*****On Voyager*****

"I've got it," Harry said, halfway shocked that he had actually managed to find the shuttle with the ridiculously slow search pattern that nearly everyone on the ship had been engrossed with for the last few hours.

"Where?" B'Elanna said quickly, praying that it wasn't too deep for the transporter to reach. Picking up Neelix and Ensign Jenkins had strained the transporter to maximum, and the engineering teams had been making quick repairs in hopes of finding the shuttle within the murky black depths of coffee. Unfortunately, the coffee had proved to somehow mask the signature of the Delta Flyer, making the search much more complicated.

"Search grid 1138, coordinates 449 mark 1."

"The transporters should make it that far if the repairs are complete and we tie the transporter beam into the main deflector," B'Elanna kept a running commentary of the situation.

"Bridge to Transporter room. Have you completed the repairs?" Tuvok asked, his voice betraying no emotion.

"Nearly, sir," the voice of Lt. Carry answered him. "They should be coming online relatively soon."

"Relatively soon won't be good enough, Joe, it seems like the Flyer has taken some pretty heavy damage," Tom said over the open channel.

"Just from hitting that puddle of coffee?" Harry said incredulously.

"You're forgetting how hot it is. We've got full transporters, Harry, it's up to you," B'Elanna said, glancing up for a moment, then looking back down to monitor her engineering console. Tom nodded to Harry in reassurance from his position at the helm.

"I've got a relative lock on the two of them, I'm trying to get a better one. . ." Harry reported, concentrating.

"Their life-support system is offline!" Tom cried out in alarm. "Just get them out of there!"

Harry shook his dark-haired head. "I'm trying." After a moment of silence, he exclaimed ecstatically, "I've got them! They're in sickbay."

Tuvok stood up immediately. "Mr. Paris, you have the bridge."

"I'll come too," B'Elanna said.

"I need to go to sickbay as well. The Doctor may need my help," Tom protested as he left his station.

Harry had been trying to come up with a good excuse for coming as well. When he couldn't find one, he simply entered the crowded turbolift along with the rest of the senor staff. "Ensign Kamar, you have the Bridge," he managed to say to the officer at tactical before the turbolift doors nearly shut on his nose.

"But sir, I-" Kamar started to say nervously, but realized it was no use. Looking around the deserted Bridge, he raised an eyebrow at this opportunity. Sauntering down to the Captain's chair, he slowly lowered himself down.

"Hmm, I could used to this," he said as he leaned back against the headrest. Turning slightly sideways, he put his feet up, and dozed off.