So, this is my very first Star Trek ff, and I have no idea about all the technical, science stuff. This is mainly a fic about choices, secrets, and putting the prime derective ahead of friendship. I hope you all like it, R&R greatly appreciated.

Sorry to anyone who already read this, but the first paragraph was deleted, I don't know why, I fixed it!!


His head laid on the cool console, he was aware of a dull, constant ache in the front of his head. He saw the sticky, crimson substance escaping through the large gash, pooling onto the console and eventually onto his lap.

He heard a very annoying message, bits and pieces of it made its way through the fog. His eyes would slowly close than quickly open. Must stay awake, must stay awake…..

In the last few moments of consciousness he saw something, a light, than someone he never thought he would ever see again, it was an angel, it had to be an angel! How else could he explain seeing this person, his father once told him that angels were always watching him, and no matter what happened to him, he could always count on the angel protecting him. He believed it, his whole life he believed it, and now not even two feet away was all the proof he needed, than he slipped into the bliss of unconsciousness.

As he started to awaken he heard beeping, someone walking around, a male's voice who got no answers to his questions, so he assumed the male was talking to himself. He slowly opened his eyes and saw a bright light, he squinted, he must be dead, he often wondered what death would feel like, he had a perception of what life after death would be like, his mother was active in her religious beliefs, his father, even though now he was dead, was unsure of what was beyond life, and even though he didn't know his father very well, this made him doubt his mother's religious beliefs.

"How are you feeling?" The same male voice inquired, he turned his head and saw a thin man in a blue and black uniform and a receding hair line.

"Um….I don't know." He quickly looked around than back to the man "Am I dead?"

The man scrunched his face and said "No! Why do you think you're dead?"

"I thought I saw someone…..um….never mind. Where am I?"

"On the U.S.S. Voyager, we got your distress signal and rescued you. I'm the doctor….." Just than the captain walked in

"How is he doctor?"

"Well, he had a deep gash on his forehead, he lost a lot of blood and he has a concussion. He will need some rest but other than that he's fine."

"I'm on Voyager?" He mumbled to himself.

"You know of our ship?" The captain inquired.

"Captain, may I speak to you…." The doctor looked down at his new patient than continued "In private." The captain nodded her head and followed the doctor to the other side of infirmary, they spoke for a while, the captain slowly turned her head towards him and than back to the doctor.

She walked back to the man and said "What's your name?"

"My name is Dean." He replied, she handed him a padd and informed him of the situation, his face paled, now everything made sense, and why he was here, on this ship, he knew it was impossible, he had been told it was impossible, he knew the ill-fated truth of her demise and yet here he was in her infirmary, with her captain and doctor.

He looked-up at the captain than the doctor, tears stung his eyes, one lonely tear fell down his face, a tear that was held inside for over 23 years, he sat-up.

"I want to see him."

"You can't….."

"What? You can't stop me from going to see him, I have to….you don't understand." He screamed.

"Calm down…." The doctor urged, not wanting to cause his patient any undue stress.

"No!" He snapped back, how dare they tell him what he can or cannot do, who the hell do they think they are?

"We understand you're position, but you can't go see him, at least not yet, you would be tampering with the timeline, you may even destroy your future."

"Don't you think you're being a little mellow dramatic."

"No, I don't. I know you want to go see him, I understand, but you have to keep this a secret. You can't tell him or anyone else….." She took a deep breath "We will repair you're ship, and hopefully send you back to your time, but you can't disturb our timeline."

"Captain, I have to……please!" He pleaded

"I'm sorry, but no! We will inform the crew that you are from the future, but you have to keep who you really are and anything else you may know about the future quiet."

"I can prevent his death." She put a hand on his shoulder she empathized with him, but he knew just by looking at her, she wouldn't allow it. He lied down and tuned to his side, he wiped the single tear away.

"I'm sorry."

"Please leave." The captain hesitated, than did as he asked, her heart broke for the young man, but she was doing the right thing, at least that is what she told herself to stop herself from telling her friend the truth.