Okay! I had a request to continue this fic, so I decided to try it. Personally, I'd rather the fic be destroyed and wiped from existence but I like reviews and I want more. So Lebeau-Ishida, this chapter is dedicated to ya, k? Thnx for the review!!

Disclaimers: Don't own and of it but I want to own all of it! Just.everything! Except the Chameleons- those are my own inventions. See "What is Dreaming" for farther details.

A/N: Voyager is no longer lost. Everyone is still alive. They are now supposed to be in "retirement" but you can't keep a good starship crew down! So they're aimlessly flying around the Alpha Quadrant. And for whoever it was that told me you can't have decks 3 and 5 blown off without losing 4 as well, please reread that sentence.it says 3 TO 5, not 3 AND 5. Just a little note. So here it is; the next chapter. As of yet, there are no pairings, but I'm considering putting in a little time warp and having all the star trek crews meeting and mingling.I have some cross-series pairings I want to try out! That is, if I even bother to write more after this!

Chapter 2

"Please, make yourselves at home," the young princess told the crew of Voyager. "These facilities can easily hold your numbers." "We thank you for your kindness," Janeway said to her, her voice still shaky from what she had witnessed earlier. "And I am truly sorry for your losses." At these words the female captain's eyes welled up with tears. "Yes, well, no mission is without its risks." The princess nodded thoughtfully at the captain's words. "I know that all too well," she responded, looking up at the starry sky. "Come back alive," she whispered. The starship captain looked at her curiously then dismissed the thought. At that moment, a young dark-haired woman ran out of the palace, her bangs falling into her eyes. "Miss Relena! Miss Relena!" The young princess turned around, her eyes suddenly bright with worry. "Noin, what is it?" the princess grasped the soldier's shoulders in an attempt to calm her. "Heero has disappeared! Into thin air!" Noin said, her voice panicked. "One minute there, firing at the Leos and Tauruses, and next, he and Wing Zero had disappeared!" The blonde girl turned to look at Janeway and the remaining crew of Voyager. "Please excuse me. You will find your rooms on the third floor, the guest floor. Please arrange yourselves to your liking. I have some.business I need to attend to." Janeway nodded curtly and turned to go, but Tuvok grabbed her arm. "Captain. This is not a logical procedure. We should beam back up to the ship and get supplies to give to our hostess. To not do so would be to lack manners of any sort." "I have the feeling that in this small area they have a much different culture than that of other Earth bases. She is simply being hospitable. I see no reason to give up valuable supplies that we may need in the future." "You are the Captain. I, however, am un-nerved by the girl's serious lack of discipline and manners. Not all is as it seems." The Vulcan then turned away and followed the rest of the Voyager crewmen to their temporary living quarters. Janeway paused thoughtfully for a moment and then also followed. Once they were gone, the two women continued their heated conversation. "What do you mean, just disappeared?" Relena asked urgently. "There was some sort of rift or ultrasonic wave that passed by, probably heat from a solar flare. Once it was gone, Heero was gone as well." "How hot would it have been, Noin?" "Not hot enough to incinerate a Gundam entirely so as to leave not a trace. One other thing; just as he disappeared there was a laugh of some sort, like an omnipotent being or something, do you know what I mean?" "I don't think-" Relena's next words were cut off as a starship entered the Earth's atmosphere, heading for a crash-landing in a 25 kilometre square meadow. Relena and Noin headed for it at a rushed pace, not bothering to call Pagin. As they reached it, the docking doors opened and a bald man emerged flanked closely by an android, a man with numerous ridges and dark skin, and a young black man wearing some kind of visor over his eyes. Next to the bald man- the women noticed the indicators of rank on his suit, as indicating he was the captain- was a middle-aged male. "Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Federation Starship Enterprise. We require your assistance." He held out his hand in greeting. Relena took it in her own and shook it, staring into his eyes. "I see. Well, we shall have to put you up in our palace, as your ship is clearly not in any state to be living in-"Once again the princess was cut off (A/N: I hate hearing Relena talk, actually) by a flaming starship plummeting towards the meadow. The five men who had come from Enterprise turned in surprise as they watched the almost identical ship's doors, waiting to see who would emerge. A slightly aging man walked out, accompanied by a man who reminded Relena of the other one- Tvik, he was called, she thought- and marched up to the seven people standing on the charred grass. "Captain James Kirk of the Federation Starship Enterprise. We request your assistance." Relena nodded mutely in amazement and despair- the third floor wasn't big enough to hold all these people!