"I'm so totally not joking. I really think it's her." Isabelle said tugging her best friend's sleeve, whispering excitedly. Laura sighed loudly, not hiding any of her disinterest.
"You always think it's her, Izzy." Laura said, looking back down at her PADD. "Besides, why would Kathryn Janeway be on a shuttle transport to Mars? Wouldn't she be able to just transport?"
"She isn't Starfleet anymore. It's her, oh God. I have to go introduce myself."
"What is it with you and old people?" Laura, asked, looking up at the small woman a few seats in front of them.
"She isn't old. 45 is not old. Shut up, nobody asked you. Besides, she's just... so brave and noble and gorgeous." Isabelle gushed. "And she's just staring out at the stars. We still have two hours. I doubt she'd mind a little conversation."
"Right, a stimulating conversation from a 15-year-old. She'd just jump at that prospect." Laura said sarcastically.
"Well, I'm going over there." Isabelle said standing, smoothing her beige skirt.
"You're just leaving me here alone?" Laura said, worried for the first time.
"Yep," Isabelle walked down the aisle to the woman sitting there, looking bored. "Excuse me." The lady looked over and gave the once over to the girl standing in front of her trying not to fidget with the hem of her blouse.
"Yes?" She asked.
"You're Kathryn Janeway, right?" She asked. Kathryn nodded, warily.
"I thought so; I've been following your work in all the science journals. Do you mind if I sit down?" she asked eagerly.
"Of course," Kathryn said, motioning to the seat across from her in the booth.
"My name is Isabelle Wildman." She said, softly. "I believe my aunt was on your ship." This caused Kathryn to look up sharply. Despite the girl's dark hair and olive skin, she could see similar facial structures.
"Samantha was your aunt. Well how about that. This isn't about my work in science, is it?" Kathryn asked, smiling slightly.
"I have been following the news vids on Voyager, but that's only because Aunt Sam was with you. I did enjoy your piece on massive compact halo objects." Isabelle said sincerely.
"Really? That's wonderful." Kathryn said, a real smile appearing. "How old are you?"
"15, I'm on my way home. I had an interview with Starfleet Academy." She said.
"No, just for their prep courses." Isabelle said.
"15, that's young." Kathryn said. "I haven't talked to Samantha is a while. How's Naomi doing?" She asked the girl.
"She's adjusting. I'm the closest one to her age in the family now. She's so smart. She talked about you a lot." Kathryn blushed at this.
"I do miss her at times. She was a good dose of reality on that ship. I wanted her to know earth." Her voice was far away and Isabelle was content to just sit and look at her. She still couldn't believe she was sitting across from Kathryn Janeway.
"I admit, I was a little fascinated with the Voyager stories. It's a little unsettling to actually meet the woman of Naomi's affection." This brought Kathryn's attention back.
"You aren't the first one who has approached me. It was a little aggravating at first. People trying to be my friend just because I was famous. I didn't get Voyager home to be famous. After a while, I forgot why I did get Voyager home." Isabelle immediately felt guilty at Kathryn's admission.
"I'm sorry, Ms. Janeway." She said standing quickly. "I just wanted to compliment you on your brain. I wanted to meet my cousin's idol." She tried not to sound bitter or ashamed. "I'll tell Samantha I saw you." Kathryn didn't respond, and turned back to her window and Isabelle made her way back to Laura.
"Well, how was she?" Laura asked, impatiently.
"Not how I imagined." Isabelle said sadly. "I told her who I was, but she just seemed to think I was after Voyager stories."
"I'm not one to say I told you so, but, I told you so." Laura said smugly.
"I still think she's beautiful." Isabelle added.