If Everyone Cared
Disclaimer: I own my own anatomy, even though technically it's my mothers until I turn 18, season one of Grey's and seasons one to seven of Voyager. Not much, I know.
Plot: A shuttle mission goes wrong, and the occupants of the Delta Flyer crash land on Earth during the early twenty-first century.
Prologue
All was calm at Seattle Grace Hospital this one night. It was raining, contrary to the forecast of a cloudless sky, but other than that, the main hospital was dark in respect for the sleeping patients. Only the halls and main departments were lit.
Doctor Bailey's interns were asleep in various parts of the hospital, all revelling in the aftermath of amazing sex with their partners.
All was quiet on the hospital front. No traumas, no priority patients, a quiet night. The board may have been full, but the night was quiet.
Even with the hospital so quiet, no one took any notice when a vehicle of some type crashed in the outskirts of the staff carpark.
Chapter One
Voyager was quiet this one night. Engineering reported no dramas with the warp core, Sickbay was empty, the Bridge quiet and the Mess Hall unattended until breakfast.
Captain Kathryn Janeway couldn't sleep. The twins she was pregnant with refused to rest, always moving or kicking and keeping their mother awake, so she decided to take a midnight stroll around her ship.
The corridors were all abandoned as she walked along the deck, the stars settling her over-active mind as she walked past the view ports.
Reaching the turbolift, she ordered the car to Deck One, feeling she should visit the Bridge until the twins stopped moving enough for her to get some sleep.
"Captain! What are you doing up here so early?" Ensign Harry Kim asked from the captain's chair.
"Relax, Harry. The monsters won't let me sleep so I thought I'd take a walk to calm them down. They haven't figured out when I need to sleep."
The ensign laughed. After being on Voyager for almost nine years, not many people were surprised when the captain and commander finally confessed their love for each other and overcame protocol. Now they have been married for 18 months and Kathryn was expecting twins in three months time.
"How's Annika coping with her pregnancy?" she asked. Harry Kim had finally won over Annika's heart one year before, and now she was three months pregnant.
Harry smiled. "She's doing great. Still thinks maturation chambers are, and I quote, 'more efficient', but I've managed, with the help of Doc, to convince her that her uterus is her own maturation chamber, without the Borg presence, to the most part."
Kathryn laughed. "Ok then, Harry, I'll let you get back to watching my ship for me. Call if you need anything."
As she walked off the bridge, he yelled after her, "You know I won't!"
Laughing again, she ordered the turbolift to Deck Eleven, Engineering. On the way down, her comm badge chirped, breaking the silence.
"Engineering to Captain Janeway."
"Janeway here," she said after opening the connection.
The voice at the other end, that of deputy chief Ensign Vorik, spoke to the woman he was looking for.
"Captain, the warp core has just had a sudden drop in efficiency, and it looks like it's eating the dilithium crystals faster than we can produce them."
Kathryn knew this was something bad. She had to go there, and fast. "Just hang on a minute, ensign; I'll be there as fast as the turbolift will take me."
Even though he was a Vulcan, Janeway knew the man's eyebrow would be raised at that moment.
"Aye, Captain. Vorik out."
A few minutes later, Kathryn Janeway walked into Engineering to see what all the fuss was about. Surprisingly enough, she was met not only by Ensign Vorik, but also his direct superior, Chief Engineer Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres.
"Report!"
The two engineers immediately began to recount the situation to the captain, who took it all in as they spoke.
"So let me get this straight," she said, once the pair had finished. "We are almost out of dilithium crystals, and we need new ones as soon as possible. There is a planet a short distance away that we can take the Flyer to collect some crystals."
The engineer in front of her nodded, though Torres did not look too happy. She was still half asleep and her uniform wasn't on straight. She may have been eight months pregnant with her second child, but even she needed sleep to be in better moods.
"Captain, I suggest we leave Chakotay and Tuvok here in charge, and you, me, Annika, Harry and Tom take the flyer to collect the crystals." She took her friend around the shoulder, about to propose more.
"Scans have also revealed the planet is inhabited with a technologically advanced race, so we could even make First Contact and have a sort of holiday. We could take a week off, have a bit of a working shore leave, make the best of it, then come back in time for the kids to be born feeling refreshed and everything."
B'Elanna smiled, which made Kathryn smile too.
"But what if we need medical attention, or you go into labour while we're there?" she asked, her hand going to her own swollen stomach.
Torres smiled yet again. "Tom has actually been showing up to his shifts in Sickbay lately, so he is our fully qualified field medic, just in case we really do need him. And Chakotay can look after Miral for a week," she said, answering her unasked question.
The captain smiled again. "Well, we could just tell Chakotay that we're going, without giving him a chance to protest, but he'll say we should leave Harry here and take two engineering staff instead. You know the usual briefing before we go on away missions, don't overdo it, and make the ensigns do as much as possible, don't get into any trouble…"
B'Elanna smiled. "We'll tell everyone at breakfast and leave at 1400 tomorrow, the sooner we go the better."
With the end of the conversation, B'Elanna left Engineering with Vorik again and the ladies walked out, ready to go back to bed.
Breakfast was eventful the next morning, as Kathryn and B'Elanna dropped their bombshell on the rest of the senior officers, who had become a close-knit family in the last eight years, eleven months of their journey.
"Don't I get a say in this?" Chakotay exploded after hearing what Kathryn and B'Elanna had to say.
The women, Annika included, ganged up on the commander, "Chakotay, we may be pregnant but we can take care of ourselves, plus Tom is the best pilot we have, along with being our field medic if we need him. And we will have two of the engineering crew with us to do the hard work. Plus, this will be our last chance for any type of away mission until after the kids are born."
Commander Chakotay reluctantly agreed. "Fine, just make sure you're back in seven days and call at least twice daily, every twelve hours. If you miss even one call, we will come looking for you."
Kathryn sighed. "Thank you. We'll be back next Friday, and try not to crash my ship."
Everyone laughed, with the notable exception of Tuvok, at Chakotay's expense. They all knew his track record with shuttles wasn't that good.
"Ensign Malic and Lieutenant Postings, report to Shuttlebay Two."
Captain Janeway's voice echoed throughout the ship as the senior officers of the away team waited for the two 'gophers' of the team to report for duty.
The Delta Flyer was packed and ready at 1350, and they had permission to depart as soon as they were ready, so all they were waiting for was…
'Here they are," B'Elanna said, popping her head out of the Flyer after hearing the doors opening. "You two are late!"
Grumbling their apologies, the pair entered the flyer, placing their equipment in the cargo hold, and took their seats in the cockpit.
Okaying that everyone was ready, Tom contacted the bridge.
"Delta Flyer to Bridge. We are ready to depart, just waiting for your signal."
After a moment, they heard a response.
"Delta Flyer, this is the Bridge. Shuttlebay doors are opening, good luck on your mission and don't forget to report in every 12 hours."
Tom pressed a few controls and moved a few of his 'Captain Proton-style' levers to move the craft.
"Will do. Leaving the shuttlebay now. See you in a week, Chakotay."
"Good luck, everyone, stay safe. Bridge out."
Tom, with deft and accurate movements of his fingers, steered the shuttle out of the main ship and into space around them.
"Lets go, Tom," Kathryn said, settling back into her chair for the long journey to the planet.
The journey was uneventful for the first three hours, with the shuttle on auto pilot as the officers played a good game of 'truth or dare' while the junior officers observed the family playing games.
"Patrick Postings and Simon Malic, come over hear and play with us," Kathryn said, patting the carpet next to her.
"Oh, Captain, we shouldn't," Patrick said.
"Nonsense," B'Elanna backfired. "It's going to be another couple of hours at least, come and join in."
The two junior staff shared a look, before rising from their seats to join everyone else on the floor.
"Ok, Captain, Lieutenants," Simon mumbled.
"And one more thing, guys," Tom said. "The ranks were left on Voyager. I'm Tom; this is B'Elanna, Kathryn and Annika."
"Ok," the pair replied, and the game continued.
Two hours later, and the crew of the Flyer had given up on truth or dare for an hour, and were just talking about their families and general gossip about Voyager.
"I heard Crewman Chell has come up with a few new dishes for us," Patrick said, now completely comfortable in the presence of four senior officers. "He may have even come up with a new blend of coffee."
Kathryn laughed at this revelation. "It's a pity I can't drink it for another four months or so," she said. "After the twins are born, I'll have a month of caffeine restrictions before I can return to drinking even decaffeinated blends."
B'Elanna laughed at this. "I'm glad I don't live on the stuff, or you'd never hear the end of it."
"I'd never hear the end of it!" Tom exclaimed. "I'm the one who spends the most… what was that?"
Tom was interrupted by the sudden rocking of the shuttle. Getting off the ground, he was knocked over again when the shuttle rocked a second time.
"You ladies better strap yourselves in, we could be in for a bumpy ride," he said, going into full pilot mode.
There was a scramble as the other five staff pulled themselves off the floor and into their seats, ready to monitor read outs and keep the shuttle together.
"What's that?" Kathryn asked, looking out the front window at a large anomaly on front of them.
"I don't know, but ti's sucking us in!" Torres yelled from the Engineering station. "I can't get it to release us!"
The Delta Flyer was thrown into the wormhole inside the initial anomaly, and its occupants were thrown around.
They endured a tough battering for a further three minutes before they came close to the end.
"We're approaching the exit aperture!" B'Elanna yelled, still being thrown around in her seat.
Suddenly, the shuttle was thrown forward out of the wormhole and into the path of a planet, but Tom Paris could not gain control in time.
"We're approaching the planet on a collision course!" he yelled. "I can't control it!"
The Flyer entered the layers of the atmosphere quickly, which set off numerous alarms, before the impulse drive cut out, forcing them into an uncontrollable drop.
"Hold on!" Tom screamed, pressing the buttons he knew so well, trying to slow down and steady the shuttle. "Rough landing ahead!"
The planet was dark, but most of the buildings were sufficiently lit enough for them to avoid collision.
Suddenly, a proximity alert rang through the cockpit, and everyone looked out of the forward viewer to see a hard ground approaching.
With a few precise pushing of buttons, Tom managed to slow the Flyer down, but it still slammed hard into the ground, knocking everyone out of their seats, and out of consciousness.
B'Elanna Torres woke up hours later, wondering where she was and why she was so sore. Pushing herself up off the floor, she screamed in pain. Looking at her arm, which was broken, she grimaced. Using the other one to lift herself off the ground, she looked around.
The front screen of the Flyer was cracked, many consoles had exploded and every other member of their away team was lying unconscious around her.
Suddenly, a rippling pain shot through her abdomen and she screamed. She had to exit the Flyer and find out where she was.
On the ground outside, B'Elanna looked around, and saw they had crashed in the carpark of a hospital, Seattle Grace Hospital.
She ran as fast as she could, which wasn't very fast with an injured leg, broken arm and what she considered to be labour pains.
Reaching the emergency doors, she ran inside and screamed.
"Help! I need help!"
Many people rushed over to her as she fainted, someone catching her before she hit the ground.
How do you like it? Please review, I'll go into the lives of Seattle Grace with Chapter 2.