Disclaimer: This is NC-17 kind of stuff about a sexual relationship between two consenting adult women. If you're under 18 or think you may be offended, please EXIT NOW. If you choose to stay for the floorshow, I'll gladly accept any constructive feedback at baileyjumps@yahoo.com.

Star Trek: Voyager and all its characters are the property of Paramount, not me. This was written purely for entertainment purposes, and no copyright infringement is intended. So please don't sue! (NOTE: Jeri Taylor's book "Mosaic" was a major resource for researching Janeway's past.)

Special thanks: to CastaDiva - a wonderful friend and talented author - for all of her suggestions and support, to Stephanie for always pushing me to write (does this qualify as a novel??), and to Marlène for her friendship, incredible patience and generosity of spirit (not to mention her willingness to help me through a million re-writes!)

ENDGAME finally lets us know whether or not Voyager makes it home, but it raises another more pressing question. Namely, what happens NEXT? This is my attempt to answer that question by getting inside the head of the one person who knows. But enough about me - this is Kathryn Janeway's story. She can speak for herself.

Teaser: I stand beneath her like some foolish mortal staring at a perfect statue, and, not for the first time, I think that is exactly what she is. She is my creation, my Galatea. Smooth, white, cool as marble come to life. And just as unattainable. I made her, but I can never have her... Even now, just as the rules are changing and some of those old barriers have begun to fall away, Seven is moving further out of my reach. I saw her with him tonight at the reception, and I understand that she is growing beyond me, growing away from me. As I always knew she would. She is my Galatea. But I can never be her Pygmalion. I can only be...

Her Captain.