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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 20:

Sector 001

"Kathryn, do you have any idea the trouble I could be in if Starfleet finds out that I didn't report you to the authorities?" Reggie Barkley's voice wavered as he shakily handed over a data padd to an old friend.

            "Reg, if they know we're near your little outpost here, they'll decommission the Athena and send another willing crew right into harm's way. I have to do this. Me. I have to find her and make her understand what really happened."

            "But suppose it doesn't work," he said, wringing his hands together as he paced the floor of his lab. "Suppose I get you lost out there. We haven't tested the machine on a living organism yet. When Voyager came home, the experiment was terminated because there didn't seem to be a point-"

            "Reggie," Kathryn grasped his shoulders, "That's my crew out there. My crew. I got them into this mess. I'll get them out. 7 and a ½ years, we've battled the Kazon, 8472, the Borg…I'm going to find Suspiria and you're going to help me."

            Reggie sighed, looking for some sign from the so far silent doctor who merely stood in the corner and shrugged. "All right Captain Janeway. Suit up."

* * * * *

            Tuvok's heavy eyes raised under the piercing blue light above. They were at it again. This strain of P'Tals that had decided Vulcans were equitable to lab rats. One eye- gashed and bruised so badly it was sealed shut. The other, strained to glimpse the other man on the biobed, Chakotay. Both men had been without water and food for several days now by his calculations. It was obvious by now that they were entirely alone on this planet. Tuvok had been able to pick up pieces of several more conversations. They had been the only Athena crewmembers found…thrown apparently into a random cavern as if rag dolls. Chakotay was all but useless at this point. Tuvok, ever the resourceful one, and trained for periods of survival much longer than this, kept up the appearances of defeat while he worked tirelessly in his cell at night digging small crevices in the hard red rock. He'd been able to chip away several feet in the cell wall without detection.  On rare occasions, Chakotay found the strength to chip in and together they had created a small opening, a hiding place of sorts that they intended to use…tonight.

            Tuvok checked on his crewmate again. Survive a few more hours Commander, he thought…nearly pleading subconsciously. Tonight they would put their plan to work. They had no way of getting off the planet. No ship, no communication. But that no longer mattered. What they needed now, more than anything was food.

            The P'Tals finally finished their testing for the day and threw them ceremoniously back into the darkened cave. A crude force field was erected in front of them which Tuvok could have dismantled weeks ago if they hadn't taken his tricorder. If there was one advantage it was the fact that the P'Tals were overly confident. Not unlike many species in the Delta Quadrant, they were of the breed that believed their technology and security was the best in the universe…so secure that the guard often left for several minutes at a time, in search of food or indulgences. All they had to do was wait.

            "Commander," he whispered across the cell. Chakotay was lying on his back, coughing quietly as he curled up, trying to compress the emptiness of his stomach. Slowly he lifted his head and nodded, knowing this was the night they intended to act. "Tuvok…you'll have to do it on your own…I don't think I…"

            "I understand Commander. Everything else though will go according to the original plan." Again, a nod. It was all Chakotay could manage. They waited in silence until their guard finally walked off, pausing only once to make sure his prisoners were motionless.

            Tuvok worked fast, shifting down from the slab stone bed to the corner where the small hole had been made. Chakotay stumbled over as best he could and the two of them crawled into the small space. Tuvok pulled the stone covering over them, concealing all but a peephole he'd cut inside, microscopic to the P'Tals' tiny eyes. Then they waited. One minute. Two minutes. Carefully monitoring their breathing, using as little oxygen as possible and waited for the guard to return.

            Tom rubbed his arms, shivering inside the confines of the abandoned mine. Thank God the species had moved on…he had enough problems. He glanced at his wife, sleeping along the cavern wall. After she had fainted, Tom carried her to the corner where it seemed the warmest. At first he'd been worried that she might not awake, but she seemed at second glance to have simply passed out due to fatigue and hysterics. As he looked at her now, she was almost peaceful, sleeping soundly…just as she had for years now beside him. Some husband, he thought. They had nothing. Not even a random animal they could crudely carve into a meal. If they didn't find something soon, they were going to starve.

            Of course, ordinarily, Tom never had to worry about B'Elanna. Cunning and resourceful as she was beautiful, B'Elanna had the strongest backbone and best survival skills in the quadrant…but now…Tom had been more than frightened by her fit. It'd taken forever to try and calm her down and now, she was curled into a corner, mewling softly like a kitten. Tom was terrified.

            He moved to join her and then froze, whipping his head around. A tiny chiseling had sounded faintly down the corridor. Tom paced into blackness as the sounds rapidly grew louder. "What's that?" B'Elanna, suddenly awake and at his side.

            "I don't know," he said, instinctively shielding her from the threat. B'Elanna jumped as whatever it was had broken through the wall. Before they had time to devise a classic Starfleet Master Plan, their new guests were upon them.