May 9th, 2020

Strauss

Fic: "Stranded" (Star Trek Voyager)

Just realized I never uploaded any of my Orville fic here. I shall change that.

I wrote my first Voyager fic! Any Voyager fans here, aside from those I already talked to? I'm watching it for the first time and enjoy myself immensely. This was not planned.

So when I came to the "Basics" two-parter I had two write something. This was originally a lot longer but my beta made me see what is important and cutting off stuff. Hope you like it!

Words: 1,167

Summary: "Here they were, stranded again on a planet. Only this time it was not just her and Chakotay, this time she had managed to bring the whole crew with her."

Kathryn and Chakotay have a talk. Missing scene to episode 3x01 "Basics part 2"

Link to AO3: https://archiveofourown.org/works/24061945



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Stranded

Kathryn Janeway kept her face calm while the thoughts were tumbling in her head. Here they were, stranded again on a planet. Only this time it was not just her and Chakotay, this time she had managed to bring the whole crew with her.

He had been right. They should have run the other way and never looked back. But she sent him to think about his fatherly feelings and this was the result. She had let her own feelings decide for her. Because she didn’t want to let him search alone for Seska’s child, she’d led all of them into disaster.

One of many mistakes she’d made since she’d started this journey. They were piling up one by one, eating away at her.

At least on New Earth there was shelter and food. And a bathtub. It had been almost idyllic in comparison.

This time they had exactly – nothing. They’d managed to find food for today but what would tomorrow bring? And the day after that? And how cold was the night going to be?

“Trapped on a barren planet and you’re stuck with the only Indian in the universe who can’t start a fire by rubbing two sticks together.”

She could hear the frustration in his voice and in his eyes she could see how it weighed on him, thinking that he failed her. She tried to comfort him by pointing out that others had failed too, but he was having none of that. He was a proud man who took his heritage very seriously.

She’d seen him struggling with the fire for a while. She didn’t want to put even more pressure on him so she kept herself busy elsewhere but, secretly, she was watching him. He refused to give up, turning the stick faster and faster, to no avail. The tip of his tongue had come out, unconsciously trying to help as well. It made him look adorable, like a four-year-old.

And she’d never reveal those thoughts to him.

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