By Coral
Disclaimer: Disclaimers as usual.
Voyager was home, docked at Utopia Planetia, hanging in the dry dock orbiting the terraformed red planet that she had departed from so many years before. The parties were over, the speeches made, the pyrotechnics enjoyed and families reunited. Focus had turned to cleaning out the ship's interior of everything they'd picked up on their travels. A few discarded Leola Root containers shoved in a cupboard there, a rag of uniform left in a Jeffries Tube here, a hypospray dropped between consoles and never retrieved and an infant, shut in a drawer for two years, abandoned and forgotten by all.
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