Disclaimer: Sorry, not mine.
A/N: This is my first multi-chapter fic for Voyager, so updates will probably be on the slow side and any criticism/ideas will be welcomed. Flames will be ignored. Thanks you and enjoy! Oh, this is set to begin somewhere in Alice.
Alice's dialogue.
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Harry sighed as his friend passed him with out notice, again. Tom had been like this for weeks, ever since he'd gotten that shuttle, Alice. Harry shuddered slightly at the name. He'd never really liked that name, even as a child. Alice in Wonderland had always unnerved him, and he'd thought Alice had been a rather foolish girl, not adventurous like most children thought of her.
Harry's sigh quickly turned into a frown as he made his way towards the bridge. Quite aside from the fact that Tom was going to be late, again, for bridge duty, was the fact that Tom was now starting to talk to himself. Well, not so much to himself as to someone only he could see. Kind of how little kids talk to imaginary friends, only this 'friend' didn't seem so friendly. Glancing around, Harry caught sight of a chronometer in Crewman Chitharik's room as he passed. Harry let out a soft gasp as he doubled his pace. He couldn't do much for Tom if he was late too, though Chakotay might've gone a bit easier on them if they showed up late together had the events of the previous weeks, well, not occurred the past few weeks.
As he rounded the corner, Harry was too preoccupied with his thoughts to notice the intruder duck back into the Jefferies tube. Shaking his head, Harry mumbled to himself "This is not going to end well. I wish there was something I could do. Anything to have the old Tom back." With another sigh, Harry continued his way down the hall, trying in vain to direct his thought towards his up coming shift.
Silently, the intruder stepped out from his hiding place. A sly grin began to spread across the man's impish face. "Well, if you insist." Laughing quietly, Q snapped his fingers, then vanished in a blink of light as Naomi Wildman rounded the corner, whistling quietly to herself.
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Sleep did come easily to Harry Kim that night. Tossing and turning for what felt like hours to the exhausted ensign, Harry finally began to drift off as midnight approached. Shifting again, sleep claimed the young man, leaving him clueless to the changes occurring.
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Naomi Wildman was making her usual rounds when she stumbled across something rather more interesting than usual. Standing in front of Ensign Kim's door was a small child. He looked lost, but harmless, so Naomi decided to do the courteous thing and try to make frie-ah, first contact. "Hello." The small boy jumped and spun to face her. "Who are you?" The boy didn't respond. He stared at Naomi, as if judging her trustworthiness. Coming to a decision, the boy turned and fled down the hall. Exhaling loudly, Naomi tapped her comm badge. "Naomi to Lt. Tuvok."
"Tuvok here, " came the voice from the other end of the comm system.
"There's an intruder on board, deck two."
"Acknowledged. Tuvok out." Satisfied with her actions, Naomi set off to track the young boy, hoping that Tuvok wouldn't be too hard on him. It'd be nice to have another kid on board. Seven was nice, but she was…efficient.
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Tom growled as he heard the shuttle bay doors swish quietly open. Really, couldn't he have a minute of peace? Was that too much to ask of this nosy crew? Sliding out from under Alice, Tom closed his eyes and began to fend off the tirade he knew was coming.
"Look, B'Lanna, I know I haven't been spending much time with you, but I really want to get Alice up and running. You said so yourself, she'll be a great asset to the fleet if I can. So will you please just give me a few minutes of peace?"
But it wasn't B'Lanna voice that responded to Tom's rant. This voice was much quieter, less sure of itself, and almost…childish.
"I'm sorry." Opening his eyes, the pilot blinked at the sight that greeted him. A boy, no more than six, was standing, rather self-consciously, in front of him. His eyes averted to his shoes, he rocked gently back and forth on the balls of him feet. "I didn't know anyone was in here."
"How'd you get on Voyager?" Tom knew he should tell someone, Tuvok or the Captain, someone! Somehow though, he just couldn't bring himself to. This was a child; how could any kid be a threat? And yet…Tom wasn't entirely sure he didn't know this kid. Something was definitely familiar…
Tom?
Unlike this ship, though the blonde quietly, though not quietly enough. He could feel a headache building, probably yet another gift from Alice. Shoving thoughts of the rebellious ship to the back of his mind, as best he could, Tom attempted to focus his attention on the boy in front of him. "Well?" The boy continued to study his shoes.
"I don't know." The reply was so faint, Tom almost missed it.
"You don't…know." The boy nodded. "Well, what's your name? If somebody's looking for you, it'll be easier to contact them if we know more about you."
"No!" Gasping lightly, the boy returned his attention to his shoes once more. "I…don't want to go back." Tom exhaled through his nose, counting slowly to ten to try and tame his temper.
"Look, kid, you can't stay here. I'm sure your home isn't that bad, wherever you're from. You have to go back." Slowly, that boy nodded. Tom smiled inwardly. "So how 'bout it? Let's start with your name."
"Harry Kim."
TBC
A/N: Well, that chapter one. FYI, I'm proably going to be changing Harry's past a bit, because that's how the story evolved. If there's something clearly off about some of it, assume it's an intentional change. Comments would be lovely.