B'Elanna sat at a table outside a coffee shop in Osten, a forgotten cup of raktajino on the table next to her and her tablet in hand.
In an ideal world, Voyager would have arrived with photon torpedos primed and engines blazing. But this wasn't an ideal world. As much as she hated to admit it, B'Elanna knew that she was more likely to be reunited
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