I love her so much. This is her face right as she asks.
“Are you an alien being of some kind?”
Firstly, the eyebrow.
Secondly, her face that says, “I am so ready for a first contact right now. Come at me bro.” Which in this case also happens to be the Janeway Look of Science ™
She already knows that something’s fishy with this ‘spirit guide’ guy. He’s not her dad. He wants her to go somewhere and she doesn’t know what’s happening. She thinks she might be dead. And still, through it all, the prospect of making first contact with a new species gives her a lady boner. Janeway is a nerd nerd nerd nerd nerd nerd nerd nerdnerdne rdner d erndndnerb rndnrnrnd
I remember when I got to Shattered in my re-watch of Voyager about four years ago, when I had rediscovered the series after pretty much completely forgetting about it since the first time it aired. I must have missed this episode first time around, and ARGH ARGH ARGH. I mean, I already knew that there was no happy ending for J/C, but by the end of that I was just like, “Oh well. That was it. That was the last chance where something would have happened if it was ever going to,” and it was a sentiment that extended further than the thwarted J/C element. I actually found Shattered far more depressing to watch than Endgame, because it was a microcosmic display of all the failed potential that Voyager represented – not just for J/C relationship but for the show in general. Honestly, whether you ship J/C or not, their relationship and the natural chemistry between those two actors in the early years could have been such a fantastic boon for the show if it had just been written properly, with the natural conflict and difficulties that their relative positions and the progress along that parth would have provided. I know I go on and on about this, but if Ron Moore had gone on to write it the way it had been set up, we would have had Roslin and Adama, but on Voyager: a believable adult relationship that added so much extra to the show. The path would have been almost identical, from rivalry and suspicion, to admiration and understanding, to attraction and loyalty and then maybe beyond. And I am willing to bet Moore had a hefty hand in Voyager’s early set up and bible. That, for me, is what’s so frustrating about Shattered. It was a good episode, and if they’d written every ep like that from the beginning it could have actually been a consistently great show on screen instead of just the great one the fanbase has spent diligently reconstructing in the two decades since the studio and the writing room pissed all its tension and conflict potential down the drain.
This, this, this. @notimejustwords , can you go back in time and write for them and just make it what it should have been?
OMFG! How the ever-living f**k did I manage to miss-spell ‘path’ in that rant?!!! @missyhissy3 would be killing herself laughing right now if she saw this. *hangs head in shame*
Cold. So. Very. Cold. Her mind was unable to focus on anything else. She tried desperately to remember how she had gotten here. How she had gotten so cold. Flashes of memory. A shuttle. Laughter. Surprise. Panic. And pain, so much pain. Too much pain. Cold. There was snow, wet, cold snow. And at some point, a fire. Whose heat had long since died away. Cold, unbearable cold. White, everything was white. And red. Too much red. Her companion, whose hand had long since fallen limp and lifeless, lay silent. Too silent. Cold. Alone. Too alone. And cold. Too cold.
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