A/N: I'm writing this purely for fun and am getting no profit whatsoever.  Please do not sue me.  Unfortunately, all characters and ships belong to the geniuses at Paramount except Liz, she's mine.  For any of you who have either had, or written about the same idea, what can I say great minds; think alike.  If you have written about this, please do not be offended, I am not copying, for I have, to my best recollection, not read any but am still looking.  Enjoy, and as always feedback is greatly appreciated. 

P.S.  I'm trying to get a chapter at least each day, but there are no guarantees.

VOYAGER –

                Captain Kathryn Janeway walked onto a silent bridge.  Most of the senior staff was standing around Harry Kim's console anxiously awaiting what he would eventually say.  "So, what's all this commotion about?" She asked.  It was obvious no one had heard her enter because the entire group turned around to face her rather startled.

Seeing that no one else seemed inclined to answer, Tom took the opportunity to brag about his best friend.  "Harry here, has just detected a wormhole that just might lead to the Alpha Quadrant."

The look of hope on everyone's faces gave Janeway a good feeling, renewing her drive to get them home.  "Well I guess we'll find out where it leads in a minute, a ship just came through it … it's got a Federation Warp signature, it's old but its most definitely Starfleet" he said with a smile that looked like it would split his face open.

"Well then, what are you waiting for, open a channel."  Harry did so, with an almost giddy, childlike quality.  At Harry's signal, Janeway continued, "This is Captain Kathryn Janeway of Federation Starship Voyager, do you read?"  After a moment without a response Janeway looked to Harry. "Are there any biosigns?" She asked, dreading the answer. 

"Yes, three, they're weak but they're there.  Human."  He answered.

"Go ahead and beam them to sickbay."

**One hour later**

"Well, Doctor, how are our patients doing?"  Janeway said as she walked into Sickbay.  The Doctor was checking on a medium height man with dark brown hair and a sharp nose.  On the other side of the room, Tom was checking the vital signs of a petite young woman.  She had brownish-black hair that was drawn back in an ornate braid, and what looked like grease smeared all over her face and hands.  The third patient, who was not currently being tended to, had brownish blonde short hair, and was probably about 5'10" or 5'11".  Each of the three had on what looked like a uniform and on the collar what looked like a standard pip system.  The blonde had three pips, probably indicating that he was the highest rank.  The younger man with the dark hair had two gold pips, indicating that he was probably the lowest ranking officer of the three.  That left the young woman as the one in the middle, she had two gold pips and one black pip. 

"Doctor, is it safe to wake one of them?"  Chakotay asked, curious as to where these three had come from.  After beaming them over, they had tractored their shuttle into the shuttle bay, but were still trying to figure out, exactly where it came from because it was not anything like the shuttles that any of the crew had seen before.  Be'Lanna had said that it reminded her of a picture she had seen in a textbook, but that was all they had to go on.

"Actually, I was just about to suggest doing just that.  I would like to find out why they haven't been given proper medical treatment." Upon receiving questioning looks, the Doctor continued, "well for example this one (pointing to Malcolm) actually has an allergy to a protein found in Pineapple, and the woman still has a vision problem, which used to be classified as an astigmatism, and the one in the middle has several healed bone fractures that look like they were treated with 22nd century medicine.  In answer to your question Commander, I can wake any one you want."

"Well, why don't you wake the one in the middle.  Judging by the Pips on his collar, I would say that he is the highest ranking."  Janeway said.  At this, the Doctor took a hypospray from the stand near him and pressed it to Trip's neck.  A few seconds after the stimulant was released into his blood, Trip's eyes fluttered open.  "I'm Captain Kathryn Janeway, and you're aboard my ship the Federation Starship Voyager.  Do you remember what happened to you?"

"I'm sorry but the last thing I remember is dropping my wrench on my head as my console sparked." He said with a slight Southern accent.

"Could you tell us your name?" Chakotay asked.

"First you tell me who you work for, then I tell you who I am.  We've picked up some enemies in our journeys and I don't really wan'a give ya that information if you're an associate of them."  Trip said diplomatically.

"Fair enough, we're a part of a group called Starfleet from the planet Earth.  We're 'associated' with the United Federation of Planets."  Chakotay answered.

"Starfleet, huh? I'm Commander Charles Tucker III, it's a pleasure to meet you." He said as held out his hand in an offering of friendship.  "No offense, but I was under the impression that Enterprise was the only ship in the fleet that was able and assigned to explore deep space."  This earned him a couple of odd looks.

After a moment Tom's eyes grew wide.  "If you don't mind me asking, what year do you think it is?"

"2152, why? What year do you think it is?"

"To us, the year is 2373." Janeway picked up where Tom left off, as she remembered some of her history.

"So you are the Charles Tucker III? Wow, I know this sounds odd but you're my wife's idol."  Tom told Trip.  Trip for his part, smiled  "She's the Chief Engineer," Tom finished in way of explanation.

"Well, at least I apparently got into the History books." Trip reasoned.  He still wasn't sure if what they were telling him was true, but he figured it was best just to humor them.  After all, he knew time travel was possible,  considering their rather convincing dealings with the Sulibans.

"Captain, would you mind if I …" Tom said as he gestured towards his combadge.  After her nod Tom called Be'Lanna.  "Paris to Torres."

"What do you want Tom, I'm a little busy at the moment?"  Be'Lanna said.  She was currently studying the shuttle.

"There's someone up here that I think you should meet." Tom said smiling.

"It better be good, or you're gonna get it.  Torres out."

After a few moments, Be'Lanna walked through the door.  Not paying attention to the patients, she proceeded to say, "Captain, that shuttle's an antique, it'll take me a while just to figure out how to work everything, let alone fix it."

"I'll have you know that she's the finest we've got." Trip said, only slightly offended.  "The least you could do is tell me that you don't know what you're doing but considering the age it's pretty advanced."  By this time he was just giving her a hard time.

As Be'Lanna turned to locate the speaker, her eyes widened in disbelief.  "You're Charles Tucker III.  Admiral," she then saw the pips, "I mean Commander, I'm sorry I didn't know it was your ship.  You don't know how much of an honor this is to actually meet you."

"You can call me Trip, and don't worry about the shuttle, I was just givin' ya a hard time.  If what your Captain says is correct than it probably looks like an old Chevy truck would look to me: a dinosaur that would be a fun challenge." Trip then turned back to the Captain. "I beg your pardon, but what 'bout my friends?"

"Doctor."

"They are both in perfect health.  I can wake them if you like."  The Doc said.  Trip nodded.  "Tom, would you mind waking up the young lady."  He continued as he, himself woke up Malcolm.

As he slowly became aware of his surroundings, Malcolm tried to remember what had happened to him.  He remembered reaching for the First-Aid kit and seeing some sort of huge anomaly outside the shuttle.  Then waking up here.  "Where am I?  Who are you? Where are Commander Tucker and Lieutenant-Commander Cannon?"  he said as he became coherent enough to speak.

"Your on the Starship Voyager.  We are the medical and command staff of that ship.  And, assuming that you're talking about your friends, they are just fine and sitting on the beds over there."  The Doctor answered cheerfully.

"Its okay, Malcolm, these people are just trying to help."  Trip reaffirmed, from where he was sitting.

Liz woke up, but she immediately shuddered from a sharp stab that ran down he left side.  "What's wrong with her?" Trip and Malcolm asked, in unison, both concerned for their friend.  Neither man had completely made up their mind about these people, and her shudder did not help matters.  Liz noticed the look on both of their faces.  She could always count on them to look out for her well-being.  Both of them had a tendency to be a bit over protective of her; making her sometimes feel like the little sister who had to keep reminding her big brothers that she was perfectly capable of taking care of herself.  *Oh well its nice to know that they care* she thought to her self.  She had always chalked it off to just being close friends with both of them, even if her roommate insisted that Trip "liked her".  Little did she know that her roommate's suspicions weren't completely baseless.

"She's fine." The Doc insisted.  "She's just experiencing some residual effects from the bones I had to regenerate.  The pain should fade in a few minutes.  She had five fractures in her left arm, a dislocated vertebra, and a slight concussion.  I'm afraid she took the brunt of the trip through the wormhole."

"Wormhole?  I didn't see any wormhole!"  Trip said at this newly revealed news.  "Well I guess that would explain how we got here."

** There will be more to come tomorrow, I hope you like it so far.