Captain Janeway's Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day

By Kate O'Riley

Rating: G

Codes: J/C

Time: In the day. Right before "Night".

Disclaimer: If I didn't put this disclaimer on, and got sued, I'd have a very bad day indeed. Which is why this is here. Paramount owns characters, I own story. Blah blah blah. I'm writing this on a streak, and I've already written half of one story and another one. I'm sick of writing disclaimers.

Archiving: Feel free, just tell me.

Other: Part of my "Terrible, Horrible, No Good, Very Bad Day" series. At the time this was written, I have done Harry, Tom, and B'Elanna. Chakotay will be upcoming. Keep watching.



Personal log, stardate *****.*

Thank goodness. My shift is finally over. I thought it would never end.

The day started at 0400. I woke up when I was thrown out of my bed. The ship was being attacked by a Borg cube, and the comm system managed to be the first thing down. I only knew it was the Borg when one managed to beam into my quarters. Luckily, I'd left my phaser nearby and managed to kill it. Unluckily, it got blood all over the carpet.

Talk about having to wake up fast. But, since I'd been thrown out of my bed, I'd managed to get a slight concussion. I missed the first time I shot, and hit a picture of the senior staff. It ended up catching on fire, which meant as soon as I killed the Borg drone, I had to hurry up and get it put out. The problem was, since the fire supression system was down, I had to use one of my holodeck costumes to beat it out.

Luckily, Chakotay had gotten the ship away. But I had to get up to the bridge right away. Except that as soon as I walked onto the bridge, I fainted. Straight into Chakotay's arms.

Although I would never admit it to anyone else, waking up in his arms was…nice.

But I couldn't let the crew see my reaction to that. And I was embarassed that I'd fainted on the bridge. I'm the captain. I'm not supposed to faint.

But Chakotay did take me to sickbay.

Then I had to deal with the Doctor. He was extremely grumpy. More then usual, I mean.

And then I had to get the cleaning crew to clean my quarters. *And* I had to pull from my replicator rations for a new carpet.

Of course, this was all before I had my coffee. As it turned out, the replicators were malfunctioning. All of them. I never got the coffee. Tom said he didn't do it. Why do I not believe him?

Then the warp core malfunctioned. We had to eject it, then retrieve it.

Of course, then we had some negotiations with a planet. We finally convinced them to let us get food and supplies. We'll need them. Scanners are showing empty space for the next two months. I've told Neelix to really focus on crew morale.

The whole day has made me tired and depressed. I hate being depressed. After Justin and my father died, I was that way for months. I swore I'd never let myself get that way again.

But, that's likely not going to happen. I think I've had one of the worst days in the Delta Quadrant today. How much worse can it possibly get?