Admiral-Janeway-:(

Did I ever tell you about the first time we met?

“Hold the turbolift!”

Captain William T Riker shot his arm out to stop the turbolift doors before they slid close as Admiral Kathryn Janeway skipped through them carefully balancing her dented metal coffee mug.

“Thanks,” she said a little out of breath.  “I know it sounds crazy but I have to get my coffee fresh from Gund’s down in the courtyard or I’m not myself.”

Riker smiled.

“Of course Admiral.”

Looking up Janeway recognised the face that seemed to beam with delight in the conversation.

“Ahhh Will Riker, congratulations on the Titan, she’s a fine ship.”

“Thank you Ma’am, that she is.”

Janeway cocked her eyebrow slightly at him as she sipped her coffee.

“Captain, have I ever told you about the time we first met?”

“Oh it was here at Starfleet Command during Commander Data’s memorial.”

“Actually, no.”

Janeway reached out to stop the turbolift and turned to Riker, a mischievous grin forming.

“No?” his curiosity well and truly piqued.

“No, I’m assuming Captain, that you haven’t had the opportunity to thoroughly review the Voyager logs.”

“Admittedly I haven’t had the chance, I’ve been prepping the Titan and…”

“No, no that’s quite understandable Will,” the Admiral held up her hand.  “There’s seven years of mission logs in there and frankly I’m surprised at the fortitude of some sifting through them.”  

She sipped her coffee.

“We actually met on board Voyager, in the Delta Quadrant.”

“Ahhh how is that possible?”

“Q.”

“Oh.” Riker laughed.  “Deanna mentioned that you had a couple of encounters with Q.”

“Deanna! How is your wonderful wife?”

“She is well, Admiral, busy with the new crew but she is in her element.”

“Oh I’m pleased to hear that.”

“Admiral?”

“Oh! Yes of course, Q.  A member of the continuum sought asylum on Voyager and wished to leave the Q.  Q…” Janeway laughed and in turn Riker joined.

“Q can be confusing.” he nodded. “So Q brought me to Voyager?”

“He did, in order to illustrate the impact that Q has had on history.  Apparently your family owe Q quite the thanks for saving one of your ancestors.”

“Really? And I’m assuming since I don’t remember this that he wiped my memory.”

“Yes you and Isaac Newton.” She sipped her coffee and reactivated the turbolift.  

Riker’s eyebrows shot up as he broke into another grin.

“I suspect I should have those mission logs uploaded to the Titan.”

“Skip to the good parts, Captain.”

“Thank you Admiral, I will.”

The turbolift came to a stop and the doors slid open, Janeway stepped through and turned to face Riker.

“Oh and Captain.”

“Yes Admiral?”

“Good luck on Romulus.”

“Admiral?”

And the doors closed.    




Be gentle, it’s my first fan fiction.    

  • Chakotay: Hey, where's Captain Janeway?
  • Chakotay: *cups hands over his mouth and shouts* VOYAGER IS A TERRIBLE SHIP AND THE ENTERPRISE WAS BETTER!
  • Janeway (from past, present, and future): WHAT DID YOU SAY ABOUT MY SHIP?
  • Chakotay: Found her. And broke the Temporal Prime Directive. Someone please return Lieutenant and Admiral Janeway...
I Can't Deal...

In ‘Sacred Ground’, where Janeway is determined to save Kes’ life at the religious shrine, and goes on despite her scepticism, Chakotay’s reaction is incredible.
He’s terrified she’s going to die, despite being the more traditionally faithful one. And he’s watching her walk and he’s totally petrified.
Also, it’s so telling that it’s Neelix (I know it’s a contentious relationship and slightly cretinous) watching them and Chakotay - ostensibly their two partners - watching the women they love putting themselves in extreme danger. That had to be intentional on the part of the writers. Had it been Tuvok instead of Neelix, the whole dynamic would change.
Then Chakotay’s relief when she’s alive is just…❤️
Robert Beltran is so good, it’s a shame the writers got lazy.

She wore blue velvet
Bluer than velvet was the night
Softer than satin was the light

From the stars
She wore blue velvet
Bluer than velvet were her eyes
Warmer than May her tender sighs

Love was ours
Ours a love I held tightly
Feeling the rapture grow
Like a flame burning brightly
But when she left, gone was the glow of

Blue velvet
But in my heart there’ll always be
Precious and warm, a memory

Through the years
And I still can see blue velvet
Through my tears

there should be an Admiral-Janeway-Suggestion blog but instead of self-care stuff it’s really bitter statements about the world in general and just pure sarcasm-and-vodka-fueled posts that make you wish someone would just get the woman a goddamned cup of coffee