A/n: So now that "The Hansen Identity" is finished I'm finally starting this fic. It's a C/7 rewrite of "Workforce". Hopefully my changes will make sense when you read it. Thanks to Sweetdeath04 for helping me develop the plot, sorry it's taken me so long to get around to writing it!

"Remember to make sure Neelix doesn't bring back anything biologically contaminated, we don't want a repeat of the Ladari stomach flu incident and I've heard that the Dash'Nar have some pretty strange delicacies…" Janeway reeled off her final instructions to her First Officer, despite the fact all of the senior officers had spent well over an hour discussing this very trading mission in that morning's staff briefing.

"I'll make sure of it Captain." Chakotay assured her calmly, his inner irritation with her persistent lack of confidence in his common sense not even flickering over his handsome features after seven years of practice in hiding it from her. He picked up the PADD with the supplies they needed listed from her desk and tapped his comm. badge, "Ensign Kim, Neelix, meet me in Shuttle Bay 2 and we'll get going."

"On my way Comma…" Harry began to reply before his voice was abruptly cut off by a huge explosion that rocked the entire ship.

"What the hell…" Janeway muttered as she rose from behind her desk, her shocked expression focusing on Chakotay as if she expected him to give her an explanation.

"Captain!" Seven of Nine's strident voice managed to echo through the now static ridden comm. system. "We have hit a sub-space minefield; the ship is being flooded with tetrion radiation!"

"Red Alert!" Janeway ordered sharply as both she and Chakotay ran from her ready room onto the Bridge.

The Doctor whirled away from his latest radiation patient as he heard Sickbay's doors whoosh open once again, expecting another influx of injured and poisoned crewmembers to crowd an already overrun Sickbay, but instead he saw a frazzled and coughing but otherwise uninjured Janeway. "Captain! What's happening?"

"We can't stop the radiation coming in and power is failing, we need to evacuate…" She began to explain.

"I'll prepare the injured for evacuation and we'll…" The Doctor interrupted, for although he was shocked, he knew the crew's bodies wouldn't be able to take much more exposure to the radiation.

"No. I need you to stay here and vent the radiation while we look for assistance."

The Doctor's mouth dropped open in surprise before his concern for his patients overwhelmed him, "But…but Captain, you're all in need of medical care…"

The Captain shrugged, a slight sigh leaving her lips as she said, "Well, we'll just have to make do with med kits for now." She studied him for a moment before suddenly calling to the Computer, "Computer, activate the Emergency Command Hologram, authorisation Janeway Omega 3."

The Doctor's blue medical uniform was exchanged for a red one of command in the blink of an eye. "Captain I…" He stuttered, stunned.

"I want her back in one piece Doctor." The Captain told with a small smile before heading back towards the door, issuing orders, "Commander, start filling the escape pods…"

This unexpected development was now beginning to sink in with the Doctor and he beamed at her, filled with pride despite the situation, "I'll look after her Captain." The Captain gave him a quick nod and left to join the rest of her crew.

Around twelve hours later, long after the drifting white specks of the escape pods had disappeared from view, the Doctor, or ECH as he now referred to himself privately, was standing on the Bridge feeling mildly satisfied, he'd managed to vent the radiation entirely, now all he had to do was restore main power, and of course life support… Yes he'd soon be basking in the crew's praise if everything continued to go to plan… These pleasing thoughts were suddenly interrupted by the familiar sound and sensation of phaser fire hitting Voyager's hull and the Doctor hurriedly ran to the comm., making the attacker's face appear on the viewscreen. "You are attacking the Federation starship U.S.S Voyager, cease and desist or I'll…"

The man's ugly face frowned at him. "This ship is damaged and has no lifesigns aboard, by Quarran law I can take it for salvage. Who are you?"

The Doctor defensively puffed out his chest. "I am the Emergency Command Hologram; I will never allow you to salvage this ship…" He glanced down at the scans of the enemy vessel and gasped, "You and the people who laid the mines, you're one and the same! How dare you…"

The man smirked, ignoring his outburst, "A hologram huh?" He addressed his Computer, "Computer activate the hologram dematerialisation programme."

The Doctor gulped, "Dematerial… "He choked out but before the complete word had left his lips he found himself in the oblivion of deactivation.

The next thing he was aware of was standing in a suddenly darkened Bridge, every console deactivated. "Computer, show me what's outside!" He ordered. The viewscreen came back to life and he immediately saw that they were no longer in open space but in some sort of cavernous and busy warehouse, he could even see workers outside stripping metal off the hull. His tactical subroutines gave him no ideas on how he could possibly get out of this…

"Excuse me?"

Amal Kotay turned away from the thermal power core he was working on to see a petite brunette woman standing beside him, frowning slightly. "Can I help you?" he asked politely.

"I'm Kathryn Janeway, the new thermal operations engineer." A small, mildly embarrassed smile crossed her features, "I think you're doing work assigned to me."

Amal extended his hand to her, which she gripped strongly. "Amal Kotay." He introduced himself before realising that he still expected him to move. "You were late so the manager assigned this to me, why don't you let me finish up and then I'll leave you to it."

"I'm a level 6 engineer, what level are you?" she asked, sounding perturbed.

"Level 5." He replied tersely through gritted teeth. Great, another inflated ego, he thought irritably.

She smiled condescendingly at him. "Well then, I'd rather do it myself. Thanks anyway though."

"Fine." He muttered, packing up his tool kit and heading back to his own post but he couldn't resist throwing back at her. "Just try not to be late next time okay? It creates more work for the rest of us and there's already a labour shortage."

"I'll try my best." She replied coolly before turning to the work he'd almost completed. Amal felt a smirk cross his face a short time later when he heard an alarm sound off at her console, guess you're not so skilled after all Miss Level Six, he thought as he headed over to go help her but then saw that Jaffen, one of the managers, had already sorted it and seemed to be getting very chummy with his newest employee. He watched their little flirty exchange with mild interest for a moment; a diversion was a diversion after all, before he saw the tall, golden headed figure of the new efficiency monitor intervene. Even though he couldn't hear the conversation he could pretty much guess what it contained, having had a run in with the woman earlier in the day, probably something along the line of fraternisation not being permitted during work hours… God, he'd never met anyone so dedicated to the preservation of efficiency in his life. Within a couple of minutes of the monitor departing, Jaffen left his newest engineer with a disappointed look on his face. Amal couldn't help thinking that Jaffen would need to try a hell of a lot harder to capture that particular woman's attention.

Annika Hansen, employee number 8586, efficiency monitor at the power distribution centre, glanced down at her pad to read her instructions once again and took a deep sigh before approaching the sweating, dark skinned man leaning over the railing, for some reason she couldn't specify she felt nervous of this man but true to her nature she pushed this feeling back and gingerly touched his shoulder. "Employee number 8583." She addressed him but his eyes didn't even flicker in her direction. She tried again, "Mr…Tuvok." This time he did turn to look at her and she continued, "The records show you haven't received your last three inoculations…" No reaction. She decided to persist, "The inoculations are essential for your health…" She could feel herself start to get exasperated with this strange man. "A sick worker is an inefficient worker!" she snapped, feeling her body give a start of surprise as these words suddenly made him seize her hand and stare into her face intently.

"You are…Seven…of…Nine…" he croaked out.

Annika felt a shudder of unease travel up her back. "Wh…what?"

He frowned at her, as if not understanding her confusion. "Your designation…it's…Seven of Nine."

"No!" Annika told him sharply, attempting to wrench her hand away as an irrational fear gripped her. "My name is Annika Hansen…my…my employee number is 8586…" She cried out as he suddenly grasped the sides of her head. "Let go of me!" She backed against a wall as she struggled, "Security! Help…" The words died on her tongue as pain surged through her head and brought visual images with them, a large silver vessel…a starship, with a huge looming cube alongside it, the crackle of billons of voices… Her breath caught in her throat and a sick feeling knotted in her stomach, finally she managed to wrench the man away but the images lingered…

Amal, alerted by the panicky female scream, ran the short distance to the sound only to see Tuvok, a man he worked with on occasion, being dragged off the efficiency monitor, who was semi-collapsed against the wall, gasping. He heard shouts about the Infirmary but Tuvok shouted loudest, desperately, back at the woman, "I don't believe you are who you think you are!" For a moment, she, ashen faced and gasping, met Tuvok's gaze before fearfully turning away.

Seeing he was nearest, Amal quickly knelt down beside her. "Hey, are you alright?" He asked as he placed his hand on her arm but the effect of their touch was instantaneous, a hot, searing pain coursing through his head. His eyes were suddenly filled by the sight of a little blonde girl playing in what looked like a garden, a man's voice calling her over, shouting Annika but his own voice was louder, overwhelming everything, "Seven of Nine! Annika! Wake up! You're human! Seven…"

Annika meanwhile felt thoughts and emotions flood her with his touch, joy and laughter, fear and anger. Faces were prevalent, a smiling elderly silver haired man with an elaborate blue tattoo above his eye, she knew that the tattoo was something to do with healing… Seeing him comforted her but then a figure appeared, his skin grey and gnarled and hatred flooded her. Then a voice, "Seven of Nine!"

They both jolted out of it at the same moment but recovered differently, Amal instantly pulling his hand away from her as she gasped out, "Chakotay…"

He felt a shiver pass over him as the strange word, or name maybe, hit his ears but he ignored it. "No. I'm Amal Kotay… Did…did…Tuvok hurt you?"

Annika swallowed and looked at the floor, mentally assessing herself. I may be suffering from some sort of shock I suppose but hurt? "No…I don't believe so…" She replied shakily before glancing up at her helper's face and almost recoiling in shock. That tattoo, it was exactly like… She fought the urge to touch it to check if it was real and stood up hurriedly as his concerned and fearful dark eyes stared at her. "Amal Kotay…employee number 8579…"

"That's right." He replied carefully before his face creased in a frown. "You called me something else though, Cha…something…"

Annika rubbed her forehead, she couldn't really remember. "I apologise Mr Kotay. Thank you for coming to my assistance."

"That's okay Miss…" He replied as he studied her, trying to rid himself of the déjà vu sensation he got whenever he looked at her.

"Annika Hansen, employee number 8586." She filled in as he fought the urge to shake his head, that name just didn't seem right for some reason. "I am late for my shift." She suddenly stated, moving away from him by several paces.

"Yeah, so am I but maybe you should go and get checked at the Infirmary first…" He trailed off. She nodded hastily and they both practically ran their separate ways, deeply unnerved by what they'd experienced.

A/n: I hope this is okay; I'm really not sure about it. Please review! If you even remotely like this you'll love "Prelude" by Sweetdeath04, it's also based on "Workforce" and is much better than this.