A/N: This has no particular place among the episodes, just after Seven of Nine joined and before Neelix leaves, and after Martha left the 10th Doctor. Sometime around season 4.

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Chapter 1

The Doctor

The Doctor quickly flipped levers and twirled dials. He had set the Tardis to head for year 3085 to land somewhere around the month of April on a foreign planet called Kearil in the Delta Quadrant to witness the spectacular light show phenomenon that occurred only once every twenty years.

The Tardis whirred and squealed as it took off, heading for the coordinates indicated. The Doctor leaned against his pride and joy thoughtfully, thinking of his recent companion Martha Jones. He couldn't blame her for leaving him, as he had nearly destroyed her family.

When the Master had come along and tricked everyone into electing him as Prime Minister, he had used the high authority to take over the world. He converted the Tardis into a paradox machine, strong enough to hold the paradox he created by bringing in futuristic human spheres to kill off a third of Earth's population. He had captured Martha's family for information, and later turned them into servants.

The Doctor had corrected the situation with Martha's outside help, the only escapee. He set everything right, but he and everyone else at the 'eye of the storm' remembered what had happened. Martha decided that she needed to stay behind with her family rather than travel with the Doctor again.

He missed her dearly, but understood. In his long life of 903 years, he had traveled with thirty seven companions, including a few tagalongs of the women he usually chose to take along. All of them had left him. When would he learn that in the end, they always broke his heart?

The Tardis gave a sudden jerk, and sparks erupted from multiple buttons.

"Whoa!" he exclaimed, finding his balance and fiddling with some dials. What was wrong? He checked the screens a few times, nothing adding up. Finally, hitting the right combination of buttons, he found the problem. The Tardis had been teleported!

His time ship was protesting to the teleport, so the Doctor parked it. The doors rattled from the outside. How had anyone even latched onto his ship while they were in the time vortex? Well, let's go see, he thought leisurely yet cheerily as he cracked the door and stuck his head out.

"Captain, there's something coming for us, and it's fast."

"A missile?"

"I don't think so. It's in some sort of time flux."

"Can we modify our sensors to lock onto it?"

"I believe so."

"Get on it, Ensign."

"Yes Ma'am," Ensign Harry Kim replied. He determined the exact frequency of the object, and set the sensors for it. "I've got it."

"Onscreen," Captain Katherine Janeway ordered, standing up from the captain's chair to stretch her legs as the image appeared on the view screen. An odd blue box was hurtling for them in the distance. "What is it?"

"I'm searching for corresponding references now." The Ensign scrolled through the files until he found one that matched. "Captain, it's an antique police box! They were used in the early 1900's to hold criminals until the police arrived."

"So what's it doing in space?"

"More importantly, why is it headed right for us?"

"Ensign, is it a weapon?" Harry Kim scanned the police box in more detail.

"There's nothing to indicate it on the scanners."

"Lock onto it and beam it into cargo bay one. I'd like to examine this thing in further detail. Have B'Elanna Torres and some security meet me there, just to be safe." The Captain turned and walked out of the room into the turbo lift.

Meanwhile, B'Elanna Torres, who was much closer to the cargo bay, entered to investigate why she had been called. A strange, wooden blue box rested near the back of the room, fluctuating slightly. It finally solidified, and B'Elanna took a few cautious steps forward, taking out her scanner.

The box was giving her readings off the scale. She wondered whether she ought to wait for security and the Captain before investigating. However, curiosity got the best of her, and she tried the doors.

No matter how hard she pried, they didn't budge. The lock looked like a standard keyhole from it's time, but it was actually far more advanced. Otherwise, it would have snapped at the first tug, judging by how old it was.

Suddenly, the doors opened from the inside, and a strange man poked his head out.

"Ah, hello there," he said cheerily with a British accent.

"Intruder alert in cargo bay one," B'Elanna instinctively reported, hearing the satisfying crackle of her badge.

"Oh, no, no, no, no. No need for that," he insisted, coming all the way out. The doors slid open, and two men in uniforms came through. They pointed phasers at the intruder. B'Elanna quickly moved out of the way so she wasn't hit, using their entrance as a distraction. A woman followed them through, silhouetted at first because of the contrast in lighting.

"Who are you?" she demanded, her hands on her hips.

"I'm the Doctor, and could you please put your guns down? I hate weapons."

"Doctor who?"

"Just the Doctor."

"Well, Doctor, how did you get on this ship?"

"Didn't you bring me here?"

"The box, Captain. He came out of the box," B'Elanna put in. A look of realization hit the Captain like a wave.

"Put down your phasers," she ordered with a slight wave of your hand. "The Doctor, you say?"

"Yes, that's me, hello," the Doctor replied with a grin, waving before stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"I'm Captain Katherine Janeway of the U.S.S. Voyager."

"Well, Captain, may I ask you something? What's the date?"

"Its stardate 51419.31," she replied with a slightly perplexed look.

"Let's see, that converts to the year 2374 around the beginning of June. We landed a bit short."

"We?"

"The Tardis and I. I've been traveling on my own for a while now. I tend to talk to her."

"If you don't mind my asking, what is that thing?" the Captain asked, taking a few steps closer.

"That's the Tardis, my time machine," he replied simply, jutting a thumb behind him towards the police box.

"It looks a bit small," she put in dryly, slightly amused.

"Well, it's bigger on the inside," he explained. Janeway gave him the strangest glance, so he explained further. "It's time lord technology."

"Are you a time lord, then?"

"At your service, Madam."

"Would you mind if I take a peek? It's a bit hard to believe, a bigger interior."

"Go ahead. Be my guest," the Doctor said, opening the door wider. Janeway peered inside, and her eyeballs nearly popped out of her head.

"Oh my word," she gasped, craning her neck to look at the top levels. The Doctor walked back in behind her, smiling as she turned between him and the large, powerful engine in awe. "This shouldn't even be possible."

"Like it?"

"It's extraordinary! Where did you get it?"

"Well, I borrowed her a while back." Janeway cast him a sharp look.

"You didn't steal it?"

"No, I wouldn't say that, no." The Captain was no longer amused.

"If you are a criminal, I can't let you go."

"But who will you turn me into? All of the time lords are dead. I'm the last one." The Captain's eyes widened with surprise and sympathy.

"I didn't realize."

"Yeah," the Doctor sighed, his head bowed in remembrance of those he lost.

"I've seen your ship," Janeway said, breaking the silence. "Would you like to see Voyager?" The Doctor did a quick calculation in his head, getting the times strait.

"This is 2374, so that means… you said U.S.S. Voyager?"

"That's right. She's Starfleet issue."

"This is the lost ship U.S.S. Voyager?!" he exclaimed again with realization.

"You know about us?"

"Yeah, time travel, you pick up a lot. But this is a historical journey that you and your crew are making! Yes, I would very much like to see this ship!" Janeway couldn't help but grin at the Doctor's enthusiasm. If he knew about Voyager's journey, then she must get her crew home safely. This relieved her greatly, and she led the Doctor back out into the cargo bay for the promised tour.

The Doctor couldn't believe his luck! No wonder he had been pulled out of the time vortex. The crew of the U.S.S. Voyager was always exploring and finding some way to investigate anything unusual or alien. They must have crossed paths. If anyone could manage to pull him and his Tardis out of the time vortex, it was this crew. Their ship had very advanced technology for the time period. He casually followed the Captain, taking long, confident strides. He was looking forward to this.