Title: Two Sides

Author: DragonLady Summery: crossover between Voyager and TOS

Rating: PG

Disclaimer: Star Trek belongs to Paramount. But what they

don't know won't hurt them.





Two Sides

Chapter 1





"Standard orbit, Mr. Sulu." Kirk barely listened to

the acknowledgement of his helmsman as he signed the duty

roster handed to him by a very young looking yeoman.

"Thank you, Derkins. Mr. Spock, anything from the scan of

the planet?"



Spock kept his gaze locked on the monitor as he answered.

"The planet is class M, equal parts of land mass to water.

Vegetation is scattered with varying degrees of density along

the coastal regions. The main land portions appear to be

desert. The temperature ranges from seventy-nine point two

degrees Celsius near the equator, to sixty-five point nine

degrees below zero at the poles." Kirk nodded. At his side,

McCoy made a face. "So in other words, you either freeze

or fry, depending on where you land." Spock glanced up at

the Doctor. "The temperature, though extreme for some

individuals, is hardly life-threatening Doctor." Kirk rubbed his

eyes as he anticipated yet another confrontation with his first

officer and CMO. "I'm sure you'd feel right at home among

the sand dunes, Spock. But those of us with red blood

appreciate a cool breeze now and then."



"If a cool breeze is all you desire, the polar areas should well

suit you." Much as he knew they enjoyed their banter, Kirk

waved his hands to stem the argument. "Alright, alright, can

we get back to business? Spock, did you detect any signs of

habitation by intelligent life?" Spock turned back to his viewer.

"Negative, Captain. Not even basic animal life... very peculiar."

Kirk was about to order another scan when the bridge was

suddenly washed in a brilliant white light. It was short-lived,

but so intense that it nearly blinded everyone on the bridge.

"What in the hell?" At the center of the flash stood, what

appeared to be, a human being dressed in command gold,

rank of Captain.



Kirk balled his fists. "Who are you, what are you doing on my

ship?" The stranger ignored Kirk as he strolled from station

to station. "My my, my. I wasn't aware how primitive you

humans built these early ships." As he spoke, he dragged his

finger along the red railing, checking for dust. "And these

uniforms! They lack style, sophistication! Nothing like the

ones Picard and family wear." Kirk positioned himself before

the invader. "I'll ask you once more, who are you!" The being

sighed. "Why must you humans be so confrontational?"

Straightening proudly, he bowed to Kirk. "I, my dear Captain,

am Q, the most powerful being in the universe!"



Spock clasped his hands behind his back. "Fascinating."

Q transported himself to the captains chair, much to Kirk's

consternation. "Not as comfy as Picards'..." Before Kirk could

ask what he meant, Q suddenly leaped to his feet with a shout.

"Enough talk! You want adventure? I'll show you a real

adventure. Prepare to be amazed!" Sulu whirled around

just in time to see Kirk, Spock, and McCoy

vanish from the bridge.







"Spock..."

"Captain..."

"Jim!"

Kirk's eyes snapped open the moment the paralysis that

gripped his body released. "Spock, Bones!" The other two

were nearby, apparently undamaged by the experience.

Seconds after he opened his eyes, Kirk realized he was

sitting in a forest. "I suppose the most logical question to

ask is, where are we?" Spock stood carefully to his feet.

"Unfortunately, Doctor, the question is only logical if there is

someone present to answer it." Kirk also stood. "And even

more unfortunate, Mr. Spock, the person who could have

answered it seems to have disappeared." The three looked

around cautiously, prepared for anything, except the voice of

a child. "Come on, Neelix, just a couple more minutes?" The

voice sounded as though it was only a few feet away.



"Now Naomi, I promised your mother to get you home for

dinner. How would it look for me, of all people, to allow

you to be late for your evening meal?" Ducking low, the

three officers crept towards the voices. "Alright. But promise

to finish this program with me tomorrow!"

"It would be an honor miss Wildman." As the voice spoke,

Kirk had finally gotten close enough to examine the individuals.

The one was a child, a young girl who looked to be around

nine or ten. She appeared to be human, but for the row of

horns protruding from the center of her forehead. The other,

Kirk had seen nothing like it in all his travels. It resembled a

Terran creature called a groundhog, but was yellow instead

of brown. The sides of its face were covered in spots, and

its hair formed in a crest that stood up straight in the middle

of its head. Its eyes, also yellow, seemed strangely sad, like

a mistreated pup. Kirk ducked lower as the being spoke again.

"Computer, save program and discontinue." Somewhere

overhead, Kirk heard an answering beep.



"Acknowledged."



Suddenly, the foliage he and his companions were hiding

behind vanished, and was replaced by metal floor and walls,

covered by glowing appliances. Kirk looked up quickly, ready

to explain, only to see two large doors sliding shut on the two

retreating forms. "What the hell is this place?" Before either

Spock or McCoy could answer, the doors slid open again.

"...elling you, B'Ellana, you'll love this program!"



"Tom, the last time I tried your program I ended up getting

killed by a robot that shot sparks out of its eyes. The rest

of the program was spent watching you run around with a

laser gun... great, someone left a program running." Kirk

stared at the woman. A Klingon! And a human beside her!

Kirk grabbed for a non-existent phaser, while wondering

why the Klingon didn't attack. "Computer, end program."

A strangely annoyed sounding beep came from above.

"There is no program currently in use."



Tom stared at the three men before him. "This is impossible..."

B'Ellana was already slapping her chest. "Security alert,

Holodeck one! We have intruders!"



Two Sides

Chapter 2





Kirk backed away slightly as the Klingon woman pointed

some sort of weapon at him and his two friends. "B'Ellana,

wait, I recognize these people!" B'Ellana never took her

eyes away from the three men. "I don't care who they are.

They're intruders, and we can't afford to trust them." A

moment later, the doors behind them slid open again to

admit a squad of armed security... led by a Vulcan. Spock

and the other Vulcan raised their eyebrows at the sight of

each other, and both spoke at the same time. "Fascinating."

McCoy groaned. "Now I know where I am, Hell, it has to be."

Kirk ignored the doctor. He was staring at the familiar symbol

affixed to the chest of every person in the room. It was the

Enterprise delta. "Who are you people?" The Vulcan tore

his eyes away from Spock at Kirk's question. "Perhaps it

would be better to have our Captain answer that question."

With nothing to lose, Kirk, Spock, and McCoy followed the

security team from the room.



"This may be difficult to accept, but you are onboard the

starship, Voyager. My name is Captain Kathryn Janeway...

and if you are who you say you are, it has been over eighty

years since your last mission." Kirk felt a strange weakness

pass through his body, but managed to keep from humiliating

himself by sitting in a chair rather than falling to the floor.

"Eighty... years?"

"Eighty-four years, six weeks, nine days, by my calculations."

Reported Spock, apparently unfazed by the revelation.

"Damn it Spock, what difference does it make! Either way

we're trapped here!" McCoy pounded his fist on the table

in frustration. "Gentlemen, I know this must be unnerving,

please be assured we will do everything in our power to

contact Q to have him return you to your own century. In the

meantime, I hope you understand that I must keep your

exposure to this ship and its systems as limited as possible.

Knowledge of future events, as you well know, can have

deadly repercussions." Kirk nodded. "I understand Captain.

We'll abide by your restrictions."

Janeway nodded back. "Commander Tuvok will show you

to your quarters."





"The replicator will provide you with whatever you desire,

and in addition, Mr. Neelix, has offered to escort you to the

mess hall whenever you are hungry."



"Thank you, Mr. Tuvok. Your people are very gracious

to provide for us like this. The Captain explained your

predicament, we promise to limit our replicator use to

essentials." Tuvok dipped his head to Kirk respectfully,

then left the room. McCoy immediately flopped down on the

couch and fell asleep. "I think the good Doctor has the right

idea." Spock glanced at the now snoring surgeon. "Indeed.

Perhaps one of the few he's had." Smiling, Kirk headed for

the shower. Alone, Spock wandered to the computer console.

He tapped at a few buttons, and was unsurprised to see it

disabled. They were taking no chances. Next, he walked to

the nearest viewport to gaze out at the stars streaming past.

He never dreamed he would see this quadrant in his lifetime.



In his century, barely a fraction of the Alpha quadrant had been

explored, much less the Delta quadrant. But even more

intriguing was the source of their present dilemma. Q.

Why had he brought them here? According to Captain

Janeway, he had been plaguing the captain's of various ships

and space stations for years. Why this sudden interest in Kirk?

Or had his interest started with Kirk? Yet Q had mentioned

future events when he first appeared. Quite an interesting

puzzle. In the background, Spock could hear Kirk's shower

stop. Soon after, he heard the Captain lie down on one of the

beds provided for them. Nearby, McCoy's snoring tapered off

as he sank deeper into sleep. For himself, Spock felt no

desire to sleep. He was consumed by curiosity, and though

he would never admit it, desired nothing more than to scan

the system they were passing through. Abruptly, Voyager

dropped out of warp. Spock strained his eyes, but could see

nothing from his position. Clasping his hands behind his back,

he continued his vigil.



"Open a hailing frequency Mr. Kim."

"Channel open." Janeway stood stiffly as the forward

viewscreen blinked away from the reddish planet to an

interior view of some kind of structure. "This is Captain

Janeway of the starship Voyager. To whom am I speaking?"

The figure, whose face was covered by a heavy mask, bowed

to the Captain formally.



"I am Bele, First administrator of the planet Gloth." Janeway

smiled in greeting. "A pleasure to meet you Administrator.

My crew and I have been traveling for many weeks without

stopping to refuel. Our supplies are very low, and we are in

need of some relaxation. Is there a possibility for trade?"

Bele spread his arms. "My people would welcome a visit.

And we can talk of trade when you arrive. Please, feel free

to transport down whenever you wish." Janeway nodded.

"Thank you, Administrator, you are very gracious."



Once the connection was broken, Janeway turned to

Chakotay. "What were your impressions?" Her first officer

leaned back thoughtfully. "He seemed benevolent, and quite

willing to aid us..."



"But?" Chakotay shook his head. "I don't know. He seemed,

almost too eager to have us beam down." Janeway turned to

the tactical station. "Tuvok?"



"I detected no weapons on the planet's surface, nor in the

surrounding space. However, it is possible that some form

of cloaking device could be shielding their defenses."

Janeway held up a finger. "I understand the need for caution,

but we can't let concerns about 'possibilities' prevent us from

acquiring needed supplies. Chakotay, Tuvok, prepare

separate teams to beam to the surface. Meanwhile, I plan to

meet with Administrator Bele to work out a means of payment

for whatever we need."



"Did you rest well, Captain?" Kirk rubbed his eyes as he

slowly glanced about the room. "Never better. These beds

are phenomenally comfortable."



"To say nothing of the couch." McCoy rose from his 'bed' to

stroll over to the others at the viewport. "Any word from the

Captain?" Spock shook his head. "We have received no

contact since our arrival here." Kirk folded his arms in

frustration. "I'm beginning to feel like a prisoner, gilded

cage and all!" Almost that same instant, the door to their

quarters slid open. "Well gentlemen, what shall it be?"

Before them stood the odd little alien they had first spotted

in the 'forest'. "I'm Neelix, and I can provide you with the most

succulent meal this side of the Alpha quadrant." Spock's

eyebrow rose. "Indeed." McCoy crossed his arms. "Do

you happen to have any bourbon in that kitchen of yours?"

Neelix frowned. "Burr-bon? I'm not sure I've heard of that.

But I'm positive I can duplicate whatever it is!" McCoy grinned.

"Well in that case Sur, jus' lead the way!"



Realizing it would be pointless to remain in the room, all three

of the visitors followed the energetic little alien out into the

corridor. McCoy did most of the talking as they walked to the

mess hall. Spock seemed quite content to examine every inch

of the ship as they continued on their way. For himself, Kirk

felt horrible tension building at the base of his neck. There

had to be a reason why Q had brought them here. Until he

knew why, he was going to continue becoming more and

more concerned. He realized the place he wanted to be most

was the bridge.



"Here we are!" Kirk looked up at Neelix's bright announcement.

He was somewhat jolted at the size and opulence of what

should have been a very simple room. Large viewports

displayed the backdrop of stars and a small corner of the

planet they were orbiting. Janeway must have alerted the

crew to their arrival, for not a single person, other than Neelix,

occupied the mess. "So, what shall it be, gentlemen?"



After a very unusual lunch, the three time-travelers were

escorted back to their room by the same route they had

traversed before. "Why do I get the feeling we're not really

welcome here?" McCoy harrumphed, while Spock merely

raised an eyebrow. "I suppose I can't really wish you a

pleasant stay, but I hope it's comfortable at least." Kirk

smiled ruefully. "Perhaps too comfortable." Alone once

more, the three friends set about distracting themselves

as much as possible. Spock retreated to a corner of the

room to meditate, while Kirk and McCoy set up a game of

chess, far enough away not to disturb the Vulcan. Several

hours later, the game having been played three times, with

Kirk winning twice, the Captain had about had enough of

civility. "I don't care what century this is, or what

consequences it has on the timeline, I need to get out of here!"

Striding to the comm unit on the wall, Kirk jabbed at the

controls impatiently. "Kirk to Cap..." Before the words could

leave his mouth, the ship was suddenly pummeled by an

unknown energy source. Kirk and McCoy were thrown off

their feet. Spock, torn violently from his meditations, found

himself pushed up against the wall. "What the devil!"



Before any of them could regain their footing, the ship lurched

again, throwing everyone to the other side of the room. Kirk

felt a body slam into him, and gasped as the breath was

knocked from his lungs. He looked up to see McCoy roll off

his chest. A little ways away, Spock was struggling to his feet,

despite the rolling of the ship.



Only then did it occur to Kirk that he had heard no warning

from the bridge. Whenever a ship was tossed around that

violently, there should always be a call for red alert. Kirk

was about to contact the bridge when the lights suddenly

flickered, flickered again, then went out completely. Outside

their quarters, the three men could hear hurried orders and

frantic sounds of running down the corridor as Voyager's

crew tried to contain whatever had happened. Kirk pulled

himself vertical. "Regulations be damned! Something's

happening, and I intend to find out what it is. McCoy, Spock,

care to join me on the bridge?"



Captain Kathryn Janeway gasped as the jagged piece of

metal was pulled from her leg. "Do not attempt to move,

Captain, you will only cause further injury."

Janeway relaxed against the bulkhead. "Is everyone alright?"

Tuvok showed no trace of distress on his ebony features,

yet his voice carried an uncharacteristic strain. "Lieutenants

Mathers and Icobson were killed when the support beam

collapsed. I have a fractured wrist, as well as an injury to my

back, inhibiting movement. In addition to the injury to your

leg, you appear to be suffering from a concussion."



Janeway felt tears sting her eyes at the loss of more of her

people, but she couldn't allow them the luxury of rolling down

her cheeks. "And the other party?" Tuvok shook his head.

"Whatever caused the damage to the ship has also knocked

out power to most of the decks, including the bridge. I have

been unsuccessful in restoring the comm... and our badges

are inoperable as well."



"We have to get to the bridge." Tuvok raised a brow.

"Captain, I remind you neither you nor I are capable of travel.

Nor does it appear we could escape here were you able to

move." Janeway breathed out heavily.



"I don't know what's worse. The fact that I have no idea what

happened to my ship, and have no way of knowing; or the

probability that we couldn't have done something if we had."





Kirk dodged as another hunk of ceiling threatened to squash

him as it fell from above. He had barely missed the last one.

The proof was in the inch long gash across the back of his

hand. Thankfully, McCoy hadn't fussed about it overmuch.

"Captain, are you certain you know the way to the bridge?"

Kirk grimaced at Spock's question, because he hated the

answer. However, he was saved responding by the sudden

appearance of this century's version of Aphrodite. Kirk could

not remember the last time he had seen a woman so

stunningly beautiful. Kirk took in the blue eyes, thick lashes,

pale blonde hair... Then he started. Two spots on her face

displayed metal appliances of some kind. The metal pieces

seemed to be imbedded in her flesh.



The woman pressed her full lips together as she noticed

Kirk's scrutiny. "Unauthorized personnel should remain in

their quarters during an emergency." Kirk frowned at her

commanding tone. "I assure you, my people and I are fully

capable of handling ourselves in an emergency. Please, let

us help." The blonde raised a metal eyebrow, appeared to

consider his request, then nodded. "I will accept, but only

because there are few alternatives." Kirk smiled. "By the

way, I didn't catch your name."



"It is Seven of Nine. However, it is acceptable to address

me as Seven." Kirk nodded. "I'm James T. Kirk, this is

Mr. Spock, and Doctor Leonard McCoy." Seven glanced

around at the men. "I am familiar with your profiles. Due to

your lack of familiarity with this ship, I shall assign you duties."

Kirk seemed about to protest, then thought better of it.

After all, she probably knew where the bridge was.



Twenty minutes later, after crawling five thousand miles

through dusty jeffries tubes, McCoy found himself in the

sickbay. He had little time to be in awe, however, for he was

immediately set upon by the ship's doctor. "Doctor McCoy?

I must say it's an honor to meet you. My matrix wouldn't be

complete without your program." McCoy cocked his head.

"Your what?" The doctor smiled. "My matrix. I'm a hologram.

Your medical knowledge, as well as your personality has been

incorporated into my holomatrix, along with over a thousand

other doctors and surgeon's from every part of the galaxy."

Spock leaned in closer to the Doctor. "Fascinating." McCoy

sputtered. "You mean to tell me that I end up as part of a

machine? God Almighty!" Spock raised an eyebrow at the

speechless doctor. "Indeed, I find that fate surprisingly

appropriate."



McCoy glared at the Vulcan. "Only another computer

would find fulfillment in that!" Spock clasped his hands

behind his back. "Not so, doctor. It is the fact that you can

be shut off that makes it so satisfying." Before McCoy could

utter an indignant response, Spock and Kirk were led from

the room. The Doctor, meanwhile, watched them

contemplatively as they left. "Actually, I now have the

freedom to turn myself on and off whenever I choose..."

"Oh shut up!" McCoy thundered as he turned to survey

the confusing instruments on the table before him. With

any luck, he wouldn't die of old age before he figured them out.





"Harry, are you injured?" Kim winced as he stood shakily to

his feet. "I'll be ok, I just wrenched my ankle when I fell. You?"

Chakotay stood as well. "I'm alright. Help me clear away

some of this wreckage." Working quickly, they managed to

unearth the rest of the away team. Luckily, whatever had

attacked the ship had done so before they mounted the

transporter pad. The pad was buried beneath about four

thousand pounds of wire, circuits, and support beams from

the ceiling above. "Can everyone walk?" The group nodded,

then followed the First Officer as he led the way out of the

transporter room. "I wonder if the Captain's ok?"

"We can't worry about that right now. Before we do anything

else, we have to get to the bridge." Dreading what he might

find, Chakotay rushed his group down the sparking corridors

to the main bridge. He was halfway there when he ran into

Seven of Nine, and two very familiar figures. "Captain Kirk,

Commander Spock, I see you've been drafted." Kirk managed

a wry smile as he chased after the Commander towards the

bridge. "Believe me, this isn't how I pictured it when I

first arrived."



By the time they reached the bridge, three more crewmembers

had joined them. Chakotay didn't even pause as he passed

through the doors. Not until he saw the condition it was in.

Two of the bridge crew were dead, burned black by multiple

explosions from their consoles. Tom Paris was half slumped

over the helm, valiantly entering commands as he took them

away from whatever had attacked the ship. Shaking off his

dismay, Chakotay began issuing orders. "Harry, to your

station, Rogers, take over at tactical. Elweys, you and

Phillips escort the wounded to sickbay. Tacmore and

Young, head to engineering, find out how badly we're

damaged and report to me as soon as possible."



Turning to the two remaining people, Chakotay shrugged.

"I hardly feel it's my place to issue you orders..." Kirk smiled.

"Spock, find the science station and lend a hand.

Commander? This is your ship. I am at your disposal."

Chakotay nodded grimly. "A ship is at her best with a

Captain on her bridge."