Authors Note: This whole story is the hot from the presses version. Once I'm finished with it (yeah, it's not done, but there's a lot you haven't seen yet) I'll edit the story and replace all the chapters with the better version.

            Captain Janeway walked onto the bridge from the turbolift. On the screen was the unmistakable head of a Borg drone.

            "What do you want?" Janeway asked cautiously. Meanwhile, off to the side, the Wilkerson's walked onto the bridge.

            The drone on the screen turned around, "We are the Borg. You will be assimilated and your technology added to our own. Resistance is futile."

            Everyone on the bridge gaped at the drone. Hal was the first one to put his feelings into words. Perplexed, he asked "Reese?"

            "My designation is Five of Two." He replied.

            ["Typical Reese. Even when he's a robot he still can't do simple math!"]

            Captain Janeway tapped her comm badge, "Seven of Nine, report to the bridge."

            "Acknowledged." Seven's voice answered.

            "What do you want?" Janeway repeated.

            "We want the Wilkersons. Surrender them now." Five replied.

            "Why? So you can wipe me from history? I don't think so!"

            "Resistance is futile."

            "Tuvok, raise shields… Tuvok's not here!" the Captain stated, realizing her blunder.

            "I got it Captain. I trained for this console on the holodeck!" Malcolm replied, jumping to the station. When he got there, he raised the shields.

            "I have plenty of crewman who can man that station, Malcolm, you don't—"

            "We don't have time! I can do this!" He replied.

            "I hope you know what you're doing!" Janeway replied, "Can you get a lock on Reese?"

            "Negative" Harry replied, as Five corrected them again from the view screen.

            "Give us Reese!" Janeway commanded.

            "MY DESIG—" Five tried to correct her, as he was interrupted.

            "Captain Janeway." The Borg Queen walked onto the view screen. She had an arrogant grin on her face, "I see you've met my newest drone. He's an incredible asset to the collective."

            "What do you want?" Janeway asked, a third time.

            "If you want your ancestor back, you must surrender Voyager to me!"

            "That's not much of a choice you're giving me! Erase my past, or surrender my future… Harry, end transmission!"

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            "Captain!" Malcolm shouted, "They're charging weapons!"

            "Mr. Paris, evasive pattern beta one!" Captain Janeway ordered.

            "What are you doing?!" Lois asked loudly, "My sons still on that ship!" The ship rocked as they were hit by a phaser.

            "Shields are down to ninety percent!" Malcolm stated.

            "Return fire! Torpedoes, full-spread!" Janeway responded, "Mrs. Wilkerson, we'll get your son back. But right now we have to survive!"

            "H-h-how are you going to get him back?" Hal stammered.

            "We're going to assemble an away team. You can help. Tom, Chakotay, The Doctor, and Seven will go, why don't you brief them on what to expect from your son." Janeway replied.

            ["Why do I think they're screwed? Oh, oh yeah! Because it's Reese! And now, he's part robot!"]

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            "What are you going to do again?" Hal asked. The away team, and Hal and Lois were assembled in the mess hall.

            The Doctor smiled, "Well," He said proudly, because he was the linchpin in the mission, "Seven will wear my mobile emitter into the cube. It will project my program over her frame, with my motor and appearance subroutines controlled by her cortical array. Once we are in the vicinity of your son, Seven will reactivate my borrowed subroutines. I will sedate Reese, then Seven will attach a transport enhancer to him."

            "I will be defending her from behind, just incase. We've created a cloaking type device, based on Seven's parents research, to hide myself from The Borg's perception.

            Hal nodded in agreement, but was completely lost. A look of puzzlement sat on his face. "I… don't see anything wrong…" He stated.

            Lois stood next to Hal, trying to find something to object to in the blob of incomprehensible plans revealed to them.

            "Good. We'll launch from Shuttle Bay One. We should only—" Chakotay stated.

            "Can I go?" Dewey interrupted, having followed The Doctor from sickbay.

            Hal startled, then kneeled next to Dewey, "You can't go, it's too dangerous."

            "But I want too!"

            "I'm sorry sweetheart, maybe you can play with their holo…thingy."

            "I never get to do fun stuff!" Dewey huffed, storming from the mess hall.