Captain Janeway walked through the sliding doors into the sickbay, followed by Chakotay. Janeway's eyes immediately caught the five unconscious people on biobeds.

            "What's the problem Doctor?" Captain Janeway asked.

            "Look at these readings," The Doctor replied, handing her the tricorder, "Notice anything unusual."

            "What am I looking for?"

            "These five people share some of your genetic makeup." The Doctor replied, thoroughly pleased with his discovery.

            "Do you mean these people are my ancestors?" Janeway asked in disbelief.

            "Exactly! If you want to know, the second youngest, the one with the brown hair, shares the most genetic commonalities with you."

            Janeway gasped, "The Borg were trying to wipe me from history!"

            "Why would they go to such extremes? Not that I'm complaining, but I've never known the Borg to pass up a chance at attacking a Federation ship." Chakotay stated.

            "Isn't that obvious? We've personally been responsible for the liberation of thousands of drones through Unimatrix Zero. We've destroyed numerous cubes. They're trying to cut their losses." Captain Janeway replied, still somewhat shocked at the lengths the Borg would go to, to get their way. "Have any of them woke up yet?"

            "The oldest child did. But he was quite a nuisance, so I had to sedate him."

            "You sedated him?!" Janeway asked rhetorically.

            "You would have too if he treated you how he treated me!" The Doctor replied. The three began to discuss the situation, when Malcolm began to stir on his biobed.

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            ["God I feel like I've been ran over by a truck…"] Malcolm looks around and stares at his new surroundings. ["Where'd my living room go?"]

            "Captain, one of them is waking up." A male voice stated.

            "What's going on?" Malcolm asked aloud.

            A woman in a black suit with a red line across the top stepped forward. "I am Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation Starship Voyager. You, and your family were in… extreme danger, when we rescued you."

            "What kind of danger?"

            "Well, I think I should discuss that with your parents first. What is your name?"

            Malcolm stared at the Captain. ["Let's get this straight. Captain. Starship. Danger. Rescue. I'm definitely going insane!"]

            "Malcolm Wilkerson." He replied.

            "Wilkerson? That was… I remember hearing of a Malcolm Wilkerson in my family." Janeway said, more to herself than the others, but loud enough to be overheard, "I was told he was incredibly intelligent."

            Malcolm rubbed his head, "That's me. If we were in danger, why didn't you leave Reese?"

            "Are you serious? You'd abandon your own brother?" Chakotay said, stunned.

            "Believe me. If you knew Reese, you'd abandon him too!" Malcolm replied.