Disclaimer: I don't own Voyager or the characters, Paramount does. But, it is my story.

Author's Note: I got bored yesterday and thought of this zany idea. Mostly one part of it and thought it would be a hoot to write. Have fun.

Summary: Tom hits his head and ends up in an alternate universe where things are incredibly different.

Codes: J/P, P, P/T

Rating: T (PG-13)

Timeline: Set during "Thirty Days". You know, when Tom gets put into the Brig.

Another Place

Chapter 1

Voyager had just fired a photon torpedo and it impacted the Delta Flyer's torpedo causing the Delta Flyer to shake violently. Lieutenant Thomas Eugene Paris was then thrown out of his seat. Tom then hit his head very hard on the corner of the helm console. The blow to his head caused Tom to go unconscious.

"Mr. Paris, time to rise and shine." The EMH called out as he moved his tricorder over the man.

Tom soon opened his eyes and saw that he was in Sickbay. "What happened?" Tom asked.

"Before or after you hit your head?" The Doctor inquired, though it was somewhat rhetorical. "Well, after you hit your head down on that water planet trying to save them, Chakotay was able to fly the shuttle back up to Voyager. We then beamed you back aboard and that was four hours ago."

"How did Chakotay get down there?" Tom said as he sat up.

The Doctor looked at Tom oddly. "What do you mean how did he get there?" The Doctor asked. "You, him, that man Riga, and Ensign Kim flew the Delta Flyer down to the Monean planet and with the help of the government helped destroy some of the oil refineries."

Tom returned the Doctor's look. "You sure?" Tom questioned.

"Mr. Paris, if this is one of your odd jokes, I don't get it and I don't want to get it." The Doctor replied. "Well, Mr. Paris, you are free to go, but I'm keeping you off duty for the next two days to be safe."

"Thanks, Doc." Tom said and got off the biobed.

Tom started to leave Sickbay and was almost to the door when Captain Janeway walked in. A very very pregnant Kathryn Janeway. She smiled at Tom and nodded to the Doctor.

"So, Doctor, how is he?" Janeway asked.

"Mr. Paris will be fine, Captain." The Doctor answered smiling. "But I recommend him to stay off duty for two days."

"Okay then, Doctor." Janeway replied nodding.

"Captain Paris to the Bridge." Chakotay's voice over the comm.

Tom looked at Janeway confused, but she just gave him a small laugh. She then tapped her comm. badge. "Be right there." Janeway said. She got close to Tom…very close. Then kissed him on the lips briefly. "I'll see you back in our quarters."

Tom stood there with his jaw open as he watched Janeway…Paris…whatever leave. Tom brought his hand up to rub through his hair and that's when he noticed the ring on his finger. Tom then turned to the Doctor.

"Is that my baby?" Tom asked.

The Doctor looked at Tom strangely. "You must have hit your head very hard, Mr. Paris." The Doctor responded. "Yes, those babies are yours."

Babies? Babies? "Did you say 'babies'?" Tom asked.

"Yes, all three." The Doctor answered. "Is there something wrong?"

"I'm not quite sure." Tom replied. "I'm going to my quarters…also known as the Captain's quarters, right?"

"She is your wife so one would think." The EMH answered. "But don't forget, you do need to keep packing. The Captain's old quarters aren't going to be that comfortable after the babies are born."

"Yeah…" Tom said. "I'll…I'll see ya later Doc."

"Goodbye Commander." The Doctor answered as he began reading his padd.

With that Tom Paris left Sickbay. Something was definitely wrong. What the hell could have happened in the twenty minutes after he left Voyager? Something was definitely wrong. He was married to the Captain, who was pregnant with not one, not two, but three babies; he was living with the Captain in her quarters, and from the looks of what was on collar, he was a Lieutenant Commander. A far cry from Lieutenant Junior Grade.

"Maybe next time you commandeer a shuttle, you shouldn't hit your head." A voice said. It sounded like he came from around the corner.

"Finally, someone who…" Tom started around the corner, but stopped when the woman came to stand in front of him. "..you." Tom said.

"Yes, me, and how are you, Helmboy?" The woman asked Tom teasingly. The woman was someone Tom Paris and the Voyager crew had met before. She was a Q, better known as the infamous Q's wife or girlfriend or whatever. 2 years ago she called Tom 'Helmboy' and some on Voyager would call him that for fun.

"I guess you're behind this?" Tom asked. The woman nodded her head and ran her fingers through her brown hair. "Am I in an alternate universe or something? Please don't tell me this is the mirror universe."

"Oh no, it's not that silly mirror universe." Q answered. "You're not even alive over there. Besides, that one is much more fun than yours. And yes, this is an alternate universe."

"Why?" Tom questioned.

"I believe its 'Why, Captain?'" The female Q responded motioning to her Starfleet uniform and her four pips.

"No, I think it's just 'Why?'" Tom said.

"Because Junior is getting boring and Q, oh you know how he can be…" Q replied. "So I thought to visit Voyager only to find you breaking some of your protocols. Why not have some fun?"

"Take me home." Tom stated.

"You are home, Helmboy." Q answered. "Well, I'm going to let you play this out, I'll be around. Oh, and don't have too much fun, Helmboy."

Q then snapped her fingers and disappeared. Tom stared at the empty space in front of him. He shook his head in anger at the events that brought him here. How he wished to be back home, even if it meant that Janeway would demote him or put him in the Brig, whichever. He just wanted to go home.