Star Trek: VoyagerRating:
Teens & UpSummary:
The perfect ending to the less-than-perfect journey.Character/Pairing:
None… the show has ended!Warnings:
Language.Prompt Number for fic101:
7 - TrueAuthor’s Notes:
Song belongs to Missy Higgins.Disclaimer:
Usual guff. Not
mine, promise to put them back where I found them.Date:
So we've put an end to it this
I'm no longer yours and you're no longer mine.
You said this hill looks far too steep
if I'm not even sure
it's me you wanna keep.
Kathryn once said that, when they got home, she was going to have Tom land them
in the vast grounds of Starfleet Headquarters.
She had jokingly said that to Admiral Paris a few hours earlier and
he had immediately deemed it a fitting welcome home.
He'd told her to give them a few hours to ensure that the area
was clear and then Voyager would be the first Ship in well over a hundred years to land on Earth as opposed to the space station
that orbited the blue and green planet she called Home.
While they waited, instructions had been sent for the crew
to start packing their personal belongings in preparation for transport.
Apparently, in the few hours that it would
take Starfleet to clear the area for their landing, they were also attempting to gather at least one family member and/or
friend of each man and woman on board.
As the exit ramp lowered, the first thing that her crew was to see would be
the smiling faces of the people that they fought so hard to return to.
Kathryn thinks it perfect.
ending to the less-than-perfect journey.
He comes to see her when they are in Earth's orbit.
rests low in the atmosphere, the crew busting around in preparation, their Captain held up in the Ready Room as she pressures
Admirals for answers about her former Maquis and Equinox crews.
The chime rings and she calls for him to enter, waving
him in as she finishes yet another tedious conversation.
Kathryn smiles as she terminates the call, then turns to face
her First Officer, rolling her eyes. "Diplomats."
"You'd better get used to them," He says.
He smiles, but
there is nothing behind it.
"I hope you're not worried about what happens now, Chakotay."
"Actually, I am."
will be fine. Admiral Paris has assured me that the Maquis..."
He shakes his head. "That's not what I'm worried about."
"Seven and I are dating." He says flatly, tugging uncomfortably at his ear.
"So it's true then."
"The Admiral said that you two were dating. I wasn't sure if I believed her or not." She said a lot more than
that, but Kathryn isn’t prepared to talk about that now. Maybe not ever.
"If you can't trust yourself, who can
Kathryn can't help but let a small smile slip past her mask of indifference. "The Admiral said the same
"She's a wise woman."
Part of her wants to tell him that he no longer has the right to pay a compliment
to her, her future self, her past self or any part of herself. But that would be petty, wouldn't it, Kathy?
is he doing this?
"Do you want my approval, Chakotay?"
"I guess I do."
"As your Captain or as your friend?"
blinks. "I would hope that both are in agreement."Tough!
"As your Captain, I hope you're very happy." She says
it with every bit of sincerity that she can muster.
It's not a lot, but it would fool anyone except him.
He sighs, "We've had four dates."
"Congratulations." He opens his mouth to say something else - probably to call her
on the sarcastic undertones of her response - but the sound of her comm. badge chirping interrupts him. She taps it gratefully.
"Captain, Admiral Paris says everything is ready and waiting for us."
The promise of a hug from
her mother is too good to pass up for this conversation. "Tell him we're on our way, Harry. Have Tom come back to the bridge.
He should be the one to do this."
Kathryn closes the link and moves to the door.
A hand grips her arm before
she can walk into the sensor grid that triggers the doors to open. She turns and faces him.
"Is that it?" He asks.
Tom sweeps Voyager low across San Francisco Bay, dancing through the fireworks that explode
An amazing display of colour and light beckons them towards their landing sight.
A little voice
rings in her ears as she watches the display with a blank expression. Welcome Home, Kathryn.