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Disclaimer: Blah, Blah, Blah. Paramount, owns this, and Paramount owns that.. Really I think that Paramount owns the whole world and they are really, just simple puppets in an evil alien's game! But this could just as easily turn into a non-paramount owned story, and they could be on a Boat! Mahahah how do you like THAT evil Alien race! But I really could just as easily say "I do not own or plan to make profit off of any stories I have created. Paramount owns all right to "Star Trek: Voyager" and its characters." But I think my way is much more fun. Enjoy!

Authors note: I'd Just like to say that is my very first Fan Fiction. EVER! Now don't click the "Back" button so soon, I spent a lot of time on this piece and I think it is ok. Thanks for reading, if you didn't, you heartless person. ( I'd also like to say thanks to my best friend Joanna. I convinced her to read this (even though she hates star trek) and she actually liked it! She has also imputed some great ideas for it and helps me with the plot THANKS

To my other Best friend Becky, who hasn't read it yet ( lol! THNX BEX lol.. Enjoy!





Prologue

A small tear trickled down her face. She looked up at him. Gently he wiped the tear off her check and tightened his arms around her.

" It's going to be alright," he assured her, "I'm not going to let anything happen to you."

She looked up at him again. Her face was full of confusion and fear. Many questions circled around her head unsure how to act. She couldn't remember a thing, where she was, who he was, but least of all who she was.

"Are you hungry?" he asked.

She nodded her head politely. That she was definite about. From what she could remember, she hadn't eaten in hours.

A plate of food was placed in front of her.

"What is it?" she mumbled.

"The rat's food, if you don't hurry up and eat it!" he bellowed.

Startled by this behavior, she quickly started to eat the food.

"Thank you." She whispered

He looked at her in disgust. Then laughed. It was a short, severe laugh, sort of like a slap in the face.

"You will be a good present." Another man laughed. He was also holding someone. She was a younger woman, and she had implants of some sort in her face.

As the young woman's holder laughed she looked over and smiled softly.

"You will be ok, Captain."