I got this idea in my head when watching a similar type of story for Deep Space Nine and loved the idea of putting peoples memories of being a prisonor in a person and wondernig how someone on Voyager would react to that.

An old Harry Kim sat rocking back and forth in the detention center. Suddenly the doors opened, he jumped-fear shook inside of him.

"It's time for you to go, Mr. Kim." One of the Ikarian guards told him.

"Go? Go where?"

"That is not our concern. Your punishment has been completed. You are released."

Suddenly, unable to do anything, he was swept into darkness. A shout bellowed from his stomach to his lungs. Suddenly intense light greeted him as he woke, shouting.

"Easy, Mr. Kim!"A familiar voice called towards him. "Easy..."As his eyes adjusted he stared at the distnatly familiar face of the Doctor. Next to the doctor was Captain Janeway, Commander Chekotay, Commander Tuvock, Tom Paris, B'Elanna Torress. But that's impossible. All of them looked exactly like they did over 20 years ago.

"How is this possible? You all looked like you haven't aged a day..."

"We haven't," B'Elanna said softly.

"And neither have you," Tom added. He stared at his old best friend.

"I don't understand...."

"It's complicated to explain," Janeway said suddenly. "You were never in that dentention center, Mr. Kim."

He stared at her.

"Are you mad? Of course I was!" She didn't blink at the tone of his voice.

"No you weren't. Those were memories of other prisoners, planted inside of you. You were only out for 4 hours."

"4 hours..."his voice drifted as he thought about what that meant. "But felt like I was there for over 20 years."

"I know, that's part of the punishment," sighed Janeway. "To make you feel and experience those things without actually experiecing them. Once they realized you didn't really break their laws the punishment was already set in place and it was too late to correct it."

Harry blinked as he looked around the familiar place of sick bay. He looked down at his body. His hands looked young, not like the hands they were a few minutes ago. Could this be really true.

"I'm...I'm really back?"

"You really are." Tom gave him a smile but he could see the worry in him. Harry glanced at B'Elanna.

"You're pregnant."

She smiled at that, a sadness in it.

"Yes, I am."

"Been so long...I've forgotten about it."

"It's going to take a while to get readjusted after something like this, Mr. Kim." The doctor's voice was kind. "But we'll all help you."

"Even though we don't have a counceler really on board," Janeway said. "Neelix has volunteered to talk to you. He's been in some prisons himself, he might be able to relate."

"You can talk to any of us," Chekotay added. "At any time."

Harry nodded.

"None of it was real?" He repated.

"None," Tom said. He reached behind him.

"What are you doing?" Janeway asked softly.

"Feeling for a scar..."his voice trailed off. He was clean. There were no scars or wip marks on his back.

"I'll be damned," he whispered. Tom and B'Elanna looked at each other, pain in their eyes.

"It just felt so real." Exhaustion and confusion filled him. The Doctor noticed.

"My patient needs rest right now," he informed them. "You can see him tomorrow."

Tom squeezed Harry's shoulder before they left.

"I'm glad you're back Harry, and that you're all right."

"Me too," Harry mumbled.

The doctor looked at him.

"Would you like to talk about any of it?"

Uncertianly he shook his head.

"I...I don't know."

"That's understandble. You're in shock still. It'll take a while to completly adjust. I'm sure talking about it well help." He sighed. "If I was able to remove those memories, Mr. Kim, you know I would."

Harry nodded as he closed his eyes.

"You're tired, get some rest. We'll finish this discussion tomrrow."

The doctor slowly began to hum as he laid on a bio bed. He had forgotten that the doctor was able to sing.

As he closed his eyes his mind drifted back to the darkness he thought he had been living in for nearly 25 years. A place of pain, anguish, fear, sadness, and isolation.

A place he never thought he'd escape. A place that seemed more real than the reality he was in now.

Should I continue?