#Janeway is partial to no doubt

[sarasidlesaid]

I think Tom Paris introducing 90’s music to the crew would have been disruptive. They’re on the bridge during a semi-crisis and Janeway asks how long it’s been since their last transmission and Tom says “it’s been one week…”

[lostyesterday]

I’ve been thinking about disabled protagonists in Star Trek recently, which got me thinking about Seven of Nine. It’s interesting because I’m almost certain the writers of Voyager did not intend to write a disabled character, but they ended up accidentally writing one anyway, and one whose arc I find surprisingly compelling as a disabled person myself. Seven is dependent on electronic devices both inside her body and external to it in order to survive and she requires regular medical treatment and specialized adaptations to her environment in order to function. She is absolutely canonically disabled (as are all the other ex-Borg in Star Trek), even if the writers probably weren’t aware of that. The major reason that I think Seven’s arc resonates with me so much is because it reflects a deep tension between independence and dependence that is a fundamental and complex part of so many disabled people’s lives.

To be disabled is to be deeply aware at all times of your own dependence on external things (such as wheelchairs, canes, medications, etc.) and other people. At the same time, to be disabled is to also be deeply aware of the societal standards of independence and self-sufficiency you are constantly failing to live up to. You cannot do things that people are “supposed” to be able to do independently. You need help for basic tasks, and you have no choice but to trust that these external supports you are dependent on will not suddenly disappear, causing you to be unable to participate in society at all. It’s difficult to express to someone who hasn’t experienced it how much being disabled forces someone to consider their own level of dependence and independence constantly, how it becomes a deep part of one’s identity and can often be a source of trauma.

Seven’s arc on Voyager is often focused on the nature of individuality, but it is interesting how often “individuality” becomes a stand-in for independence. Seven’s disability makes her deeply dependent on the crew and resources of Voyager for survival. She could theoretically leave and use her own skills to do maintenance on her implants and install an alcove somewhere to keep herself functioning, but it would be a great risk, and her safety would be constantly in doubt. At the same time, Seven hates this dependence. She tries to rely on other people as little as possible, hating her need for the Doctor to diagnose issues with her implants and refusing to ask for help until she has no other choice. She hates this dependence because she sees it as challenging her ability to become a complete “individual” who is able to make her own autonomous choices. She hates this dependence because it forces her to rely on other people who could at any time abandon her or abuse their power over her.

So it’s far less frightening to pretend this dependence doesn’t exist, to hide it even from herself. Seven’s arrogance in her own abilities, her focus on her intellect and vast knowledge and superior physical abilities are in many ways genuine, especially early on. But at what point does this confidence in her own abilities – this reassurance that she is smart enough and strong enough to control her own destiny and be a true individual – become a coping mechanism to deal with the reality of her dependence on objects and people outside of her direct control?

Seven is told often by members of the Voyager crew that being an individual who makes her own choices and decisions is what she should strive for. And at the same time, those same people often exert control over her, attempting to restrict her autonomy. Janeway or the Doctor tell her that they know better than her what her needs are – that being an individual only goes so far. Seven’s anger at this contradiction is one of my favorite parts of her character, partially because it captures a similar feeling of anger deep inside me when I think about the ways society constantly pressures disabled people to maintain standards of independence impossible to live up to while at the same time deeply restricting our autonomy and freedom.

In the episode “Imperfection”, Seven says that what she wants most is to be useful. To be useful is to be a valuable part of society – someone who is self-sufficient and talented and certainly not deeply dependent on other people for basic survival. To be disabled is to have society constantly demand that you be useful, that you be independent and strong and never let your disabilities limit you. And at the same time, to be disabled is to discover over and over that you can never be that fully autonomous, fully functional human being seen as ideal in society. No matter what you do – no matter how far you run from the truth – it’s an impossible reality to escape.

[bizships]

I was tagged by @madamairlock

20 fic writing questions here we goooooooo

1. How many works do you have on AO3?: 100

2. What's your total AO3 word count?: 595,936

3. What fandoms do you write for? Star Trek Voyager primarily. I tend to be a one fandom girl.

4. What are your top 5 fics by kudos?Unexpected (375)

Timeless Moments (282)

The Times They Are A Changin’ (275)

Pinewood (236)

Come Healing (212)

5. Do you respond to comments? Why or why not? Not always. It’s a habit I really need to get back into.

6. What's the fic you wrote with the angstiest ending?

That’s No Way To Say Goodbye. It was written for the first Merry Month of Cohen Angst fest, and well… I killed Chakotay. 😬 But the story is really good though.

I think Repercussions comes in second because I basically left it with Kathryn not only moving out and separating from Chakotay, she was also having a recurrence of the nightmares from her torture by the Kazon.

7. What's the fic you wrote with the happiest ending?

I’ve written many a happy ending. I’m not sure what would qualify as “the happiest”.

Unexpected has a nice happy ending with the birth of baby Tuya.

Feeling Good with Kathryn and Chakotay retiring 25 years after Voyager’s return and becoming live in caretakers of Voyager as a museum. and 25 Years Earlier , the story of how Kathryn and Chakotay ended up married. Hint, there was copious amounts of booze involved.

8. Do you get hate on fics?

I’ve not gotten outright hate on my fics. Just a comment about timing or how a character was treated, but they were never outright awful comments.

9. Do you write smut? If so, what kind?

Not often. But when I do it’s more sensually described as opposed to explicitly shown. Certain euphemisms make me cringe and I’m not fond of blatant smut.

10. Do you write crossovers? What's the craziest one you've written?

I’ve written crossovers throughout the Trek universe. I’ve got a couple off the wall ideas pondering. One being a Voyager/Gunsmoke crossover. That one is partially written. I keep going back to it and adding a few things here and there. Someday it will get finished. Lately I’ve been pondering a Voyager/Emergency! Crossover. Still working out the logistics of that one.

11. Have you ever had a fic stolen?

Not that I’m aware of. I’ve had ideas or concepts stolen though, but I’ve never said anything because it will be denied and at this point it’s not worth the bother.

12. Have you ever had a fic translated?

I have not. No one has asked and I’d feel more comfortable with someone I know and trust doing the translation.

13. Have you ever co-written a fic before?

I’ve co written a few in my days. A few Lois & Clark stories with a friend of mine. A couple Voyager round robins.

14. What's your all-time favourite ship?

Janeway/Chakotay. But I also ship Janeway/Chakotay/Ayala as an established throuple. I also ship Picard/Crusher, but haven’t written anything other than crossover.

15. What's a WIP you want to finish, but doubt you ever will?

Lord, I have so many. I hope to finish them all. 🤞🤞

16. What are your writing strengths?

Banter and dialogue. I’m also pretty good at creating realistic original characters/kids. I think I can also do really emotional free-writing styled one shots. I’m good at titles too. They tend to be my outline.

17. What are your writing weaknesses?

Description. I’m so bad at it. I often don’t have the words. But I am trying to improve and do better. I’m also bad at planning things out. I can’t outline to save a life. I don’t like how an outline makes me feel boxed in. I must write linearly as well. If I skip around the brain is like, ok, it’s done. And I’ll never actually connect the dots.

18. Thoughts on writing dialogue in another language for a fic?

If I’m comfortable with it and have done enough research to know it’s proper, I’ll write it.

19. First fandom you wrote for?

Lois & Clark The Adventures of Superman.

20. Favourite fic you've ever written?

That would probably be The Times They Are A Changin’. I’m super proud of how that story came out and I’m thrilled that people loved the outspoken and fiery adult daughter I gave Kathryn and Chakotay. Tananka was every bit her parents’ child.

Another absolute favorite is Solace. Because I was able put in words just exactly how I see Kathryn and Chakotay’s relationship and the depth of it.

I tag: @alexismusictrek and really anyone who wants to do this. 😁

[yourbuerokrat2]

havent stopped thinking about q's biggest relationship problem being strafleet/people who care about picard. like on one hand its gotta be frustrating for q but worse for picard bc these are the people he trusts and sure picard is usually sure of his choices and sticks to his guns but people whos opinion you value doubting you and being concerned has got to take its toll. and that would def cause friction in their relationship w/ q's only option would really be to make nice w picards friends and that would just be. a disaster. but it would also be really funny and kinda like a scott pilgrim situation where instead of battling exes hes gotta prove he has good intentions. first opponent starfleet, then picards main crew, and finally guinan.

I think if Picard started something with Q after ST:TNG the reactions would not be that negative or sceptical because there is evidence that Q actually cares about Picard (saved his life twice) and that he also lends a helping hand in The Trial.

But anything before Tapestry? Especially after Amanda, where the TNG crew has become aware that Qs can cause someone to become attractad/fall in love with them and that apparently to Q it was not much of a big deal? After all, Data could point out in his usual neutral way, all Q would have to do is increase a few of Picards hormones when he is around like testosterone, dopamine, norepinephrine, serotonin, oxytocin and vasopressin. Something everyone who is aware of what Q is would be done with a snap of his fingers.

And even though this is an interesting dark scenario, I don't see Q doing something like this.

But can you blame others thinking that Q might do that?

So, this is something I like thinking about as well, so there is quite a rant:

Imagine you are a higher up in Starfleet, more of a pencil-pusher but you are stil respected and have a good amount of power. And then you hear the rumors. That the entity known as Q, the one whose file you have only briefly read through on one occassion after you had been informed about The Trial Humanity was seemingly put on by the Q Continuum. And let's be honest, especially on paper reading that someone who could possibly be put on death-row has started a relationship, and a romantic one at that, with the very Judge of the Trial and on whose opinion not only that persons but also most everyone that person values life depends on, doesn't sound exactly healthy, does it? Add to that Q being the one who introduced the Enterprise to the Borg (and I highly doubt a lot of people agree that Q had wanted to 'help' them in some way and there is also the bad sidetaste that Q throwing the Enterprise at the Borg and then snapping them back was what had caused the Borg Collective to get interested in Picard and you can't deny that (whatever his intentions may have been) Q is at least partially responsible for Locutus), reading a file about how Q had put some of Picards crew in a game with Death Penalty Boxes... and you get what I am saying.

Janeway and Sisko are well.. Janeway and Sisko. But I can actually see some in Starfleet recognizing and treating Q for the very real threat that he is especially if they never met Q and have a lot more safer jobs/positions.

Add to that having actually met Captain Jean-Luc Picard a few times via video meetings or in personal. A bit awkward if you try to make small talk and talk about personal lifes but generally very professional, has a bit of a proverbial stick up his arse and not exactly someone you can even imagine would so much as willingly be in the same room as someone who could very much consider blowing up a solar system as something fun.

With the crew, there would be a bit of a nuance considering most of them actually met Q. Again, the earlier in TNG the more questionable this relationship looks.

Riker: Riker at one point seemed more amused by Qs presence than anything. But then again, he was the one who had suddenly fallen in love/become attracted to Amanda not entirely out of his own accord, which would make him at least just a tad bit suspicious of the Captain telling him about having started something with Q. Also Riker is a bit of a mother hen when it comes to Picard and with Q he can't do anything to help his captain if something goes wrong. Q decides he wants to kidnapp Picard to somewhere more 'fun' or just doesn't want to 'share' Picard with his crew anymore? Well, the Captain is now gone and the Enterprise will never be able to contact him or find him again. Remember the Shuttle Craft scene?

Worf: Worf hates Q. Q in Worfs eyes is incredibly dishonourable and if it's after Deja Q in Worfs opinion they should have killed him when they had the chance. He would totally belief that Q brain/hormonedwashed or in some other form manipulated the Captain into this. Whatever Qs intentions with the Captain are Worf doesn't think they are good. Probably something despicable.

Beverly: Own personal, difficult feelings aside, when she pictures Jean-Luc with anyone besides herself it's usually someone.. a lot nicer. And kinder. less of a nuissance and a potential threat. And someone who would not have turned her into a dog. Her opinion of Q is not as bad as Worfs, but she probably doesn't see Q as someone capable of wanting a serious romantic relationship and uses her close friend more as a distraction/toy than anything. In her mind, Q is probably one hell of a selfish partner and considering her differences with Q because of Amanda probably would think that Q did at least something to the Captain.

Geordi: Well, Q did not exactly do a great impression on him the time he was a human, but Geordi has made friends with people he had been told were evil and his enemy. And he finds it somehow difficult to believe that someone who gave Data the ability to laugh is truelly evil. But he can't disagree that the Captains, to them, sudden feelings for Q are suspicious and that he thought that Captain Picard would ever go for someone who like Q personality wise. And godlike-entity-who-could-destroy-their-warp-core-with-a-snap-of-his-finger-wise.

Data: Data is more fascinated by this, not really understanding due to to the vast differences in species and previous recorded and documented meetings between Picard and Q he had made the conclusion that Q must at must be as fond of the Captain as one would be of a pet at most. So this was a rather interesting development. He trusts the Captain but Data is also aware of the possiblities Qs power might bring. Nevertheless (provided this is after Deja Q) from his own previous interactions with Q he can't see the entity actually do something bad or badly intentioned regarding them or their Captain.

Deanna: Hard to tell. If it's after Déja Q she had felt Qs emotions that time on the Bridge. And besides the terror she had felt quite a few different emotions coming the entity and so she could be very much aware of Qs 'interest' in the Captain. Wether she thinks that Q would have bad intentions (or perhaps better to say good intentions that due to the incredibly different nature of beings between Q and Picard could result into bad actions) or if he would go as far as manipulating Picards biology is debatable.

Guinan: She and Q must have had beef. And if you remember how Q was in the beginning of TNG and how careless he treated other peoples lifes, again the game and turned Tasha into ice and generally didn't seem to care about anything I can see a Q before Star Trek acting quite.. unfavourably towards other species. We never find out why Q2 complains how he regularly has to apologize because of things Q did and what Q did to the Calamarians. Her overall opinion of Q is pretty low. And she cares about Picard a lot.

Would you want your best friend to be with someone who you have heard and have seen treat others like toys and who seems indifferent at best towards the pain and suffering of others? To be in a relationship where the power dynamic is so utterly in the favour of someone you think to be quite dangerous and untrustworthy?

[angsty-violet]

Agony - Chapter 24

Agony Masterpost

@whumptober2020

Tuvok expected Kell’an to be the one to continue his torture as soon as he was mostly healed. Verant had yet to make any overtures or try out his techniques. Tuvok believed that it was because Verant was mainly just along for the ride.

It was Verant who opened the door that day for the current session. He smiled softly when he saw Tuvok, and Tuvok couldn’t help but wonder at the apparent affection that these two had for him. They acted as though they actually cared about his wellbeing. However, Tuvok knew that that couldn’t be true because they wouldn’t be torturing him. Although it was possible that in their own twisted and cold way that they did care for Tuvok.

Tuvok watched as Verant approached him, holding a strip of cloth. He rigged him up in the familiar way and then took the fabric and wrapped it around Tuvok’s eyes. Tuvok knew that it was used as a tool to unsettle him. The fabric would keep him from seeing the tools and unable to know what was going to happen next.

However, with Tuvok, it had the opposite effect. By block out his sight, he was having a much easier time focusing on his meditation techniques. It was a sense that was removed from the equation and, therefore, didn’t need to be overcome.

“That’s better. Although it is a good psychological tool, I will admit that I don’t blindfold out experiments when I torture them. I blindfold them because I don’t like the way their eyes follow me around the room. Makes it easier to distance myself. Alright, let’s begin. I have a few things I want to get through today, and every minute is precious.”

Tuvok sunk deep into his meditation but didn’t allow himself to go completely under. After the cold torture had gone so terribly wrong, he had resigned himself to not using his particular trick too much. He couldn’t risk losing his life to a madman—either of the madmen that regularly tormented him.

He might be willing to lose his life to protect the crew of the Voyager, but it wasn’t going to happen out of negligence.

Tuvok was startled by the feeling of something sharp at his side, slicing him open. He gasped in pain but then quickly got it under control. Everything was dulled by his meditative state, and he barely felt. Tuvok heard Verant hum softly.

“I know that Kell’an tried this particular one with you earlier. He said it didn’t go well. You moved, and the knife slid deep into your body, right next to your heart. That’s quite dangerous for your species, I imagine. However, he isn’t used to using them. He prefers a more permanent approach than just slight cuts. I am much more experienced with knives. I use them in all of my sessions.”

Tuvok didn’t bother to respond because he knew that one wasn’t expected. Verant didn’t come here to talk. He came to test Tuvok the way that his partner did. Kell’an like a lot of interaction. However, Tuvok knew that a man that couldn’t look his victims in the eyes wouldn’t like a lot of talking.

Tuvok was attempting to adjust to the new parameters brought to the session. Kell’an liked to know that all of your focus was on him, but Verant didn’t seem to have the same need. A thought occurred to Tuvok, and before he knew it, he was acting.

“I think it means you aren’t the same level as him. You don’t have the same ability to coldly torture and murder innocent people.”

Tuvok was surprised at himself. Since when did he press boundaries? However, he knew that he had to be defiant. This experience was wearing him down. He had to do something to prove to himself and to them that he wasn’t broken. That even with some of the most horrible things happening to him, he wasn’t just a toy to be played with.

Tuvok knew that it was partially emotionally driven, but he didn’t care. If emotions were what he needed to survive this, then he would use them. His determination to get out, burned even brighter. Verant had managed to wake what Tuvok had forgotten.

  “This is your Captain. We are only a few hours away from the planet we believe Tuvok is on. Not only from our source who said he was there, but from the buoy Tuvok had sent. I want to express my pride in your decision and check that everyone is still fine with searching him out. This is your last chance to object.”

Silence emanated back. Janeway gave a half-smile. “I understand. We are going to do everything in our power to get our crewmember back. We are risking our lives in a confrontation, but several of you have told me why his dedication and service to this crew are worth saving. I agree. Tuvok has given us a lot and worked tirelessly towards our goal of getting home. Think of this as a pep talk. We will do our best to get back our crewmember. If we are lucky, he’ll still be alive when we get him back. If we aren’t well, at least we can give him a proper funeral.

“We are all hoping for his safe return. However, I must inform you that if he is returned, he will be injured. He will be in pain and might not be the same man that he left us. However, I know that a crew that can be compassionate enough to accept a former Borg can accept the new him. Those of you that were part of the group coming up with ideas to help him adjust are already ahead of me. Yes, I knew about the group.” Her eyes found Harry Kim’s eyes, and he blushed.

“I am stunned every day by your bravery and strength. I have no doubt that should Tuvok be returned to us, he will be in good hands. I also know that as resistant as he is to say it, he sees the great things that each of you is capable of. He knows the true compassion and kindness of this crew. I also believe he will appreciate it, even if he chooses not to say anything. So, to each of you, to me, to all of us, good luck.”

[clockscountingbackwards]

Idiosyncrasies, Part 2

Away on an away mission Chakotay and Seven decide to fake date to capture the Captain’s attention. They, however, get more than they bargained for and not so unexpected emotions crop up. Takes place after Human Error.

Kathryn woke up the next morning smiling, knowing that she was doing something to surprise Seven. She was glad she was doing something that would make life for Seven easier. She cared about Seven a lot more than Seven realized. She always would and she always hoped she could find a way to make it better for Seven. After all she was the reason Seven was here at all. She felt responsible and she wanted to make a good life for Seven. She had hoped at one point that she could make Seven’s life better by being with her. It was a hope shortly lived. Even though Seven wasn’t Star Fleet, she was still a member of the crew and the hierarchy had to remain intact. Kathryn felt that if she gave herself to someone she wouldn’t be able to continue commanding them afterwards. She didn’t know if she could separate her romantic relationship with someone with her working relationship with someone. And she couldn’t compromise her command over this ship.

           With that happy thought she got out of bed. She was still happy that she could do those little things. The candle light dinners with Chakotay. Helping Seven with her progress as an individual. She still wished she could do more with them. Maybe, only maybe if they had no other choice but to stay in the Delta Quadrant she would be able to let her guard down and make something more of either of these to relationships. Or maybe even both. She smiled to herself and headed to Sick Bay to help the Doctor.

XxXxX

Chakotay was dying to ask if Seven had any romantic interests. He guessed that at this point in her individuality she would probably have one or two or at least she was curious about it. He was still hoping to find out what made her tick. In the far reaches of his mind he wanted to see if he was one of the things, the people that made her tick. It had only been a day of getting to know you in the Flyer and he wasn’t sure if it was the right time or not. He knew though that soon he wouldn’t care if it was the right time or not. He would ask her anyways. He could be an incredibly patient man but for some reason with her he didn’t want to be. He knew he would have to be though.

           A day later he gave in and asked her.

           “So, Seven, may I ask you a personal question?” he started gently. He didn’t want her to get startled and shut down like she has in the past.

           “Isn’t that the point of getting to know one another, personal questions?”

           She was right of course. “Call it a human politeness, often when one is apprehensive about asking a question.”

           “Why are you apprehensive?”

           “For most this is a question that not everyone likes to be asked.”

           “What is this question?”

           “Do you have any romantic interests.”

           Seven was slightly taken aback. She didn’t know what she was expecting but it wasn’t this. “Captain Janeway,” she replied. She didn’t realize how true that was until she said it and she wasn’t about to admit to Chakotay that he was one of her interests.

           Chakotay’s heart sank a little at hearing this. He didn’t expect to be an interest for her but he had hoped that he was.

           “Do you have any romantic interests?” Seven knew even if she was one of his interests he wasn’t likely to say so now.

           “Oddly enough, Captain Janeway as well.”

           “I doubt she will enter into a relationship with either of us. She is the Captain after all and must retain a respectable distance from her subordinates.”

           “I may have a way to change that.” He might get his wish after all.

           “And what would that be?”

XxXxX

Kathryn walked into the quarters that she had assigned for Seven. The Doctor was there waiting for her.

           “Do you think we should do some decorating for her?” Kathryn asked and she strode around the room.

           “Something tells me that Seven will want to do that herself. I’m sure she will have impeccable taste.” The Doctor was remembering Seven’s holodeck program. He had greatly admired her taste in décor.

           “What else do we need for the device?” Kathryn asked sitting down on the couch that was soon to be Seven’s. She hoped that she would be here often.

           “A few more things but they can wait until tomorrow. After all, Seven won’t get back for another five days.”

           “Of course, Doctor. Let me know when you need me again.” She got up from the couch and walked to the door. She paused and turned back. “Seven is going to love this.” She turned back around and exited.

           “That she is.” The Doctor said to himself. He still held a little bit of a flame for Seven but he knew his chances with her were long since passed. He saw the Captain’s eagerness to help Seven. He saw the way Seven looked at the Commander. He hoped one of these would work out for her. She deserved all the happiness in the world. And by giving her this gift, the Doctor hoped he would be able to contribute to that happiness. A place to call home is always a source of peace. He walked out of her quarters and headed back to Sick Bay, anxious for Seven’s return.

XxXxX

Seven was incredulous. She couldn’t believe what she was hearing.

           “You want us to fake date in order to capture the attention of the Captain. How is that going to assist us? The Captain is not a jealous woman and it wouldn’t change her views on fraternizing with her subordinates.”

           “I have a feeling that it will make her want us more when it seems she can no longer have us. Jealousy has nothing to do with it. It is all about wanting what she cannot have.”

           “I have never understood the desire for people to want what they cannot have. It always seemed pointless to me.”

           “It can be,” Chakotay admitted.

           “And you think the Captain is susceptible to this?”

           “Most people are.”

           “The Captain isn’t most people.” Seven was slightly disgruntled. She did not think this plan would work in the slightest.

           “No, she is not. I still think it is worth a shot. What have we got to lose?”

           Seven wanted to say everything. She didn’t want to fake date Chakotay she wanted to actually date him. She liked the Captain yes but she also wanted Chakotay.

           He wanted her to say yes to his plan and it wasn’t just to capture the Captain’s attention. He wanted to be near her. He wanted to spend more time with her. This plan would give him the opportunity to do so and hopefully it would spark something within her. Maybe as they went along they wouldn’t be fake dating anymore.

           Seven cursed the rules of monogamy that most societies had in place for if she could she would have both of them, not one or the other both. Maybe this plan would allow her that at least in a small way. It would give her time with Chakotay and if she did capture the eye of the Captain then maybe something there would develop as well. She used her limited knowledge of human behavior to calculate her chances and no matter how much she disagreed with this plan, it seemed to be the only way that she would at least partially get what she wanted.

           “Fine.”

           “Fine?” he questioned as he looked at her.

           “We will go with your plan.”

           He turned from her so that she couldn’t see his face turn into a huge grin. He was ecstatic that she said yes. He didn’t think he was going to receive an answer so quickly. Maybe there was more going on in her head that he realized. She had a calm façade but maybe it was only a façade. He again wanted to know more but he just wasn’t sure how to get underneath her exterior. He hoped that maybe, just maybe this fake dating would help him figure her out a little more and they still had a while left on this trip. He would make sure to make the most of it.

           “We’ll need a story,” he told her.

           “A story for what?” she asked perturbed.

           “How our relationship started. If we are going to do this we might as well do this well.”

           “I agree.”

           “I thought you might,” he laughed. She glared at his back from over her console.

XxXxX

Kathryn was anxious for their return. She fiddled with her computer in her ready room not really paying attention to what she was doing. Seven’s surprise was almost done and she wanted it to be played out. She wanted to see what Seven thought of it but mainly she just wanted to see Seven. She missed the former borg. She has been this long without Seven before and hadn’t been affected but she guessed it was the fact that Seven was with Chakotay made it worse. She missed the commander too. Having both of them gone was too much for her. She knew she only had three more days, that most of her time away from them had passed, but these three days would be horrible. She pushed her chair back from her desk. She as the captain, she had to keep her chin up and not show her desire for Seven and Chakotay’s return.

           Her door chimed.

           “Come in,” she called to the person on the other side.

           It was Tuvok. “Good morning Captain.”

           “Good morning Tuvok, what can I do for you today?”

           “I have that security report you asked for.” He held out a pad for her to take.

           “Thank you,” she grabbed the device, “I appreciate this.” She sat back in her chair and started skimming the report.

           Tuvok just stood there.

           She set the pad down on her desk. “Can I help you with anything else?” She assessed his posture to see if see could guess his reasoning. She couldn’t of course but she always liked to try.

           “I was wondering how you are doing.”

           An odd statement coming from a Vulcan. They weren’t much for small talk.

           “What is your concern, Tuvok?” she asked. There was always something more with him.

           “You have been seemingly out of sorts these past few days,” he commented without further explanation.

           “Has any of the crew noticed?” It was a fear of hers that the crew should notice she was being a lovesick puppy.

           “You don’t deny it then.” Tuvok was nothing if not persistent.

           “No, I don’t.” She knew she wouldn’t be able to lie to him.

           “May I ask what is going on?”

           “Has the crew noticed?” she asked again. She needed to know that answer before anything else.

           “No, but as I am your oldest friend I know you better than the crew.”

           “Then what is the problem?” There had to be problem for him to bring this up.

           “It might not currently be one. But as a friend I am concerned it will become one. So I ask again, what is going on?” His voice softened and that note of superiority that normally grace his voice vanished.

           “Just the absence of two of my friends. Nothing to be concerned about,” she said quietly. She didn’t want to admit even to herself that there might be more going on that just that.

           “The only concern I have now is that you consider them more than friends.” He left without being dismissed.

           “How astute my old friend,” she said to herself. “I worry that too.” She got up from her desk and moved to her couch. She sat down, grabbed herself a cup of coffee and sipped it as she stared out her window wondering what Seven and Chakotay were up to now.

[delwin47]

Fanfic (ST:Voy), Blind Draw

In honor of the anniversary of its original air date, I thought I’d re-post a couple of my old “Caretaker” fics over here today. Anyone else have early Voyager fics and want to join the fun?

Summary: Janeway and Paris. Beginning at the beginning and filling in some blanks during "Caretaker".

Originally posted on FFN and AO3

Blind Draw

It is the sheer contrast of expression that demands her attention, despite her better intentions.

The cynicism, the guardedness, the affected arrogance have fallen away leaving... leaving the look of a man who was dying of thirst and has been offered a drink.

Kathryn knows better than to be drawn in. She has her ship waiting for her, with a crew that will no doubt have its share of lost sheep needing attention and care, and a trusted officer who is already in danger and in need of her aid. The man sitting at that table, staring out one of the viewports of McKinley Station that faces not Earth, but open space and endless stars, is an after-thought, his presence an (unasked for) favor to a long-time friend and mentor. She has neither the time nor the inclination to hand-hold him.

Nonetheless, she finds herself approaching his table, curious as to when he will notice her presence, or anything other than those stars in front of him. When he does, the effect is instantaneous – his features falling into practiced lines of politeness. He moves to rise from his chair and she waves him back to sitting with the hand unencumbered by her habitual cup of coffee.

"Captain," he nods his greeting.

"Mr. Paris," Kathryn returns. "Enjoying the stars?"

And whether he doesn't choose to or is unable to mask it in time, there is a flash of emotion in his eyes and a catch in his otherwise casual and off-hand, "I never got used to seeing them from the Southern Hemisphere. And even a right-side up Orion and the Big Dipper can't compare to this," and he gestures generously at the view before them.

She can't help noting the difference in his manner from their encounter planetside. Guarded he might still be, but the particular peevishness? adolescent-pique? that he displayed in New Zealand has been replaced by an almost urbane politeness. And sitting there in his command red Starfleet uniform, she has little doubt that most would assume him to be an officer – until they came close enough to notice that pip-less collar.

Kathryn begins to wonder how many other personas this man can pull on at will.

She is still standing, despite the fact that his last gesture was also an invitation and there is an empty chair in front of her. He waits patiently, undisturbed by her silence and hesitance, acknowledging her age-old right as a superior officer (as an officer – apparently it's not just those at a distance who might be prone to seeing non-existent pips where Tom Paris is concerned) to choose whether or not to join him at the table.

At one of the docking ports in view, a starship begins to power up, pulling her attention away from Paris. The coffee in her hands is beginning to cool, its presence a reminder of the tasks she still has to accomplish in the next few hours. "I'll be leaving for DS9 in the morning; has the rehabilitation board arranged transportation for you once your final paperwork comes through?"

A shadow of a smile crosses his lips and his nod is not only an acknowledgment of her question but also of her decision to keep her distance. And – Kathryn is fairly sure – an expression of approval for that decision. He answers, "I'll be heading out a day behind you; Voyager won't have to wait long for her 'observer'." And then he does stand, knowing that she will take her leave.

She gives a perfunctory smile and a nod of her own. "I'll see you on Voyager then, Mr. Paris. Safe travels," and she turns to leave, the mention of her ship pulling a myriad of pre-mission details to the front of her mind.

"Captain?" Paris calls after her, interrupting her thoughts. She turns back. "Thank you," he says simply and then turns back to his stars, releasing her from any burden of response.

.

"Mr. Paris, take the conn."

The words require a moment – and a double-take in the Captain's direction – to process, and it is still more ingrained habit than conscious decision when he responds, "Yes, ma'am," and moves to relieve Rollins at Voyager's helm. Rollins, in turn, heads up to take over for Tuvok, but Tom's focus is on the controls that his fingers have found of their own accord and on the feel of the ship – alive and responsive – beneath them.

"Maintain transporter locks, Ensign. Emergency beam-out status." Behind him, he hears Janeway's final order to Kim and then the swish of the turbolift doors, almost immediately followed by another blast from the Kazon vessel.

He half turns towards Rollins at tactical, awaiting any order, but the man is focused on his station, apparently unaware that the bridge has once again been left in his hands. Turning the other way, Tom sees Harry at ops, who evidently has made the same observation and looks slightly panicked in response.

Taking a single deep breath, Tom turns back to the helm, entering a series of commands. "Initiating evasive sequence alpha-beta-alpha," he announces to the bridge at large. "Rollins, you should have a clear shot as we come across their starboard bow. Harry," and he can hear in his own voice a confidence that he learned to mimic long before he ever reached Starfleet Academy, "how is that transporter lock?"

The relief in his friend's voice is unmistakeable. "Holding for now. They've arrived on the array."

Tom nods, his hands now steadily dancing across his panel. "Good. Keep an eye on them and let me know if anything changes," and he rolls Voyager away from the Kazon's renewed fire.

.

"You asked to see me, Captain?"

She had, though she almost regrets it as she surveys his expression, which has tightened considerably from when he and Ensign Kim checked in a few hours earlier. Given that and the less than warm welcome that he received from Cavit on the bridge, Kathryn suspects that Tom Paris's sojourn aboard Voyager is not off to the best of starts.

She nods though and indicates the chair on the other side of her desk. As Paris moves to sit, she asks neutrally, "You were able to find your quarters?"

He gives that small smile of acknowledgment. "I was. By the way, your replicators could use some work. I had a heck of a time getting mine to produce a bowl of tomato soup."

She lifts an eyebrow at that, but, having already had her own arguments with the device about the meaning of "coffee: black", lets it pass. She moves to the business on which she has called him to her ready room. "I know you've already given what information you have on the Badlands to my conn officer, but I wanted to have the chance to speak with you about the region myself." Which is partially true, but more, as Voyager approaches danger, she has found herself wanting to get a better read on this unknown variable who has temporarily taken up residence with her crew.

And what is it about the slight twist to that smile that tells her that Paris knows that as well? "What would you like to know, Captain?" he offers, evenly enough.

She picks up a PADD sitting before her. "I've read what little official information Starfleet has on the region, which is less than helpful; and my security officer who is embedded on Chakotay's ship has sent back snippets of information, though his reports are focused on the movements of the Maquis themselves." She glances up at Paris here, but, if he has any reaction to the mention of his erstwhile shipmates, it escapes her notice. "What I'm looking for is firsthand knowledge before I take my ship in." She quirks an eyebrow at him. "You flew through those storms, Mr. Paris: what was it like?"

He gives her an assessing look, as if considering where to begin. "Have you had experience with plasma storms generally, Captain?" he asks.

"Not really," Kathryn answers; few Starfleet officers have. General directives are clear about giving such phenomena a wide berth. Then, she admits, "I've always been curious about them, from a scientific perspective."

A spark of appreciation glints in Paris's eyes. "Your average plasma storm defies prediction, far more than something like an ion storm. While ion storms will typically travel along a straight path, plasma storms can shift direction at any time." He glances over at the viewport of the ready room. "In the Badlands, you have not one, but dozens of active plasma storms in close proximity. Not only are they individually unpredictable, but they can merge and increase force exponentially without warning."

She nods. Some of this has been in Tuvok's reports. "So how do you navigate the unpredictable?"

Likely unconsciously, he gives the barest hint of a shrug. "You avoid them where you can, and ride the waves at the edges where you can't – or when you need to get close." Kathryn gives another nod: Tuvok has also described how the Maquis have been able to use the plasma storms as a weapon against Cardassian pursuers. Paris continues, now somewhat hesitant, "Frankly, Captain, when it comes down to it, a lot of it is just..."

"...instinct?" she finishes.

The corner of his mouth twists again. "Not exactly the explanation a former science officer wants to hear, I'm sure – not to mention a Starfleet captain."

Kathryn chuckles and wags a finger at him. "You might be surprised, Mr. Paris, how much instinct and intuition factor into the work of a science officer – as well as into the decisions of certain Starfleet captains."

And the twist turns into what Kathryn could swear is an honest grin. "You know, I just might at that, Captain."

At which point she makes her own gut decision about the easiest way to get a better grasp on both the Badlands and Tom Paris before Voyager crosses into the storms. It's an idea that Cavit will no doubt be less than happy with, but, then again, every new first officer needs a bit of breaking in.

"When we arrive, Mr. Paris, I'd like to take a shuttle into the Badlands before Voyager enters. Would you be willing to pilot?"

For just a moment, she sees the excitement she's expecting. Paris sits suddenly forward and his fingers visibly twitch. Then, however, altogether unexpectedly, a frown creases his features and he shakes his head. "Captain, I can't recommend that. Voyager may be able to handle the plasma storms, but there is no way that a Starfleet shuttle could without significant modifications. I wouldn't be able to ensure your safety."

As willing as she was a moment before to throw her first officer's expected objections out the airlock, Kathryn finds herself listening to Paris's measured assessment and nodding.

Damn, he would have made – must have made – a fine officer. And she begins to understand both the sheer pride that once sparked in his father's eyes when he talked about 'his Tom' and, for the last two years, the depths of his pain and disappointment.

"All right, then, we'll skip the scouting mission." She lets just a touch of honest regret color her tone as she continues, "Though I would have liked a chance to really study those storms, if only for a short time." And seen Paris handle a shuttle under those conditions. This quiet confidence makes her reconsider whether his whine in Auckland about being "the best pilot you could have" might, in fact, have been the truth and not just the empty boast she had assumed. His hands are now clenched together in his lap, and she wonders how much denying himself the chance to sit at a helm once again has cost him. "We'll be approaching the Badlands in a little under four hours. I'll call you to the bridge when we arrive."

"Yes, ma'am," he acknowledges and then rises and turns to leave. After the door closes behind him, she finds herself staring at it distractedly before pulling her attention back to final reports sent by her security officer before his disappearance.

.

And just when everything was going so well...

"Rollins, are our weapons penetrating that ship's shielding at all?" Tom shouts in exasperation as he banks Voyager hard starboard. The viewscreen shows the lumbering mass of the Kazon's idea of reinforcements – a vessel that could visually define 'mother ship'.

"I'm not reading any appreciable damage to their hull or major systems."

Tom swallows a profanity and calls back to Harry: "Any word from the Captain?"

"She says they need more time." Kim's tone is borderline apologetic, and Tom allows himself a brief moment of self-congratulation as another curse goes unuttered.

Catching the edge of a weapon's blast, Voyager shudders, and Tom ducks her under the belly of the larger ship. The Captain needs more time and he damn well would like to buy her some but, right now, he's running out of options.

Chakotay's voice, coming over the open comm line between the ships, breaks into his thoughts. :Paris, my crew's coming over. Tell one of your crackerjack Starfleet transporter chiefs to keep a lock on me. I'm going to try and take some heat off your tail:

Caught between profound relief at Chakotay's offered aid and amusement at his assumption that Tom has any status on this ship, the pilot shoots back a sardonic reply to the Maquis captain before glancing towards Rollins. "Make sure you keep that lock, okay?"

"I'm holding the lock on him, sir, but he's getting too close."

'Sir'? Tom has a flash of empathy for the emperor in that old children's tale who must have known on some level that he was naked despite the insistence of all around him that he was fully clothed.

But he can see the Val Jean ahead of them, its tail now aflame, and he turns his attention back to the comm line. "I'm getting you out of there, Chakotay."

.

She literally runs into him as she turns in the corridor toward the mess hall. It's deep into the ship's night and she had little expectation of encountering anyone; those crewmen who are awake are on duty making slow repairs as Voyager limps from the array to the neighboring system and the planet towards which the energy pulses appear to be directed. A frazzled and clearly pacing Tom Paris takes Kathryn by surprise.

A frazzled Tom Paris?  Kathryn had been under the impression that the man was unflappable.

"Captain!" he stutters in apology, backing away and rubbing at the nape of his neck. "I wasn't expecting..."

She waves off the apology. "Quite all right. There aren't many people wandering the corridors at this time of night."

Her intonation turns the statement into a question and Paris answers somewhat sheepishly, "Well, I had some energy to burn." And although he avoids her eyes, Kathryn has little difficulty reading the worry in the lines of his face and she remembers his earlier statement on the bridge: "I'd hate to see anything happen to Harry."

She reaches out to touch his arm. "We'll get him back, Mr. Paris," she reassures, with all the confidence which she so recently admitted to Tuvok that she does not feel. Then, on impulse, she gestures toward the mess hall doors. "I was just about to find some late night coffee. Care to join me?"

Paris's surprise is evident and she is struck again by how easily she can now read him. Perhaps he's always this transparent if one catches him during the graveyard shift, but Kathryn suspects it's anxiety for a friend that has caused the shift: it may well have been more than just the stars for which the grounded Tom Paris was starved.

He nods his assent. "Of course, Captain."

Entering the mess hall, she heads for the replicator, explaining breezily as she does so, "The replicator in my quarters and I have been having some disagreements. I thought I might have better luck here. Coffee?" Paris politely declines and she rolls her own dice with Starfleet's most stubborn piece of technology before joining him at the table.

His posture is much the same as it had been that evening at McKinley Station and she can't stop herself from reflecting that it is a very different starscape into which he is staring. "As disorientating as the stars of the Southern Hemisphere?" she asks, indicating the view as she takes a seat.

Paris chuckles in response. "I'll admit that I never expected to be getting to know the constellations of the Delta Quadrant."

"Not exactly the trip you signed up for."

Kathryn means for her tone to be light, but she knows there is some underlying guilt there. Paris hears it, she is sure, and cocks his head towards her. "I think you'll find that I'll be the last to complain about that, Captain."

She sips at her coffee – mercifully unadulterated this time though the temperature still needs some work – and considers asking him how he's faring with the crew. But that would be to admit that it matters, that this little detour of theirs might well last more than a few days, and that is a concession that Kathryn Janeway is not yet ready to make.

Instead she throws over the easier, "So I take it you don't have many friends on Chakotay's ship," curious how he will respond.

Paris snorts. "Not likely. I didn't do much to endear myself to my fellow freedom-fighters while I was among them." As she watches, his jaw tightens. "There are one or two that might have still tolerated me, but seeing me in a Starfleet uniform will no doubt cure them of that." Paris looks back over at her then, his expression once again etched with cynicism. "I seem to have perfected the art of burning bridges, Captain."

Kathryn meets that gaze evenly, brows raised. "And yet you seem to have found a friend in Mr. Kim."

And, as she can now predict, his jaded look falls away to be replaced by that obvious worry. "Harry seems to be the exception to the rule there." He holds her eyes for a moment. "He's one of the good ones, Captain."

Again, she musters confidence and reassurance into her tone. "We'll get him back, Mr. Paris," she repeats. "I don't give up on my people."

.

Tom doesn't bother to hide his relief when the Captain strides back onto the bridge. Particularly with Torres and Chakotay already hovering somewhere just behind his left shoulder, he is more than happy to have this particular situation back under someone else's command.

As a result, his "Yes, ma'am" in response to Janeway's order to move Voyager into position to destroy the array is reflexive, and only after entering the commands – and hearing Torres's virulent objection – does he process what they are about to do.

Destroy the array. Destroy their means to return the Alpha Quadrant. Destroy their one path home.

Except Tom Paris hasn't had a home in years, and the Alpha Quadrant means only a return to a penal colony in New Zealand.

And right now, either by some odd stroke of fate or by some whim of Kathryn Janeway, he is sitting behind the helm of a starship.

Which is why, as the Captain gives the order to fire, Tom is fairly sure his reaction is dynamically different than that of the rest of those occupying Voyager's bridge. In fact, as he watches the impressive destructive effect of the tricobalt devices upon the array, the flippant thought passes through his mind that perhaps he yet has something to learn from this captain about how to burn bridges with a vengeance.

After the array disintegrates and the Kazon move off with their less than veiled threat, the Captain moves up behind him and rests a hand on the back of his chair. "Mr. Paris, consult with Mr. Kim on what's ahead and plot a course for us away from here. I'd like to put some distance between Voyager and this system."

And there again is that confidence, that trust, as if she were speaking to any member of her crew. Wondering if she fully understands the gift she has just handed to him, Tom responds, "Aye, Captain," and prepares to take Voyager into the vast, unknown space before them.

[meanwhileinoz]

Guy Claimed Female Orgasm Is A Myth So The Internet Roasted Him Like A Thanksgiving Turkey

There are all kinds of people on earth. Some are so stupid that it leaves us wondering if they have an actual brain up there. A few days ago Twitter user Parker Molloy shared a Facebook post from a man named Kyle.

Kyle is that special breed of men who think that women don’t orgasm. And his logic – women don’t ejaculate the same way as men do.

However, the sad part about this is not that Kyle doubts the existence of female orgasms. But, the fact that he inadvertently told everyone that he’s never been able to make a woman orgasm.

Kyle, my man… http://pic.twitter.com/2dwZqCTRY9

— Parker Molloy (@ParkerMolloy) November 18, 2017

Are you for real Kyle?

Luckily for us, the internet was there to help the misguided d-bag. However, the advice Kyle received wasn’t exactly very stellar!

Kyle’s friend is out here like https://t.co/GDgOvg0Jbe

— Parker Molloy (@ParkerMolloy) November 18, 2017

The number of likes and retweets the original post racked up ended up with more impressions than the population of Portland. Jane the Virgin’s got nothing on Kyle! Since last Saturday, it has become the first result on Google when you type the words “Kyle” and “orgasm.”

Kyle’s tweet has more impressions than the population of Portland. http://pic.twitter.com/2mzgYCvyHs

— Parker Molloy (@ParkerMolloy) November 18, 2017

And it kept getting more brutal.

I had to cancel all of my plans today to make room for how long I’m going to be laughing at this

— amanda pell (@missamandapell) November 18, 2017

I would feel bad for Kyle if I wasn’t so busy writing condolence cards to every woman who made the mistake of hooking up with him.

— Vituperator (@triplezmom) November 18, 2017

literally a hundred years of scientific study on the female orgasm including anatomy, tissue, circulatory, stimuli, and hormonal studies. test subjects, surveys, focus groups, and half the population confirms it’s real cuz they be women.

but Kyle sucks at sex so he is skeptical.

— Mary Queen of Knocks (@TaraNotTahra) November 18, 2017

Oh, Kyle.

I searched “kyle who can give a woman an orgasm” and no results were found, weird

— Adrian Crawford (@Crawf33) November 18, 2017

Kyle is partially correct — he has experienced no evidence that women orgasm.

— Dr. Pete Meyers (@dr_pete) November 18, 2017

Yes. Women actually orgasm. You’ll know it when you see it. Send apology flowers to your former paramours, Kyle. https://t.co/vcXfhRRy8Y

— JenLars (@TheJenLars) November 18, 2017

Kyle: Jet fuel can’t melt steel beams. Also Kyle: The female orgasm is fake news.

— Max Weiss (@maxthegirl) November 18, 2017

Somebody call 9 11.

There are better Kyles out there, I promise.

— Kyle Griffin (@kylegriffin1) November 18, 2017

Ladies orgasming vs. Kyle’s “research”. http://pic.twitter.com/iaycQ1XjfJ

— Holly O’Reilly (@AynRandPaulRyan) November 18, 2017

Bless him, so brave 😂 http://pic.twitter.com/rgw313yNgU

— honestF (@HonestFata) November 18, 2017

DAMMIT, KYLE!!! http://pic.twitter.com/qBOPOBNVjI

— Captain Janeway (@CaptJaneway2017) November 19, 2017

Silly Kyle.

The idea this dude would be debating any of this with other dudes rather than simply asking a woman says everything.

— Matthew Chapman (@fawfulfan) November 18, 2017

Or he did ask and now he’s looking for a different explanation than “not with you”?

— Jo Lown (@JLownLaw) November 18, 2017

Update on Kyle: he’s now edited the post to link to some song lyrics he posted? http://pic.twitter.com/ndt5WMZJAp

— Parker Molloy (@ParkerMolloy) November 19, 2017

Kyle just seems to be more misguided than ever now! Where does all this fall in the chronology of things?

  http://ift.tt/2A6cg9H

[luv-engineering]

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[luv-engineering]

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Five Stars A really good overview of the immune system! Go to Amazon

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