Welcome to my new story. This is my first (published) foray into the Star Trek world but I decided to have a go. This is mainly a TNG story but characters from Voyager will be popping up now and then. Anyways enjoy.
Disclaimer: I don't own any characters from either Star Trek The Next Generation or Star Trek Voyager.
It was raining when the young woman transported into the Janeway's front yard.
Shaking her sodden red hair out of her eyes, the young woman lifted her head and gazed at the warm light emanating from the windows of the house, its warmth almost mocking her as she stood in the freezing rain.
Shaking her head again, as though trying to get rid of these negative thoughts, she began to walk determinedly towards the front door of the old-fashioned house. Gently placing her hand against the door sensor, she pressed the chime firmly and then stepped back as she waited for someone to answer.
"Just a second, just a second," a woman's voice called, and as a shadow cut across the light streaming through the glass-plated door, the young woman glanced up.
"Now how can I help...you...?" The woman's voice stammered to a halt, as she opened the door and the light from the hall lit up the pale features of the young woman. "Beverly?" She paused, shocked at the sudden appearance of her young cousin. "Oh my goodness, come in, come in." She said, suddenly jumping forward and pulling Beverly into the warm hallway. "Come into the living room, sweetie, you're frozen solid. Edward, Beverly is here." She finished, calling for her husband as she led Beverly into the living room and helped her into a seat placed closest to the fire.
Feeling the warmth from the fire beginning to seep into her freezing body, Beverly sighed heavily and sank deeper into the soft cushions of the chair.
"Sweetie, I need to get this jacket off you, can you lean forward a bit for me?" Gretchen asked kindly, gently encouraging Beverly to shift forward before carefully slipping the jacket off of Beverly's slim shoulders. "There we go...oh my..." She murmured as she noticed the bundle, which Beverly was holding tightly to her chest, which had previously been hidden by the large jacket. Almost as though it realised that it has been noticed, the bundle began to move and tiny whimpers could be heard coming from within the thick blankets wrapped around it. Hearing the child's whimpers, Beverly immediately looked down, and cuddling it closer, she began murmuring quietly to soothe it.
"Ah Beverly, how are you this fine evening?" Edward called jovially, as he sauntered into the living room, seemingly unfazed by the bundle lying in the young woman's arms, and sitting down in the chair, which was placed opposite to the one that she was currently sitting in, he smiled kindly at her. Gretchen, having hung the jacket up to dry, walked back into the living room and sat down beside her husband, her eyes fixed on the figures of the woman and child.
"I'm fine, thanks Edward." Beverly eventually replied, her words almost whispered, finally lifting her gaze from the baby to look up at the concerned couple sitting opposite. "I'd like you to meet my daughter, Kathryn." She said, smiling lovingly at her daughter, as she eased the blanket off the child's face and lifted her up a little so that the pair could see her delicate features properly.
"Oh, Beverly, she is beautiful." Gretchen cooed, in awe of the beautiful child before her.
"Yes she is." Beverly agreed, equally mesmerised by the beauty of her daughter. "Would you like to hold her?" She asked Gretchen shyly, carefully handing the baby over as the older woman nodded eagerly.
Seeing her cousin holding her daughter so protectively, Beverly smiled sadly, knowing that she had made the right choice in bringing her daughter to her cousin and her husband. Still it was hard, and she sighed shakily as she took a deep breath in attempt to gather the courage to do what she needed to do.
"Gretchen, Edward, I need to ask a big favour of you."
20 years later...
'Our top story tonight, it has been reported that Vice Admiral Edward Janeway has been killed in a shuttle accident just outside of the San Francisco area. His eldest daughter, Cadet Kathryn Janeway, who was also onboard, remains in critical condition having survived the crash which killed her father.
Although there is no news on what caused the accident, experts believe...'
A beautiful red-headed woman stared in disbelief at the monitor that even now was showing images of the burnt-out shuttlecraft that had crashed earlier that evening.
"No, no it can't be," she gasped in horror, "Not my Kathryn, not my little girl. I've got to get there." She muttered distractedly to herself, grabbing a coat and running out of the apartment, oblivious to the pile of shattered china still lying on the floor and the calm voices, which were still discussing the shuttlecraft's systems, coming from the monitor.
Walking through the corridors of Starfleet Medical, Beverly felt like she was in a strange kind of dream. Everything was just so normal, exactly like it had been the day before when she had been working there, the Nurses and Doctors all went about their work, smiling at her as they walked past, occasionally greeting her, all of them unaware that somewhere above her, her daughter was fighting for her life.
Stepping out of the turbolift onto the floor where her daughter was being treated, Beverly briefly leaned against the nearest wall and took a deep, calming breath. 'I can do this, I can do this.' She repeated to herself over and over again. She was a Doctor and she was not afraid, no matter what she saw in that hospital room, she would not let it overwhelm her.
Continuing to breathe deeply, she finally stood up, straightened her uniform jacket and resumed walking down the corridor towards Kathryn's hospital room, grateful that she worked at this hospital and so had been able to find out where her daughter's room easily and without drawing any particular attention to herself.
As she approached the open doorway, Beverly's steps slowed and instead of walking into the room, she instead paused just outside the door, desperately trying to slip into her detached 'Doctor-Mode', as she had dubbed it.
It was impossible though, no matter how hard she tried to convince herself that it was just another patient, another wound to heal, her heart would not let her forget that it was her child lying in that hospital bed.
Unable to simply stand there any longer, Beverly drew herself up, straightened her back and strode confidently into the room. However, as soon as her gaze landed on the woman lying on the narrow biobed, Beverly faltered, feeling as though she had just run into a brick wall.
She gasped silently, as she saw the pale features of her daughter lying against the white hospital pillows, her red hair spread round her head almost like blood. It was an eerie sight that chilled Beverly to the bone.
Glancing quickly around the room, Beverly now saw that it was empty except for the unconscious woman. Brushing at the tears that had begun to slide down her cheeks at the sight of her little girl, Beverly moved towards the end of the hospital bed and picking up Kathryn's chart, she began to read. As she noted each injury and its current treatment, Beverly sighed slightly, it was bad but it could have been far worse. Placing the chart back where it had been, Beverly stepped forward, once again captivated by the young woman lying before her, her beauty remaining undiminished even with the bruises littering her pale skin. Leaning over her, Beverly gently brushed a tendril of hair away from her damp forehead and placed a gentle kiss on her fevered brow.
"My little one." She whispered against Kathryn's forehead, jumping back slightly as Kathryn stirred.
"M-m-mom?" She mumbled weakly, her eyelids fluttering slightly. Beverly simply remained standing there, Kathryn's question leaving her speechless.
"I'm here baby, I'm here." A voice replied, and Gretchen Janeway walked serenely into the room, gently pushing Beverly away so that she could reach the bed where Kathryn was lying.
"I'm...sorry." Beverly said weakly, suddenly realising what an intrusion her mere presence must be at this time.
Gretchen's gaze however, held no reproach but instead only warmth and understanding.
"Don't worry about it Beverly, you needed to be here, to see her for yourself, I understand that." Gretchen said simply, stroking Kathryn's hair until she settled back into a deep sleep, soothed by her mother's presence.
Seeing that Kathryn was once again asleep, Gretchen turned back to Beverly and gestured for her to sit down next to her.
"So how are you, Beverly?" Gretchen suddenly asked, startling Beverly out of her stupor.
"Oh, I'm fine, very busy at the moment with my research." She explained, the excuse sounding weak and defensive even to her ears.
"Research? I guess that's why you haven't visited recently?" Gretchen asked innocently, instantly noticing the guilty expression spreading across Beverly's face. However, acting as though she was unaware of Beverly's expression, she continued to speak. "The girls have missed you, you know. Kathryn wanted to tell you all about the science classes that she has been taking at the Academy and Phoebe wanted to show you her new paintings. They were very disappointed when you couldn't come for Christmas, especially since you missed last year too."
"I know, I'm sorry but I really was busy." 'Busy avoiding my daughter' she thought to herself. Looking up briefly, her eyes instantly met the disbelieving expression in Gretchen's eyes. "It's just hard, especially now as she's getting older."
"I know, sweetie." Gretchen murmured softly, pulling the younger woman into a comforting embrace, once again seeing the young girl, who had begged them to look after her baby, since she wasn't able to.
Gretchen sighed as she remembered the desperate expression on Beverly's face. The pair had agreed of course, but had requested one amendment to the arrangement. They had told Beverly that they had wanted her to have at least some part in her daughter's life, both for the good of the child and for its mother. Beverly had accepted of course, originally extremely happy with the opportunity to be a part of her daughter's life, even if it was only as the cousin of Kathryn's adoptive mother, but as the child had continued to grow Gretchen had seen the toll that it had begun to take on Beverly and noticed how her visits had begun to lessen.
"I am sorry for not visiting more but every time that I came and saw you guys and then had to leave, it was like someone had stuck a dagger in me and was slowly twisting it." Beverly broke off, gazing at her beautiful daughter, remembering how she had wanted to take her daughter with her every single time that she had left the Janeway household.
"She knows that she's adopted you know," Gretchen said, interrupting Beverly's memories and causing Beverly to whip her head round in surprise.
"Oh yeah. You must have realised how bright she is?" Beverly simply nodded. "Well when she was fourteen, she decided to do a science project on the genetic variations which occur within the basic family group." Beverly gulped slightly, instantly knowing what would've happened next. Gretchen nodded, seeing that Beverly had already realised what had happened next. "So anyway, Kathryn compared samples taken from Edward, Phoebe and myself and then finally herself. She immediately noticed the discrepancy. She realised that although her genetic makeup shared some similarities with Phoebe and myself, there were not enough similarities for her to be my biological daughter and definitely not her fath...Edward's." Gretchen said, stumbling only when she mentioned Edward. Beverly however, barely noticed Gretchen's mistake but was instead mesmerised by the story that she was telling and rather than mention the error, she merely gestured for Gretchen to continue. "I'll always remember the moment that she confronted us with her 'data'. She was so calm, so collected, not angry in the slightest instead she simply stood there and asked us to tell her the truth."
"So much like her father." Beverly mused to herself, unaware that she had spoken aloud. She chuckled as she thought of how her own reaction would have been to the news; she definitely would not have been calm. Kathryn had clearly inherited her father's calm and collected nature, although she also knew that both Kathryn and her father could become extremely passionate and volatile when they believed in a cause. Memories of Kathryn's stubbornness and temper also flashed before her eyes, there was plenty of her in her daughter too. She was a perfect blend of her parents' natures, even if she hadn't been raised by them.
Gretchen, meanwhile, was staring at Beverly curiously. She had never heard much about Kathryn's biological father, only that he was a career man, who had never wanted children, 'a mistake on his part' she thought as she gazed at her daughter fondly.
Gretchen wasn't even sure whether Beverly had been in a long-term relationship with the man, not that it really mattered to her but still, Gretchen had often wondered at what Beverly had shared with him.
Snapping out of her own memories, Beverly immediately noticed Gretchen's obvious curiosity and began to speak again, feeling the need to finally share some of her history with the woman who had given her and her daughter so much.
"Her father was always so calm, it took a lot to rile him up and even then he rarely yelled. Such a contrast to me, I know, and it used to drive me crazy. Especially when I was angry at him and he would just stand there, no reaction whatsoever." Beverly smiled ruefully. "It must have seemed to be such a strange relationship from the outside but it worked, for the most part anyway, we brought out the best in each other...but then...well anyway, Kathryn's attitude in regards to her biological parentage just reminded me of him." Beverly trailed off, an almost visible wall slamming across her eyes as she fought to keep her emotions and memories hidden. Gretchen sighed, she knew that look, knew it from her daughter, it was the same look she saw every single time Kathryn was upset but didn't want to talk about it. She would get no more out of Beverly regarding Kathryn's father that night.
"I'll be taking her home soon,." Gretchen said instead, swiftly changing the subject, smiling inwardly at Beverly's look of relief. "You should come visit."
"Yeah, yeah that would be nice." Beverly replied, her voice stronger. "That would be great."
So voila, the first chapter. I hope you like it there is more to come but I still need to type some of it up and then find an internet connection since mine has completely died grrrrrr. Anywho will do my best to get the next chapter up ASAP. Read and Review please. Toodles. A xxxxxx