Disclaimer: Voyager and all its characters are owned by Paramount and not me, (unfortunately.) Except for a few made up ensigns. I'm fairly sure there isn't a Laura Murphy on Voyager. But as for the main characters they belong to Paramount and there's no infringement intended. I just take them apart and fiddle around with them. I know that Tom Paris has four sisters but I don't know their names, there may be an Elizabeth, there may not be. Some character names taken from 'Mosaic' but no infringement intended there either. Please review. BEAM ME UP SCOTTY!!!

Phoebe Janeway was pushed through the transporter room doors. Behind her, she could hear several other family members of the U.S.S Voyager's crew receiving much the same treatment. She heard Harry Kim's mother's voice demanding that their captors tell them what was going on. She also heard Admiral Owen Paris suggest a treaty with their captors. Phoebe shivered. These captors were fierce and imposing. Technology rippled out of their flesh and spread over their bodies. Hard metallic voices in a hard metallic shell. Phoebe remembered their names from one of the letters her sister Kathryn had sent her. Borg.

The Borg drone that was gripping her arm pushed her forward. Beside Phoebe, her mother Gretchen walked with her. Her lined face bright and calm, which Phoebe found surprising, given the circumstances. 'Why do you look so happy mum?' Phoebe asked.

Gretchen turned and smiled at her younger daughter. 'Aren't you looking forward to seeing Kathryn again?' Gretchen asked. Even at the sound of her sister's name Phoebe noticed that her eyes sparkled.

'How do you know she's even here?' Phoebe asked. 'If the Borg has control of Voyager then the crew may not be on board.'

Gretchen smiled. 'I can hope.' She said smiling.

The Borg continued to push them forward. Phoebe soon realised that the crew were still on board by the sight of several unconsciousness crewmembers lying sprawled in the corridors. Behind her, Phoebe heard someone yell; 'Laura! Laura! That's my daughter! Please can we stop?!' But even if the Borg heard the women's cries they paid no attention to them.

Phoebe suppressed a shudder. She was determined not to let her sister down. To show the true Janeway spirit. She lifted her head high and began to walk as if she had a purpose. Gretchen noticed the difference and smiled.

Phoebe looked around as the Borg pushed them round another turn and into another corridor. Towards the end of the corridor was a turbo lift that the Borg seemed to be heading for. Then Phoebe saw her sister.

'Kathryn!' she cried, and tried to move forward to her sister but the Borg pulled her away. 'No!' she cried, 'let go of me! Let go!' Beside her, Gretchen reached out a hand to her eldest daughter lying unconscious on the floor.

Captain Kathryn Janeway's short auburn hair was sprawled out, and there was a long cut along her right cheek. She was lying on her side, her pale skin flushed with sleep, her eyes shut and her chest gently moving up and down as her lungs pulled out the oxygen from the air. Next to her lay a man with dark skin and black hair. A tattoo spiralled across his left eye. He was unconscious too and his lips where slightly parted as he breathed in and out. Phoebe recognised him as Kathryn's first officer Chakotay. The Borg pushed them forward and a tear rolled down Phoebe's cheek in spite of herself as she was forced away from her sister and into the turbo lift. Behind her she heard Admiral Paris command in his powerful booming voice 'Captain Janeway wake up!'' Then they were all forced into the turbo lift and the doors slammed.

7 hours earlier

Captain Janeway stretched out in her chair, letting out a contented sigh as she turned the page of her book. Her off duty hours seemed more like off duty minutes at the moment. She sat up and ran a hand through her short hair before walking over to the replicator. 'Coffee, black,' she ordered and couldn't stop herself from smiling as the warm cup of black coffee materialised in front of her. Sensors had picked up a dark matter nebula, but Kathryn had already given orders to avoid it as much as possible. Kathryn took a sip of the coffee and a contented smile stretched across her face. Her door chimed. 'Come in!' Kathryn called.

The doors hissed open and Commander Chakotay walked in. Once a member of the rebel group Marquis he was now her first officer, closest colleague and her dearest friend.

'Chakotay,' Kathryn said smiling at her first officer. Chakotay smiled back and then spotted the coffee cup in her hand. His handsome Indian features stretched back into an exasperated expression and he sighed. 'You won't be able to sleep,' he said, nodding at her coffee mug and smiling. Kathryn laughed. 'I'll find a way,' she smiled. 'What can I help you with commander?'

Chakotay had been rehearsing what he was going to say on his way here. But now he realised that actually, there had been no need. 'Do you fancy a sail on lake George?' he asked, 'since you won't be sleeping anytime soon,' looking pointedly at her coffee mug. Kathryn smiled 'sure…' she began. But the rest of her sentence was cut off as the ship suddenly lurched to one side. Kathryn and Chakotay went flying and Kathryn hit her commbadge. 'Janeway to bridge report!'

Harry Kim's panicky-I'm-still-in-command-even-though-I'm-terrified voice responded, 'we're being attacked Captain, it's the Borg!'

Kathryn felt the blood drain from her face and her gut twisted as the ship lurched again. 'Acknowledged ensign,' she replied, 'I'm on my way.' Kathryn and Chakotay made it out of her quarters with the ship rocking from side to side and were almost at the turbo lift until one particular violent lurch sent them rolling on the floor and crashing into the wall. 'Oww…' Kathryn mumbled before everything in her world rocked to one side and went black.

Meanwhile across the Delta Quadrant and 60,000 light years away in Indiana, Bloomington, Phoebe Janeway threw a stick for her dog Zita to catch, and then she felt her body tingle and suddenly, she was stood in Voyager's transporter room. She recognised it from when Kathryn had given her a tour of the ship. And around her were her mother and several other people that Phoebe recognised from their 'Family of Voyager' meetings, where the other families would gather and talk about what they thought their children or siblings on that beautiful starship were doing now. For a moment, Phoebe thought that Voyager had reached Deep Space Nine and as a laugh, had decided to beam up their families. Phoebe felt an immense sense of well being and happiness when she considered this, and then she saw the Borg and heard them announcing that 'resistance was futile.' And suddenly all of her hopes disappeared like a leave caught in an autumn breeze.