Disclaimer: Star Trek: Voyager etc belongs to Paramount and a bunch of others who aren't me.
Note: The title of this story is taken from the Mary Fahl song, "Going Home".
Comments are always welcome: shaych3@yahoo.com
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Fierce
hands gripped her shoulders as she watched the
readouts displayed on the Astrometrics board.
“Is
that for real?” came the whispered query.
Ragged, and lost, the words barely seemed to
ruffle the air around Seven of Nine’s body.
“Indeed,”
she replied, pulling away from Lieutenant Torres’
clutching hands. “It
appears that we
have found a wormhole to the Alpha Quadrant.”
The
news spread throughout Voyager in a matter of
minutes. Even
before Seven had compiled
the data into a logistically accurate and factually efficient report,
the
entirety of the ship’s command crew were cluttering up her lab. Pushing aside the entirely
too human desire to
roll her eyes, Seven of Nine calmly said, “It is unknown whether this
wormhole
is stable enough to allow Voyager to traverse it.”
Captain
Janeway smiled, even as the others started to
complain. “Then
you’d better get started
on finding out if we can use it, because by God, I mean to see us home.”
Perplexed,
Seven looked first at her captain and then at
B’Elanna. With a
frown furrowing her
brow, the former Borg quietly said, “I was unaware that home was
someplace
other than where you are loved.”
An odd look of sadness crossed Janeway’s face before she replied, “For the lucky ones, Seven. Only for the lucky ones.” Then she turned away, unable to watch as Seven and B’Elanna bent their heads together and headed for engineering, already working out the programming for the first of ten probes. Soon, the others drifted away, leaving only Ensign Kim, who was far too lost in his own dreams of home, and Chakotay, to share the view with the captain.
fin