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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 14:
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Harry Kim sat staring at the stars as they flew by. They'd been in a holding pattern for 6 hours and there was still no sign of species 8472. The Captain had put everyone on yellow alert and allowed duty breaks to resume until something happened. Harry as usual, ended up in the mess hall, and as usual, found himself missing Neelix's idle banter and bad food. At a time like this, one of his best friends was missing, the other in complete distress, it would've been comforting to hear Neelix's theories on the screwed up culture of Alpha Quadrant beings.
"Mind if I join you?"
Kim looked up and met the eyes of a tired and worried man. "Take a seat," he said, offering a small smile, trying desperately not to come off as too sympathetic.
Tom sighed as he pulled out a blue cushioned chair and slumped into it. "Miral finally fell asleep. Only took her six hours," he chuckled.
Harry laughed, "She certainly grown the past few months. Starting to look more and more like you."
For a brief moment, Harry caught a glimpse of the old Tom Paris in his sarcastic eyes, "Dear God I hope not."
They laughed a little, and then silence again. It had never been this hard to find the right thing to say. Harry had always prided himself on that ability with Tom. Now, it was a skill that seemed to be lost. What do you say to a man whose wife had been captured and probably tortured by one of the fiercest and deadly creatures in the galaxy?
"Excuse me, Lieutenant?"
Grateful for the interruption and even more so when he saw who it was, Harry brightened up, "Celes. Tom, you remember Tal Celes?"
Tom gave Harry another quintessential Paris look, "How could I forget? You want to join-"
Lights started flashing as the comm system sounded, "Red alert! All hands to battle-stations."
Tom and Harry stepped off the turbolift onto the Bridge as the board Athena tried to evade another shot from their starboard side.
"Tuvok, return fire," Janeway barked.
"How many ships are we dealing with?" Tom asked as he took the helm.
"We have two ships on sensors," Chakotay answered.
The ship was rocked again as the deadly weapon skimmed the Athena's shields. "Are the borg-enhanced weapons on-line yet?" Janeway looked over to Tuvok.
"The are
coming on-line now."
"Fire at will."
Tuvok fired a full spread of borg-enhanced photon torpedoes at the two ships. "Direct hit to both vessels."
Recalling their previous battle from five years ago, they knew the weapon would take a minute to take full affect. Yet when that moment came and went, the two species 8472 ships continued to line up for another attack.
"Janeway to Hanson, what went wrong?"
From astrometrics, Annika had been monitoring their progress, or lack thereof, in the battle. "I do not know, Captain. The weapons were built to the exact specifications from five years ago."
"Then why aren't they working!?"
"They're coming around for another pass, Captain," Tom said, never taking his eyes off the viewscreen.
"Captain, shields are weakening," Tuvok reported.
"Tom, get us out of here," the Captain ordered.
"But, Captain…"
Janeway cut off Tom's protest. "We're not going to be able to help B'Elanna if we're dead."
Tom was about to say something again when Harry interrupted, "Captain, I'm picking up some unusual readings from the species 8472 ships. The Captain, Chakotay and Tom all looked at their consoles, trying to see what Harry detected. "Captain, if I'm reading this correctly, an
inverse tachyon wave should be able to temporarily interrupt their shields."
"I didn't think conventional weapons worked on them," Chakotay looked over to Janeway.
She nodded, agreeing with his statement, but decided to go with Harry's plan. "Chakotay, go help Harry make the modifications. Tom, can you out-maneuver them for a few minutes."
"Absolutely." Tom responded with newfound focus and determination.
Within five minutes, Harry had the experimental weapon on-line.
"Tuvok, be prepared to fire as soon as you detect that the shields are down," Janeway ordered. "Harry, fire."
The deflector dish emitted the tachyon wave towards the two ships, but instead of disabling them, they shimmered out of existence.
"Harry?"
"I'm not detecting anything out there anymore Captain. There're no ships, nothing. It almost seems as if they were holograms."
The Captain stared at the empty viewscreen. What the hell?
The image of empty space was suddenly replaced by the view of a small room. In the far corner of the room was a small figure clad in civilian clothes and unconscious.
"B'Elanna," Tom shouted as he jumped up from his chair. "B'Elanna." He shouted again, hoping that there was some way he could get a response from her; to know she was even still alive. He vaguely heard Janeway ordering Harry to find the source of the transmission, while he stared terrified for his beloved wife.
Just as suddenly as the image appeared, it was gone.
"Harry, were you able to track the source?" The Captain asked.
"No ma'am." Both Harry and the Captain turned back to the front of the bridge where Tom was still standing, staring at the blank viewscreen.
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We usually don't do author's note, but I have to comment on one particular review. Yes…you're right. Harry is not, in the real Voyager Universe, Miral's Godfather…we just think that's stupid! It SHOULD be Harry. The mistake in continuity is on purpose and is the only detail in the Voyager universe we have consciously altered.
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