Title: A Belated Father's Day
Author: Whoa Nellie ([email protected])
Series: Voyager
Rating: G
Synopsis: The long-delayed celebration of a Father's
Day.
Author's
Notes: Yes, it really is G-rated, we
can write G material (it's just not a lot of fun ;-P). This story is not part of any of our
universes--believe it or not, it fits perfectly (we hope) into Voyager canon in
Season Six. It was inspired by a
Father's Day challenge on another group.
Originally posted to ASC on June 2, 2005.
Acknowledgements: Paramount owns all the marbles, we just have
a lot more fun playing with them.
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A
BELATED FATHER'S DAY
"More!"
Greskrendtregk demanded loudly, slamming his empty glass on the bar.
Quark
hurried over to take the glass before the drunk broke it. "Hey now, there's no call to be
belligerent about it. Besides, it seems
to me you've already had quite a bit.
I'm not one to turn away a paying customer, but I'd rather not have
anything broken."
"I've
got a lot of catching up to do," he snarled.
Ezri
heard the commotion from her table.
With an understanding nod from Julian, she went over to the bar. "Hi, Gres, why don't you join Julian
and me at our table; Quark can bring your drink over there."
He
lurched to his feet, leaning on Dax until the room stopped swaying. "Sure, why not."
Back
at the table, Julian recognized the drunken man as well. "I understand you got a letter
today," he commented casually.
The
man bellowed and slammed his fist against the table. Before he could get a single word out in response to Bashir's
comment, he choked up and burst into tears.
His whole body shaking with sobs, he slid a PADD across the table.
"She's
beautiful," Ezri commented, looking at the image on the PADD. "Who is she?"
Greskrendtregk
took the PADD, tears flowing freely down his cheeks, and pulled up the letter
he'd received along with the image. He
slid the PADD back to Ezri, gesturing for her to read it out loud.
"Gres,
my darling," Ezri began reading.
"It's been so long and I miss you more now than ever. I got your letters; I'm glad Starfleet did
that, you'll never know how much those simple communications from back home
meant to everyone here. There's so much
I need to tell you that I'm not sure how to begin. There's no easy way to tell you this, but the image I'm including
in this message is of your daughter, Naomi.
I discovered that we had been successful in our efforts to have a child
after we'd been stranded in the Delta Quadrant. While it was hard, it was also a link to you and for that I was
happy; I had a small part of you still with me through our child. Every time she kicked or moved, I felt a
connection to you. There was a
complication during her birth and this is where things get a little
complicated. Our Naomi actually died
and, for a while, I wished I could die too.
I felt like I'd lost you all over again when that last remaining connection
to you died. We were tangled up with a
duplicate Voyager at that time and they also had a version of me giving birth
and, while that baby survived, they were being boarded and had to
self-destruct. That Captain Janeway
sent their healthy infant to me so that she could live. It was so confusing, grieving for the very
child I held in my arms and I wanted you to be there with me more than ever,
just to feel your arms around me.
Naomi
is such a precious child, the light of my life here on Voyager; I know you'd
adore her. You would have been such a
wonderful father to her, I've told her all about you and I keep a picture of
you out where we can both see you every day.
The rest of the crew has been wonderful, especially a Talaxian we met
here named Neelix. I named Neelix her
godfather and he's been like a father to her, taking care of her while I work
my duty shifts, reading to her and playing with her; I'm not sure I could have
managed by myself. It's comforting to
know that if anything were to happen to me here in the Delta Quadrant, Neelix
would raise her as if she were his own.
I
miss you so much and there isn't a milestone of Naomi's that I haven't thought
of you. I've included a recent image of
her and I'll try to include some of her baby pictures as I'm able to in future
messages.
All
my love, Samantha
and
love from your little girl, Naomi."
Greskrendtregk
snorted derisively and downed his drink in a single gulp. "Apparently, in the past five and a
half years, I lost a wife and a child, I have a wife and a child but they're on
the other side of the galaxy. It's
okay, though, because they've replaced me with some Talaxian who's more of a
father to my daughter than I'll ever be.
Do I mourn, celebrate or be angry and jealous?"
"All
of the above," Ezri whispered, "all of the above."
**FINIS**
*Note:
we did not make up the name Greskrendtregk, that was the name given Samantha
Wildman's husband in canon and canon also holds that she left him at DS9 before
Voyager headed for the badlands, hence the setting of DS9 for this vignette.