Disclaimer: We've all heard that TPTB are cutting 2-3 minutes from Voyager: Well, these are my versions of those missing scenes.
"You didn't say much," Janeway said as she leaned back against her sofa. She smiled at Chakotay.
"Not much to say. Most of my ancestors aren't as well documented as yours."
"Not that. The party was getting a little sappy toward the end. I was really hoping you would save us from a sugar overload."
Chakotay laughed. "I found it rather interesting. I hadn't known that B'Elanna's great--" he paused as he counted *greats* on his fingers,"--great-something grandfather had been the first Klingon ambassador to Earth."
Janeway raised an eyebrow. "Our crew has some interesting family histories. We should really try to preserve them...for..."
"For our descendants?" He looked at her strangely, then glanced away. "My people believe strongly in preserving the past..."
"So, apparently, did some of mine." She laughed. "Do you have any famous ancestors?"
He shrugged slightly. "Just oral history...And we both know how unreliable that can be."
"True..." She raised her eyebrows expectantly. When he didn't answer she asked. "Well?"
"Well? Oh, a famous ancestor? No..."
"You're holding out..." She smiled. "Who?"
"Depends on what you mean by famous...Locally famous, but no one important beyond that..."
"I see..."
He grinned at her. "I bet you do." His smile turned to a frown. "Kathryn, on a different matter...I thought...well, that you had worked out your guilt about being here..."
"In the Delta-Quadrant. I have, mostly. But I can't say I wasn't responsible. In the final analysis, I am. Right or wrong it doesn't matter." She leaned forward slightly as she stared at the wall. "Knowing it was the right thing to do, still doesn't make it any easier to look Joe Carey in the eye--or any of them. They all lost something. Families, friends, careers..."
"Vacations..." She laughed.
"I could use one...We all could." She patted the sofa, inviting him to sit down. "Six months of rest and relaxation."
"Sounds good to me. When do we start?" She gave him a wicked look as he sat down.
"We? I was thinking me. You can run the ship."
"And what if I took you up on that offer?"
"I...This is borderline mutiny..." She leaned against him. "Though we should try to start scheduling in some longer time off for the crew."
"I'll look into the possibility. Though I don't think we can offer more than a week...I suspect most would be bored with more than that..."
"I guess...It isn't as if we have unlimited entertainment." She yawned.
"Long day?"
"No, remember I was off?"
"Oh yes. I think it's my turn for some time off." He stood and took her hand. "But first we should get you in bed.
She yawned again. "Is that a proposition?"
"Not really. You look too tired."
"Oh...Sorry." She yawned yet again as she stood. "What do I tell Aunt Martha anyway?"
"Let her keep her dreams. Or...Maybe have a peace offering?"
She took a deep breath. "Once upon a time, I would have really considered that option. But out here, I really don't think starting a family can be a reality." She knew it was true, but yet still felt a pang of disappointment. He knew it too. The subject had come up before. She clutched his hand a little tighter.
Life was full of disappointments.
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"So, Harry, you're awfully quiet," Tom said as he handed the other ensign a drink. The small get-together was winding down, the two senior officers had left (together, Tom had noted) about half-an-hour ago.
"I was just thinking about family. It's been a year since we last communicated with them...I want to know...Well, how are they doing?"
"Cheer-up. They're probably better off than we are."
Harry chuckled. "Probably...I'm just missing them tonight."
"I think we all are..." Tom sipped the peculiar tasting beverage Neelix had concocted and decided it might not be too bad. "You didn't share any family stories..."
Harry shrugged. "The Kim family is pretty unremarkable. Merchants, musicians, a few scientists. We did a good job staying out of the limelight."
"No black sheep?"
Harry laughed. "Besides me? Nah."
"The prodigal son who joined Starfleet, I see." Tom finished his drink. He was surprised to see Seven hadn't left.
"She's curious about families," Harry commented softly. He too was watching the ex-Borg.
"I can imagine." He smiled at the sound of B'Elanna's laughter and turned to look. She was standing with the Doctor and Neelix.
"So, have you two considered family?" Harry asked.
Tom choked slightly. "Me? Us? She's half Human..."
"It's been known..." Harry smiled at his friend. "I've got early duty tomorrow, I'd better turn in."
"Night, Harry." He went to stand by B'Elanna. "What's so funny..."
"The Doctor was telling a story about his cousin--you know, the electric razor?"
"Not just any electric razor. This was the first fully self-automated one. Programmable...It could be programmed to shave someone while that person was asleep."
"A real time saver indeed. I'm surprised it isn't in widespread use."
The Doctor smiled slightly. "It developed a logic board problem and managed to shave the test subject's cat..."
"Oh."
"The feline survived...but my cousin was retired." The Doctor smiled. "So, even I have interesting family stories..."
"I'd say," Tom agreed with a chuckle. "But us mere mortals need to get some sleep. Night Doctor."
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Janeway glanced up at the sound. "Come in." She called out as she put her PADD down. She looked at the younger woman curiously. "Ensign Harper?"
"I...umm..." Barbara Harper shifted her weight.
"Is this a personal problem?" Janeway smiled to put the woman at ease.
"Yes...no..." The ensign took a deep breath. "Captain, I'm pregnant."
"Ahhh." She'd heard the rumors, but Janeway was still surprised to have the news confirmed. "Congratulations. When?"
"Six months four days and three hours according to the Doctor." She smiled.
Janeway stood and walked around her desk to shake the other woman's hand. "Again congratulations."
"I'd like to tell the crew tonight. I want to pick up my winnings from the betting pool...You didn't hear that, did you?"
Janeway laughed. "You cheated?"
Barbara shrugged. "Hey, if I didn't place a bet in the who's pregnant pool, they would have suspected me...Anyway, this way I can have a nice dinner with Walter. Thank-you Captain."
Janeway nodded, then dismissed her. She sat back down and waited. It didn't take long before her chimes rang again. "Come in Commander." She smiled at him. "I've just heard some interesting news..."
Seven glanced around the corridor and shook her head. She was beginning to agree with Janeway's opinion of temporal paradoxes. She definitely had a headache. Maybe it would have been better if the time police had erased their memories.
She was standing exactly where, she didn't know how long ago now, she'd met them for the first time; or was that for the third time?
She marched over to the turbolift. "Sick-bay."
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"Doctor. I have a headache," Seven said with a clipped, quiet tone.
"A headache?" The doctor stopped singing and faced her. Seven nodded. "You have never had a headache." He picked up a tri-corder and began to examine her; his frown growing deeper as the scans showed nothing wrong. He finally picked up a hypospray. "This is an analgesic, it should help with the pain. I would like you to return tomorrow morning."
"This tomorrow or last tomorrow?" She reached up and rubbed her brow. "I shall be in my regeneration chamber.
"This tomorrow or last tomorrow? Huh?" The Doctor raised his eyebrows.
Five minutes later his rehearsal was again interrupted when Janeway walked into sick-bay.
"Let me guess, you have a headache?" He shook his head. "You and Seven--this is a minor epidemic."
"Can it, Doctor, I'm not in the mood."
"I can see that." He picked up a hypospray. "No coffee, take the morning off..." He almost laughed at her evil expression. "Then take an hour off. Captain. Even Seven was more co-operative. You really shouldn't play Velocity so intently."
"It wasn't...Yes, I suppose you're right." He injected her and she started to leave.
"Captain," he called after her. "Get some sleep." He waited until the doors shut before he began singing again.
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Tom smiled as he saw Seven walk past him. She would be perfect, even though he was pretty sure that she'd never had played. He started bouncing the ball on his paddle as he walked to catch up with her.
"A curious exercise," she said as he matched her pace.
"Ping pong. you should try it. It's a great test of hand eye coordination."
"I don't require testing."
"So the doctor tells me..."
She stopped and grabbed the ball. "And your point is, Ensign?"
He looked at her, a little surprised. "Would you like to play ping pong?"
"Yes, I think it will be an intriguing exercise. Nineteen hundred hours in the mess hall." She stepped into the turbolift and tossed him the ball. "And tell Lieutenant Torres, I look forward to beating her."
Tom stared at the lift for almost a minute. How the Hell had she'd known...He grinned slightly and turned. His bet with B'Elanna was as good as won.
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Janeway hadn't spent the day resting, but going over reports. She wanted to understand just what the hell was going on. Or was that rather had gone on? She knew the story they'd told her and that Seven had told. But time cops never told the whole truth.
She rubbed her eyes as she pulled her reports from their last experience with Braxton.
"Tired?" She looked up at his voice and smiled.
"Hello, how was the day?" She asked.
"Probably better than yours. What are you doing?" Chakotay leaned over and glanced at the PADD. "The time ship?"
"I was just going over old reports..."
He shook his head. "Afraid some Admiral will stop by?"
She laughed. "You never can tell." She hesitated. "Do you ever wonder what happened to him?"
"Braxton? He probably went nuts...Hell, he was nuts. Why?"
"Oh no reason..." She sighed when he started rubbing her shoulders.
"Good, because I have front row tickets for tonight's ping pong game."
She shook her head. "I never was one for ping pong."
"Seven's playing."
Her eyes opened wide. "Really?" She stood. "On second thought, I will go." She took his hand. "Come..."
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Jenny Delaney smiled as she said good night to Barbara and Walter. The ping pong game had been, for lack of a better term, interesting. Though she wasn't sure why so many people had even bothered. She figured some were there to see Seven get beaten (the former Borg hadn't been) while others were just bored.
It wasn't her fault that Chappel had gotten sick. Really. Jenny smiled slightly then she froze.
She could hear soft voices from just around the corner. Her smile grew as she recognized one voice then the other. The conversation was just to delicious to ignore.
"Are you sure?" A soft male voice said.
"Positive." A long silence followed, during which Jenny fidgeted. She really should just go back the other way.
The man spoke again. "Did I change your mind, Kath?"
Then there was silence again. Jenny finally cautiously peeked around the corner. Nobody was there. She laughed quietly. "Good night Captain, Commander." She bolted down the hall. Tom Paris would now owe her big time.
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Seven glanced around the corridor and shook her head. She was beginning to agree with Janeway's opinion of temporal paradoxes. She definitely had a headache. Maybe it would have been better if the temporal police had erased their memories.
She was standing exactly where, she didn't know how long ago now, she'd met them for the first time; or was that for the third time?
She marched over to the turbolift. "Sick-bay."
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"Doctor. I have a headache," Seven said with a clipped, quiet tone.
"A headache?" The doctor stopped singing and faced her. Seven nodded. "You have never had a headache." He picked up a tri-corder and began to examine her; his frown growing deeper as the scans showed nothing wrong. He finally picked up a hypospray. "This is an analgesic, it should help with the pain. I would like you to return tomorrow morning."
"This tomorrow or last tomorrow?" She reached up and rubbed her brow. "I shall be in my regeneration chamber.
"This tomorrow or last tomorrow? Huh?" The Doctor raised his eyebrows.
Five minutes later his rehearsal was again interrupted when Janeway walked into sick-bay.
"Let me guess, you have a headache?" He shook his head. "You and Seven--this is a minor epidemic."
"Can it, Doctor, I'm not in the mood."
"I can see that." He picked up a hypospray. "No coffee, take the morning off..." He almost laughed at her evil expression. "Then take an hour off. Captain. Even Seven was more co-operative. You really shouldn't play Velocity so intently."
"It wasn't...Yes, I suppose you're right." He injected her and she started to leave.
"Captain," he called after her. "Get some sleep." He waited until the doors shut before he began singing again.
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Tom smiled as he saw Seven walk past him. She would be perfect, even though he was pretty sure that she'd never had played. He started bouncing the ball on his paddle as he walked to catch up with her.
"A curious exercise," she said as he matched her pace.
"Ping pong. you should try it. It's a great test of hand eye coordination."
"I don't require testing."
"So the doctor tells me..."
She stopped and grabbed the ball. "And your point is, Ensign?"
He looked at her, a little surprised. "Would you like to play ping pong?"
"Yes, I think it will be an intriguing exercise. Nineteen hundred hours in the mess hall." She stepped into the turbolift and tossed him the ball. "And tell Lieutenant Torres, I look forward to beating her."
Tom stared at the lift for almost a minute. How the Hell had she'd known...He grinned slightly and turned. His bet with B'Elanna was as good as won.
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Janeway hadn't spent the day resting, but going over reports. She wanted to understand just what the hell was going on. Or was that rather had gone on? She knew the story they'd told her and that Seven had told. But time cops never told the whole truth.
She rubbed her eyes as she pulled her reports from their last experience with Braxton.
"Tired?" She looked up at his voice and smiled.
"Hello, how was the day?" She asked.
"Probably better than yours. What are you doing?" Chakotay leaned over and glanced at the PADD. "The time ship?"
"I was just going over old reports..."
He shook his head. "Afraid some Admiral will stop by?"
She laughed. "You never can tell." She hesitated. "Do you ever wonder what happened to him?"
"Braxton? He probably went nuts...Hell, he was nuts. Why?"
"Oh no reason..." She sighed when he started rubbing her shoulders.
"Good, because I have front row tickets for tonight's ping pong game."
She shook her head. "I never was one for ping pong."
"Seven's playing."
Her eyes opened wide. "Really?" She stood. "On second thought, I will go." She took his hand. "Come..."
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Jenny Delaney smiled as she said good night to Barbara and Walter. The ping pong game had been, for lack of a better term, interesting. Though she wasn't sure why so many people had even bothered. She figured some were there to see Seven get beaten (the former Borg hadn't been) while others were just bored.
It wasn't her fault that Chappel had gotten sick. Really. Jenny smiled slightly then she froze.
She could hear soft voices from just around the corner. Her smile grew as she recognized one voice then the other. The conversation was just to delicious to ignore.
"Are you sure?" A soft male voice said.
"Positive." A long silence followed, during which Jenny fidgeted. She really should just go back the other way.
The man spoke again. "Did I change your mind, Kath?"
Then there was silence again. Jenny finally cautiously peeked around the corner. Nobody was there. She laughed quietly. "Good night Captain, Commander." She bolted down the hall. Tom Paris would now owe her big time.
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"Your Honor," the young lawyer said with a quick glance at his client. "May I approach the bench?"
She nodded, then motioned for the prosecutor to step forward. "Gentlemen," she said in a whisper. "Have you agreed on anything?"
The prosecutor shrugged. "Braxton is obviously in need of intense psychological counseling..."
"He refuses such treatment," the defense lawyer cut in. "He claims he's innocent and that the captain from the twenty-first century is responsible."
"Gentlemen, gentlemen," she admonished. "Please. We've had enough publicity." A shout from the defendant interrupted any further conversation.
"We must save the Future!!!" Braxton shouted. "On this all depends." He stood and looked around in a daze. "Starling--we must stop starling."
She looked at the two men. They both looked as puzzled as she felt. The defense lawyer jogged over to try to calm his client.
"Birds?" She asked the prosecutor.
"I'm not sure, but I think it is something to do with one of his cases."
"Let me guess, the Temporal Police Department is still stating that the information on all this is classified." She rolled her eyes in frustration.
Braxton leapt over the fence dragging his lawyer with him. Two guards stopped him. Braxton collapsed and started wailing.
Judge Elizabeth Kathryn Renfro--daughter of Hector Renfro and Maria Janeway--pounded her gavel. "Please remove Mr. Braxton from the proceedings. The court here-by assigns the defendant to the Dakota Asylum for a period of not less than one month. At the end of that month the court will render an opinion on Mr. Braxton's mental state and whether he's fit to stand trial. Court dismissed." She stood and hastily made her way to her chambers. She wanted coffee.