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Summary: After a year of being home, Voyager's scattered crew gathers together for one last battle~ but it's not the jolly reunion one might expect… Janeway, Chakotay, Tuvok, Tom, B'Elanna, Harry, Seven, Celes…and some new characters. Enjoy!

Past Re-Visited

By Erin and Rebecca

Chapter 13:

Prison

Captain Janeway sat on the sofa in her ready room, her friend's life was all that was on her mind. The door chimed at that very second. "Come."

            Annika Hanson walked through the doors. "Captain, we have completed modification to all of the weapons."

            "Good," Janeway said as she stood up and walked toward the replicator. "Can I get you anything?"

            "No, thank you."

            "Coffee, black," the replicator performed accordingly as Janeway continued to talk with Annika. "So, how do you feel about all this? Species 8472 was the Borg's most hated enemy."

            Annika hesitated for a moment. "Four years ago, I thought that we had seen the last of Species 8472 when they promised not to come after us."

            Something changed their minds, Janeway thought as she replayed the message they left behind in her head.

            "I am confused as to why they would choose now to attack, after so long a time," Annika continued.

            "They obviously changed their mind, and felt it would be to their advantage."

            "If they can come out of fluidic space at almost any point, why not attack the Athena itself? Why lure it here?"

            Truth be told, Janeway hadn't actually thought about that until now. What kind of trap are they laying? What are they planning? "I guess we'll find out soon, won't we."

            It was about 0800, and Captain Janeway was still in her ready room looking over their attack strategy when the door chimed. "Come in."

            Commander Chakotay walked through the door. "There's still no sign of Species 8472 on our long range sensors."

            "This makes no sense. They wanted me, here I am. Now, they aren't showing up at all. I don't like this waiting."

            "I doubt will have to wait that much longer," Chakotay paused to let Janeway say anything else. When she didn't, Chakotay changed the subject. "Do you know how Tom's doing?"

            "The Doctor released him to quarters late last night, thinking both he and Miral would sleep better out of sickbay."

             "How are the other survivors?"

            Janeway looked down at the report the Doctor had sent her and sighed. "One person is in a coma. The Doctor isn't sure that he'll live. The other one, his name is Josh, woke up about two hours ago. He lost his entire family on that ship." Chakotay would not forget the image of that family as long as he lived. "The Doctor says he should be fine in a couple of days, physically."

            Despite the fact that Janeway muttered the last word, Chakotay knew that she was going to blame herself for any deaths from the Darwin, and any possible future deaths related to this. "Kathryn-"

            Before Chakotay could continue, the door once again chimed.

            Glad to have Chakotay interrupted, Janeway said, "Come." Tom walked through the door. He was wearing civilian clothes, similar to what he probably wore on the Darwin. "Tom," she said, glad to see her former helmsman up and walking around. "How are you feeling?"

            Tom shrugged and simply said, "Better." He sounded completely exhausted, and they both knew what Tom had been up thinking about.

            "How's Miral?"

            "She's good. I'm glad you guys came when you did."

            After a slight pause Janeway walked over to Tom from her desk. "There was something I wanted to ask you. We need a helmsman. I was hoping that you would consider taking a commissioned rank for this assignment. You'd be given the rank you were going to be given had you stayed, the rank of Lieutenant Commander."

            Tom looked down at his feet for a minute, thinking of the conversation eight years ago in the ready room that changed his life. And now, he'd be taking the rank to help save his wife.  "I'd be honored to, Captain."

            Janeway couldn't help but smile. "Good. Dismissed, Commander."

The shuttlecraft flew in a warp speed toward the fleet of Species 8472. The shield modifications made the shuttle impervious to their sensors. Tom Paris slowed the shuttle to impulse behind Species 8472.

            "Weapons armed and locked on," Tom said to the computer logs. "Searching for Klingon life-signs…got it! Preparing to transport."

            But Tom was cutoff by the sudden turbulence.

            "I've been hit. Transporters and weapons are down," he reported to know one in particular. "I've lost shields."

            One last shot from the Species 8472 vessel and the shuttle was destroyed, killing its occupant…

            "…No!" B'Elanna screamed. Every time she fell asleep the same nightmare happened. And every time she awoke, she was in a living nightmare. Her heart still pounding, she tried to convince herself that Tom was still alive. How can he possibly be alive? She asked herself. Species 8472 is merciless …and yet, I'm still alive. Why have they taken me hostage?. B'Elanna looked around her surroundings as she shivered in the prison she'd been lying in for days. Let Tom and Miral be okay, she prayed, and please let me see them again.

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