by it, for scientific purposes of course as a science officer, it’s not like he felt pressured to join Starfleet and is feeling a bit homesick. Sulu, even though he knows perfectly well how to get a Vulcan orchid to flourish, or any plant really, he’s been doing this for decades after all, feigns ignorance. He frequently asks Tuvok questions about it, encouraging him to look after it (for the interests of xenobotany obv). It’s as much genuine assessment of the peculiar orchid as it is a deliberate attempt to encourage Tuvok’s confidence.

“Captain, with all due respect, I do not see the logic in asking me these questions when the answers provided by the ship’s computer would more than suffice.”

“Ah, I would Ensign, but this particular plant has been exceedingly temperamental. May be a mutation or a new botanical disease? I’m afraid it seems the Federation’s data on Vulcan’s few and delicate flora is not enough. I find myself relying on your botanical expertise 😉”

Over time Sulu leaves the orchid more and more in Ensign Tuvok’s capable hands, until he ultimately suggests he keep it once they’ve learned all that they can from the anomalous Vulcan flower. Tuvok delightedly politely accepts. Even after he retires from Starfleet for a chunk of time, and Captain Sulu is long gone due to the limits of a human life span. Even through his attempted (and left incomplete) Kohlinar, and his return to Starfleet.

The Vulcan orchids to which Tuvok tends on Voyager, are result of dozens of generations of the same orchid specimen Captain Sulu gave Tuvok 🌺

#star trek #star trek voyager #star trek the undiscovered country #Star Trek tos #voyager #tuvok #baby ensign tuvok #hikaru sulu #sulu #captain sulu #vulcan orchids #plant dads #remembering a friend #bring your captains tea as a sign of affection #star trek headcanons #voyager headcanons #I apparently have a thing for human captains adopting Vulcan ensigns #first pike and spock #now tuvok and sulu lol

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voyager s5e17 ‘course: oblivion’

(don’t read if u haven’t watched the episode bc I think it was really good and u would like it)

Everything about this was just so painful. I only just watched it.

The little hints at the start that this is not our crew, namely, Tom never having been demoted and still having his lieutenant rank. (I thought it was a continuity error at first, but now I see it was actually such a clever detail.) Not to mention the sudden wedding.

The crew being so happy in the beginning with Tom and B’ellana.

B’ellana’s death before they could even honeymoon.

The fact that we see Chakotay die, but the next cut just shows even less crew present, without explanation. Tuvok is gone. Tom is gone. It’s not mentioned, we know why they’re not there. Why is that more heartbreaking.

Oh god I just remembered Janeway mentioned an Ensign Harper who just had a baby at the beginning of the episode. sadsadsad

They had this determination that they would not just disappear. They might not make it home, but they would collect their personal logs, their mission logs, their pictures, everything that they had done and everyone they had been, and they would send it out into space to be discovered, or not, but for it to at least exist somewhere out there. So that it wouldn’t be for nothing. (I find it kind of reminiscent of our golden disc, though we weren’t in such dire circumstances)

And the fact that they didn’t even get that. Not even that. Their ‘time capsule’ was destroyed by accident as their ship fell apart and deployment became impossible. That piece of hope was now gone.

At this point I thought... well, that’s it. They’ve got to get out of this. They couldn’t have their time capsule destroyed only to not survive this. Surely their memories died, only for them to live.

And then they see our voyager! And I think yes yes yes! I was right! They can do this, they’ve done it, they’ve found them! And they make one final push towards this hope, one final try. We cut to our voyager and we see they received the distress signal and are on their way. They can do this! They are doing it, surely they’ve done it! We saw them, we saw harry and seven, giving it everything they had.

And then voyager reaches the coordinates.

And the only thing left of them is debris.

Janeway makes a note in her log that they received a distress signal from an unknown vessel that was destroyed before they arrived. And we know that that footnote is the only thing left of that crew’s existence.

Resigned to oblivion, as the title suggested. The story had this way of surprising me with the obvious. Their fate was sealed in the episode’s title, but it’s almost as if I were in denial about it. Maybe that was purposeful. Maybe not.

This was an episode so heavy with grief, so completely and unbearably forged from it. The writers leaned into the catharsis of tragedy so effectively, and the feelings this story invoked in me will stay with me for a long, long time. Thanks for reading my ramble.

#anyway crying #just had to talk about this #pain man #voyager #star trek #star trek voyager #voy #star trek voy #personal log #im losing my mind over this guys omfg

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myenterpriseisparked · 3 years

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The Voyager Bunch

Or, Rascals: Voyager Edition

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Based on this post

This is dedicated to @jellybeansarecool @bizships @emilie786 @joyful-voyager and @subtle-spock for providing ideas, encouragement, and for generally being really awesome people. Also they are the nicest folks ever. Go follow them.

This ain’t my first fanfiction rodeo, but it is my first Star Trek fanfiction rodeo so I beg for your patience. Also, I am perfectly aware that there are some plot holes in here. This is because I am an animal scientist, not a Starfleet physicist/biologist/whateverist. Swiss cheese also has holes and swiss cheese is good so please consider that.

Click here to read on AO3, if you prefer. Thanks for reading!

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Despite having only been a captain for a few years, Kathryn Janeway had seen more unusual occurrences, courtesy of the Delta Quadrant, than most Starfleet captains combined. Some days, she felt a little overwhelmed by the summary of the last three years of experiences. Other days, she was grateful for the callouses such challenges had built over her nerves, preparing her to face even the strangest incidents without panicking.

Today was a day to be grateful, because without having seen everything she had seen, the prospect of her Chief Engineer, Chief of Security, Head Helmsman, and most brilliant Ensign being reverted into child-like versions of themselves would have launched her straight into a spiral of panic.

“How-” Janeway paused for a moment to pinch the bridge of her nose, “how exactly did this happen?”

“Well, ya see, ‘Lanna and Harry and I were in that shuttle and then this big black thing showed up and we flew into it and there was a big flash and-”

Janeway held a hand up, cutting off the shockingly fast string of prattle. “I think I understand that part, Tom, thank you.” She spoke as gently and patiently as possible. “What I don’t understand is how Tuvok got into this.... predicament.”

She turned toward the tallest of the four children, who stood with his hands behind his back in a way that would have been exactly like Tuvok, if the pre-teen boy weren’t fidgeting with the hem of his shirt and looking around the bridge, open mouthed and starry-eyed. “Tuvok?”

The Vulcan turned toward her. “The shuttle was stuck in the anomaly and the tractor beam wasn’t working, so I rammed my ship into theirs to dislodge it.” Tuvok nearly smiled, which was jarring to see on his features, no matter how much younger he looked. “It worked, but I got sucked into the anomaly too. When we came out the other side, we looked like this.”

He motioned to Tom and B’Elanna, who were standing next to him, both of which appeared to be around the age of 5 or 6. Harry, who looked to be about a year old, was currently tucked into Chakotay’s arms, playing contentedly with the rank bar at the large man’s throat.

Janeway looked the group over, ignoring the humored smiled playing at her first officer’s lips. With a sigh, she turned to the members of her senior officer team that were not currently under the age of 13. “I’m open to suggestions.”

“I would like to run some experiments first, but I am wondering if I can age their DNA back to the correct age in a process similar to the one I used to turn you and Mr. Paris back into humans after the, ah, Warp 10 incident,” The Doctor said.

“That might put their bodies back at the right age,” Kes said, brow furrowing, “but their minds appear to have reverted to their new biological age as well. Will the DNA reversal process fix that?”

The Doctor tilted his head. “I’m unsure. I need more time to research and run simulations.”

Janeway nodded. “Get started on that right away. In the meantime,” she turned back to the children and her commander, “let’s get you four something to eat.”

Neelix jumped to his feet, practically lighting up the room with his enthusiasm. “I’ll fix you kiddos up something real nice!” He dashed over to the door with a wild grin. “Give me ten minutes, and I’ll have the best grilled cheese sandwich you’ve ever smelt!” He saluted the whole room and practically bounced out the door.

Janeway glanced over at Chakotay who, for the first time since he had picked up baby Harry, looked nervous. His worried glance met her own and he tilted his head.

“Well,” Chakotay sighed, “hopefully these guys aren’t as picky of eaters as I was.”

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As unappealing as Janeway found Neelix’s cooking to be, it was, apparently, perfect for kids, as evidenced by the unrestrained glee with which Tom, B’Elanna, and Tuvok devoured their sandwiches.

The captain couldn’t help but smile as Tom downed the second half of his sandwich in a few bites and think how the older version of Tom would have been appalled to see himself eating Neelix’s cooking with such enjoyment.

As the older children ate, Janeway found herself spooning some kind of mashed vegetable mix into Harry’s waiting mouth. At first, she was a little uncomfortable with the idea of feeding one of her best officers, but, once she was able to get past the strangeness of the entire situation, she found herself enjoying the funny expressions and eager attitude of the baby in front of her.

“Gosh, he’s such a cute baby.” She said with a grin for the fourth time.

Chakotay leaned over, his shoulder brushing hers as he smiled at Harry. “I’d like to agree with you, Captain, but you keep hogging him so I can’t get a good look.” He turned to look her in the eye, raising his eyebrow teasingly.

She shoved him playfully with her elbow. “You got to hold him earlier in the conference room. It’s my turn.”

“I think your turn ended about ten minutes ago,” he grinned.

“I think I can find something else for you to do if you’re going to take Harry away from me, Commander.” She returned his grin.

“Fine,” Chakotay shook his head with a chuckle, “but I get him later.”

-----

Several hours had passed since lunch and, much to Chakotay’s disappointment, baby Harry was still firmly in Janeway’s possession, perched on her hip and looking for all the world like he belonged there.

Chakotay tried not to think too much about how naturally Kathryn had taken to caring for Harry as he watched her pace the bridge, checking on various scanner readings and flight paths, from his position on the floor by their command chairs. Beside him, Tom and B’Elanna rolled a ball back and forth between them, excitedly chattering about... well... everything.

“Do you think the whales were really THAT big?” Tom spread his arms out to the side.

“Yeah they were!” B’Elanna exclaimed loudly enough that the entire ship could probably hear it. Despite Chakotay’s best efforts to get her to lower her voice, the young girl seemed to only have one volume. “I saw a big fake one in a museum once and it was HUGE!”

“Whoa!” Tom’s eyes widened. “Bigger than this ship?”

B’Elanna tilted her head. “I don’t know, but it was definitely bigger than me!”

The two kids laughed, rolling the ball back and forth faster.

“Hey Tom?”

“What?”

“You’re my best friend!” B’Elanna suddenly reached forward and gave Tom a hug.

Chakotay glanced up at Kathryn to exchange a look of awe before he turned back to the kids on the floor. “But B’E, I thought you just said a few minutes ago that I’m your best friend.” He raised an eyebrow, hiding his smile.

The young girl gave him a look that he had seen far too many times on her older counterpart’s face whenever he said something particularly dumb. “I can have two best friends, duh.”

He laughed. “Fair enough.”

Suddenly, he saw Kathryn’s purposeful walk stop out of the corner of his eye.

“Chakotay,” her voice was even and tense, “where’s Tuvok?”

Eyes widening, Chakotay glanced around the bridge. Tuvok was no where to be seen.

“Chakotay to Tuvok.” He stood as he tapped his commbadge. “Tuvok, please acknowledge.” They waited a moment and, upon receiving no response, moved simultaneously toward the turbolift.

“It’s possible he hasn’t figured out how to use his comm.” Janeway tucked Harry closer to her side as they stepped into the lift. “Computer: locate Tuvok.”

“Unable to comply.”

Janeway gave the ceiling a glare. “Why?”

The computer did not respond.

“Maybe the de-aging effect has made it difficult for the computer to locate him.” Chakotay rested a hand on her shoulder. “I’m sure he’s alright; he’s probably just exploring the ship; you saw how amazed he was by everything in the conference room earlier.”

She nodded tightly. “Let’s hope so. Where do you think he’s gone?”

“Maybe to the holodeck?”

“Or his quarters.”

“What about the mess hall?”

“He just ate.”

They both paused, mulling it over.

“Alright.” Kathryn straightened. “I’ll check holodeck one and his quarters, you check holodeck two and the mess hall.” She turned back to the lift door. “Holodeck one.”

Chakotay swallowed around the lump in his throat, trying not to think of all the ways a small child could get hurt on a spaceship like Voyager. As the turbolift began to move, Janeway’s badge chirped.

“Kes to the captain.”

Her brow raised as she tapped the emblem. “Go ahead.”

“I think I’ve found something you’re missing.” Kes’s usually lighthearted tone was even lighter, clear amusement seeping through.

Kathryn turned to look Chakotay in the eye, a hopeful smile brightening her face. “I’m on my way.”

-----

Honestly, Janeway was a little ashamed of the fact that she didn’t think to go looking for her best friend among the orchids and other plants in the aeroponics bay, considering his horticulturally-related hobbies. As she and Chakotay stepped into the room, smiles crept onto both of their faces as they watched Tuvok carefully transfer one of Kes’s sprouts to a bigger pot. After patting the soil around the plant firmly, he wiped a hand across his forehead, smearing dirt on his face to match the dirt on his uniform.

Kes smiled up at the command team. “He came down and asked about a hundred questions about our system and then offered to help me with my work while we talked because its ‘more efficient to talk and work than simply talk.’”

Janeway chuckled at Kes’s approximation of Tuvok’s speech pattern. “Thanks for letting us know, Kes.” She reluctantly handed Harry to Chakotay, who flashed his dimples, and crouched next to Tuvok. “Hello there.”

Tuvok glanced up quickly before resuming his work. “Hello, Captain. Did you know that these Talaxian green beans take only a week and a half to reach maturity?”

“I did not.” Janeway raised a brow and tilted her head. “That’s very impressive.”

“I thought so too when Kes told me.” He patted the soil around another plant and set it aside, retrieving another sprout.

“Tuvok,” the captain reached forward and rested a hand on his shoulder, “I’m glad you’ve found something to do, but you have to tell someone where you’re going before you wander off. We didn’t know what happened to you and Chakotay and I were really worried.”

Behind her, Chakotay’s heart flipped. There was something rather... intimate about the way she had referred to both of them being worried about a child.

“I’m sorry, Captain.” Tuvok nodded his head. “It won’t happen again.”

“Good.” Janeway smiled and stood. “Why don’t you help Kes down here for a while and then come back up to the bridge when you are ready?” She looked at Kes. “That is, if Kes is alright with that.”

The young woman smiled. “Of course, I’d love some help.”

Janeway nodded and turned back to Tuvok. “Be sure to let us know when you’re on your way back up.”

“Of course, Captain.”

She patted him one last time on the shoulder and turned back to Chakotay. They fell into step beside one another and entered the elevator.

As the doors whooshed closed, Janeway turned to Chakotay with the intention of reclaiming Harry, but stopped. A smile grew across her lips as she watched Chakotay bounce Harry gently, allowing the little boy to palm his tattoo in curiosity. Even as one of Harry’s chubby fingers poked him in the eye, Chakotay simply chuckled and took the tiny hand in his own.

He finally turned to look at her. “What?”

Kathryn just shook her head, grinning wider. “I was going to take Harry from you, but I can’t bear to break up this cute little arrangement.” She motioned to the two of them with a long finger.

The corner of Chakotay’s mouth kicked up a little higher. “Captain, did you just imply that I’m cute?”

Her brow arched, but her smile didn’t diminish. “It would be hard for anyone to look unappealing with a cute baby in their arms.”

Her heart stopped suddenly as she realized what she had just said. From the look of Chakotay’s face, he had caught it too. Implying that he and the baby were cute was one thing; calling him “appealing” was another. Before she could say anything else she might regret, Kathryn turned back to the lift door, schooling her features back into the face of the Captain.

If she had turned but a half-second later, she would have seen a wide smile break across Chakotay’s face.

-----

“I’m sorry, Captain, but I need more time. I won’t deactivate myself until I have a solution, but this situation is very delicate and I can’t risk rushing my tests. You’ll need to find somewhere for the children to sleep. Hopefully I’ll have a solution tomorrow.”

Kathryn nodded. “Of course. Thank you, Doctor.”

With a grim smile, the feed from sickbay switched off, leaving her to look at her dark reflection in the black screen. Something like relief swept over help alongside a touch of regret. On one hand, she could really use her senior officers back in functioning shape. On the other hand....

Her eyes drifted back down to Harry, who had pulled a bit of her hair out of it’s ponytail and was curling it around his tiny fist in unbreakable fascination. A smile tugged at her lips as she cuddled him a bit closer.

She could get used to this.

The thought struck her before she even knew what she was feeling and, as soon as she admitted it to herself, she took that feeling and shoved it as deep into the recesses of her mind as she could. She was the captain of a ship that was constantly in danger and she shouldn’t dwell on things she couldn’t have.

Kathryn sighed, rubbing the back of her neck. “Well, Harry, looks like we need to find you a place to sleep.”

Turning back to the computer, she moved to set him down so she could use both hands to search the crew quarters layouts for a suitable place to keep the children overnight. As soon as Harry’s feet touched the ground, a wail rose from the back of his throat and his face scrunched.

Kathryn quickly scooped him back up. “Harry? What’s wrong?”

The boy’s cry of protest faded into whimpers and he buried his head in her shoulder, clinging to her tightly.

A warm feeling washed over her. “Ah,” she smiled, “I see.”

She pulled him closer and turned back to the computer, tapping buttons with one hand. “You can stay up here with me, then.”

The door to her quarters chimed.

“Come in.”

Before she could turn to greet her guest, mischievous giggles rose from the door. Eyebrow raised, she whirled around to find Chakotay standing in the doorway, a stack of PADDs in his hand, a tiny engineer on his left leg, and a tiny helmsman on his right.

He stepped forward with far less difficultly than she would have expected, given the extra weight on his legs. He crossed the room quickly and passed the PADDs to her. “The crew reports you requested.”

“Thank you.” She smiled, glancing down at the still giggling forms. “Not to alarm you, Commander, but it would seem that you have a couple of lifeforms attached to you.”

Chakotay’s eyes grew wide in mock surprise. “Really?” He turned his head and shuffled around, as if to look at his back. “Where?”

Tom and B’Elanna’s laughter grew. Suddenly, Chakotay leaned over and scooped the two of them off his legs, lifting them both up over his shoulders as their shrieked in delight.

He turned back to Kathryn with a wide smile. “Not to worry, Captain, I’ve apprehended the life forms.”

She smiled back with a soft chuckle. “We need to find a place for the life forms to stay tonight.”

Chakotay’s smile faded into a more serious, but not displeased look. “The Doctor doesn’t have a solution yet, then?” He lowered Tom and B’Elanna to the ground. They scampered off to the viewport, excitedly chattering about the stars.

“No, he needs a bit more time.”

Chakotay nodded. “Maybe I could take them for the night, that way someone is there to keep an eye on them.”

Kathryn shook her head. “I have no doubt in your babysitting abilities, Commander, but four children is a lot for one person to watch alone and your quarters are not big enough for Trouble 1 and Trouble 2 to run around in.” She gestured to the kids at the window.

“Fair point. Maybe I should take Harry and Tuvok then, and you could take Tom and B’Elanna?”

She turned Harry away from Chakotay. “Trying to take my boy again, are you Chakotay?”

He chuckled and shook his head. “Do you have another idea, then, Mom?”

Her breath caught in her throat, but she managed to smirk at him and continue speaking without any indication that his previous sentence had impacted her. “My quarters are the largest on the ship. If we set up cots here in my living room we could easily both keep an eye on the children overnight.”

“Sounds good to me.” He glanced up at the clock on the wall. “How about I go collect Tuvok from aeroponics and some food from the mess hall while you get the cots set up?”

“Sounds like a plan.”

He gave her one last lingering smile, which she returned, before heading out the door and down the hall.

-----

Apparently the lunch they had shared earlier that day had been misleadingly easy. Supper was, to put it lightly, a challenge.

“B’Elanna, eat your own food and stop taking from Tom’s plate,” Kathryn said firmly.

“But Tom isn’t eating it!”

“I was going to eat it! I’m just a slower eater than you are!”

“Well eat faster then!”

“B’Elanna!” Chakotay set down the spoon he had been using to feed Harry and fixed her with a stern look. “That food isn’t yours, and Kathryn already asked you to stop taking Tom’s food. You won’t be asked again.”

B’Elanna mumbled out an apology and stuffed another bite of her own meal into her mouth.

Kathryn shot Chakotay a grateful smile and turned to Tuvok, who was holding up one of his vegetables to the light. “Tuvok? What are you doing?”

“I’m looking at the xylem and phloem of this plant.”

She bit back a smile. “I appreciate your curiosity, Tuvok, but I need you to stop studying your food and start eating it.”

The young Vulcan turned to her and nodded. “Of course.” He politely chewed and swallowed his food and turned back to the captain. “Did you know that this particular plant is a distant cousin of Terran broccoli? You can tell by the-”

Chakotay smiled as he watched Kathryn listen to Tuvok’s fourth lecture of the evening on plant biology. Neither of them were certain of what he was talking about most of the time, but his enthusiasm for the subject was nearly infectious and neither of them minded listening.

“Chakotay?”

He turned away from the scene across the table and looked at Tom next to him. “Yes?”

“After dinner, will you read to us?”

“Of course.” Chakotay smiled and ruffled Tom’s hair. “Anything particular you want to hear?”

“I want to hear about your missions with the Maquis!” B’Elanna bounced in her seat, all of that barely-contained Klingon energy starting to spill over.

“Or perhaps you could read to us from a classic story,” Tuvok raised a brow. “I’m fond of the works of Tolkien, maybe Tom and B’Elanna would like ‘The Hobbit’ too?”

“What’s a hobbit?” Tom’s face scrunched in confusion.

“Maybe,” Kathryn interjected before Tuvok could give a detailed recounting of the beloved childhood book, “Chakotay could tell us a story from his tribe.” Her eyes met his across the table. “He is pretty good at recounting ancient legends.”

Heat crept up the sides of Chakotay’s face as he held her stare. “Maybe.”

“Nah,” Tom’s voice broke through the pleasant tension between them. “I wanna know what a hobbit is!”

Chakotay chuckled. “Alright, ‘The Hobbit’ it is.”

-----

It took some time to get the older three to settle into bed, but finally, they began to yawn and snuggle deeper under their blankets. As their heads grew heavier, Chakotay wrapped up his story telling and the command team began to tuck their young companions in for the night.

As Chakotay wished Tom and Tuvok a good night’s rest, Kathryn carefully extracted B’Elanna from where she was snuggled into her side and took her over to her cot. As she got the small girl settled, she suddenly reached up and captured Kathryn in a tight hug. Surprised, Kathryn’s eyes widened, but she returned the gesture in earnest.

“Kathryn?”

“Yes, B’Elanna?”

“You’re my best friend.”

Kathryn blinked and pulled back to look B’Elanna in the eyes with a small smile. “I thought Chakotay and Tom were your best friends.”

“I can have more than one best friend.” B’Elanna’s voice was filled with deep confidence, despite how sleep-laced it was.

“Fair enough,” Kathryn chuckled, pulling the blankets tightly around the girl. “Goodnight.”

She met Chakotay in her bedroom, Harry still in his arms.

“Any time I try to set him down he starts crying.” Chakotay grinned sheepishly.

She grinned back. “I had a similar experience earlier today.” She reached up and brushed hand over the boy’s soft, black hair. “Its a good thing he weighs next to nothing.”

At Kathryn’s gentle touch, Harry stirred. His dark eyes found Kathryn’s and he reached out for her. With a look of mock hurt, Chakotay transferred the boy to his desired location.

“I’m trying not to be offended right now, Harry.”

Kathryn simply grinned and bounced the baby in her arms gently. “It’s alright, Chakotay. He has excellent taste.”

Chakotay shook his head, dimples flashing. “I suppose I can’t argue with that.”

She turned toward the bed and settled herself on one side, her back resting against the pillows and Harry resting against her chest. “Let’s see if we can get this one sleepy enough to not notice if we set him down.” She looked back at Chakotay, who was still standing, rather awkwardly. She patted the bed next to her with a smirk. “Come on, Commander. Get some rest. We’ve has a big day, wrangling the kiddos.”

He smiled and crossed the room to the other side of the bed, gently sitting next to her, his legs stretched out. “It has been a long day,” he said with a sigh. “But, I can’t say I haven’t enjoyed it.” He tilted his head to look at Kathryn, who was already looking up at him.

“Nor I.” Her voice was barely above a whisper.

Suddenly, Chakotay was very aware of how close their faces were. He watched as Kathryn’s eyes slid down to his lips. Before he could do something he couldn’t take back, he took a deep breath and turned away.

“Well,” Kathryn cleared her throat, sounding more like the Captain now, “it’s been fun but we should get some sleep. I’ll keep an eye on Harry here and take him to his cot in a few minutes. You should go ahead and rest, Commander.”

“Of course.” He tilted his head and gave her a small smile. “Goodnight, Kathryn.”

She grinned back. “Goodnight, Chakotay.”

-----

Apparently, Kathryn didn’t stay awake long enough to take Harry back to his cot, as evidenced by the weight on her chest as she stirred awake the next morning. She slowly became aware of her surroundings and the previous day’s events came flooding back to her.

She also became distinctly aware of the warm, comfortable presence beside her. As she opened her eyes, she realized that her first officer’s arm was settled around her shoulders and that his shoulder was currently her pillow. His head rested atop hers and the hand that was not draped around her shoulders was resting on top of Harry’s back next to her own.

The situation was all rather snuggly and, were it not a violation of every professional barrier Kathryn had erected between her and the commander, she would have had no issue in savoring the moment.

Then again.... maybe she could allow herself just a few moments to pretend that the baby in her arms wasn’t her star technical officer and that the man holding her close wasn’t her XO and that this was a perfectly normal situation.

Before she could get too far into her fantasy, however, Chakotay stirred next to her, his dark eyes fluttering open to find her own.

“Good morning,” he said, his voice huskier than her own as sleep clung to it.

“Good morning.”

They looked at each other for a moment before Chakotay carefully extracted himself from her side, helping her up so she could carefully place Harry in his cot in the living room without waking the boy or the other children who were still sleeping. Without a word, they quietly prepared breakfast and coffee, steeling themselves for another day of handling the kids.

-----

“I’m afraid I’m a bit.... stuck,” The Doctor ground out with obvious difficulty.

The captain raised an eyebrow. The EMH admitting that he was struggling to solve a problem was a rare instance indeed. “How so?”

With a huff, The Doctor turned back to his desk, flipping through experimental results from a stack of PADDs. “Kes was right; the DNA reversal process I initially thought might work will not account for the de-aging of the officers’ brains, so I decided to look at the type of radiation that might have caused this and, to be completely honest, Captain,” he turned back to look her in the eye, “I have absolutely no idea how this even happened. There’s no evidence of radiation, the temporal energy around them is unidentifiable, and I can’t figure out how their cells and their minds were reversed.” He lowered his head. “I’m unsure of how to even proceed from here.”

Kathryn nodded, taking the emotions that were beginning to tumble in her chest and stuffing them as far down as she could. “Very well, Doctor. Take a rest and we can all come back to the issue later once we’ve had time to think.” She rested a hand on his shoulder, causing him to look up. “Don’t despair yet; there’s a lot of other brilliant minds on this ship besides your own. We’ll figure it out together.” She smiled and gave his shoulder a squeeze before heading into the turbolift.

As the doors slid open, she found Tuvok waiting in the lift for her. She smiled down at him and stepped inside, calling for the bridge.

“Chakotay to the captain.”

She tapped her badge. “Go ahead.”

“We need you on the bridge, there’s a bit of a situation.”

She raised a brow, glancing down at Tuvok, who was gazing at her intently. “On my way.”

-----

“So they want to.... interview us?”

“They want to interview you specifically.”

“To see if we are worthy of going through their space.”

“Something like that.”

“And going around their space isn’t an option?”

“It would add another 7 months to our journey, so this interview is our ideal option.”

“No pressure, eh, Commander?” Janeway shifted Harry from one hip to the other with a long sigh. “Alright. Hail them.”

After a moment, a blue and red humanoid alien appeared on the screen.

“Greetings, Ambassador.” The Captain flashed a polite smile. “I’m Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager.”

The alien woman inclined her head. “Hello, Captain Janeway, I’m Ambassador Tel Parah of the Doonian Delegation.” Her eyes swept the bridge. “You’re ship is heavily armed, which, according to the laws of our people, requires that we do a personal interview of the commanding officer to ensure that violence or other manners of chaos will not be instigated as you pass through our space.”

“Of course, I understand.” Janeway smiled again. “What questions may I answer for you?”

Over the course of the next 30 minutes, Janeway was grilled on their purpose in passing through Doonian space, the types and numbers of weapons they carried, and the journey they had made so far. Just as Janeway thought there wasn’t possibly anything more she could tell them, Ambassador Parah paused and looked up from the computer device in her hand to study Janeway. After a moment, she spoke again.

“Just one more thing, Captain Janeway,” a slow smile slipped onto her face, “What’s your son’s name? He’s absolutely precious.”

Janeway raised her eyebrows in surprise and glanced down at Harry, who she had nearly forgotten was still in her arms. At some point, he had removed her combadge and was currently turning it over and over again in his tiny hands, taking a moment here and there to bite parts of the object he must have found particularly interesting. Kathryn exchanged an amused glace with Chakotay, who shrugged off screen, before turning back to the ambassador.

“This is Harry.” Janeway smiled, turning the boy so the ambassador could see him better.

The other woman smiled widely. “How adorable. He has the brightest eyes.”

“He does.” Kathryn smiled back down at him.

“You know,” Parah leaned back in her chair, “I usually don’t allow anyone through our space that isn’t from a system or planet we are already know and trust and so I wasn’t planning on letting Voyager pass. However, when I saw your baby and how well-cared for and happy he seems, I felt that I could trust you somehow.” She smiled again. “We value children highly in the Doonien Delegation. Children are often a reflection of a parent’s character. I can tell by Harry’s disposition and curiosity that you are of a fine character, Captain.”

Janeway cuddled Harry a little closer, heart warming. “Thank you, Ambassador, I take that as a high compliment.”

“As you should.” Parah leaned forward again. “You may pass through our space. We will have you stop at three checkpoints on your way though which I will send you the coordinated for in a moment. Have a safe journey.”

The screen went blank and Kathryn turned to Chakotay.

“Should I feel bad that I let her believe Harry is my son?”

Chakotay chuckled, stepping close enough and lowering his voice enough that the rest of the bridge could pretend not to hear him. “Are you saying he’s not?”

Her gaze grew softer. “I guess he’s sort of been like a son to me since we got on board.” She looked back down at him. “I feel very protective of him.”

Chakotay rested a hand on her shoulder. “I know.”

They smiled at each other again. Chakotay opened his mouth to say something more but, suddenly, there was a tug at Kathryn’s elbow.

“Captain? Now that the negotiations are over, I think I have an idea about how to fix Tom, B’Elanna, Harry, and me.” Tuvok’s eyes were bright and eager.

“Alright,” Captain Janeway smiled down at him. “Let’s get The Doctor up here and we’ll hear your idea together.”

-----

Chakotay exchanged glances with The Doctor and the Captain over the table as he bounced both Tom and B’Elanna on his knees. “Could that really work? It seems almost too easy.”

“Well, if this is a phenomena that’s inexplicable and is tied only to the anomaly the shuttles passed through, I feel like sending the children back through isn’t our worst idea.” The captain rubbed the back of her neck. “Doctor?”

The holographic man continued typing into his PADD for a moment before stopping and reading. “I- I honestly think this could work.” He slid the PADD over to Janeway. “It’s hard to predict, since we have no idea what exactly caused this, but if we send the shuttles through the anomaly opposite of the way they first went through, I think it just might turn them back to their usual ages.”

“How do we know it won’t just make them even younger?” Chakotay watched as B’Elanna slipped off of his knee, pulling Tom along with her to go play in the corner.

“We’d have to run some tests to be sure that they don’t. Perhaps we could send a plant through first, or some other organic life form.” The Doctor took the PADD back and made a note.

“We would also have to make sure that, if the tests show some promise, Tuvok can take the shuttle back through the anomaly.” Janeway turned to the boy sitting at her right. “Well, Tuvok? Do you think you could pilot the shuttle?”

He shook his head. “Since I don’t have my older self’s memories I don’t think I could.”

“We could use the tractor beam to send the shuttle through,” Chakotay said. “If we give them enough of a push to go through the anomaly, they should be able to pilot themselves back to Voyager once they get out the other side and have returned to their normal ages.”

Janeway raised her eyebrows. “Well, it’s worth a shot and I don’t have any better ideas. Commander, set a course for the anomaly. Doctor, prepare the experiments.”

-----

Tom and B’Elanna seemed to sense that something was up as they suddenly became even more clingy. The whole trip back to the anomaly, B’Elanna shared the captain’s chair with Kathryn, insisting with all of her Klingon passion that the older woman tell her more stories from earlier in their journey through the Delta Quadrant. At the helm, Tom hung on to Chakotay’s arm, watching the stars go by and asking Chakotay a hundred questions about piloting starships. Tuvok sat in Chakotay’s usual seat, interjecting with questions of his own here and there, and Harry sat on Kathryn’s knee, chewing on her jacket sleeve, her combadge still clutched tightly in his left hand.

After they reached the anomaly, it took a couple of hours for The Doctor to complete his experiments and, once he had declared that plants that had gone through the anomaly twice were returned to the same age the started as, they began preparing the children to enter the anomaly themselves.

“Will it hurt?” B’Elanna asked in the smallest voice she had ever used in her life as Kathryn tucked the small Starfleet uniform that she had come through the anomaly with around her shoulders.

“It won’t,” Tuvok said. “It didn’t hurt when we came through the first time, did it?”

She shook her head, but didn’t look very reassured.

“It’s okay, ‘Lanna!” Tom grabbed her hand. “I’ll be right beside you.”

Kathryn stood and took a step back, feeling almost as if someone had filled her chest with some of Neelix’s heavy stew. She had to let them go, of course, this wasn’t the way they were supposed to be, but she was certainly going to miss seeing the level of innocence her officers had now. B’Elanna was unburdened by trust issues, Tuvok was passionate and bright, and Tom - well, she supposed he hadn’t changed all that much, but at least he seemed to be genuinely happy, not just putting up a front of humor to protect himself.

It would be hard to see them go back, but maybe, now that she understood how the world and time had changed her friends, she could help them.

She was shaken from her thoughts by a tug at her collar. She looked down to see Harry pulling at her pips, completely enamored by the gold metal.

“Oh, Harry.” She nearly choked on his name. Since he was so young now, she didn’t have any insight into his personality after having seen him as a baby, but she was going to miss his innocent curiosity and familiar weight on her hip.

Before she could think too much about it, she handed Harry over to Tuvok. The younger boy scrunched his face up and whimpered at the change of hands, but Tuvok bounced him gently and he settled down, reaching for the pointed tip of Tuvok’s ear.

Kathryn took a step back, feeling Chakotay step up behind her so that they were nearly touching. “Best of luck, you four.” She gave them her most reassuring smile. “See you on the other side.”

She and Chakotay hurried up the bridge and gave the go ahead for the ensign who had taken over Harry’s post to begin using the tractor beam to move the shuttle out into the anomaly. They stood side-by-side on the bridge and watched the shuttle go through. At come point, they grabbed each other’s hands and squeezed each other tightly.

There was a flash as the shuttle passed through the anomaly. After a few terrifyingly quiet moments, the shuttle came bursting out of the other side and a voice crackled over the comm.

“Cochran to Voyager,” confusion leaked through Tom’s voice. “What the hell just happened?”

Kathryn and Chakotay smiled at each other in relief. “What’s the last thing you remember, Tom?” Chakotay asked.

“B’Elanna, Harry, and I were coming back to Voyager when we- wait a second, how did you get here, Tuvok?”

Janeway laughed. “Why don’t we get you four back on board and then we’ll explain everything.”

“Copy that. See you in a few.” Tom’s voice grew quieter, like he was leaning away from the comm. “I have a feeling this is going to be one heck of a story.”

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After everyone had been debriefed and left to process the last two days of strangeness, Chakotay found Kathryn in her favorite spot; on her couch and staring wistfully out at the stars as they drifted past. She had shucked her jacket and taken her hair out of it’s clip, leaving her in her grey turtleneck with her hair falling around her shoulders and face.

“Got a lot on your mind?”

She turned to smile at him, a note of sadness in her eyes. “It’s been an interesting couple of days.”

He settled on the couch a ways down, turning to face her. “It sure has.” He was quiet for a moment. “I’m going to miss our kids.”

“Me too. It was fun having little ones around, playing at being a parent.” She fidgeted with the seam on the couch. “It was different and they sure did give us some challenges,” she chuckled, “but I loved it.”

“Have you ever thought about having kids of ou-” he coughed, “your own?”

Her crystal blue gaze caught his. “Yes.” She smiled and looked out the window again. “I always thought someday I would be a mother.” With a snort and a smirk, she continued; “Of course, I never thought I’d be mothering my helmsman, security officer, engineer, and technical officer.”

Chakotay laughed softly. “I think you were mothering them before they were turned into actual children.”

“Perhaps.” A pause. “What about you? Did you ever think about being a father? Outside of the whole instance with Seska, of course.”

He nodded. “When I was in the Maquis, no. My life was too fast-paced to be a proper father. If I was going to be a dad, I wanted to do it right and I couldn’t have done that from a Maquis ship.” He took a deep breath. “After joining this crew, though.... I’m in a better place now, and I think I’d be thrilled to be a father.” He looked over at Kathryn to find that she was already looking at him with something like wonder in her eyes. He held her gaze for a moment and, finally finding a bit of courage, he said: “I’m more at peace.”

A smiled played at the corners of her lips, and her eyes looked a little like they were silver-lined, though Chakotay couldn’t quite tell for sure in the low light of her quarters.

“You were really good with the kids. You would make an excellent father, I have no doubt.”

He smiled. “You would make an excellent mother. You’re a natural.”

“Thank you, but I barely felt like I knew what I was doing.” She chuckled.

“You could have fooled me.” He grinned for a moment, before his countenance grew more serious. “I hope you get your wish someday, Kathryn. I hope you get to be a mother.”

She was quiet for a moment, and Chakotay suddenly felt his chest tighten. Had he said too much.

Before he could fall too far into his panic, her hand slid over to his, giving it a squeeze. He looked up into her eyes, which definitely had tears in them now.

“I hope you get to be a father too Chakotay. Someday.”

He squeezed her hand back and they both fell into a comfortable silence, enjoying the view of the stars outside Kathryn’s window.

#whew okay that got emotional there at the end #lets all take a breather and remember cute little Harry #Okay that's better #anyway #thanks for reading!#hopefully this wasn't too plot-hole-ridden #star trek voyager #kathryn janeway #captain janeway #janeway #chakotay #harry kim #b'elanna torres #tom paris #tuvok #neelix #kes #the EMH #the doctor

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jonathanarcher · 4 years

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I love that Tuvok is just randomly in insane places like the bridge of the Enterprise B in Generations, the mirror universe with the Terran resistance, as an ensign under Captain Sulu, etc. because I know most of it is just Tim Russ REALLY wanting to be on Star Trek but I still choose to believe that Tuvok is the Alexis Rose of Star Trek and he never talks about it but randomly Janeway will be like "Tuvok how are we going to break Tom Harry and Neelix out of gay baby jail?" And he'll be like "we can use a method I learned when I was imprisoned in a Klingon jail before I joined starfleet" and the mission goes on

#tuvok #voy #kathryn janeway #please dont get intimidated by this block of text #thats a tag im going to have to use

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Tuvok’s daughter is two things and two things only: 1) Trans 2) Not tired

#Asil #Tuvok is only capable of creating amab children but where they go from there is anyone's guess #out of this whole family only Sek and T'Pel are cishet #and sometimes T'Pel isn't v_v #Sek is that meme youtube video title that's like 'IN A WORLD...WHERE BEING STRAIGHT IS THE MINORITY...' and it has that girl sobbing #Sek is straight but such an ally that he had his first kiss with a guy (kar)#Asil insists she's a girl since she can talk and thus is referred to as such #when she gets older her entire family go to the temple she was blessed in and Asil goes through the process again #and she's welcomed into the family yet again under the name 'Asil' which her parents gave her again #in my mind it's a sign of great love/acceptance to be given a new name by your family since Vulcans seem to be very much about tradition and #familial pride/loyalty...being named again by family shows that you're still part of the family - still their child #it's a nice and important day v_v Asil gets lots of attention as the symbolic baby (though Varith is already born at this point)#Tuvok is wearing his starfleet uniform bc it's muscle memory but it's sort of funny to imagine him going back bc he'd still be an ensign #and he'd be like...what? 60? 70?#80??#I like how long Tuvok and T'Pel seem to have waited to have kids...literal decades and then FOUR !!#anyway #[REDACTED] family shenanigans #tuvok #tuvok art #comix #bee doodles #trans vulcans

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mrspockomakeitso · 3 years

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How the Voy crew would react to the lizard babies if they’d stuck around:

Janeway: watches over them when she can, but mostly lets the rest of the crew raise them; she doesn’t feel very attached to them, since she was a lizard when it happened, and she tries not to think about who the father is.

Tom: goes all out dad to raise these lizard babies. Takes them to old-earth car races on the holodeck. Tries every food in the replicator with them to see what they like. Tries not to think about who the mother is.

Harry: the lizards’ godfather. He brings them to work sometimes, which only ends in ship-wide disaster twice. After the second time, the lizards are banned from engineering, but they can visit their mom on the bridge every now and then, where they say hi to uncle harry.

B’Elanna: pretends the lizards don’t exist. She is the one who bans the lizards from engineering after a near-warp core breach. But deep down, she has a soft spot for the little guys. She brings them to the holodeck now and then to teach them how to defend themselves. She is the lizard’s godmother, and very slowly adapts to that role.

The Doctor: initially keeps the lizards locked in sickbay to monitor them and check their dna to be sure that they are, truly, the children of paris and janeway. Once their identity is verified, he is happy to welcome them aboard. He plays music to see what genre they’re into, and kicks them out of sickbay when he realizes they enjoy rock and roll more than anything.

Seven: she finds the lizard babies a handful at first, and she avoids babysitting at all costs. But when they’re older, they prove themselves capable and intelligent creatures. They help her discover a new spatial anomaly in the astrometrics lab, and after that she enlists them to help with her more challenging problems.

Tuvok: is one of the best babysitters for the lizard children. He teaches them how to behave on voyager so they don’t get into trouble, and plays endless matches of Kal-Toh to develop their cognitive abilities. He would never admit this, but the day the lizard babies earn their ensign uniform, the sight almost brings a tear to his usually dry eyes. Almost.

Neelix: as expected, he’s a very enthusiastic babysitter to the little ones. He watches over them while taking care if naomi, and the four kids become very close friends. Sometimes it’s difficult to find activities for both salamanders and humanoid species, but neelix finds a way.

Chakotay: the lizard babies don’t exist to him. When they are on the bridge, he makes every excuse to leave the room. Once one of them looked at him, and he felt its eyes pierce his very soul. Why is no one else weirded out by this? Why didn’t he leave them on the planet?

#threshold day #voy #threshold #mr spocko speaks #long post

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curator-on-ao3 · 3 years

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Fic Writer Review

Thank you to the brilliant and wonderful @procrastinatorproject for tagging me. I love this stuff! 💕

how many works do you have on AO3?

what’s your total AO3 word count?

382,259

how many fandoms have you written for and what are they?

Five Star Treks — The Next Generation, Voyager, Deep Space Nine, Discovery, and Picard (though primarily Voyager and Picard).

what are your top 5 fics by kudos?

Feet on the Ground, a post-Endgame Kathryn Janeway/Chakotay story I wrote at the request of a lovely friend who wanted my take on how those two could have a happily ever after.

Bad Ensign, which, despite being rated T, introduced the Bad Ensign sex game into the Trek fanfic universe — much to my pride and delight (if anyone wants to join the Bad Ensign party, please do!).

The Halo Effect, a post-Endgame Kathryn Janeway/Tom Paris story in which our heroes, somewhat unexpectedly, fall in love and find happiness together.

Tuvok’s Secret, a little Kathryn Janeway and Tuvok friendship crackfic in which Tuvok trusts one person onboard to keep his secret.

The Nest Between Them, which shares my take on how the Seven/Raffi handhold at the end of Picard season 1 may have come to be.

do you respond to comments, why or why not?

Yes! I respond to comments because I like to thank people for commenting. It’s so nice when readers reach out to say kind things about my stories, so I like to let them know I appreciate it.

what’s the fic you’ve written with the angstiest ending?

Oh, man. I’ve written a lot of angsty endings. Maybe What You Feel is What You Are and What You Are is Beautiful, a Janeway/OC story (and my first E fic 🙈) that I wrote upon request and was really, really tough to end.

do you write crossovers? if so what is the craziest one you’ve written?

I write crossovers within the Trekverse. The craziest that I wrote unprompted is probably Asunder, in which Gegen (the dinosaur scientist from Distant Origin) and a grown-up lizard baby go in search of Kathryn Janeway and Tom Paris, with Geordi La Forge tasked by Starfleet to find the two officers who disappeared years before. There’s obscure TNG canon in there about warp fields damaging subspace, plus obvious Threshold zaniness and I honestly think the whole thing holds together (though I do feel a bit like the crazy-eyed-guy-with-ribbons-connecting-pictures meme right now).

have you ever received hate on a fic?

Not really, no.

do you write smut? if so what kind?

If we’re calling “sex” smut, then yes, I do — the healthy kind that entails valid self-expression and love. (Every so often not that kind, but usually.)

have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of.

have you ever had a fic translated?

Yes! I’m excited and honored that In the Doorway, a small, angsty, not-a-happy-ending Kathryn Janeway/Tom Paris fic is available in Russian at https://archiveofourown.org/works/32368054.

have you ever co-written a fic before?

Yes! In addition to the fun mentioned by @procrastinatorproject in her post, I co-wrote with @cnrothtrek and @gijane-7702 the fic Long Nights on La Sirena — a purposefully silly look at how sexual knowledge Seven assimilated could benefit Raffi (and lovingly irritate the rest of the La Sirena crew). Good times.

what’s your all time favorite ship?

I really don’t know.

what’s a WIP that you want to finish but don’t think you ever will?

Eh. I’m sort of lukewarm on all of my WIPs right now. I’m waiting for a really good idea, I guess.

what are your writing strengths?

Word economy. World-building. Details.

what are your writing weaknesses?

I’m a big believer in “trust your reader,” but I sometimes take that too far and don’t explain things that I think are clear (but are, in fact, clear only to me). I’m working on figuring out when to explain and when something doesn’t require explanation.

what are your thoughts on writing dialogue in other languages in a fic?

The few times I’ve done this in an actual other language (not copy and paste Klingon, for example), I’ve been fortunate to be able to find a native speaker beta. I think that’s best.

what was the first fandom you wrote for?

Star Trek Voyager.

what’s your favorite fic you’ve written?

I am grateful to have written all my stories, but I have two favorites:

I’m really proud of The Monster. That fic has a lot stacked against it — rare pair (Kathryn Janeway/Raffi Musiker), modern AU, etc. But I think the theme about the strength and validity of love works well, and wouldn’t be as powerful with another pairing in another context. It was fun, too, to include other characters from across the Trekverse to see how they would fare in 1990s New York City.

I’m really fucking proud of The Autobiography of Kirsten Clancy. Yes, she had all of three scenes, but she’s the most powerful woman we’ve ever seen in Starfleet, and I needed to chart a possible course for how she became Commander in Chief. I wanted her to have a true 24th century Starfleet life, full of love and adventure and duty and bravery and all the rest. And I truly think I gave it to her — and fell in love with her universe along the way.

I tag @ussjellyfish, @amoderngirl, @70thousandlightyearsfromhome, @regionalpancake, and anyone else who is in the mood for this. It was fun!

#writer questions #procrastinatorproject #i love these things

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byrcca · 3 years

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Day 24: Endgame

So much that’s wonderful in this episode! Feisty Ensign Paris, B’Elanna’s false labour, the betting pool! That heart tugging scene in sickbay when Tom is called to the bridge. B’Elanna holding her baby.

So much that misses the mark: the ageing make up, lol! The abomination that is C/7, Tom NOT seeing/holding his baby.

Plus some nifty effects, and a Borg Queen who is becoming almost boring. And Tuvok. My heart breaks for Tuvok.

I could have written something deeper, or less schlocky. 🤷‍♀️ I wrote this:

#SeP/Tember #sep/tember #ptmonth #tom x b'elanna #paris torres month #paris/torres month #parisxtorres month #tom x b’elanna month #tom paris #b’elanna torres #SeP/Tember2021

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itsclydebitches · 3 years

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Robert Picardo as The Doctor is the best thing about Voyager. Now I’m just imagining him teaming up with Penny.

It’s “Write incredibly niche crossover fic in response to an ask” hour! 🥳️

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One might assume that when the ship hit an unknown anomaly, resulting in a non-organic entity that produced life signs appearing on the bridge, claiming she was from another reality significantly different from their own, that someone of significant rank would see fit to inform the Chief Medical Officer of this threatening, precarious development.

They didn't. The Doctor only found out when Paris stumbled into his sickbay, arm wrapped gingerly around his waist.

"Hiya, Doc. Don't suppose you know anything about treating hugs?"

"Hugs?"

His programming demanded that he focus on the most life threatening problem at any given time. Nevertheless, the Doctor found his gaze shifting to the woman behind Paris, hovering anxiously in the doorway. She appeared human at first glance, but the mechanisms attached to her legs and the soft, nearly undiscernible hum of a power source gave her away. She smoothed hands down the front of her skirt, casting him curious glances in turn.

Paris heaved himself onto a bed, biting off a curse. "Penny, meet the Doc. Doc, Penny. I bet you two would make great friends, I'd just prefer it if you started gabbing after we figure out if I'm dying."

"If only we were so lucky," the Doctor said, already in the midst of a scan, "Hmm. Sadly, the crew will have to weather your presence a while longer, Lieutenant Paris. Your rib was broken."

"Oh, that's just great, I — wait. Was?"

"Already healed." The Doctor waved the osteogenic stimulator in Paris' face. He bat at it like an obnoxious fly. "Really, you people do make a fuss over the smallest bumps and bruises. You're fragile too. Am I to understand that your eighth rib cracked under the force of a hug?"

Paris gestured across the sickbay, his other arm lightly palpitating his side. "Yeah? Maybe? Ask Ms. Super Strength over there."

The address seemed to break whatever stupor Penny was in. She let out a little gasp and flew to Paris' side, fast enough that the Doctor was left blinking at the near teleportation. He made a note to run a self-diagnosis later, just to ensure his optical processors were functioning properly.

"I did not mean to hurt you, Mr. Paris," Penny said, her voice soft and, seemingly, sincere. She reached out towards the biobed, only to draw her hands back before touching his leg. "I thought for sure that someone on such a dangerous mission, a part of your bridge team, would have his aura unlocked."

Paris blinked. "Aura?"

"Whatever it is she's emitting, I'd wager," the Doctor said, now scanning Penny from the top of her curls to the toe of her boots. At his words a shimmering green light appeared on the surface of her skin, seeming to be both a part of and separate from her. "Huh. Fascinating."

Penny nodded. Crisis averted and conversation turned scientific, she seemed to shake off the previous anxiety, beginning to bounce with a child-like glee. "Yes! Where I come from everyone has aura — it is the manifestation of our souls — but only a few are able to use it. You must train for a very long time and then your aura can protect you!" Penny looked down at her gloved hands, deflating just a bit. "I would like to show you, but I am not a human girl. Or a faunus one. Aura creates a shield to absorb damage and it can heal minor wounds, but though I am the first synthetic being to generate aura, my body is inorganic. Injuring myself would not provide you with the demonstration my friends could give you. I am sorry."

"That's, uh..." Paris pinched the bridge of his nose. "Let me see if I understand this. You're sorry that you're not the one who's injured and instantly healing?"

"Yes."

"Right. Well, that's enough alternate reality for one day." Paris hoped down from the bed, patting Penny's shoulder. "Don't even worry about it, kid. Doc's given me a clean bill of health — "

"I've done nothing of the sort. There's clearly something wrong with you, though nothing I’m capable of fixing."

" — and you saved me from another of Tuvok's drills. Can't tell you how grateful I am."

Paris only had two inches on Penny, if that, but she looked up at him like he was larger than life. "Really?"

"Oh yeah. Safety drills with a Vulcan? That's this reality's torture. You're a hero, Penny, no question."

The Doctor was just opening his mouth to remind Lieutenant Paris of their protocols, which included trying to limit the subjective information given to visiting species, when the door opened and in stumbled Ensign Kim.

His expression was poised somewhere between worry and humor. It was, all in all, an unbecoming look.

"Salutations, Harry!" Penny gave a rather exaggerated wave considering they were only a few feet apart. Kim playfully held up his hands, warding off an advance.

"Don't tell me you're injured too," the Doctor said, but it seemed the trio was inclined to ignore him. What utterly rude behavior. He'd certainly never experienced that before.

Harry slung one arm around Penny's shoulders, his other over Paris', drawing the two close together. "Do you want to know a secret?"

"Oh yes!"

"Depends on the secret, Harry..."

He shot a feral grin at Paris. "Remember the fight last month? Gordon laying into Maria over those power couplings?"

The Doctor certainly remembered. It wasn't every day he got to extract a fork from a man's back. Not that Maria had pushed Gordon onto the utensil on purpose. Their rather dramatic fight had led to an equally dramatic makeup, the majority of which, sadly, took place in his sickbay.

"Well," Harry went on, "the Captain wanted me to install some cameras in the mess hall. The whole ship, really, given the number of anomalies we've encountered, you among them." He poked Penny in the ribs, eliciting a giggle. "But the majority of incidents tends to happen over meals, for whatever reason, and what I'm getting at is that I now have a recording of Tom Paris getting tackled by a little girl and crying like a baby."

"Delete it," Tom said at the exact moment Penny apologized again. For a second their three voices overlapped, demands, guilt, and elation all blending together. The Doctor observed the strange phenomenon, trying to follow what precisely had taken place. Something about Lieutenant Paris sharing his replicator rations, thus earning said, rib-crushing hug? Not that it mattered. The point, according to Ensign Kim, was that he'd secured the best moment in Voyager history on tape and, yes, he'd already sent a copy to everyone on board.

Such interactions, though humorous in their own way, were not meant for a professional environment. The Doctor had just opened his mouth to tell them all to get out, take the reality-bending anomaly with you, when the Captain saved him the trouble.

"Ensign Kim, Lieutenant Paris, please report to my ready room immediately."

"You're busted," Paris sang, doing a strange little dance.

"I'm busted? You're the one who tried to counterfeit extra rations for her — !"

And away they went, bickering all the while. The Doctor breathed a sigh of relief.

That is, until he realized that Penny hadn't gone with them.

"Ah... hello?"

"Salutations!"

The Doctor winced. "No need to shout. I'm right beside you."

"Oh. I am sorry." Penny came even closer, rocking forward on the balls of her feet. "Mr. Paris called you 'Doctor.' My father is a doctor too. He is the one who built me."

"And he did quite a remarkable job of it," he said, taking another few, discrete scans. "But I am a medical doctor, not a... biological engineer, I suppose, and as impressive a specimen as you are, I have a great deal of work to do. Not the least of which is adding your information to the ship's database in case your presence causes more than just a cracked rib. Because we certainly wouldn't want to inform the Chief Medical Officer of a new passenger, now would we? So if you would please...?" The Doctor made a few shooing motions that he hoped she understood. There was no way to tell how people in her reality might communicate, especially through something as complex as body language.

Case in point: Penny gave him a salute in return. The Doctor could only stare. No one had ever saluted him before.

...he rather liked it.

"Doctor?" Another hiss as the doors opened. Penny began vibrating.

"Salutations, Kes!"

The Doctor winced. "Is that the only greeting you know?"

"Says the man who begins every conversation with 'Please state the nature of the medical emergency.'"

Today was just a bundle of discoveries. The Doctor found that he didn't like the look Kes was casting him, nor the implications of her statement. "I tried others," he defended himself. "That was the best way to greet my fellow crewmembers! It's what I prefer, thank you very much."

"'Salutations' is what I prefer too," Penny said, seeming to have missed his earlier criticism. "It's such a fun, happy word, don't you think?"

"I don't — I'm not — " The Doctor cut himself off with a huff. From the corner of his eye he saw Kes snatch a vial off the nearby tray — Ensign Harver's medication — and give a jaunty wave and she trotted out the door. He'd raised his finger to point sternly at Penny, turned it on Kes, only to turn it back when she abandoned him. Rude.

"I am a doctor," he said, “not an entertainer. It is my job to fix any and all medical problems that may develop on this ship, not to have fun with wordplay. I'm not programmed for fun."

"...programmed?"

Dismissing the whispered word, the Doctor decided that the best course of action was to simply ignore the girl. She was clearly attached to the rest of the crew already, so if he ceased engaging with her she would become bored and leave him in peace. However, no sooner had he turned away then Penny had zipped in front of him, demonstrating that impressive speed again. One moment there were the pristinely white walls of his sickbay, the next a mass of red and green had assaulted his vision, not unlike an exuberant Christmas tree. The Doctor stumbled back with a squawk.

"You are programmed? You are like me!" she cried, snatching his hand. He was too stunned to immediately pull away and Penny took full advantage of his shock, poking and prodding at his palm with an intensity he might have otherwise admired. "You feel very human. Father said that I must not get too close to people. They might notice the metal I am made of, but your father has done a most excellent job! I would never have know that you are an android too."

The description of Doctor Zimmerman as his father made something hot coil in the pit of the Doctor's nonexistent stomach, the feeling undercut only by the strange sensation of Penny holding his hand. Yes, now that she'd mentioned it, he could feel the difference: she possessed a heavier, less pliable appendage than a human would. It wasn't unpleasant, just an intimacy he hadn't asked for, and the Doctor snatched his fingers back, settling on the easiest of her assumptions to correct.

He straightened his shirt, adopting a sardonic smile. "I am not an android, I am a hologram. I am produced using a magnetic containment field and I can modulate my own projection to interact with the matter around us, or pass through it, if I so choose. It is a very convincing imitation of life, dependent on the ship's computers and the projectors in this room. In short, my existence is a far less impressive display of technological advancement than yours, something I suspect Lieutenant Torres would greatly admire. Perhaps you should visit her and leave me in peace."

Penny didn't leave though, just continued to stare up at him, obscenely innocent. "Imitation?"

"Are you programmed to repeat whatever I say? Perhaps I should be clearer: please leave!"

"You are not an imitation."

Reports were a common occurrence on Voyager, of first contacts, missions gone wrong, the current status of the ship. The Doctor considered himself quite qualified to explain any and all situations he might experience and, due to his increased memory, was arguably in a better position to provide an objectively accurate account of events. It was rather a point of pride, in fact. Yet if the Captain had asked him to explain the change that had just taken place, he would have been at a loss. Penny was a kind and soft-spoken girl, outside of her exuberance, of course. Yet someone different stood before him now, hard-eyed and burning with passion. Quite literally. The Doctor felt her core temperature rising by several degrees, the space between them growing hot as her mechanics responded to whatever emotion was currently coursing through her circuits.

How interesting, in a rather intimidating way.

"I'm... not?" The Doctor suspected that any disagreement would be a mistake.

Penny furiously shook her head, curls whipping about her face. "You are not! And I find it very upsetting to hear you speak that way. I... I suppose Ruby must have been very upset too."

Ruby?

The Doctor didn't get the chance to ask. Penny grabbed his hand again, gripping it with a strength that made him better appreciate Lieutenant Paris' injuries.

"I used to think as you do, Doctor," she said, all green-eyed intensity. "That I was not a real girl because my father built me, because I could do more than a human girl could and, sometimes, less than as well, but I was wrong. And you..." Penny took a deep breath, her face lighting up with a smile. "You’ve got a heart and a soul. I can feel it. You think just because you're got a computer and projectors instead of nuts and bolts that makes you any less real than me?"

"I... no." And to his intense surprise, the Doctor found that he meant it. So what if he didn't have a physical stomach to experience anxiety in? Or if he could only exist in here and the holodeck? He thought, felt, could learn, make decisions... what else was life, really? Unconsciously, the Doctor squeezed Penny’s hand back. "You’re right. I’m not an imitation, but the real thing. Quite a stellar example of life too, if I do say so myself."

Penny squealed and flung her arms around him, pulling him into one of those deadly hugs. The Doctor winced, hesitantly reaching up to pat her back, but it appeared that this quick formality wouldn't appease her as it did Ensign Kim. With a sigh he rolled his eyes and resigned himself to the attention.

It wasn't horrible.

"I am so very glad that I have made a new friend today," Penny said, rocking him side-to-side.

"Oh. Are we friends now?"

"Yes!"

"Ah, well then, as a friend..." The Doctor cleared his throat, letting her take just a little more of his weight. "I don't suppose you have any advice on choosing a name?"

#rwby #star trek #ST #voyager #ST fic #RWBY fic #flawartist

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