#the many faces of janeway

[bumblingbabooshka]

Workforce Tuvok is my cringefail babygirl

#why are you a Vulcan suffering from dysphoria syndrome?? So you can get held down by other men??? #I really want to know what 'humorous anecdotes' he had to share.....I love him so much #I love that without his Vulcan discipline he becomes even more clearly annoying <3<3 explaining a joke TO the guy who TOLD IT to him #+ laughing SUPER hard at someone else being 'humiliated' #Also Janeway looooves being romantically quirky in an old romance movie way and idk how else to describe it #Neelix: If I had a tarynian nickle for everytime I had to rehabilitate a friend who'd lost all their memories I'd have two nickles #which isn't a lot but- #st voyager memes #bea art tag #OH! Janeway seems like she's two seconds away from swinging herself around a lamp post in the rain with a dazzling smile on her face #Workforce Tuvok (and thus normal Tuvok) contains so many multitudes...he is SO friendly he is VERY annoying he is SCARED of needles #he is OFF putting and PUSHY and he is KIND <3 #He seems like if I made a mistake he'd VERY loudly laugh and point it out but also help me correct it while telling a story about himself #Literally a CRIME that Tuvok and Neelix didn't interact in this ep they would've become buds #another crime is that Tuvok does nothing in the second half of the episode v_v not even a little 'ribbon scene' at the end #Janeway: Thank you so much Chakotay and only Chakotay for helping get us all out of there <3 #Tuvok in the background: .......................................................................................... #the 'ribbon scene' would have been between him and Seven - she completed the research he started v_v

[homewrecking-lore]

There is so much to be said about the unhealthy codependency the Voyager crew have, but I still can't get over how much love was expressed by these characters for each other. And right from the beginning! The first moment we see Tuvok and Janeway alone in show premiere is Tuvok's face softening into a smile as he approaches her. We see Janeway fretting - because she met Harry's parents. Because she never seems to know the crew on a personal level and wants to. B'elanna calling Harry 'Starfleet'. Tom intervening for Harry at Quark's bar and Harry seeking out Tom even when everyone corners him about it. Chakotay taking the time to reach out to the officer who transported him safely to Voyager. And it's this constant thread throughout the show that they will always choose each other. Doesn't matter how many years pass or what life they're offered they'll erase timeline after timeline to give each other one more chance. Just a bit more time. Maybe this time they'll all make it.

#star trek voyager #star trek #st voyager #the love was there!!! the love was always there!!!!

[curator-on-ao3]

I have seen Kathryn Janeway face down the Kazon, the Borg, the Hirogen, Species 8472, and many more. I’ve seen her sprint into fire, fly her ship between binary stars, and break time itself to protect her crew. She literally beat fear in a battle of wits and told death to go back to hell.

But a fold in subspace that causes uncontrollable emotional honesty?

I think she would turn tail and run.

#star trek voyager #star trek strange new worlds season two #star trek strange new worlds #star trek strange new worlds spoilers #kathryn janeway #subspace rhapsody

[youngpettyqueen]

ohhhhh what a fascinating insight into Janeway's character Prime Factors was

the end of the episode especially. to see her go from steady and controlled when she thinks she's only dealing with B'Elanna, to how much Tuvok's involvement in the whole thing shakes her up... she's completely shaken to her core when he tells her he was the one who made the trade. I think this scene really confirms what Janeway fears: that she doesnt have control

with B'Elanna, Janeway is angry and, as she says, deeply disappointed. because she put her trust in B'Elanna, and took a big risk appointing her as her Chief Engineer. she also cares about B'Elanna, and is invested in seeing her succeed. still, B'Elanna is new to her. for Janeway, this is an officer disobeying orders

with Tuvok, though... her speech to him is so good. Tuvok is her friend. her rock. her moral compass when she needs it. they've spent years together, and she relies on him and their bond. Tuvok going against her orders is a betrayal, and it cuts her to the core. her entire demeanour changes when he tells her. she was steady, before he told her, and afterwards shes much more emotional. her voice is practically breaking when she lays into him. she manages to keep it under control while talking to B'Elanna, but the second she has to talk to Tuvok, its clear that shes barely holding it together

and that short bit right after he leaves. the shaky sigh, burying her head in her hands. shes shaken! shes upset! Janeway has an impossible job here, she has to be the leader and keep her crew calm as they face a 70 year journey home, with next to no hope that many of them will even live to see their return. she also has to navigate blending Maquis with Starfleet officers, interacting with entirely new species, and constant challenges to Starfleet's ethics and her personal ethics. shes barely keeping her head above water at any given moment. and shes just been reminded in a very personal way that she doesnt have the control she wishes she had. and that shakes her. badly.

#star trek: voyager #kathryn janeway #tuvok #b'elanna torres #fascinating insight goddddddd I love her

[lykegenia]

I've said this already in the tags on a different post but I can't stop thinking about Janeway after the Pathfinder project is successful and she starts getting reports from Starfleet HQ about the Dominion War. How inexorable a force the Jem'Hadar seem. How world after world is falling. How the casualties mount. The Maquis have already been destroyed and she can feel the grief from those of her officers who lost friends, but beyond that there's the knowledge that the destruction didn't end with a few rebels on the edge of Federation space. The entire Alpha Quadrant is tearing itself apart, and it's all so far away. Yes, her little ship has face Borg and alien power struggles and a Void without stars - they've lost friends too - but as the numbers keep coming in, day after day, impossibly high, what goes through her mind? Does she wish harder that she hadn't destroyed the array, so that she could have stayed to fight and do her part to save the home she so desperate to get back to? Or is some part of her soothed about her decision, knowing that by putting the needs of the Ocampa before her own, she likely saved the lives of many of the people now under her command? How do you deal with loss on such an abstract yet personal scale, and how do you sit and read the reports of lost battle after lost battle, knowing that it might mean the home you were so desperate for might no longer exist by the time you get there?

What if Voyager ends up being all that's left?

#star trek #star trek voyager #janeway #kathryn janeway #captain janeway #dominion war #i really would have loved to see some impacts of the dw on voyager's crew #not just one episode of b'elanna having depression before it goes away again #because how many of the crew are losing friends in the war? #does it bring the starfleet and the maquis crews closer in shared grief? #anyway this is a fancy way of saying voyager really should have invested in a counsellor program for the holodeck #my dudes you don't need irish stereotype village you need a psychologist

[itsmyfandomandilikeit]

Making Up Prodigy Episode Concepts Until We Get a Season 2 Release Date

Transporter clone episode except Dal gets separated into 26 teenaged boys of various species. All of them are uniquely annoying. Several crew members on the Voyager-A request a transfer.

One of the kids accidentally says "Computer, shut down Janeway" to the real Janeway's face. They all spend the next month cleaning conduits.

While in the Delta quadrant, the Voyager-A takes a brief detour to check in on the salamander babies, who are now about the same age as Rok-Tahk. She's excited about meeting them and everyone else, for various reasons, just feels bad.

Gwyn realizes her actions could prevent her own birth and spends about 23 minutes agonizing over the moral responsibility she has to prevent catastrophe even at the cost of her own existence before someone finally tells her that time travel in Star Trek doesn't work that way.

The Rev-12 catches up with the Cerritos. Despite attempts to keep the Catian kitten away from Dr. T'ana, many new expletives are learned.

A remake of the Okona captain's log rant except it's Tysess whining into his personal log about how Janeway spends all her time giving Dal advice now and doesn't pay attention to him anymore.

#I'm aware that time travel in Star Trek works many ways #But I'm paranoid about the ending to this series being that Gwyn stops existing due to time travel shenanigans #Not only do I not want that because I like Gwyn #It would also make the entire series make no sense #I will continue to update this with more #Feel free to add #Star trek prodigy

[aurianavaloria]

KoH Fanfic Snippet - WIP

Here I am, throwing another WIP snippet at interested parties, lol. This fic is nearly 40,000 words now, and yet somehow I still haven't managed to finish the first chapter.🙃It's getting there, though, so I should have something to post on Ao3 soon.

In the meantime, have a bit more of the main character's interactions with the king.😁Their communications prior to this point have been largely professional - this is the first time either gets an inkling of the other's history and personal life.

Enjoy!

(PS: There's a lot more below the cut 😉)

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Author's Note: As stated before, I am attempting to blend KoH's version of the characters with their historical counterparts, with no one character being entirely one or the other.

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Sicut In Cælo Et In Terra - WIP

Tabitha had already prepared her mind and heart for her parents to have passed by the time Voyager made it back to the Sol sector. In fact, there had been a great chance that Voyager would have become her own funeral barge before its return to Earth, her body sent to its eternal rest by pod ejection into the depths of empty space. Janeway herself and many of the other senior officers would have no doubt gone before her. But there had always been that tiniest sliver of hope that she would set foot back on Earth in her own timeline, even if as a doddering old woman.

Now she was on Earth, ironically enough – or some facsimile of it, at the very least. And yet no one and nothing that made it home for her was there in any way, shape, or form. And it never would be in her lifetime. The Paige family hadn’t been born. Starfleet didn’t exist. Microbiology wasn’t a field of study. The first microscope hadn’t even been dreamed of yet, much less invented, and there was certainly no willingness to learn of such things.

In short, almost everything she knew had been yanked out from under her like a tablecloth in a cheap magic trick. Far worse than her situation on Voyager, her only use here was as a half-assed medic.

And once her meager supply of medicines ran out, even that much would be gone.

Her throat constricted, her eyes feeling hot. She’d studied and trained and hoped and dreamed her entire life for… what? What had been the point of it all if this was what it had come to?

She pulled her knees up and wrapped her arms around them, her slippered feet curled on the edge of the bench. She could remember clearly her mother and father’s faces as she’d left to board Voyager for the very first time. How proud they’d looked as she’d grinned back at them, so excited to be assigned to the newest pride of Starfleet, fresh out of the Academy herself. Her father had tears in his eyes, she knew, and her mother hadn’t been able to stop smiling at her.

In that moment, Tabitha knew she would have given anything to see their smiles again. To hug them tight just one more time…

The tears had begun before she’d even been aware of them clouding her vision. But once they started, they couldn’t be stopped.

Sobs wracked her body. She tried to be as quiet as she could, even though there was no one left in the garden but the fussy peacocks, and thankfully they’d decided to shut their traps for the night; evidently, the birds no longer minded her presence, and if they objected to her noises, they made no indication of it. Thus, as cool night began to fall, the soft sounds of her distress were the only ones to be heard, and the court’s exotic avian residents the only beings to witness them.

Or so she thought.

“Is someone there?”

Alarm spiked in the back of Tabitha’s mind, and she jerked her head up to see, through tear-blurred sight, a ghostly-white figure with a lantern at the entrance to the garden.

“Ah!”

She started, jumping to her feet from the bench before she noticed the glimmer of silver upon the figure’s face…

…and realized it was the king.

“Your Majesty!” she gasped, clamping her hand over her mouth, her heart racing like a cornered rabbit’s.

At that, Baldwin’s head cocked, and he took a step closer, lifting the lantern a little as if to see better in the deepening gloom. “Evangeline? Are you the one I heard crying?”

Before she could compose herself fully, her reflexive sniffles betrayed her, and she hastily wiped at her cheeks with her sleeve. “I… yes. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you, I’ll just-”

He held up his free hand to stop her, however, shaking his head. “There was no disturbance. I was merely making my way about the grounds at your suggestion when I thought I heard a woman weeping.” His eyes latched to hers, holding her fast just as if he physically kept her still. “Have you been harmed?”

She swallowed, momentarily averting her gaze so she could think. “No, I just… I used to work with plants before all this and… I guess being here brought back some painful memories.” A sheepish smile flickered across her lips, despite her lingering pain, her cheeks heating. “I was just a little overwhelmed, that’s all.”

“I see.” Again his head tilted, a long pause following before he asked, “Is there anything I may do to ease your burden?”

At that, Tabitha blinked, slightly stunned. “I… well, I…” she hesitated, unsure of how to respond to this suggestion. “I don’t know if there’s anything you can do, Your Majesty. I mean,” she pulled her hands behind her back, “I wouldn’t want to subject you to my miserable thoughts, and that seems all I’m capable of at the moment.”

“If sharing them will help, and that is what you wish, I will be more than a willing ear,” he replied simply.

Another stretch of silence yawned between them, during which Tabitha could only stare, more than a little dumbfounded. That he was willing to spare the time and attention for someone so far beneath his station, especially so late, came as naught but a shock; didn’t he have more important things to do than listen to a teary girl mope about a personal problem?

And yet, now that he’d offered, she felt almost compelled to speak to him. Something about him – after her initial surprise, of course – made her feel entirely at ease, and it was so… odd. She was more afraid of saying or doing something to embarrass herself than she was nervous about his person, the latter of which was what both logic and extensive Academy training told her she should be, given his power as an individual in this society.

But she wasn’t, and she hadn’t been since they’d met. In truth, she’d feared his courtiers more than she ever feared him.

“Well,” she began at length, awkwardly perching herself back on the edge of the bench, “sure. I think… I think maybe it’s time.”

The mask bobbed, flickering in the firelight, his free hand gesturing to the bench in a flash of white. “Shall I join you, then?”

Her eyes widened a little. “Of course, Your Majesty! By all means…”

Scooting a little to the right to offer him an appropriate amount of room, she watched as he left the lantern on a hook upon the wall before slowly ambling towards the other end of the seat, his dragging foot putting a slight hitch in his gait. Still, despite this impairment, he moved with a measured grace as he finally sat, his eyes glittering in the darkness of the mask when he half-faced her, propping his good hand upon his knee.

“This garden brings you memories, you said?” he asked quietly.

She sighed heavily, nodding as she looked away. “Yeah. Of working with the rest of my crew on the expedition. Keeping the plants that grew our food free of infestations and diseases was part of my job, you know,” she explained. “Earlier, I found myself studying these flowers out of habit. Admiring them really… they’re quite lovely, and in such good health.” She smiled a little at that, but it faded quickly. “And then, before long, my mind started to wander, and I… I started remembering all those people I knew. People I’ll probably never see again, now.”

There was a soft hum behind the mask. “You were close to your companions, then?”

“Not all of them,” she replied, her gaze dropping to the cobbles as she recalled the tensions between some members of the crew. “But some, yes.”

His head cocked. “Did they all study the sciences, as you?”

She glanced up, meeting his gaze, surprised he had bothered to remember that little detail. “No, actually. We were divided into three specialties – Science, Operations, and Command. The one friend of mine who got separated with me, Ned… he’s from Operations. That’s everything that keeps the ship running smoothly. Specifically, he’s an engineer.”

It was difficult to gauge Baldwin’s expression, between the mask and the darkness, but his interest appeared to be piqued. “Truly? And this ‘Command’ sector you describe… it implies a certain martial order to it. Were you aboard a military-oriented vessel?”

A small smile pulled at her lips. “Technically speaking, no. Our purpose wasn’t to fight, but to seek out new civilizations to communicate and trade with. But our ship was equipped with an array of different weapons. Rather potent ones, in fact. Just in case encounters proved hostile. And we did know how to defend ourselves one-on-one, should the need have arisen.”

“The women as well?”

Her smile widened. “The women as well.”

“I see,” he replied quietly at that, pausing for a long moment, during which it felt as though he were studying her intently, his eyes almost unblinking in the dark. Then, at last, he remarked, “It appears you are accustomed to a disciplined life, then. Such clear divisions working closely together for a specific purpose… That would have required a structured regimen on the part of all, and a formal hierarchy to keep it so.”

She nodded slowly. “You are correct, Your Majesty.”

“Then am I also correct in assuming that being so suddenly severed from this regimented life has made it difficult for you to adjust, here?” he asked, his head tilting again.

She found herself blinking again, astonished at his perception. “I… suppose you’re right.” She glanced back down at her toes, where they peeked beneath the hem of her skirt. “After living so long in such a rigidly-scheduled environment like that… where you know just what you’re doing every hour of every day...” she paused, “having the freedom to do whatever you want whenever you want is a bit overwhelming, yes.” A wry smile pulled at her lips. “Gives you a lot of time to think. Too much, maybe.”

Another quiet hum. “How long was this expedition to last?”

She took a breath. “To be honest... a lifetime.”

Predictably, he looked rather taken aback at such a response, to which she added, “It was only supposed to be a few months, but then we were thrown off course by about… oh, seventy-five years, give or take.”

“That… seems almost impossible,” he finally replied. “You must be from lands beyond our knowledge for that to be so.”

“Farther than you can imagine, Your Majesty,” she answered wryly. “And trust me, we thought it was impossible too, at first. But the evidence was irrefutable. Even at maximum speed, it would take us our whole lives to get back home.”

“I am surprised there was not a mutiny.”

“A few times, there very nearly was,” Tabitha conceded with a nod, memories of the Maquis’s shenanigans springing to mind. “But our Captain was a good one, and we were determined to find a way to speed our progress, despite the odds, all the while continuing our mission to explore. It was the only thing we could do. It was a little over a year into our journey, and we were finally coming to terms with our situation when,” she shrugged, tossing her hands upwards from her lap, “this happened.”

Baldwin leaned back a little, a soft hiss behind the mask suggesting a sigh of sorts. “So you have suffered not one, but two calamities, both of which have together destroyed your hopes of seeing home.” She felt his eyes meet hers again. “Is there no way we may assist you in this?”

Tabitha shook her head. “I’m afraid not, Your Majesty.” A lump began to form in her throat again, and she swallowed hard in an attempt to prevent it from strangling her. “Before, at least there was a chance I could see my family again. My parents. If fortune favored us. And I had even found another in the meantime, strange as it was. But now…”

She trailed, glancing back down at the ground and closing her eyes to keep the tears at bay. Baldwin was silent for several moments, as if giving her the time she needed to compose herself. But then, after she opened them again and sucked in a shaky breath to steady herself, he asked softly, “Who were they, if I may ask?”

“My parents?”

A nod.

The memories of them came flooding back, bringing a sad smile to her lips, and she hesitated before answering in a voice that trembled a little, “My father’s name was Henry. He was a teacher of history at a university. My mother, Joan, was a scientist like me, only she studied the creatures of the sea.”

He nodded again, slower this time. “No doubt brilliant, just as their daughter.”

A small chuckle escaped her at that, and she looked away briefly. His compliment had taken her slightly off-guard, and she hoped he couldn’t see the blush that subsequently blossomed in her cheeks.“Not brilliant, just well-trained,” she remarked at length, when she finally garnered the courage to return her attention to him. “Education is no substitute for experience and I am… woefully inexperienced.”

“And yet, being aware of one’s limitations is a sign of wisdom, or so I’ve often been told,” he parried gently.

She blinked, the heat in her face intensifying, and she found herself rather incapable of coming up with another rebuttal. There was something so effortlessly charming about him. Magnetic, even. How easily he broke past all her defenses – it would have almost been alarming had she not already felt entirely comfortable with his presence.

Swallowing again, she shifted her focus past him to the lantern that hung upon the wall, her eyes tracing its delicate metalwork. “My father would have loved it here,” she said at length, her voice breaking in the quiet. “I miss him. More than the ship and the crew. More than anyone. He was an anchor in my life I didn’t realize I had until…”

The lump swiftly returned to her throat, and she fell silent, unable to finish. A certain stillness fell over the garden, then, almost palpable, the hush a roar in her ears as she looked back down at the ground to keep herself from staring at the king. She hated dumping all of this onto him, and she could only wonder what he was thinking, past that angelic mask of his. At the very least, he was good at projecting an air of patience and sympathy – likely the same training that gave him his uncanny way with words – but she knew from experience that what a person allowed the outside world to see could be very different from what they truly were on the inside…

“I understand how you must feel. I felt the same once, years ago.”

At his musing words, she glanced up on reflex, and she found his attention had shifted away from her as well, his shining eyes instead looking into the darkness of the shadowed garden.

“You did?” she asked, her curiosity piqued a little.

A slow nod answered. “Yes. I was only thirteen when I was crowned, you see. Not even my age of majority.” He paused, and past the gauzy fabric that yet shielded his skin, she saw his throat bob once. “My father passed while on campaign, and I barely had the time to process the news when I found myself the center of the court’s attention. The needs of the kingdom could not wait for grief, and it was necessary to choose who next would hold the reins of power. Yet all of those who stood in line to take them were much too young. As his only son, by law I was his designated heir, and yet the court possessed the authority to choose another, if deemed necessary for the sake of the realm. Already my physicians suspected the illness that lurked in my veins. Nothing was certain, but we all feared… including myself. But Sibylla was also not of age as well as unmarried, and Isabella was much too young to even consider in my stead.

“They debated for days,” he said with a sigh. “Days during which I waited and I prayed. For my father’s soul as well as mine. I often wondered if other princes had ever felt the same as I… dreading that which was my birthright. It would have been easier had they chosen Sibylla – arranged a hasty marriage for her and made her queen. I could have retired to Acre or Tyre… dedicated myself to the Order of Saint Lazarus and lived out what days God had decreed for me in peace. And yet,” his silver-clad visage turned back towards hers, his eyes glittering, “the roads we are led down by the hand of the Divine are rarely the easy ones.”

Tabitha felt a smirk tugging at the corner of her mouth. “They chose you.”

She could have sworn she heard a small chuckle of amusement. “So they did. I was crowned the new King of Jerusalem, and Raymond became my regent, to rule in my stead until I reached manhood. Despite the curse of God everyone suspected had been laid upon me, it seems they were more willing to have a leper for a king than an unwed girl. Or, as is more likely, they gambled that I would at least live long enough for her marriage to be properly arranged and, through it, strategic alliances to be secured, before deposing me at the first sign of bodily weakness.

“They had little confidence in me,” he continued. “And, in all truthfulness, I had little confidence in myself, at the time. I knew the moment the word ‘leper’ had been uttered when I was but a boy that my days were numbered. By my father’s law, I should have been sent to the Lazarines the moment my disease was certain to my physicians – and yet my head bore the crown before that day finally came. I should not have been king. It was only by God’s will that I was.” He took a breath. “I never needed my father’s guidance more than I needed it then. And yet our Heavenly Father was the only one to whom I could turn.”

Tabitha frowned. “You must have felt very lonely.”

“I did,” he admitted with another nod. “Like you, I missed my father greatly. Never in my life had I anticipated that mountain of a man would be taken from the world with such brutal swiftness. I felt his absence keenly the moment I held his scepter in my hand, and for a long time afterwards, I feared that I would never live up to his expectations of me as his heir. But perhaps those lengthy years of regency were to my advantage,” he added, “as I grew accustomed to the ways of rulership before the reins were put into my numbing grasp. It was during those years I vowed I would neither stain my father’s memory with incompetence, nor let myself be defined by my body’s failings. As long as God granted breath to my lungs, I would rule as He demanded upon my birth.”

A brief smile played across her lips. “Well… from what I hear around the city, you’ve done a wonderful job. Your people adore you, and that says a lot about you. If your father was anything like you are, I think he’d be very proud of you and everything you’ve done for your people.”

His eyes met hers. “I pray you are right, Evangeline.” Then, after a moment, he added, “And for a daughter who has proven as clever, resourceful, and determined as yourself, I can imagine naught but pride on your own father’s part. And should he and your mother ever find themselves in the Holy City, it would be my honor to host them.”

Fresh emotion sprang in her eyes at such words, her smile now one of astonishment. Yet, before she could find some way to reply, he added, “But if not… know that even this grief will come to pass. I do not know what religion you claim, and I will not ask – King of Jerusalem I may be, but I am not a holy man; my concerns are those of government, not faith. Even so, I encourage you to seek out what holy places here call to you, of which there are many. Perhaps somewhere you will find a balm to soothe your soul and lift the heaviness from your heart.”

She nodded slowly, considering his words. “All right. I’ll try it.”

“Very good,” he answered quietly, finally rising to his feet. “May God see fit to grant you peace, as you have granted it to so many others in such a short while.” He paused, tilting his head slightly towards her. “By your leave, I should like to continue to my walk through the gardens before retiring for the night.”

At that, her head cocked curiously. “Is that an invitation or a dismissal, Your Majesty?”

Another quiet hum of amusement. “You are my physician… I will leave it to you to judge whether I may wander on my own just yet.”

She couldn’t help the snort that escaped her then, and she rose from the bench to stand beside him, her hands on her hips. “Well, when you put it that way, I suppose I should at least supervise. Just in case.”

#wip #fanfiction #snippet #kingdom of heaven #baldwin iv #king baldwin iv #the leper king #baldwin iv of jerusalem #crossover #star trek #star trek: voyager #kingdom of heaven 2005 #original character #fan character #fancharacter #my fanfiction #my writing

[fetch-those-damned-bolt-cutters]

Weirdly, this is my first ever Star Trek: Voyager video even though I've been a fan since I was 13. I'm so happy I finally got to it.

Captain Janeway is my favourite character ever, for sure. I discovered her ten years ago and I didn't let go since. It's hard to explain, but I feel like she's my mother, teacher, leader and religious icon all wrapped up into one, because I grew up watching her from a very young age and while I have loved many different characters throughout the years, she's the one that holds that special warm and cozy place in my heart, the one I visit when I want comfort and familiarity.

She's probably the strongest fictional person I know, she's taught me integrity and to care for others fiercely and I grew into a better person for it. I love her so much. Tattoo incoming.

The same goes, of course, for Kate Mulgrew, who truly was the only one in the whole universe who could give life to such an extraordinary woman. My copy of her first book is so worn out because I loved it so much. I had the privilege of speaking with her via zoom for an hour during which she showed us how much she actually cares. I can only hope of meeting her face to face someday.

#star trek #voyager #janeway #chakotay #kate #mulgrew #robert #beltran #star #trek #trekkie #trekker #trekkies #fanvideo #fancam #youtube #scifi #wonderland #taylor #swift

[neuroprincess]

Star Trek - How you met each other

Classification: Fluff

Pairing: B'Elanna Torres, Christine Chapel, Deanna Troi, Kathryn Janeway, Kira Nerys and Number One

Warnings: None

Word count: +900

B'Elanna Torres

You're an ensign assigned to the engineering division, just one of a dozen young recruits who have just left Starfleet Academy and couldn't have imagined finding yourselves in such a situation on the very first mission. Having B'Elanna as chief engineer is an almost amusing challenge, her geniality is accompanied by a strong personality, necessary to deal with all those who doubt her capabilities or resent her position. However, you're almost invisible in the eyes of the half-Klingon, probably because you don't give her any headaches or are usually on counter shift, at least until a big technical problem leaves her dumbfounded and you come to the rescue, solving something that even she couldn't, using only an old two-strike trick and a bit of luck. She genuinely laughs and tries to guess your name, a little embarrassed that she can't remember it, to thank you for the great help. 

Christine Chapel

It's almost a funny situation if it weren't tragic. After another unfortunate transporter accident and a fall that would make anyone feel the soul leave and return to the body, you find yourself in the sickbay having a general check-up, not to mention the fact that you've hit the head. Dr. McCoy, with a scowl, gives you an extensive list of recommendations and bonus scoldings, for a difference of a few adjustments he almost lost one of his best medical officers, who he considers his new pupil. "You'd better lie down, darling." a melodic voice comes from at your side and soft hands push against the stretcher, your eyes are closed in delight, when opened they reveal an angelic figure staring at you with concern, bright blue irises filled with compassion and curiosity. You smile and are relieved at how her presence brings immediate calm, before everything fades into darkness. 

Deanna Troi

When the USS Enterprise finally responds to the rescue signal, you've already given up all hope and started waiting for a quick death. A promising exploration mission turned into a nightmare when the ship was destroyed on landing and the locals are more like big feet, physically and mentally. With no outside contact, no food, limited energy, extreme temperature changes, several losses due to murder or consequences of the precarious conditions, in the fourth week, probably given up for dead by the Starfleet, you are the only survivor, a junior lieutenant grade with a diplomatic specialization, how ironic. It's all very fast, you don't remember much because you're almost unconscious, just a couple of faces, the feeling of being held by a warm body that whispered words of comfort, stroking your hair, telling that everything was going to be all right. Exactly what you needed at that moment. 

Kathryn Janeway

Being part of the Maquis wasn't even close to your childhood dream, having Starfleet Officer parents loyal to the Federation, a destiny was already set for you to follow in their footsteps, before everything changed drastically. The colony was attacked by Cardassians, many families were decimated and you were just another one left among the wreckage, orphaned, wounded, traumatized and with nothing but your own luck, which forced the development of survival skills and knowing nature like the back of a hand. This made a difference when it was time to enlist and ally yourself with them, driven by a blind sense of justice and pain that fueled resentment. Within a few months you find yourself fearing death and then wishing for it when rescued by Voyager, past experiences have created an aversion to anything related to it, but watching the captain run and fight to ensure that everyone, including the rebels, is safe, made you feel something unusual, a strange feeling in stomach, especially when she realizes your presence on the ship and smiles. 

Kira Nerys

The engineering area is fascinating and challenging at the same time, especially on an old Cardassian station, full of catches and new things to discover. You're curious by nature and this has paid off handsomely, such as an opportunity to serve as an ensign on Deep Space Nine shortly after graduating from Starfleet Academy, which you enthusiastically accepted. So much enthusiasm, mixed with anxiety and a hint of desire to make a good impression, that you threw yourself into the duties almost immediately, with diligence navigating and exploring around the machinery's complexities. One day, overwhelmed by new responsibilities, you made a small unintentional mistake that caused a huge commotion on the Promenade and a headache for security. It's no surprise when someone comes to complain, what is unexpected is that it's an energetic Bajoran who makes you lose words and feel an inexplicable urge to cry, the weight of the last few days falling on shoulders. She stops scolding you, terrified of the reaction, and starts finding ways to make you stop crying. 

Number One | Una Chin-Riley

Some would say you're a loner, others would say you're crazy. It's not just anyone who decides to leave the academy and a xenoanthropology specialization in the middle of the road, even less to venture out alone into the quadrants, that's what you've done. Years of independent exploration have yielded hundreds of files about culture, language, beliefs, structure and other aspects resulting from a lot of research and observation. When the Enterprise crew arrives on an M-class planet without any official first contact, they are surprised by the immediate warm welcome from the humanoid species, as if they were already familiar with earthlings. Later they understand the reason. You, the only other human there, and your skills of adaptability, linguistics and consequently diplomacy. Which impress them, especially First Officer Una. She is attracted by your vibrant personality and free spirit, the way you mediate all contact, your passion for cultural understanding and thirst for knowledge, this led her to convince Pike to make you an offer, to join Starfleet in continuing your explorations and sharing discoveries, seeing you as a promising addition. 

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[darktiger57]

i'm lisrening to the autobiography of kathryn janeway as narrated by kate mulgrew and shits good. theres been so many lines in it where I put a hand to my face and flashback to moments in voyager and its so good. so good.

#star trek #voy #star trek voyager #kathryn janeway

[isagrimorie]

WIP guessing game - “Fight”

For the WIP Fanfic Game: Send me a word, if it’s in my wip document I’ll answer your ask with the sentence that it appears in.

I'm choosing one of my Many Picard!Seven Meets Her Voyager!Family.

Janeway, Tom, and B'Elanna jump forward in Time and meet Seven. Post-Stardust City Rag.

“I assume you’ve participated in bar fights, Mr. Paris?” Janeway asked, sotto voce. “Practically lived in bars once upon a time.” “No offense, but this is a lot more dangerous than a bar fight!” B’Elenna said after a snarl. Janeway had no doubt B’Elenna cut an intimidating figure befitting her Klingon heritage. “We can all just walk away,” Janeway said in a placating tone. Still hoping to de-escalate. It’s a different matter being on a ship with phasers and torpedoes, another matter when it’s just them. Janeway shifted her weight, but they’re not going to go down easy either. Janeway hates losing in anything. And her priority is to get her crew out of here, safe. Somewhere behind them Janeway heard someone swear, the sound of breaking glass.

Someone stumbled into their group, knocking Janeway back to the side, into B’Elanna. B’Elanna caught her arm and steadied Janeway. “Watch it!” One of the Romulans growled.

The interloper wore a battered brown leather jacket and reeked of alcohol. “You’re in my way.”

Janeway blinked and turned her head, the person was hunched over and even if she didn’t see who it was, it seemed they’d had better days. Aside from the heavy stench of alcohol, the stringy dirty blonde hair was all over the place preventing Janeway from seeing any discernible features. “Mind your business.” “Funny,” the interloper said with a rasp to their voice. “That was what I was trying to do.” And then almost suddenly, the leather jacket interloper bashed their head against the lead Romulan. The Romulan reared back falling against a stool and crashing to the floor. The cronies of the Romulan roared to retaliate but their leather-clad savior already had two guns out. One of the guns was aimed at the lead Romulan’s head and the other to keep away the others. “These Starfleet trash are my bounty.” Janeway felt her jaw drop when she finally saw their rescuer’s face as she stood at her full height. “What the hell!” She heard Tom whisper. “This isn’t your business, half-meat!” Instead of answering, a heavy boot stomped on the leg of the Romulan gang leader. Janeway cringed, hearing bone break. The Romulan yowled. “This is Ranger business. They’re my bounty. And if you call me that again,” Seven, and it was Seven. No one else had that profile, that distinctive Ocular implant. But the expression on her face was wholly alien. “I’ll tear your arm off and beat your friends with it.” The tension was palpable but the energy had shifted in their favor. Seven turned her head tagging each and every occupant in the room and they visibly recoiled. And then she turned her gaze at them and Janeway found herself, not recoiling exactly but taking a startled step back. Janeway was used to being on the receiving end of Seven’s furious stares but she was used to Seven's furious stares in a placid facade. There was a rawness in her expression that reminded Kathryn far too much of the first time Seven of Nine woke-up in the sick bay after her exo-plating was removed. Tom was not used to Seven's glares. And seemed to have taken a step back almost behind B’Elenna. “Let’s go.” Seven threw some credit chips on the bar and then swept away. She clearly expects them to follow. At least that part of Seven had not changed. Janeway looked at Tom and B'Elanna and then nodded her permission to follow Seven. They stumbled out of the bar into a chilly and sandy street. Seven was a few steps away from them. “What the hell is going on?” B’Elenna demanded.

“I have no idea,” Janeway admitted. “But we have to catch up with Seven.” “Or someone who looks like Seven,” Tom said. “Either way, we have to go,” Janeway said picking up the pace.

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[section-69]

Okay Destination Trek notes! First here's what I really liked:

- Everything was SAG compliant and there was so much important strike talk. Obvs this made some questions impossible to answer, and it was slightly hard to predict what would be wrong to say just since different actors had different comfort levels (big range from "I support my comrades but I'm not gonna pretend I'm not in Star Trek" from David Ajala to J G Hertzler encouraging us to threaten media executives with [COPYRIGHTED SPACE WEAPON] to Terry Farrell not wanting to mention working on TV or film at all), but honestly it just made the whole thing really friendly

- on that note, multiple guests said it was the best convention they'd been to in years. I don't have a lot of personal experience with them, but I was talking to a lot of older fans and many of them said this felt a lot like the early days of conventions which were also set in hotels

- being in a hotel made it a) more accessible (and there were So Many fellow disabled Trekkies to prove it!!), b) easier to hang out between activities, and c) just super personable. The guests could hang out in the bar with the fans, there were lots of comfy seats everywhere, and it was very easy to step away if something wasn't your speed.

- not being in London helps the vibes too

- not being Paramount affiliated made the tickets a bit cheaper (much appreciated)

- most of the activities were teamwork focussed. Initially I was a little freaked by that but actually it gave the whole thing a friendly social club vibe

- science talks! Community talks! Asking the actors questions about their lives and work outside of what they're most famous for! Stories we haven't all heard a thousand times!

- I'll make another post about the specifics of accessibility and why I liked this infinitely more than the official ones in London aircraft hangars, but I just really have to stress how important I found that here

- being fan organised and fan led, the focus was on us and how much we love this shit. I didn't find the old format Bad in this respect, but this really did hit different

- J G Hertzler is seriously the coolest person I've met. He stole my craft group's batleth and we couldn't be happier about it.

- So Many Cool Cosplays!!! Shout out especially to the drag queens, the older man cosplaying Admiral Janeway, the Voyage Home Spock and inflatable whale, the power chair decked out to look like a shuttle, all the babies in uniform, the tribble queen in her tribble pelt dress, all the Klingons who didn't artificially darken their skin, the furry doctor from lower decks, all of the Borg, the Klingon pug with a plush batleth, and so so many others I'm forgetting ❤️🖖❤️

Notes for Future Cons

- If you don't already have access to it because of an expensive ticket, I wouldn't bother paying for the opening ceremony. It's not actually at the start of the event and also it's literally just the actors coming on stage, saying hi, then rushing back to the autograph tables. Do go to the closing ceremony though! There's way more of a point to those

- If you're not a huge extrovert, already drunk, or completely happy in awkward situations, I wouldn't recommend being the first in the door at the parties. Give it an hour or so - they sounded very lively later on, but when I tried to go in earlier the primary school disco vibes were off the charts. Plus the music's too loud to actually talk to anyone, and no one's dancing yet. I did see one guy run past with a portable charger for his friend in a wheelchair that lost power on the dance floor though, so clearly they got cooler later on lol. Addendum here that I'm an autistic non drinker so that might colour things.

- to the white folks darkening their skin for generic Klingon cosplays, reconsider that one next year

- to the white guy wearing brown face paint to cosplay Worf specifically, what the fuck, man??

- to the person who boo'd the mention of Julian/Garak at the LGBTQ+ panel, fight me but also maybe skip whatever the equivalent is next year cause Andy Robinson's booked to come

- host mocked Scottish accents a couple times :(

- here's hoping the unions will have their demands met and we'll be able to talk about Star Trek publicly with actors who can access healthcare and pay their rent. But if not, at least we know the con will still be fun.

- maybe see you in Blackpool next July 💙

#star trek #I've probably forgotten something glaring. I'm incredibly sleepy and had to spend much of the con lying down #but again. hotel setting means I actually Can lie down and be comfortable and return without spending ages walking

[captaincrusher]

I just had a chilling idea for an alternative Endgame episode for Voyager. What if the future Janeway the crew encounters isn’t a decorated Starfleet admiral, but Borg.

Janeway did get her crew home, but in the process sacrificed herself and got assimilated in an attack that also left several crew members dead. Future Borg Janeway breaks free of the collective after many years. She is broken, damaged beyond repair. Desperate she travels back in time in a last ditch effort to try to undo all the things that happened to her, by convincing her past self not to enter that Borg infested nebula. 

Endgame is about the moral dilemma Janeway now faces: Does she set in motion all the events that will lead to a personal hell for herself and the death of some of her crew, but might get the rest home - or does she search for another, illusive way home that might never happen? While Janeway would give her life for her crew in a heartbeat, seeing your future self so obviously tormented is a harrowing experience.

During the episode future Janeway rediscovers why she did what she did in the first place. All the things she forgot, like her sense of duty and the love she had for her crew. While the crew, of course, find a way to save everyone and undo this timeline while also getting home.

#Star Trek thoughts #Plots and AUs #Voyager #Endgame

[delta-queerdrant]

the best allies we could have (Alliances, s2 e14)

If Voyager’s Kazon arc has a peak, it’s “Alliances.” Here it is, the dramatic turning point in our understanding of Delta Quadrant politics! This episode has a kernel of something almost compelling, but like much of season two, it’s sadly undercut by storytelling failures.

We cold-open on a firefight with the Kazon. Star Trek battle scenes are so silly; why do the consoles explode? I guess the claustrophobic mayhem is a holdover from the nuclear submarine aesthetics of TOS. I will never not be amused by how Janeway’s hair explodes every time they’re in a fight. Are there no bobby pins in space?

A crewman dies in the battle, and we learn that two more have died in previous Kazon encounters, our first casualties since Durst got de-faced (lol) by the Vidiians. The tension is real - redshirt deaths hit differently when a small crew has trauma-bonded in space.

A faction of the crew wants to buy off the pursuing Kazon with Federation technology, but Janeway won’t turn her back on the Prime Directive. The Starfleet/Maquis divide, usually an afterthought, feels momentarily real. We’re treated to a three-way debate between Janeway’s lawful good authoritarianism, Chakotay’s collaborative ethos, and Tuvok’s detached realpolitik. “This isn’t a democracy, Chakotay, I can’t run this ship by consensus,” Janeway says, briefly inviting a utopian, communitarian vision of a Voyager actually run by consensus. But even she’s swayed by Tuvok’s (frankly, bullshit) suggestion that a temporary alliance with the Kazon has the potential to make the Delta Quadrant more stable as long as Voyager doesn’t actually hand over technology.

This is arguably a weak leadership moment for Janeway, who can’t adapt to the demands of her environment or crew, but maybe it’s okay to be a rules-y Taurus if you surround yourself with people who correct your worst impulses.

Janeway reaches out to Seska to try to broker a deal, which is fun because it’s genuinely unexpected and makes Chakotay so squirmy. Meanwhile Neelix makes contact with a Kazon acquaintance. They meet up in what I believe is the first “hive of scum and villainy” of the series. You know these people are up to no good because there are alien bikini girls!

Here Neelix encounters the Trabe, another local alien species who have their own story to tell. The episode both becomes interesting and loses the plot completely.

The Trabe tell Voyager that “over thirty years ago,” they enslaved the Kazon in an apartheid society. When the Kazon rose up, the Trabe lost everything. Now the Trabe are a landless people still persecuted by those they oppressed, even though decades have passed and many of the Trabe were children when the Kazon overthrew them.

Janeway is delighted - instead of allying with the Kazon, they can ally with the friendly Trabe! Chakotay agrees - the Trabe, after all, have openly acknowledged the harm their people caused.

Meanwhile, me: OMG NOOOO THEY FOUND WHITE PEOPLE IN SPACE

Previously I wrote about the Kazon as a parable for midcentury US race relations. Before I rewatched “Alliances,” I genuinely thought they were just clearance-rack racialized space baddies, but here the parallels to white Boomer experiences of the 1960s uprisings are unmistakable. It’s a resonant scene, but watching our command team fall over each other to befriend their new pals is… stressful.

The Trabe build on Janeway's proposal: together they’ll bring the Kazon together and negotiate for peace. But when the meeting begins, the viewer can’t help but notice that the Kazon seem like the most reasonable people in the room. They don’t trust the Trabe or Janeway, and they have a much better read on the power dynamics at play than Janeway does. Because the meeting is a fucking trap.

This episode is such a bummer. Maybe I'm being too charitable, but it feels like a genuine attempt at anti-white supremacist storytelling that missed the mark. Janeway, our audience surrogate, is presented with a complex political situation and immediately latches onto the group she identifies with: white-presenting people who have claimed the moral high ground after centuries as oppressors. Then the rug is pulled out from under her. White liberalism as a facade for violence is a very mid-nineties dynamic.

The full impact of this plot twist relies on the viewer sharing Janeway’s white myopia. If you don’t implicitly trust the Trabe (or the writers), you spend the whole episode screaming at the television. Why are our protagonists so clueless?

“I hope there's a lesson for all of us in this,” Janeway says in the final scene. “Although some of the species we've encountered here have been peaceful, others seem governed only by their own self-interests.” It’s not a good look when our hero has traveled 70,000 light years to learn that… politics are a thing? And why didn’t her command team didn’t save her from herself? Are you telling me that Chakotay, the Indigenous anti-authoritarian militant, is this politically naive?

If “Alliances” is at times a smart portrait of how an oppressor mindset operates, it’s undermined by an offensive caricature of resistance. Violent resistance absolutely can be fueled by an ideology of separatism and racial hatred, but the Kazon aren’t a resistance movement; they’ve won. Yet the Kazon resemble white peoples' worst fears of postcolonial "failed states." It feels like the writers genuinely believe that the political and social problems of formerly dispossessed people are of their own making, not recognizing the ways that white supremacy and economic imperialism still actively shape the lives of formerly colonized peoples. The Kazon only make sense in a universe where the Trabe are still economically and politically exploiting them, and that's not the universe we're shown.

We needed an episode with this shape, one that sets up the hard political choices of later seasons, and I can accept that requires our characters to exercise truly poor judgment. But this attempt at gritty politics doesn’t feel grounded in anything real, and the result feels disappointingly thin.

2/5 triangular tables.

#star trek #star trek voyager #kazon #janeway's hair #space racism

[trillscienceofficer]

If you want to: assign a music instrument to each member of the voyager crew + their favourite music genre to play. you may keep harry's clarinet if you wish to, or you may assign him a new instrument! (& take care <3)

This is such a fun question, thank you for asking!! Actually I've been thinking about this for a while, albeit strictly in the context of an orchestra. Some time ago I had an idea for a fic in Harry's point of view where it was hinted that after many a boring shift on the bridge he's basically assigned an imaginary instrument to each member of the senior crew. Here's how it went (and actual music nerds please forgive my partial understanding of orchestral dynamics):

Voyager crew as orchestra instruments (according to Harry Kim)

Harry: clarinet (obviously. charming and eclectic member of the woodwind section, with hidden complexities!)

B'Elanna: oboe (the oboe has such a distinct timbre while still being very expressive. Also the fact that oboe players have to make their own reeds from bamboo blanks really fits B'Elanna's resourcefulness, according to both me and I think Harry as well)

Tom: trumpet (loud and in your face but also able to carry forward entire sections on its own)

Janeway: violin, and precisely principal first violin (for those who may not be aware, this role is also known as 'concertmaster' since they direct a lot of the technical details... it's the closest you can get to being a director while still playing an instrument)

Chakotay: viola (tends to get overshadowed by the violins but taken on its own it has a charming and very distinctive voice)

Tuvok: cello (it HAS the range and it can do so many different parts in an orchestra, but either way it's foundational--source: dude trust me, i used to play the cello a bit)

Kes: flute/piccolo (maybe boring choice but I think Harry would think of her as a fellow woodwind player... also the piccolo can get quite intense if not a little grating!)

Seven of Nine: piano (yeah okay maybe boring choice too since she actually plays it in “Human Error” for some reason but it IS a big instrument with lots of range and dynamics that tends to steal the show... and it's somewhat of a 'later' addition to orchestral ensemble music... hmmmm...)

at which point you're asking... where IS the bass and Harry's answer I think would be

Neelix: contrabassoon (it a a bit of a goofy-looking but surprisingly complex instrument with plenty of range, also again DIY reed-making for resourcefulness)

the Doctor: timpani (drums that can be detuned while you play them?? both melodic and rhythmic?? impossible to ignore even when you would maybe like to?? perfect for the Doctor)

and that concludes it... I realize this wasn't perhaps the answer you were expecting! I'll have to think more about assigning instruments & musical genres outside of the context of an orchestra because that's such a big question! But one I definitely love to think about.

(I absolutely do think Seven blasted “A Blaze In The Northern Sky” from the cargo bay 2 speakers at least once in an attempt to reconnect with her human roots or something)

#i hope i got my choices & harry characterization right #but about darkthrone. that album is on display at the norwegian national library jsyk. it's as official as it can get #harry would be horrified to hear it tho. #seven: this is human music. i thought you were interested in it #harry: disagree on calling it 'music' #(i love this album btw) #askbox #voy

[ellekathryns]

“Just look at me. Forget everything else.” For J7 👀

she’s had so many stern talks with the doctor about his poor bedside manner that they’ve merged into one, absurdly drawn-out exchange. still, his improvement has been minimal at best.

when she enters sickbay, blood still drying on her uniform, it’s tom who accosts her with a tricorder, tries to assess the damage. she waves him off.

seven is sitting on the biobed with her back to the door. even from a distance, janeway can see the angry red burns marring the right side of her body. she can see where her suit has almost melted away, revealing the charred skin underneath. 

she is certain, just for a moment, that she’s going to be sick. she takes two deep breaths, does her best to quell the nausea.

seven is hunched over, head bowed. janeway hears the doctor chiding her as she approaches the pair of them. 

“...invincible. you are human now, seven. it is imperative that you remember…”

“doctor,” she cuts him off sharply, and he turns to her, looking startled. 

“captain,” he offers her a brief nod and resumes the job of healing seven with the dermal regenerator, but he doesn’t finish his sentence. 

“can i help?” she asks.

“dermal regeneration requires a precision and technical skill not taught in compulsory medical courses at the academy, captain.”

on any other day, she would bristle at his condescension, give him a good telling-off. but she can see a muscle jumping in seven’s jaw from how hard she’s biting down to keep from making any noise. she pays him little mind.

in the following silence, she can hear the shallowness of seven’s breathing. she doesn’t think about protocol, doesn’t think about her role as a captain. she climbs up onto the biobed so that they’re sitting side by side.

seven has always hated sickbay. which is understandable, in janeway’s opinion. when she puts a hand on seven's upper back, between her shoulder blades, she can feel the tension there. she thinks maybe distraction is her best available course of action.

“seven, just look at me, okay? forget everything else.”

seven obliges, turning to her, and kathryn can’t help but flinch at the sight of seven’s face, flecked with blood and patchy with exposed burns. 

“how about a trip to the holodeck tomorrow morning? i hear tom’s been working on another earth program, a more modern one.”

seven shakes her head. 

“i’m on duty,” she chokes out, and were it not for the whole situation, janeway would laugh.

“not anymore you’re not. captain’s orders. report to the holodeck first thing in the morning.”

this time seven nods, but she’s looking at something above janeway, or behind her, and the captain turns, looking over her shoulder.

“what is it?” she asks after a beat and seven reaches out her uninjured hand to touch the top of janeway’s head gingerly.

“there is blood in your hair. are you damaged?” 

this time janeway does laugh. laughs and takes seven’s hand and holds it between both of hers.

“let’s worry about you first, okay.”

seven nods again, looks straight ahead at the doctor as he moves the device from her bicep to her neck.

“captain, please do not feel an obligation to stay if you are needed on the bridge,” seven says eventually. peripherally, she can see this elicit one of the captain’s crooked grins. 

“seven, i’m not going anywhere.” she’s still holding seven’s hand. she wonders, briefly, what this looks like from the doctor’s point of view. the captain rushing straight down from the bridge, minutes after an attack, when she’s notified that a member of her crew has been injured. 

she wonders what they look like now, her and seven, legs dangling off the table. wonders if the doctor can really understand comfort, can grasp the fact that having seven close—warm and alive, having her hand—is just as much a comfort for her as it is for seven.

there’s no way to know. and it doesn’t matter anyway. 

“do you know where tom’s program is set?” seven asks, bringing her back to the present.

“no, i’m not sure. but it’s tom, so you know it’ll be somewhere fun.”

#ty for the prompt! #j/7 #janeway x seven #st: voy #my writing