Okay, so here is chapter 2 of my story, I wrote this a while ago, but wasn't too sure about but now I just thought I would go with it. I will not reveal who his father is just yet, b/c I am interested in who you guys think is his father, I narrow it down to two, and leave some hints so I can't wait to see what you guys think LOL!!!

Dean paced back and forth, every now and than he would stick a finger nail in his mouth and nervously bit it. He glanced at the captain than at the doctor, they both seemed to be in deep thought.

The door to the conference room hissed open and Chakotay, B'lanna, and Tuvok walked in, all three nervously looked-up, he wasn't here, they wondered if they could keep this a secret. Dean resumed his pacing and nail biting.

"Dean…." Janeway spun her chair towards him, "maybe you should sit down. I know you are nervous, but I think it would be better if you sat down." Dean nodded his head and sat in between the doctor and Chakotay.

He started to tap his fingers on the table, he wondered if his father still looked the same as he remembered, it had been such a long time, had he remembered his face properly or did he just make things up, and forced himself to believe that was what he looked like. After his father's death, he forced himself to memorize every feature, his voice, his smile, his embrace, his hair, his eyes, he couldn't forget his eyes, they looked back at him everyday, he had his father's eyes, he knew it!

Flash

Whips, Screams, a woman screaming.

"Stop! Please, not in front of our son!"

Dean got-up, he wished he didn't remember he wished he could forget, but if he forgot how his father died, than he would forget his father, he would loose that spark, the drive, the rebellious streak that burned every time he fought the Mez'aps. He shot-up, Chakotay noted his odd behavior.

"Are you alright?" he inquired, Dean turned around to face him, realizing the man was talking him.

"Hm! Um…..yeah, yeah I…I am!" He sat back down biting his nails.

"Are you sure?" He hedged

"Yeah…I'm a bit nervous….um, meeting the crew and everything, heard a lot of good things about you guys, about the ship, just very….excited." Dean scrunched his face, realizing how lame that sounded, he bit his fingers again.

The door hissed again and Seven walked in, Dean noted how beautiful she was and smiled at her, in turn he received the usual Seven response and his smile disappeared. Chakotay wanting to make the man at ease decided to make some small talk.

"So….Dean, right?"

"Yeah, Dean."

"What planet are you from?"

"Oh, well I am half-human, my mother is from a species called the Cor'tans, Voyager will…."

"Dean, please don't tell us when we will encounter your home planet." Janeway interrupted, she knew she would have to keep an eye on the young man.

Dean scoffed, and scrunched his face "It's not that big of a deal…."

"I know it doesn't seem like it would impact our timeline, but even a small bit of information will effect our and yours."

"The Cor'tan, species 75686, the Borg encountered them 3 years ago, an advanced species with an interest physiology, and a very unstable government, they have a violent history. Unfortunately they are the only species the Borg couldn't assimilate."

"Really? Why not?" B'lanna asked.

"They Borg tried to assimilated 37 of species 75686, but they all died once the Borg nano-probes were injected into their system."

"An interesting physiology? What do you mean by that?" Chakotay was interest now.

"She most likely means my blades and how our spots..." He pointed to the small cluster of spots that started at edge of his eyes and around the side of his face. "...changes with moods." Chakotay scrunched his face, now this was interesting…blades?

"Blades?"

"Well, I can't go into details….prime directive and everything." Dean said looking at the captain, making his displeasure with her orders known.

Janeway closed her eyes and took a deep breath; she knew that comment was directed to her and her orders. She understood his frustration, she wanted to go tell her friend herself, the last thing she wanted was for her friend to die. But, what would be the consequences of telling him, would things be better if she let Dean warn him of his impending death, or would it be made worse. She couldn't tell, too little was known about the circumstances of the young man's death and the outcome.

She remembered their conversation yesterday, Dean brought up how his father would put him on his back and they would soar through their house, his father was the shuttle craft and Dean was the pilot, they went through turbulence, fought the Romulans, and saved Starfleet from the Borg at Wolf 539. Janeway noted the way the young man idolized his father, he was perfect in the young man's eyes. She got a knot in her stomach just thinking of her friend's death, leaving behind a woman he loved and their son.

She opened her mouth to say something to him but then the door hissed once again and Tom and Harry walked in and both sat down. Janeway, the doctor, and Dean all starred at them, making both men uneasy.

"Something wrong?" Tom inquired

"No!" Janeway, the doctor, and Dean all said in unison.

The two young men looked at each other, but nothing else was said about the matter.

"Let's begin, what are the damages to the shuttle."

"Its pretty damaged captain, replicators, and weapons are damaged beyond repair, life support, warp core, and navigation are damaged but they can be repaired." Harry said.

"But, we have a small problem with the navigational systems. The database of where the ship has been is stored in one of the consoles, when it is damaged a back-up system is set-up, we have to upload the database back into the console. Every time we upload it, the console looses power." Tom explained.

"That's nothing new it's a tricky little bastard, but it can be fixed." Dean explained.

"But, we're worried you will loose all the information, possibly even loose navigation all together. It might be better to download it onto the ship's computers, repair navigation and then download the information back onto the console once the navigation is repaired."

"We can't do that, it interferes with the prime directive." Dean looked back to the captain, who was more than irritated by the young man's snide remarks.

"Do it, but put a security feature on so our new guest would be the only person to access the information." She met his stare, making it more than clear she wasn't going to change her mind on this one. "What do we have on how Dean was sent back through time?"

"We found a worm whole about 7 light years away, it is highly unstable, and there seems to be an electrical storm within it." Seven stated flatly.

"I don't remember going through a worm whole." Dean said scrunching his face.

"What do you remember?" Chakotay inquired.

Dean was silent for a moment, trying to remember what had happened. "I was in a dog fight, two ships, fast, heavy weapons, heavy damage to my ship….as you all know." He smiled "I thought I was dead, I hit my head….than next thing I know I'm rescued, I never went through a worm whole."

He bit his lip, his father wasn't even two feet away from him. He was handsome, he was exactly as he remembered, every feature, he smiled.

"Dean, if you can access your navigational database, we can determine where you were, and how you traveled through time." Janeway said.

"Yes, captain!" He said with a mocking military salute.

Janeway closed her eyes and took a deep breath, trying to calm her last nerve that he was wearing very thin. "I want a report by 1800 hours, dismissed!" Everyone got-up, Dean moved to speak to his father, but was stopped by Janeway.

"Dean…" The young man turned around to face her "I need to speak to you."

"What is it? I want to….your not going to stop me from talking to him, I have a ri…"

"I'm not, I just want to talk to you."

"Okay, what about?"

"About what just happened." She paused to get a reaction from him, he leaned against the table and crossed his arms across his chest. "I don't like the way you were speaking to me, I treat you with respect and I expect the same from you. I also expect you to show respect for me in from of my crew."

Dean was silent, she could tell she wasn't making any headway so she continued. "I'm not your enemy, what would happen if I let you tell him of his death."

He got-up quickly, he eyebrows scrunched together in anger. "You would be saving his life." He shouted.

"Would I?"

"What?"

"Think about it, let's say we warn him and he doesn't change a thing, or maybe he changes what he does and that changes your future, maybe even make it so you never exist."

"You don't actually think that is true? I would still be alive…"

"What if he finds out how he dies and decides that going a certain course is too risky. Any change, no matter how minuet could have drastic consequences."

Dean walked to the window, took a deep breath, and shook his head. She watched him, waiting to get a response from him. "I saw it happen, I can't forget….I just….I can't let him die that way."

Her heart sank, the young man watched his own father die, she wondered what had happened, she was tempted to ask him, but she fought the urge, but instead opted to comfort him. She stood-up and placed a hand on his shoulder, he turned around, a little surprised by the comforting gesture.

"I understand, really I do, but you have to at least try and see where I am coming from. If I could warn him, without disrupting our timeline I would, but I don't know what the future holds, and neither do you." Dean, for the first time since he met Janeway, understood where she was coming from, and accepted her decision, he nodded his head.

"Alright, now I think he's due for some lunch, mess hall, hurry, you don't want to miss any opportunity to spend time with him." Dean smiled and bolted for the door, "Dean, don't have the soup, Neelix made it last week, I don't recommend it." They smiled at each other.

"Thanx for the advice."

"No problem!"

How did he get himself into this, he looked at the brown….no green….maybe it was a yellowish-brown color, he really couldn't tell, liquid. He looked up at the Telaxion who waited eagerly for the young man to taste his soup, a wide smile on his face.

"So….I have eat this with you standing there?" Dean eyed him wearily.

"Oh! No! I just want to know if you like it, if not I got some Taron silk lamb, very tender!"

"Yeah, I bet!" Dean smiled, he dipped his spoon into the strange colored soup than looked-up "You know, you just contradicted yourself."

"I did?"

"Yeah, you said no, than you said you wanted to make sure I like it."

"Oh, I guess I did." Neelix scrunched his face, than said "Go ahead eat! Eat!"

Dean took a spoonful, took a deep breath and placed it inside his mouth. To his surprise it was actually good. "Oh my god! This is good!"

Tom and Harry started to laugh, he looked over at them and smiled than back to Neelix.

"Thank-you, I might have seconds."

"No problem, there is plenty of it in the kitchen." He turned around to go back to his fellow crew members to serve them their lunch.

Dean looked at the two men at the table next to him, he thought for a moment or two, he had to come up with something to say. "The captain advised against the soup."

The two men laughed "Yeah, well, it's an acquired taste." Tom said sarcastically.

Dean took another spoonful and promptly swallowed it. "So, you guys are the lucky fellas to be working on my hunk of junk, eh? Couldn't ask for a better piece of crap!" He said nervously.

"It's not that bad." Tom said, than he thought about it for a second "Okay, never mind it is a piece of junk."

Dean laughed "Yeah, it's an old racer, built for speed, maneuverability, not much on the side of weapons, had to take care of that myself."

"So, you work on your own ship?" Harry asked.

"Yeah, I do….if….if….um…." His hands started to shake, he was sitting here, at the table next to his father, alive and well, happy, maybe staying quiet wasn't such a good idea.

Flash

Whipping

Screaming

Whipping

Screaming

Blood, deep wounds, blood, everywhere!

Dean's breathing became erratic, his chest tightened, the room started to close in on him, he grasped his chest in an effort to force himself to regulate his breathing. He scrambled to get-up, Tom and Harry got-up to help him, he still couldn't breath.

His eyes locked on the flames of the element in the kitchen.

Flash

Flames!

Heat!

Screams!

Begging!

Burning flesh!

Dean screamed, he started to hyperventilate.

"Dean! Calm down! Breath!" Harry commanded as he grabbed the young man on his way down to the ground.

Is it Tom, Harry...Hmmmm!!! Think you know hit the button and give me your best guess!