"I've got them Captain!" Tom shouted into his comm, "I'm on my way."

            "Acknowledged. We'll give you some cover fire Tom." Captain Janeway replied through the comm. The Delta Flyer bucked through space, trying to avoid the cube. Outside, Voyager launched a series of torpedoes at the cube. The Flyer soared around the back of Voyager as a phaser beam erupted from its bow and smashed into the cube. Voyager jumped to warp as the cube exploded behind them.

*                                  *                                  *                                  *

            "We're in Captain!" Tom stated over the comm.

            "Good. Ensign, resume course for the Alpha Quadrant; Warp Nine." Janeway ordered a crewman operating Tom's helm. Captain Janeway tapped her comm, "Bridge to sickbay. How's Reese doing?"

            "I'm not making very good process. Dewey is in here and I'm having trouble extracting Borg systems and watching him at the same time." The Doctor replied.

            "I'll send Neelix down to occupy Dewey. Janeway out." Captain Janeway shifted, groaning at the strain her ancestors were putting on her, "Janeway to Neelix. The Doctor needs you take Dewey off his hands. Why don't you try showing him a Flotter & Treevis holostory."

            "Y-yes Captain." Neelix replied.

            Janeway turned to Malcolm, "Mr. Wilkerson, you can leave your 'post' now." She stated.

            ["Just when things started getting challenging."]

            "Yes Captain," Malcolm went to walk to the turbolift, "Um… Captain?"

            Janeway groaned, "What?" She asked, exasperated.

            "Where should I go?"

*                                  *                                  *                                  *

            Neelix drudged down the corridors to sickbay. It was safe for him to say that he was dreading watching Dewey. If his older brother had been any indication of what the other boys were like, Neelix was going to regret taking on the unofficial child-care provider. Naomi was a breeze. The Borg children were a little bit of a challenge, but that was because of their childhood in the collective. But the Wilkerson boys were a nightmare. Look at what had happened so far today. Malcolm ejected his brother into space, Dewey's mind sent Tuvok into synaptic shock, and Reese had exploded the replicator in the mess hall.

            The doors whirred open as Neelix walked into sickbay. The Doctor stood at a console, typing furiously with Dewey screaming, clenched to his legs. "What's wrong?" Neelix asked.

            The Doctor glared at Neelix, "I simply explained to him about the deassimilation process, and how he shouldn't get close or could risk assimilation. Then he panicked."

            "The Captain wants me to take care of Dewey, she said I should…"

            "Mr. Neelix, as long as he isn't in here, I'll be happy."

            Neelix walked up to Dewey and crouched, "Hi. My name is Neelix. Would you like to play a story?"

            Dewey stopped screaming, sniffling a little he said, "I'm hungry."

            "We could go down to the mess hall. Would you like that?"

            Dewey nodded, and grasped Neelix's outstretched hand.