Tom sat in at the helm of the Delta Flyer, priming it for launch. Chakotay sat behind him at tactical, while Seven helped The Doctor to modify his program.

            "That should do it! Is everybody ready?" Tom asked, starting the Flyer.

            "Chakotay to the bridge. We're ready, open the shuttle bay doors." Chakotay replied, talking to Tom, as much as he was actually talking to the bridge, through his comm. The thick doors in front of the Flyer slid open. A force field sparked between them. The Flyer lifted off the floor, as soared through the force field.

            "Setting a course for the cube." Tom stated. Stars zoomed by them, as the ship hurtled for the Borg cube that was pursuing Voyager.

            "Activating cloak." Chakotay stated. Outside the cockpit, the Delta Flyer shimmered; it was now invisible to Borg scans. The ship pulled around behind the cube and matched its speed.

            "Good luck!" Tom stated to the away team.

            "Luck is a frivolous human—" Seven began.

            "Thank you!" The Doctor interrupted. Seven cocked an eyebrow at The Doctor as she switched on the changes she made to his program. The Doctor fizzled out of sight. Then Seven placed his mobile emitter on her arm and switched him back on. The Doctor's image blinked over Seven's frame, then he changed to look like a drone.

            "Hear we go!" Tom said as he beamed the away team onto the cube.

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            "Captain, the cube is firing!" Harry stated, as Voyager rocked beneath him.

            "You think!" Malcolm shouted above the sizzling of random circuitry.

            "Keep your mouth in line or get off my bridge! Is that clear!" Captain Janeway bellowed.

            ["I'm starting to think that Captain Janeway is starting to lose her shit with us!"]

            "Shields are down to 80 percent!" Malcolm stated.

            "Chakotay to the bridge. We're ready, open the shuttle bay doors." Chakotay stated, over the comm. Janeway nodded to Harry, who pressed the keys that opened the doors.

            "Start rotating our shield frequency. Maybe we'll be able to throw off their targeting sensors."

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            Tom sat on the edge of his seat. He was nervous as all hell. He didn't like being so close to a cube. Frankly, anyone who knew about the Borg wouldn't like being that close. Tom started making a mental list of people Voyager came into contact with, that either weren't afraid, or have never come into contact with the Borg.

            'Species 8472, The Equinox crew, the—'

            "Where is everybody?" Tom nearly smashed his head on the roof. He drew his phaser and spun around.

            "Who are you?" He shouted.

            Dewey poked his head out from behind a chair, "Hi!"

            Tom was quite taken aback. From what he could gather, Lois would be furious with him for allowing Dewey to stow away. "Are you crazy? You shouldn't be in here! What if we were assimilated? Your mother would be furious!" Tom shouted, out of fear for both his own and Dewey's wellbeing.

            "You said that you had a cloak to hide you from the Borg."

            "Well… wait, you understood that?"

            "I have a genius for a brother. I've heard harder things to understand."

            Tom gaped at Dewey, trying to come up with a reply. When he exhausted any possible one he could think off, he opened a comm channel to Voyager. "Delta Flyer to Voyager."

            "Go ahead Tom." Janeway's voice replied.

            "We've got a stow away. It seems Dewey thought he could come with us."

            "Can you transport him back?"

            "Negative. We're to close to the cube to risk it. They might try and hijack it. And I can't leave the away team inside the cube."

            "Fine. Just keep an eye on him Mr. Paris."

            "Aye Captain."