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cassievalentineTitle:A Little Help
Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager
Characters: Naomi Wildman
Prompt: Friends
Rating: G
Author's Notes:
I get by with a little help from my friends.
John Lenon
***
“She is not fairing as well as she lets on,” Icheb said, not looking up from the PADD he was pecking away on. Being a Starfleet Lt. had not kept him from keeping an eye on one Naomi Wildman.
“I'm sure it's just nerves,” The Doctor said calmly as he ran a scanner over the former Borg, making sure that his remaining implants were functioning the way they should be.
“Still, after all this time?” School had been in session for a few months now. “She fears she is falling behind and not living up to the expectations of her professors and the former crew.” The Doc paused in his scanning to conisder that last statement. Naomi Wildman was a bright girl, she always had been. She was also known for putting a great deal of preasure on herself to achieve impossible goals.
“Have you spoken to her about your concerns?”
“Several times. She simple tells me that I should stop 'mother henning' her, that she will be fine. I don't believe her.” Icheb and the Doc shared a look. “Are we finished?” The Doc dismissed him with a nod and a wave of his hand, trying to work out what could be done to convince Naomi that she didn't have to work herself to the point of a burn out to live up to her imagined expectations.
***
The Doctor had mulled over the issue Icheb had presented him with for several days before consulting with her mother, Seven and finally Tom Paris. Tom had finally been the one to offer a suggestion.
“The Admiral still has an office at the Academy, doesn't she?” Kathryn Janeway had been filliing her days by teaching a speacial seminar on the Delta Quadrant. After the excitement of Captaning a marooned starship, life behind a desk just didn't hold her attention.
“She is,” the hologram agreed, not really knowing where this was going.
“Well, send her to see The Admiral,” Tom said simply. “She couldn't say no to her on Voyager, I doubt she can say no to her now.” So, with that advice in hand, the holographic doctor had contacted Janeway and explained the situation.
A few hours later, one Cadet Naomi Wildman swallowed hard as she was handed a PADD with an invitation to speak with one Admiral Kathryn Janeway.
***
“It's okay to ask for help, Cadet,” Janeway said. The pair had been talking over coffee for a while now.
“Yes Admiral,” Naomi said, still unsure of how to act. She had known Kathryn Janeway all her life, had cried on her shoulder more than once and learned the value of geometry over a pool table from the woman. But now she was a Cadet, not a 5 year old with a bad case of hero worship.
“Naomi,” she finally said, cutting through the formalities that had formed between them. “We don't expect anything from you other than your best. Are you doing your best?”
“I think so,” she answered. She knew that the 'we' being talked about was the crew. No matter what Starfleet had done in an attempt to lessen the bonds between them, they were still closer to each other than the families they had left behind.
“Good,” Janeway said firmly as she stood up, her command mask slipping back into place. Naomi took the cu and scrambled to her feet. “Don't let me hear another report about this matter.”
“Yes ma'am,” she said tightly snapping to attention.
“At ease Cadet, before you sprain something.” she said with a wry smile. “Dismissed,” she finished softly. Naomi slipped out of the Admirals office with a little more spring in her step than when she had entered. She had a feeling she was going to make it through the Academy just fine, with a little help from her friends.
Fandom: Star Trek: Voyager
Characters: Naomi Wildman
Prompt: Friends
Rating: G
Author's Notes:
I get by with a little help from my friends.
John Lenon
***
“She is not fairing as well as she lets on,” Icheb said, not looking up from the PADD he was pecking away on. Being a Starfleet Lt. had not kept him from keeping an eye on one Naomi Wildman.
“I'm sure it's just nerves,” The Doctor said calmly as he ran a scanner over the former Borg, making sure that his remaining implants were functioning the way they should be.
“Still, after all this time?” School had been in session for a few months now. “She fears she is falling behind and not living up to the expectations of her professors and the former crew.” The Doc paused in his scanning to conisder that last statement. Naomi Wildman was a bright girl, she always had been. She was also known for putting a great deal of preasure on herself to achieve impossible goals.
“Have you spoken to her about your concerns?”
“Several times. She simple tells me that I should stop 'mother henning' her, that she will be fine. I don't believe her.” Icheb and the Doc shared a look. “Are we finished?” The Doc dismissed him with a nod and a wave of his hand, trying to work out what could be done to convince Naomi that she didn't have to work herself to the point of a burn out to live up to her imagined expectations.
***
The Doctor had mulled over the issue Icheb had presented him with for several days before consulting with her mother, Seven and finally Tom Paris. Tom had finally been the one to offer a suggestion.
“The Admiral still has an office at the Academy, doesn't she?” Kathryn Janeway had been filliing her days by teaching a speacial seminar on the Delta Quadrant. After the excitement of Captaning a marooned starship, life behind a desk just didn't hold her attention.
“She is,” the hologram agreed, not really knowing where this was going.
“Well, send her to see The Admiral,” Tom said simply. “She couldn't say no to her on Voyager, I doubt she can say no to her now.” So, with that advice in hand, the holographic doctor had contacted Janeway and explained the situation.
A few hours later, one Cadet Naomi Wildman swallowed hard as she was handed a PADD with an invitation to speak with one Admiral Kathryn Janeway.
***
“It's okay to ask for help, Cadet,” Janeway said. The pair had been talking over coffee for a while now.
“Yes Admiral,” Naomi said, still unsure of how to act. She had known Kathryn Janeway all her life, had cried on her shoulder more than once and learned the value of geometry over a pool table from the woman. But now she was a Cadet, not a 5 year old with a bad case of hero worship.
“Naomi,” she finally said, cutting through the formalities that had formed between them. “We don't expect anything from you other than your best. Are you doing your best?”
“I think so,” she answered. She knew that the 'we' being talked about was the crew. No matter what Starfleet had done in an attempt to lessen the bonds between them, they were still closer to each other than the families they had left behind.
“Good,” Janeway said firmly as she stood up, her command mask slipping back into place. Naomi took the cu and scrambled to her feet. “Don't let me hear another report about this matter.”
“Yes ma'am,” she said tightly snapping to attention.
“At ease Cadet, before you sprain something.” she said with a wry smile. “Dismissed,” she finished softly. Naomi slipped out of the Admirals office with a little more spring in her step than when she had entered. She had a feeling she was going to make it through the Academy just fine, with a little help from her friends.
