Author's Note: Ah ha! I have been inspired. Okay not so much. This is going to be kind of short, just to set up the scene… don't forget to review… I think we're almost at 20! Many more than the first in so few chapters! Please keep reviewing I'm sad when I don't get any at all. It makes me cry. Not really, I just like them. J Thanks for the reviews so far! Enjoy this chapter! I loved writing it!

Tom cursed as his head hit the consul. He had been repairing the damn shuttle for the last three hours, and still hadn't gotten any systems up and running. He cursed himself again for being so stupid, gung ho and full of himself. Not that was any different from normal, only this time it had gotten him I trouble. At least the Kazon had gone, he had masked his life signs and they believed him dead. Now the only problem was getting the shuttle running so he could contact the Talaxians. He wished he could get his hands on Seska, because he wanted her dead so badly. That traitor, the woman they all trusted, the woman who betrayed them. He hated her for it.  A beep pulled him from his thoughts, as the computer's voice spoke. "Impulse Engines are back on line." Bingo! He thought. One down, a gazillion more to go.

She watched Maj tickle her- their child's chin. The thought of the baby not being Chakotay's sickened her to no end. How could she even have slept with the disgusting excuse for a man that sat next to her? She sometimes doubted her motives, especially in moments like this, as she sat in Chakotay's chair, staring out into space. She wondered how different things may have been for them if she hadn't been so ambitious. Maybe the child would have been theirs. Or maybe the Captain would have his baby, and that was a thought she couldn't bear. Her fist slammed down on chair as Maj glared at her, then back into space. She couldn't stand that prospect, she knew she should have killed the Captain and Chakotay when she had the chance.

Kathryn sat by the fire, watching the flames of red and orange dance in magnificent shapes. Her thoughts began to wander to the past year, and she couldn't help the small smirk that formed as she thought of the times she had shared with a certain Indian, hotshot pilot, Ensign and hothead engineer. They certainly had formed quite a bond, the lot of them, but none as strong as the one she had formed with Chakotay. Her eyes flickered in his direction, and then back to the fire. She could still see the planet; the one they had thought would be their home forever. New Earth. She and Chakotay hadn't talked about what had happened there, and she knew in her mind that they shouldn't. But right now she wanted nothing more than an angry warrior, one to hold her and tell her that they would live, and that everything would be alright, so she could be at peace. She looked up at the stars and sighed, thinking:  How can I tell what to do? How do I know what barriers to cross? Can I love him? How can I know when my head is saying no, but my heart is telling me that it's real?

The shuttle was finally up and running after 10 hours of repairs, and now it was time for him to contact the Talaxians. As much as he wanted to take back Voyager himself, he knew that was incredibly stupid. He worried for the crew though, in particular little Naomi Wildman, Kes and B'Elanna… B'Elanna? He couldn't believe what his head just told him. Sure he cared what happened to her, but he had never been this concerned before. Was it possible that he felt something for her? No, of course not. She'd pull him apart limb from limb if he even dared to ask her out. But something told him that maybe when they got Voyager back, he should go out of his way to be a bit nicer to the Klingon. After all her best friend had the hots for the Captain, and she needed a friend. So that was it, he decided to be just a bit less of an ass. After all it was about time for him to make a few female friends; they were going to be in the quadrant for a hell of a long time… He hailed the Talaxians.