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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 16:

Lost

Awareness came back to Tom in the form of a splitting headache. He tried sitting up from the position he had been lying in, realizing that instead of the clean, carpeted deck of the Athena, it was the dusty ground of a cave.

            What happened? Tom asked himself, shaking his head to clear up his memories. The last thing he remembered was sitting at the helm, and Janeway was having a conversation with…Suspiria? Was that right?

            Tom stood up taking a look at his surroundings. He was in a cave; one that had a vague familiarity to one he has been in before. He started walking around the cave trying to jog his memory. After a few minutes he stumbled across a door in the cave, and the memory instantly came back. The Vidiian caves, back in the first year of their journey. He, B'Elanna, and Durst had been captured while on an away mission, and forced to work in the mines for them. Worse, they had turned B'Elanna into a human guinea pig, splitting her into a full-blooded human and a full-blooded Klingon.

            Most of the power circuitry was off-line in the caves, and the door was ajar. Using a rock that was lying around, Tom wedged the door open to the barracks where the prisoners had been kept. Now it was deserted. He continued walking down the length of the barrack until he saw someone out of the corner of his eye.

            "B'Elanna!" He started running. "B'Elanna! Oh my God, B'Elanna!" He kept calling as he reached her. Sliding to her side at the ground, he scooped her up into his arms and cradled her head. "B'Elanna," he called quieter, "Come on. Wake up."

            His wife stirred and her eyes slowly opened, smiling momentarily before realization hit her. "Tom?"

            Breathing a sigh of relief, "Thank God. You're ok."

            "Where?-"

            "I don't know. It reminds me of the caves that the Vidiians held us captive in. But I don't see how that's possible."

He helped her to her feet as she shook her head and braced herself on a nearby rock. "No. No, they're-it's Suspiria. She's-"

            "Calm down. I'm sure it's some-"

            "Where's Miral? Tom where's Miral?"

            "I don't know. We'll find her," he tried to calm her.

            But she pushed passed him and stumbled further into the cave, "No, she wasn't sent here. She wasn't- oh God. Where's my daughter!"

            "B'Elanna!" Tom caught up and stopped her from her aimless search. "Tell me what's going on. What do you mean, sent here?"

            B'Elanna huffed as if it were inconvenient to be explaining it. "Suspiria. She thinks Captain Janeway killed the first Caretaker. She's out for revenge. So she lured her here and zapped her entire crew across the Delta Quadrant."

            "The whole crew?"

            "All of us! Scattered to different parts of the galaxy. She tapped into Janeway's worst fear."

            Tom looked past B'Elanna and slowly pulled away. "Losing the crew," he whispered.

            "Miral! Baby, are you here?" B'Elanna had in the meantime begun staggering around the abandoned caves. But Tom was too stunned to move. He knew. Somehow he knew. He and his wife were the only people on this planet. No ship. No supplies. And their daughter was gone.

            Tuvok watched the sky shifted as he felt himself being lifted from the ground. Although delirious, he could tell that he was on some sort of stretcher. Voices around him spoke in a foreign tongue, and the blood red clouds taunted him from above. "Please. I must…know. Where…" he tried. But the voices did not respond. It could have been hours or minutes, he couldn't tell which, but he was eventually carried inside a dark complex, as more voices surrounded him. He tried to move him head but was pushed back to the stretcher. An order was barked aloud and piercing lights came on, blinding the little vision he had.

            In the midst of the commotion, Tuvok turned his head and squinted as his pupils came back into focus. He looked at the bed next to him. The man's head and torso were drenched with blood. A gash had seemed to be purposely cut into his forehead surrounded by reddish-brown scarring…and Indian markings. "Commander!" he called. But the man didn't move, and lights shut off.

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Author's Note: Soooooooooooo sorry it took so long to update this. Hopefully all our faithful readers will come back because we've so enjoyed your reviews. It's what's kept us from giving up on this completely. It won't be so long next time between updates…scout's honor! Enjoy!