13 Years in the Future

Borg were crawling along the corridors of the ship. The warp core was offline and the thrusters were down.

They had been hiding in the asteroid belt for three weeks, but food rations were critical and the emergency water rations had only a few days left; so they had had to make a run for it – only one shot of leaving the Borg infected space...the odds had never been in their favour.

"Tom have you got our children to the transporter bay!" demanded Kathryn through her Comm. The Borg were on the bridge now. Tuvok and Kim were struggling to subdue them. They were adapting too fast.
"Yes, the co-ordinates are set," he replied, his fingers busily passing over the controls, "and the new system...it's not rejecting their material!" her husband exclaimed with relief. They could do this.

On the transporter deck the two young children stood shaking, tears streaming down their faces, they wanted to run to their dad but they knew he wouldn't want them to; they had to do what they were told – mum had made them swear.
"Pheobe, Owen, we love you so much. We'll be there. We will be younger but it will still be us," assured their father. His children nodded, and despite feeling terrified he refused to let it show as he held their gaze and he activated the transporter. Before his eyes they disappeared.
"Tom?! -"
"-they're gone Kathryn," replied her husband. She felt as a tear slip down her cheek. She didn't have time for emotions though.

"Computer Operate Self-Destruct Sequence, authorisation Janeway Pi 110 - immediate effect."