Harry tried to fling himself off the transporter pad, but it was too late. The transporter field shimmered around him, cutting off his last view of Tom at the controls.

A bright light cut through the transporter field. "Core breach," Harry thought. "Goodbye Tom." He closed his eyes against the light, wondering if death by explosion would be better than death by vacuum if this didn't work.

He opened his eyes. He was back on the old shuttle. Smiling with relief, he ignored the buffeting of the time-stream around him, and opened a channel to Voyager.

"Ensign Kim here," he said. "Anybody want to get me the heck out of here."

"Koshictch haataclu?" The Captain's voice asked. Harry blinked at the intercom. "Digitama vu araglia? Ladga?"

Unbelievable. It SOUNDED like the Captain. But the words..

Chakotay was shouting something now, but Harry couldn't make out a word of it.

He looked down at the console. Everything was in the right place, but none of the words made any sense. The language was completely different.

"Wrong time," he whispered. He wasn't home yet.

"Taragaimel oncuh eli!" the voice pleaded.

"Sorry," Harry mumbled, and cut the connection. Punching at the controls from memory, Harry swung the shuttle back towards the time stream and recreated the scans he'd been performing at the moment of the accident. "Maybe it was a 36 instead of a 45-delta wave scan.."

Seconds before he hit the time-stream again, Harry set the transporter for delay, and jumped onto the pad.

Nothing happened.

It's not gonna work, Harry thought. I hit the wrong controls the time- stream damaged the equipment the delay was set too short..

The transporter field kicked in, and Harry disappeared into shimmering light.

He blinked, and looked around. The inside of the old shuttle. Again.

He looked down at the controls. Everything was readable, the language was normal. He looked around him. Everything SEEMED okay, but..something wasn't right. He just felt..odd..

Looking out the viewscreen at the edges of the time-stream, Harry punched in a channel to Voyager.

"Um..Harry to Voyager, is everything..okay?"

"Welcome back, drone 462A-Beta," a voice purred, not over the channel, but in his MIND, as a Borg ship dropped into view.

Harry slowly tore his gaze away from the ship to look at the smooth, reflective metal of the bulkhead.

His terrified face, covered in delicate Borg implants, stared back at him.

He never did remember the next few seconds. He simply became aware that he'd turned the shuttle around and blindly reset the sensors as a voice he didn't recognize as his own, hoarse from screaming, whimpered "I'm not me I'm not me I'm not me I'm not me I'm.."

Setting the transporter, trying not to look at his hands, Harry threw himself at the transporter pad, ignoring the feel of metal in his skin, the taste of the implants in his mouth, and the voice in his head, calling him back to the ship..

The transporter shimmered around him, the voice became silent, and he blinked at the familiar surroundings of the old shuttle. Again.

He frantically patted his face. No metal, just skin. He glanced at the controls. No gibberish, nothing out of the ordinary.

He opened a channel. "Voyager..?"

"Harry!" the Captain's voice called over the channel. "Hang on, we're trying to beam you back now."

"Wait wait!" he shouted. "Before you do..is Tom there?"

A long pause. "Yes, he's here, why?"

"Everybody's okay then?"

"Yes, just fine." More impatient this time.

"I'm still just an Ensign, on Voyager, in the Delta quadrant?"

"Yes, Harry Kim, Ensign, assigned to Voyager, soon to be the LATE Ensign Harry Kim if we don't beam you out of there right now!"

I'm me again, he thought as Voyager's transporter beam surrounded him. No fiancée, no design job, just me.

The thought felt right. A little sad maybe, but right.

The transporter room materialized around him, with Tom, B'Elanna, and Tuvok waiting for him.

"Good to see you, Harry," Tom said cheerfully.

He opened his mouth to reply, and suddenly found his arms full of B'Elanna, who was squeezing the breath out of him.

"You EVER scare me like that again," she whispered fiercely into his ear, "and the wedding's off." He heard the laugh in her voice, but he also heard the relief. He tried to say something again, but she was kissing him, hard, as his hands slid up to tentatively touch her hair, her face..

A chuckle made them look up. Tom was grinning at them. Tuvok cleared his throat.

"Welcome home, Ensign Kim,"

"Yeah," Harry said, smiling down into B'Elanna's eyes. "Close enough."