Hi all. Sorry I haven't updated in a while. But here is the final chapter. There will be an epilogue. Originally the epilogue was suppose to be at the end of this chapter, but this chapter ended up being a bit longer then I thought. Please review.

Oh and by the way I own nothing. I borrowed some of the dialogue from the episode. Here you go. REVIEW!

Back on Voyager Captain Janeway was having Tuvok fire more transphasic torpedoes at the hub as they entered the correct aperture. The complex matrix of Borg infrastructures began detaching from each other and one by one connections exploded along with some of the main structures. The Borg sphere that was still connected to the degrading Queen followed close behind Voyager as the hub itself began exploding. The sphere quickly adapted its weapons to penetrate the new armor and Voyager began to take heavy damage.

"Hull armor down to 6 percent," said Tuvok from his consul.

The ship shook again as more weapons fire penetrated the shielding.

"Hull breeches on decks 6 through 12," said Harry as he held on to his consul as the ship continued to shake.

The Borg sphere opened up their hanger bay preparing to latch on to Voyager with a tractor beam and take the crew hostage.

"I can't stay ahead of them," said Tom as he continuously typed in piloting instructions to the computer.

"The armor is failing," announced Tuvok.

"Where is the nearest aperture," asked Chakotay as he moved away from Tuvok's station and over to Seven's.

"Approximately 30 seconds ahead. But it leads back to the Delta Quadrant," replied Seven with a hint of despair.

"Mr. Paris prepare to adjust your heading," said Captain Janeway after a moments contemplation.

"Yes ma'am," was Tom's only reply.

After several minutes of tension where the only noise was the shking of the ship as it travelled, everything stilled.

"Mr. Paris what's our position," asked Janeway slowly rising from her seat.

Tom typed in a few things into his consul before replying.

"Right where we expected to be."

"The transwarp network has been obliterated Captain," said Seven without being asked.

"We'll celebrate later. Mr. Tuvok."

Tuvok gave an almost imperceptible tilt of his head as he followed the Captain's unspoken command. After a moment of imputations Tuvok hit the final button on the consul. A transphasic torpedo was launch.

In the Alpha Quadrant

Admiral Paris along with Lieutenant Reginald Barclay and several other prominent Star Fleet officers were preparing for a battle. They had watched as the transwarp aperture had opened into the Alpha Quadrant, practically on Earth's doorstep. The Admiral had ordered all available ships in the area to descend on the coordinates of the opening so they could prevent any Borg ships from coming through.

"How many ships have gathered," asked the Admiral to no one in particular.

"Twenty-one sir. With five more on the way," replied an ensign.

At that moment all the Star Fleet ships watched in horror as a Borg sphere exited the aperture. Before anyone could issue a command the sphere began exploding from the inside.

"Cease fire," proclaimed Admiral Paris.

No one had the presence of mind to inform him that no one had fired on the sphere. After a several more small explosions the entire sphere finally exploded and a lone ship flew away from the wreckage.

Meanwhile back on Voyager

"We did it," exclaimed the Captain in a what could only be described as breathless wonder.

Everyone watched as Voyager got progressively closer to the awaiting fleet of Star Fleet ships, the Earth looming invitingly behind them. Everyone slowly began looking at each other wondering why a fleet of ships was gathered. The silence was growing uncomfortable just as Harry's consul beeped at him, breaking the tension.

"We are being hailed."

"On screen," whispered Janeway still in shock.

Following the sounds of instructions being put into the computer, the view screen changed to show Admiral Paris and Reginald Barclay, both looking a mixture of shocked and happy.

"Sorry to surprise you. Next time we'll call ahead," joked the Captain in a shocked jovial tone.

Admiral Paris smiled and nodded, as he stole glances at his son at the conn.

"Welcome back," finally replied the Admiral.

"Its good to be here," said Janeway finally regaining her voice.

"How did you..."

"It will all be in my report sir," said Janeway cutting off the Admiral's question.

"I look forward to reading it," smiled the Admiral, understanding that the Voyager crew was overwhelmed at being home.

The hail suddenly ended and from the view screen the fleet and earth could be seen again.

"Thanks for your help Admiral Janeway," whispered the Captain.

"Sickbay to the Bridge."

Everyone looked up having forgotten for the mission that B'Elanna was in labor, and forgetting for the moment that Earth loomed in front of them.

"Mister Paris if you are finished I suggest you join me here."

Tom became nervous and temporarily froze, scared that something had gone wrong and that the Doc did not want to break it to him over the comm system. Then B'Elana's yelling broke through his frightened stupor.

"Ahhhhhhhhhh. Damnit Flyboy you are never touching me again!"

Everyone burst out laughing at B'Elana's exclamation.

"You better get down there Tom," said Janeway as she chuckled.

"Yes ma'am."

Tom jumped up and all but ran to the turbolift, happy that he would actually get to be by his wife's side during the birth of their daughter. Captain Janeway first looked to Chakotay about to tell him that the helm was his, but she paused for a moment. We actually want to arrive on Earth in one piece. If Chakotay takes the conn we may crash.

"Mr. Chakotay...," the Captain trailed off.

"Actually Erin."

Erin looked up from her seat next to Q.

"Yes Captain?"

"The helm," said the Captain as she gestured to the seat Tom just vacated.

Erin's eyes widened in shock, but a smile quickly formed on her face and she leapt up and practically ran over to the conn. Seven and Chakotay both smirked and beamed with pride that their daughter was about to pilot the ship.

Janeway sat down in her chair and faced forward.

"Set a course, for home."

That one statement was full of so much emotion. Happiness and relief at being home and yet there was more then a hint of sadness that they were no longer going to be together. Voyager started to glide forward as it was escorted home by the fleet.