Title: "I'll have the Voyager covered with the reality syrup."

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek blah blah blah, you get the idea by now I'm sure.

Summary: A regular day for student Brad Frasier ends with his life being turned upside down and being sent to where he could only dream of being... The Starship Voyager! As for the story title, don't ask.

A couple of notes to set the opening scene: We start off in Glasgow, Scotland, on September 12th, 2006. Brad Frasier is a white male, 19 years old, 6ft 2 inches tall, 190lbs, medium build, blue eyes with fair hair, and white-blond highlights. Where we start, Voyager has already aired all it's 7 seasons, so I guess there is no real particular timing where Brad arrives, between the 4th and 7th season is the best I can say for now. Wording is in UK-English.

Chapter One: "Earth today, gone tomorrow."

Brad Frasier entered his flat after another long hard day of work. He gave a sigh of relief after closing the door. He's a student by day and an increasingly un-happy McDonald's worker by night. Currently in his 2nd year of a 4 year Computing degree at Glasgow Caledonian University, with a mounting student debt that is at present over £12,000.

Brad just dropped all his things, grabbed a beer and switched the TV on. It was another one of those days he was just too drained to study for. He knew that was a bad idea considering he has got a test tomorrow.

"Ack, it's just a wee test, nuthin to worry about." He thought out loud. He also added wishing he had a roommate, not only for the company, but to split the costs of the apartment as well.

It was getting close to midnight, Brad knew he should quit for the night and get some sleep.

"Just one more programme, Voyager is about to start on Sky One." He changed the channel to Sky One and just caught the show in time.

"Great, another hour where I can forget about the struggle that is my life!" Although Brad had watched every episode of the show before, he loved watching the re-runs, he always learned something new each time he watched an episode again.

"Boy what I'd give just to be with them..." He pondered.

"No disease, poverty, or money issues. Just be the best you can be..." His out-loud thoughts got cut short after getting startled from the sound of battering rain off the window beside him. The heavens had opened, and the rain fell by the bucket-load.

"Hmm, must be that storm they were talkin about on the news..." A flash of light suddenly appeared and almost instantly...BANG! Brad hit the floor to take cover, then suddenly realised that lightning just struck outside on his balcony. He went out to the balcony to check for damage.

Upon opening the balcony door he could notice a rather large hold in the ground of where part of his balcony once was moment ago.

"Aww shit. Callahan's' gonna be pissed when he sees this in the morning, just what I need!"

Before Brad could do as much as take another breath, a white light all of a sudden struck him, and in an instant, all he could see was an endless white void, bar for himself.

"Well this isn't good..."

...In the 24th Century...

"Captain's log supplemental, after a brief re-supply stop in the Kellis system, we have resumed our course to the Alpha Quadrant. Seven's latest scans of our immediate surroundings show no ships or life-supporting planets for 10 light-years. As I result, I've ordered some R&R for the crew."

Captain Janeway was touring her ship, the only occasions when she has done so before is prior to a major battle, or, when she was bored out her skull. Luckily for everyone, it was the latter and not the former. Janeway entered Engineering.

"Captain..." B'Elanna approached her. "Is there anything I can do for you?"

"Quite alright Lieutenant, just having a stroll." Janeway approached the Lieutenant. "Anything out of the ordinary going on?"

"I'm afraid not Captain, we've been doing maintenance work all-day." She explained. "Though if you like, the plasma relays could use some fine-tuning." She joked.

"Sounds like fun." Janeway smiled. "Beats walking around all day, you give me a hand B'Elanna?"

"Of course." The two women set to work on a large diagnostic console on the lower floor of Engineering.

Brad had been stuck in this place of white light for several minutes now, no one answered his calls, he tried walking, then running, but couldn't even tell if he was moving or not.

Moments later, the white light started to fade, Brad was beginning to see surroundings, the first was some sort of multi-coloured glow inside some sort of silver cylinder, it wasn't very wide whatever it was, it only occupied a small part of his arc of vision. Another few moments past and the white had totally subsided.

Brad didn't take long to figure out where he now was.

He was on Voyager! He was certain of it, specifically; the upper-floor of Engineering, that cylinder he saw was Voyager's Warp Core! He couldn't see any of the crew around, he concluded they simply all must be working down below him.

Brad took some time to take in and study his new surroundings. He could hear that "hum" of the ship, the bleeping of the consoles, and the graphics on them were all in a very high resolution as he looked up close to them, none of that cheap low-res junk he saw in he "behind the scenes" documentaries about Voyager. He still needed more to believe where he was.

"Computer." He said in a low voice, not wanting to alert anyone to his presence just yet. He heard the computer's beep, a signal that it was awaiting him to speak.

"Identify this ship." He queried.

In that familiar female voice he was hoping to hear, it said: "This is the Federation Starship USS Voyager, registry NCC-74656."

Wow, he thought, but let's try some more. "Are we in the Delta Quadrant?"

"Affirmative."

"I can't believe this."

"Please re-phrase the request."

"I wasn't talking to you. At least the computer behaves the way I expected it to."

Brad started to ponder, what is going on here? Have I died and gone to my personal heaven? Did I get struck by lightning and simply having a near-death experience? I'm I in a coma as a result just dreaming? If that was true, then it would make sense why he would be seeing Voyager, it was fresh in his mind, the first bolt of lightning interrupted him watching it. As he was also a keen fan of the X-Files, he remembered how many times Scully's "logical" theories always turned out to be wrong.

There was a fun way to find out; he looked over to the weapon's locker, and let out a little chuckle.

"If I'm dead or comatose, I shouldn't get hurt." He opened the locker and took two hand-phasers, Brad could live his little Kiefer Sutherland fantasy and take on impossible odds with just two guns to see him through it all.

Brad then heard the sound of the lift ahead of him, someone would be up here in a hot minute, he had to hide somewhere fast, or he'd lose the element of surprise, and a great chance for a whole heckva lot of fun. He remembered there wasn't much room for cover on this part of the ship, he went to the very back wall, there were some pillars that could hide a person to a certain angular degree, but if anyone went to the opposite side of the room he'd be done for. There wasn't anymore time, he took his chance and hid there, phasers in hand ready to strike if need be.

There was at least two people approaching, both female, they were still a little too far away to figure out who, due to the humming of the Warp Core. A few moments later as they got closer he figured out the voices, they belonged to none-other than Captain Janeway and B'Elanna Torres! Lucky for Brad, the two women were operating a console on his side of the room, meaning he couldn't be seen for the moment.

He tried to figure out his next move while the two women were talking, does he just shoot them and move on to the others? The sensors would pick up his phaser blast and Tuvok would have a welcoming committee for him, he couldn't take the women hostage, they would just get beamed to safety, or they would beam him to the brig. Brad decided on the former, he readied himself and turned round to face the women, pointing a phaser each at both of them.

Captain Janeway was surprised to say the least. "What the hell..." Two phaser blasts cut her off, she and Torres fell to the floor.

"Wow! That went better than I thought." Then a little voice in his head said to him: shouldn't you have maybe checked the phaser settings Brad? BEFORE you shot them?

"Computer, what are the settings of these two phasers I hold?"

"Stun setting number two." The dry female voiced replied.

"Good, only knocked-out for 15 minutes. No hard feelings I hope?" He directed to the two unconscious women.

Before Brad could even think of doing anything else, the lights dimmed and the alert klaxons sounded.

"So much for my big surprise, I better get moving before security nails me in a very tight corner." Brad headed for the ladders to take trip down to the lower-floor of Engineering, the lift would leave him exposed and would also take too long. In a Kirk like style from Star Trek II, he got from the top of the ladders to the bottom in only a couple of seconds.

Some of the staff saw him and got startled. Brad aimed his two phasers to the nearest targets and just let rip in a Lon Suder fashion, incapacitating everyone in Engineering in a matter of a few seconds.

Brad smiled. "He done it and it was gooood!" (Ed: Little thing from Bruce Almighty.) He darted to the nearby turbolift door, and just in time, as a security team under Tuvok's command entered main engineering.

Brad was running on adrenaline now, and shouted: "Deck 5!" Going to the bridge would be too risky, too secure an area now, where else would there be a lot of targets about?

"Computer, beam me to the mess hall!" Brad's skin started to tingle. "Oh my god!" The familiar transporter shimmer he saw a million times before on the outside, took him, and in milliseconds he could see the mess hall. There were at least a dozen people around, all un-armed though, but Brad done his stuff nonetheless, and then ran outside.

He finally saw the security team that was tracking him in engineering, but no Tuvok. The two officers fired on Brad, but they missed and were on the ground seconds later from far more accurate shooting from Brad. He turned round to see Tuvok, who fired on him once he faced towards the tall Vulcan. Out of instinct, Brad raised one of his phasers to protect himself, it took the blast and it was thrown out of his hand.

Before Brad could re-act again to defend himself Tuvok fired once more and the blast stuck the young man on the chest. Brad felt like he just got his heart punched. Shouldn't get hurt, huh Brad? Was his parting thought before slipping into unconsciousness...

End of chapter 1.

Author's notes: There we go, end of the first chapter of my first story ever. :-) Please write a review with your comments.

This was a story idea I had a very long time ago, after I saw "Future's End" way back in 1997. Out of all the fan-fiction I've read over the years, very few I've ever read explored the idea of someone from our reality going to the Star Trek one, so I thought, I should just go out and do one too. Such the story concept I think is still quite under-used.

Enough of my babbling for now, hope you enjoyed reading this so far as much as I have writing it.