Author's Note: Enjoy!
Summary: Harry, B'Elanna, and the Doctor have always been known to cause trouble in the delta quadrant, who would have known they'd cause so much here?
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Chapter Six:
Trouble and Transports
**Voyager, Dry Dock at 2307**
The transporter officer in Transporter Room Two beamed onboard her old Captain and Commander. "It's good to see you again, Chakotay," she beamed.
"You too, Jasmine." They walked out of the room but not before Janeway told her, as soon as she got the signal from Tuvok, to lock onto his signal and beam them all on board.
They walked down the familiar corridors and saw the Maquis working hard to make sure it was operational when they needed to leave. They both walked into the turbolift and told it to take them to the bridge.
"It feels weird, doesn't it?" Chakotay asked.
"Just like old times." Janeway looked at him, she missed this, him, them. Even though she visited him weekly, it wasn't the same. It wasn't the same relationship or the same circumstances. In reality, she should be happy for that, but she wasn't.
The turbolift doors opened, and they walked out onto the bridge. It was a mess of Maquis walking around trying to fix this console and run a diagnostic on that. Tools were laying around everywhere and seemed to be neglected until someone needed it.
But through all of the controlled chaos, Tom stood and took the time to say, "Captain and Commander on Bridge.
Everyone immediately stood at attention, just like they would have in the delta quadrant or there in the alpha quadrant. Janeway and Chakotay looked at each; both were beaming. They walked over to their appointed chairs and sat down.
"At ease everyone," Janeway said, getting back into character. She allowed herself the luxury to lean back in her chair and just absorbed everything. But then, she bolted up and started to lend a hand to anyone who needed it; Chakotay following her lead.
**Earth, San Francisco, California, North American**
They hiked through the mountains through the mountains. They were heading for the coordinates preset to take them to Voyager. Tuvok had told his crew to go to separate places and beam to San Francisco from there on Earth.
They had all been assigned shore leave and the Voyager crew had been the first to volunteer to make there plan work. Considering that Voyager was at Jupiter, her long-range transporters were only out of range by about two kilometers. They had made it so the transporters could bounce off of the Philadelphia's.
Crewman Huss, a transporter chief, had decided to stay behind and operate the transporter. And then to erase all mention of it afterwards.
Now, they were all heading for the same spot in the mountains so they could be transported. Once they had reached the top, they were disappointed to see that Harry, Doc, and B'Elanna weren't there yet.
They were supposed to be the first there so they could leave immediately but, obviously, they had been detained. Tuvok, and unanimously the rest of his group, had chose to wait for them as long as possible.
**San Francisco, California Transporter Room**
Doc, Harry, and B'Elanna walked into the Transporter Room and patiently waited their turn. As they did, one of the Transporter Chiefs looked up at them and had to do a double take. He starred at B'Elanna and immediately recognized her. He had seen a picture of the Maquis on Voyager and he never forgot a face. He knew she was one of the Maquis that was supposed to be at the colony.
He looked at the other two and assumed they broke her out. He knew he couldn't let any of them go unpunished. So, he hit the button on his console and notified the authorities.
Five minutes later, it was their turn. He could hear the security officers outside and tried to make it a longer wait for them. "So, where ya headin'?" He asked in a long, drawn out way.
"San Francisco. The outer Transport," Harry answered.
"Starfleet, huh. Nice," the Transporter officer said as he noticed that they were all wearing uniforms. Harry nodded and started to find himself becoming impatient with this man.
He listened to what was going on around him. He heard the footfalls and recognized them as how a security officer walked to avoid detection. "On second thought, we're not going there. Buy," Harry said in a rush.
He grabbed the arms of his confused friends and pulled them along with him through the crowd. He was heading toward the second entrance/exit when Starfleet Security stormed down the stairs.
They turned and started to walk the other way. "You stop!" One shouted at them. And they did. They froze as they realized they were surrounded and had six phasers pointing at them.
The security officers walked up to them. Their commander looked them up and down, scrutinizing them. "We were told that one of you was a Maquis, you all look Starfleet enough," he stated.
"Just look at her, she's half-Klingon!" The same Transporter Officer stated. A low growl came from B'Elanna's throat and the Transporter Officer walked back to his console in fear of the Klingon.
"I'm sure this is all just a misunderstanding. If we could just go, we'll be out of your hair," Harry said. The officer didn't looked to thrilled by that comment, and Harry looked up to see that the officer had no hair.
The commander looked suspicious but said, "Ok, then get out of here. And I expect no more reports that you're causing any trouble."
"Absolutely," Doc said in his optimistic manner. They turned on their heels and ran up the stairs. "I take it we're walking all the way to the Transporter coordinates."
"I guess so."
"Kim to Commander Tuvok."
"Tuvok here. What is you're delay, Lieutenant?" They had walked for almost fifteen minutes and were barely in the middle of the city.
"We...had a little problem at the Transporter Pad. We have to walk all the way from the other side of the city to the mountains. We'll be there in about fifteen minutes. Beam out now. Tell Voyager to scan and beam us aboard in ten minutes or so."
"Very well, Lieutenant," Tuvok responded.
"Ok, so now they know the situation, but what if they look up the Maquis and recognize me? They chase after us," B'Elanna said, keeping her voice down so she wasn't over heard by anyone.
"We can stun them or at least run. Just, no hand-to-hand; we want to keep from hurting them. The more charges on our heads, the worse this will turn out," Harry said.
But as soon as he said it, someone yelled, "Halt, Maquis! Turn slowly." They complied and saw the familiar end of a phaser. The security officer was one of the ones from the Transporter Pad. They must have checked the database and found out who they were. No wonder it took so long for them to track the three of them down.
"Just put down you're weapons and come with me peacefully and none of you will be hurt," the officer warned.
B'Elanna and Harry looked at each other and nodded. They slowly took out their weapons and set them down. "How 'bout you, Doc? Got any weapons?"
"No, of course not!" He declared.
"What's that?" The officer asked, gesturing to the Mobile Emitter.
"Nothing."
"Let me see it."
"I'm afraid I can't do that. You see...that could be bad," the Doctor stuttered out. As the officer was occupied with getting the Emitter from Doc, Harry took the opportunity to bend down and get his phaser.
"I wouldn't." The officer spun around and pointed his phaser at Harry. Harry froze and stood back up. But B'Elanna used the officer having his back to her and distraction to knock him out cold.
"I thought we agreed with no hand-to-hand?" Harry said as he starred at the limp body. B'Elanna shrugged and picked up the phasers.
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I gave you a treat, now I deserve one. Please R/R. **toothy grin and pleading face**
Summary: Harry, B'Elanna, and the Doctor have always been known to cause trouble in the delta quadrant, who would have known they'd cause so much here?
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Chapter Six:
Trouble and Transports
**Voyager, Dry Dock at 2307**
The transporter officer in Transporter Room Two beamed onboard her old Captain and Commander. "It's good to see you again, Chakotay," she beamed.
"You too, Jasmine." They walked out of the room but not before Janeway told her, as soon as she got the signal from Tuvok, to lock onto his signal and beam them all on board.
They walked down the familiar corridors and saw the Maquis working hard to make sure it was operational when they needed to leave. They both walked into the turbolift and told it to take them to the bridge.
"It feels weird, doesn't it?" Chakotay asked.
"Just like old times." Janeway looked at him, she missed this, him, them. Even though she visited him weekly, it wasn't the same. It wasn't the same relationship or the same circumstances. In reality, she should be happy for that, but she wasn't.
The turbolift doors opened, and they walked out onto the bridge. It was a mess of Maquis walking around trying to fix this console and run a diagnostic on that. Tools were laying around everywhere and seemed to be neglected until someone needed it.
But through all of the controlled chaos, Tom stood and took the time to say, "Captain and Commander on Bridge.
Everyone immediately stood at attention, just like they would have in the delta quadrant or there in the alpha quadrant. Janeway and Chakotay looked at each; both were beaming. They walked over to their appointed chairs and sat down.
"At ease everyone," Janeway said, getting back into character. She allowed herself the luxury to lean back in her chair and just absorbed everything. But then, she bolted up and started to lend a hand to anyone who needed it; Chakotay following her lead.
**Earth, San Francisco, California, North American**
They hiked through the mountains through the mountains. They were heading for the coordinates preset to take them to Voyager. Tuvok had told his crew to go to separate places and beam to San Francisco from there on Earth.
They had all been assigned shore leave and the Voyager crew had been the first to volunteer to make there plan work. Considering that Voyager was at Jupiter, her long-range transporters were only out of range by about two kilometers. They had made it so the transporters could bounce off of the Philadelphia's.
Crewman Huss, a transporter chief, had decided to stay behind and operate the transporter. And then to erase all mention of it afterwards.
Now, they were all heading for the same spot in the mountains so they could be transported. Once they had reached the top, they were disappointed to see that Harry, Doc, and B'Elanna weren't there yet.
They were supposed to be the first there so they could leave immediately but, obviously, they had been detained. Tuvok, and unanimously the rest of his group, had chose to wait for them as long as possible.
**San Francisco, California Transporter Room**
Doc, Harry, and B'Elanna walked into the Transporter Room and patiently waited their turn. As they did, one of the Transporter Chiefs looked up at them and had to do a double take. He starred at B'Elanna and immediately recognized her. He had seen a picture of the Maquis on Voyager and he never forgot a face. He knew she was one of the Maquis that was supposed to be at the colony.
He looked at the other two and assumed they broke her out. He knew he couldn't let any of them go unpunished. So, he hit the button on his console and notified the authorities.
Five minutes later, it was their turn. He could hear the security officers outside and tried to make it a longer wait for them. "So, where ya headin'?" He asked in a long, drawn out way.
"San Francisco. The outer Transport," Harry answered.
"Starfleet, huh. Nice," the Transporter officer said as he noticed that they were all wearing uniforms. Harry nodded and started to find himself becoming impatient with this man.
He listened to what was going on around him. He heard the footfalls and recognized them as how a security officer walked to avoid detection. "On second thought, we're not going there. Buy," Harry said in a rush.
He grabbed the arms of his confused friends and pulled them along with him through the crowd. He was heading toward the second entrance/exit when Starfleet Security stormed down the stairs.
They turned and started to walk the other way. "You stop!" One shouted at them. And they did. They froze as they realized they were surrounded and had six phasers pointing at them.
The security officers walked up to them. Their commander looked them up and down, scrutinizing them. "We were told that one of you was a Maquis, you all look Starfleet enough," he stated.
"Just look at her, she's half-Klingon!" The same Transporter Officer stated. A low growl came from B'Elanna's throat and the Transporter Officer walked back to his console in fear of the Klingon.
"I'm sure this is all just a misunderstanding. If we could just go, we'll be out of your hair," Harry said. The officer didn't looked to thrilled by that comment, and Harry looked up to see that the officer had no hair.
The commander looked suspicious but said, "Ok, then get out of here. And I expect no more reports that you're causing any trouble."
"Absolutely," Doc said in his optimistic manner. They turned on their heels and ran up the stairs. "I take it we're walking all the way to the Transporter coordinates."
"I guess so."
"Kim to Commander Tuvok."
"Tuvok here. What is you're delay, Lieutenant?" They had walked for almost fifteen minutes and were barely in the middle of the city.
"We...had a little problem at the Transporter Pad. We have to walk all the way from the other side of the city to the mountains. We'll be there in about fifteen minutes. Beam out now. Tell Voyager to scan and beam us aboard in ten minutes or so."
"Very well, Lieutenant," Tuvok responded.
"Ok, so now they know the situation, but what if they look up the Maquis and recognize me? They chase after us," B'Elanna said, keeping her voice down so she wasn't over heard by anyone.
"We can stun them or at least run. Just, no hand-to-hand; we want to keep from hurting them. The more charges on our heads, the worse this will turn out," Harry said.
But as soon as he said it, someone yelled, "Halt, Maquis! Turn slowly." They complied and saw the familiar end of a phaser. The security officer was one of the ones from the Transporter Pad. They must have checked the database and found out who they were. No wonder it took so long for them to track the three of them down.
"Just put down you're weapons and come with me peacefully and none of you will be hurt," the officer warned.
B'Elanna and Harry looked at each other and nodded. They slowly took out their weapons and set them down. "How 'bout you, Doc? Got any weapons?"
"No, of course not!" He declared.
"What's that?" The officer asked, gesturing to the Mobile Emitter.
"Nothing."
"Let me see it."
"I'm afraid I can't do that. You see...that could be bad," the Doctor stuttered out. As the officer was occupied with getting the Emitter from Doc, Harry took the opportunity to bend down and get his phaser.
"I wouldn't." The officer spun around and pointed his phaser at Harry. Harry froze and stood back up. But B'Elanna used the officer having his back to her and distraction to knock him out cold.
"I thought we agreed with no hand-to-hand?" Harry said as he starred at the limp body. B'Elanna shrugged and picked up the phasers.
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I gave you a treat, now I deserve one. Please R/R. **toothy grin and pleading face**