Redux
By KateF - [email protected]
October 2001
Disclaimer: Paramount still owns Star Trek: Voyager, though I don't exactly like what they did with it.
Author's Note: This story is dedicated to Caffey. Thanks for being a friend I can confide in, thanks for being a faithful JCer. Thanks for actually writing something to the end. Or attempting to, anyway. 8)
Acknowledgements: Thank you to Caffey, Sylvia, Jade and Ala for their input. *hugz* Thank you sooooo much for actually betaing the whole thing, Bex! *HUGZ TIGHTLY*
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Kathryn leaned back in her seat, her jaw set. She was willing to face anything that was going to be in her way. Even if it was death. Her tired face was lit only by the sparks that were raining down on her. Almost none of the remaining consoles were functioning, the last having exploded only seconds before.
This was the end, wasn't it? Kathryn looked at her side to where Chakotay had been sitting only days ago when the first attack had occurred.
It seemed like an eternity away. So much had changed in that one moment. He was dead. He had died shielding her from the debris that had fallen down onto the two of them as a part of the ceiling had collapsed. She knew her life would never be the same again, but judging from by the way things were progressing, there wasn't much of her life left.
Turning her head towards Tuvok, as if to get confirmation of her upcoming death, she nodded at him to report.
His stoic face didn't give anything away - always the Vulcan, always in control.
"I regret to inform you that weapons are offline, shields are offline, sensors are almost offline. I may be able to pinpoint the location of the next torpedo a few seconds before it impacts, but that is it. I can do no more, Captain."
"Thank you, Tuvok."
It was now evident to all aboard that there was no way to get out of this situation in one piece, let alone alive. The end of Voyager was only a matter of minutes now.
Her assumption proved to be wrong as Tuvok's voice could be heard above the unusually loud hum of the ship.
"Impact in 3-"
Kathryn closed her eyes. This was it, this was the end. She wished Chakotay were there to die with her.
"2-"
She shook her head at this thought, and then wondered if all last three seconds lasted that long. There was so much she had wanted to tell him; so much she had never dared to say.
"1-"
So this was it? This was the end?
She whispered, "I love you, Chako-", as Voyager exploded in a bright dazzling fireball.
@ -;--
Somewhere on a little planet nearby, a young boy pointed at a bright spot in the sky. It was there only for a few moments before disappearing forever.
"A dying star," his father explained to him.
"Why do stars die?" the boy asked.
"That's a long story," the father tried to distract him. "But it also means you can make one wish that will come true."
"Really?" The boy asked, excited.
"Really." His father assured him.
"Then I wish that the star gets a second chance. I want it to have a chance to prevent its death."
The father chuckled at that, embracing his son. Children could have a very unique view on the cosmos. Believing that stars were actually alive seemed to be one of the things his son held on to. For a moment, the father wanted to clarify it, to tell his son that it wasn't true.
But he thought better of it. For now, his son was allowed to remain a child with dreams and a far too vivid imagination. He would grow up to see reality soon enough.
@ -;--
But somewhere, somewhen in the vast galaxy, someone heard his wish, and pondered it for a millennium or two until he decided to grant the one wish of an innocent child that had died of old age a long time ago, his wish seemingly never coming true.
He snapped his fingers and undid whatever damage had been done. But feeling the need to entertain himself while doing so, he changed things as he thought might be the most interesting for him.
By KateF - [email protected]
October 2001
Disclaimer: Paramount still owns Star Trek: Voyager, though I don't exactly like what they did with it.
Author's Note: This story is dedicated to Caffey. Thanks for being a friend I can confide in, thanks for being a faithful JCer. Thanks for actually writing something to the end. Or attempting to, anyway. 8)
Acknowledgements: Thank you to Caffey, Sylvia, Jade and Ala for their input. *hugz* Thank you sooooo much for actually betaing the whole thing, Bex! *HUGZ TIGHTLY*
@ -;-- 4 --;- @
Kathryn leaned back in her seat, her jaw set. She was willing to face anything that was going to be in her way. Even if it was death. Her tired face was lit only by the sparks that were raining down on her. Almost none of the remaining consoles were functioning, the last having exploded only seconds before.
This was the end, wasn't it? Kathryn looked at her side to where Chakotay had been sitting only days ago when the first attack had occurred.
It seemed like an eternity away. So much had changed in that one moment. He was dead. He had died shielding her from the debris that had fallen down onto the two of them as a part of the ceiling had collapsed. She knew her life would never be the same again, but judging from by the way things were progressing, there wasn't much of her life left.
Turning her head towards Tuvok, as if to get confirmation of her upcoming death, she nodded at him to report.
His stoic face didn't give anything away - always the Vulcan, always in control.
"I regret to inform you that weapons are offline, shields are offline, sensors are almost offline. I may be able to pinpoint the location of the next torpedo a few seconds before it impacts, but that is it. I can do no more, Captain."
"Thank you, Tuvok."
It was now evident to all aboard that there was no way to get out of this situation in one piece, let alone alive. The end of Voyager was only a matter of minutes now.
Her assumption proved to be wrong as Tuvok's voice could be heard above the unusually loud hum of the ship.
"Impact in 3-"
Kathryn closed her eyes. This was it, this was the end. She wished Chakotay were there to die with her.
"2-"
She shook her head at this thought, and then wondered if all last three seconds lasted that long. There was so much she had wanted to tell him; so much she had never dared to say.
"1-"
So this was it? This was the end?
She whispered, "I love you, Chako-", as Voyager exploded in a bright dazzling fireball.
@ -;--
Somewhere on a little planet nearby, a young boy pointed at a bright spot in the sky. It was there only for a few moments before disappearing forever.
"A dying star," his father explained to him.
"Why do stars die?" the boy asked.
"That's a long story," the father tried to distract him. "But it also means you can make one wish that will come true."
"Really?" The boy asked, excited.
"Really." His father assured him.
"Then I wish that the star gets a second chance. I want it to have a chance to prevent its death."
The father chuckled at that, embracing his son. Children could have a very unique view on the cosmos. Believing that stars were actually alive seemed to be one of the things his son held on to. For a moment, the father wanted to clarify it, to tell his son that it wasn't true.
But he thought better of it. For now, his son was allowed to remain a child with dreams and a far too vivid imagination. He would grow up to see reality soon enough.
@ -;--
But somewhere, somewhen in the vast galaxy, someone heard his wish, and pondered it for a millennium or two until he decided to grant the one wish of an innocent child that had died of old age a long time ago, his wish seemingly never coming true.
He snapped his fingers and undid whatever damage had been done. But feeling the need to entertain himself while doing so, he changed things as he thought might be the most interesting for him.