A/N: I realize I haven't been very fair to the Doctor's character, so I figured that I'd take a swing at rewriting Projections instead of rewriting Initiations. And let me know if this shows up, I got a couple of PM's saying that the last post didn't show up unless you went into the first chapter of the story, so hmmm, I'm no computer genius so I don't know what happened! Also you're more than welcome to toss story ideas my way. Sometimes other people's ideas are better than what I come up with on my own haha. Please leave a review if you can, I like to hear what you think about my writing :).

PROJECTIONS

"Please state the nature of the medical emergency."

The EMH found his sickbay completely empty and in utter disarray. It wasn't like Kes to leave the room in such a state and he found himself getting infuriated that his program had been started when it was apparent that no one was in need of medical assistance. If this was another one of Michael Janeway's tampering with his program he was going to have to speak to the Captain again about putting stronger security codes on his program. "Computer, who activated the EMH?"

"Auto initiation occurred when a ship wide red alert was initiated."

"Emergency?" the Doctor questioned before tapping his combadge. "Sickbay to bridge." Nothing but silence followed his hail. Captain Janeway please respond."

"Captain Janeway is not on board the ship."

The Doctor sighed angrily. "Well then, who's in command?"

"Internal scans indicate that new crew members are on board."

"You mean the ship is empty?"

"Affirmative."

He started to feel what Lieutenant Barrett would probably coin as anxiety creeping into his program. He'd never been aware that he could feel emotions like this before. He was after all programed to deal with crisis situations. "What is the crew's location now?"

"Unknown," the computer answered monotonously.

"Did the go on shore leave? Are they...dead?"

"That information is not available."

"Well can I at least get a ship's status report?"

"Warp core is off line, the ship is restricted to emergency power and auxiliary systems only, structural integrity breach on deck six, deck seven, and deck twelve, deflector shields inoperative, weapon's array off line, communications off line-"

The Doctor had begun pacing around sickbay. He finally interrupted the computer. "Alright I get the idea. What caused this damage?" The computer quickly responded that the information wasn't available. The Doctor sighed, "of course it isn't." He strode purposefully into the office and accessed the personal computer. "Computer, transfer all the bridge logs to this station."

"Accessing bridge logs."

"Replay last log entry."

Kathryn Janeway's tired and worn face appeared on the static screen. Her hair was falling out and it looked as though the bridge was falling a part around her. Her log came in bits and pieces, breaking up thanks to probably damage to the main computer core. "Heavy causalities...the warp core is going critical and the injector system is off line...I've ordered all personnel to abandon ship...Lieutenant Torres and I-"

Here the message cut off and was gone. The Doctor stared at the screen in for a moment as another new emotion plagued his system. What would Lieutenant Barrett say about this emotion? Fear? "Computer have any escape pods been ejected?"

"All escape pods were ejected at twenty one hundred hours."

"Scan the ship for any humanoid lifeforms."

"There are no humanoid lifeforms aboard this vessel."

The Doctor set his jaw. "Well, I'm glad everyone bothered to say good bye." He sat down in his chair and stared at the black screen of his personal computer. Lieutenant Barrett had suggested once that he keep a log, of course she had done so when he was angry with her and she didn't want to listen, but never the less he had taken the suggestion to heart. Now seemed as good a time as ever to record a new edition. "It appears that the Voyager crew has abandoned ship. Apparently they encountered something that caused a vast scale of damage. It seems that my services are no longer needed. I will be terminating my program. If anyone should read this log my program can be reactivated using-"

Something was trying to bang their way through the doors. The Doctor stood, surprised. "Hello?"

There wasn't an answer and he tried to stealthily make his way closer to the doors as a pair of hands appeared between them. He grabbed a hypospray and loaded it with a sedative. Pressing his back tightly to the door he called out again, "Hello?"

A body soon pressed itself in between the doors and the Doctor grabbed a hold of the intruder's arm. He had almost pressed the hypospray to the intruder's neck when the person turned and yelped. "Doctor! What are you doing?"

"Sorry," the hologram mumbled putting the hypospray down. "I didn't realize it was you Lieutenant."

Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres shook off the near disaster. "It's alright. I guess being alone in here would make me a little crazy as well." She pulled her tunic down tightly over her torso and winced.

"I thought the crew had abandoned ship?" the Doctor asked.

"They did."

"What happened Lieutenant?"

"We were attacked by the Kazon, caught us by surprise," B'Elanna explained. "Before we knew it every system was damaged the warp core was breaching. Captain Janeway ordered everyone into escape pods. The Captain and I stayed behind to stop the breach."

The Doctor led her to a bio bed to examine the arm that she was nursing. She was one to often turn treatment but usually came around if Joe Carey or Commander Chakotay dragged her to sickbay. "I can see that you were successful," he said grabbing a medical tricorder and running it over her arm. He frowned when it didn't show any readings. He picked up another one. "Hmmm, these tricorders seemed to have been damaged in the attack as well." He decided to just treat her for a broken arm because that's what it appeared to be anyway. While treating her, he asked, "What happened to the crew?"

B'Elanna scowled. "The Kazon used a tractor beam to tractor all the pods and went to warp before we could track them."

"And the Captain, where is she?"

"A support beam struck her just as we got the core stabilized. I didn't want to move her."

The Doctor nodded. "Very well, take a med kit and I can walk your through treatment."

B'Elanna shook her head. "Communications are down. I'm going to have to transfer you directly to the bridge."

"Did you forget that I can't leave this room?"

"Actually," she said quirking a grin. "We've installed holo projectors in key areas on the ship. We just haven't tested the system yet."

The Doctor looked confused. He'd never heard of any project about installing projectors to transfer him to other areas on the ship. "I wasn't aware that this project was in place. Where on the ship will I be transferable to?"

B'Elanna tapped some keys on the computer and accessed the projectors. "Key areas of the ship, decks one through five, the bridge, engineering, the mess hall, and the cargo bay. Sorry we didn't tell you, but the Captain didn't want to get your hopes up. This uses a lot of energy and we're not even sure it's going to work. Now I just have to figure out where to get that energy from right now since we don't have a lot in reserves."

"I'm thankful for the Captain's compassion, but next time I'd liked to be informed," the Doctor informed the Chief Engineer. "And why don't you just reroute power from life support from the lower decks since the crew is not on board?" He was surprised she didn't think of that sooner. The B'Elanna he knew would have thought of that immediately. Her slow thinking must be an after affect of the shocking twist of events.

"Good idea," she said typing the keys to make is possible. "Okay, it's going to take some time before the system is up and running."

The Doctor paced around sickbay while he waited impatiently for the transfer to be ready. His holographic mind couldn't put two thoughts together and he was surprised by this because he wasn't programed to have errant thoughts. But he kept coming back to how something did feel quite right, the computer not picking up any life signs when two humanoids had been on board, the tricorders not being able to read B'Elanna's life signs, and the hidden project to transfer his program all over the ship. Two and two didn't seem to be adding up.

"I'll contact you once I get communications up."

"I assume that there is still an emergency med kit behind the tactical station," the Doctor said snapping back to reality.

"Of course."

"Well then, let's get on with it."

B'Elanna nodded her head. "Alright, I'll be talking to you soon, unless this doesn't work and I'll be seeing you in five seconds." The Doctor nodded his head and waited anxiously. "Good luck," Torres told him.

"Thanks, I think I'm going to need it."

In an instant the hologram found himself on the bridge. Smoke and sparks filled the air from the damage. There were several support beams hanging precariously low and he had to duck and pick his way through the debris, which included a couple of dead crewmen or he assumed they were dead, the tricorders from the med kit were not working as well. After checking each crewmen for life signs and coming up empty he made his way to the unconscious Captain Janeway.

She was bent over the top steps leading down the helm, hair falling out of place and the Doctor could see that there was a large bruise on her forehead. He knelt down and pulled out the tricorder and ran the scanner over Janeway's body. No readings up. Frustrated he loaded some medication in a hypospray. He didn't need the tricorder to tell him that she had a concussion. Pressing the hypospray to her neck he helped her sit up when she started to stir.

Janeway sat up holding her head and gazed at the hologram. "I see the new emitters are working."

"There are indeed. How are you feeling? Any dizziness, nausea?"

"No, but I have a hell of a headache."

"That's understandable, you have a concussion."

Janeway rubbed her temples. "The crew?"

The Doctor frowned. "Unfortunately captured by the Kazon."

"Even the children?" the Captain asked in a strained voice.

"Even the children," the Doctor repeated softly.

He hoped she wouldn't go into some sort of state that he didn't know how to treat. While some psychology had been apart of his background he wasn't a trained counselor. He glanced at the empty seat usually occupied by Lieutenant Sarah Barrett. His mind focused on the young woman know. At times she was his only ally but then there other times that she was really just a thorn in his side. More often than not she was a thorn. She wanted him to be more patient, more friendly. Well patience and friendliness were not a part of his program. He wondered if she was telling Tom Paris to be less hormonal.

Janeway was attempting to stand but needed some assistance in doing so. She was another human that was complex and infuriating to the Doctor. She refused medical help half the time and blatantly defied his orders when all he had was her health at the center of his concerns. She couldn't very well run the ship dead, now could she?

"Let's see if we can get power up. We can't mount a rescue mission without power," Janeway said climbing over support beams to the science station. "Do you think you can help me Doctor?"

He followed her. "If anything is like a medical procedure then, yes, I think I can be of service."

Janeway smiled. "Alright then, let's get to work."

"Neelix to bridge! I need help in the mess hall!"

"Neelix? What's wrong? Can you hear me?"

"Yes I can hear you Captain! We have an intruder!"

Janeway shook her head. "With the turbolifts down it would take me over half an hour to get there." She looked thoughtfully at the Doctor. "But you could go."

"Me?"

"Yes, I'll transfer your program to the mess hall."

The Doctor nodded his head and waited. When he rematerialized he had to duck a ladle being tossed at his head. Mister Neelxi was hiding in the galley, throwing random kitchen utensils at a Kazon soldier hiding behind over turned mess tables. The Doctor's opinion of Mister Neelix was this, he was obnoxious. However the Talaxian's verbal tirade and throwing of various kitchen tools gave the Doctor the perfect opportunity to slip behind the Kazon solider and knock him out with the very ladle that had been thrown at the hologram's head. Not before one of Neelix's attempts to hit the Kazon managed to hit the Doctor on the side of the head. "Ouch!"

"Oh, sorry Doctor, I didn't see you there. Are you okay?"

"I'm not supposed to feel pain!" the Doctor exclaimed bringing a hand to his head.

"Maybe something is wrong with your programing?" Neelix said, appearing suddenly at his side.

The Doctor pulled his hand away and saw a red, sticky liquid covering his fingers. "Blood? I'm not supposed to bleed! It's not in my programing!"

Neelix knelt down to examine the cut. "It doesn't look too bad, superficial really. You should be okay."

"Okay? This is not okay!"

"Maybe your program was damaged in the attack."

"Yes, yes that has to be it."

But even as he asked for Captain Janeway to transfer him back to sickbay so he could examine his program he got a sinking feeling that something other than the holo emitters or sub routines was wrong.