In an empty, cavernous room in the Temple of Epona, the dingy, dark abandoned pile of rubble along one wall suddenly roared into life. Though no one was there to see it happen, the portal's opening blazed a bright white-blue. After a couple of seconds, two women were ejected and landed roughly on the floor.
"I think we made it," Lauren said, looking around.
Bo stood up and brushed off her clothes. "I think you're right." She offered a hand to Lauren and helped the doctor to her feet, pulling her upright with enough force that Lauren ended up off-balance and fell into Bo's arms. It hadn't exactly been an accident, and Bo kissed her with enthusiasm.
"Finally, we're alone and no ship's captain or doctor or alien attack is going to interrupt us," Bo said.
A piercing shriek reverberated throughout the cavernous room, startling the women. They turned around to see two Priestesses of Epona entering through a doorway, clearly alarmed at their presence. As they watched, the priestesses took a deep breath and then screeched again at the top of their lungs.
Lauren winced.
"You know how interdimensional travel always gets my motor running," she said. "But the screaming priestesses are killing the mood. Also, it smells like dead Revenants."
"No argument here," Bo agreed.
"Let's go home."
THE END
Author's note: I hope you had as much fun reading about two inhabitants of twenty-first century Faeronto gallivanting around the Delta Quadrant as I had writing about it. My representation of Janeway and Seven owes a lot (a lot A LOT) to Gina Dartt, who wrote the authoritative J7 fanfic. If you love Star Trek: Voyager and want to read some truly excellent fanfic, just google "gina dartt" and you'll find her website, Novel Expectations. Start with the Just Between series, and go from there!
This story is dedicated to my wonderful spouse, who is always enthusiastic and encouraging whenever the fanfic bug bites me. Thank you for assimilating me, darling.