Key

Sentences/ words that are bold and in italics, are direct thoughts.

Random italic words in a sentence are emphasis.

"Italics with speech marks" signify that what is being said within the speech marks is some distance away.

Bold is Onomatopoeia.

"Bold, italic, and speech marks" signify telepathic speech.

A/N- Chapter 4!

Disclaimer- I own the mini commanders, nothing else.

Chapter 4- Voyager

Archer glanced at Reed, then back at Janeway. A ship of the Federation meant one thing: Voyager was from the future. "I'm Jonathan Archer, captain of Enterprise. As for the directions, you're in the Delphic Expanse." He glanced at the other captain and added: "The year is 2153. Why don't you come aboard. I'll meet you at the airlock."

"Or we could just transport." Janeway said, wryly, after sighing in disappointment when she heard what year it was. Archer nodded, then gestured for Hoshi to close the connection.

"Travis, Hoshi, wait in the situation room. Could you tell Phlox to do the same? Reed, you're with me."

While the ensigns headed for the situation room, Archer led Reed to the transporter pad.

The female captain and quite a large group of people waited with her.

Archer shook hands with Janeway, and indicated Malcolm. "This is my tactical officer, Lieutenant Malcolm Reed."

"Pleasure." He also shook hands with the captain, who suggested, after introducing her second in command, Commander Chakotay, that they could learn the others' names when they get to where they were going to talk.

In silence, they made their way to the situation room, where the three other able members of Archer's senior staff were waiting.

Once everyone sat down, Janeway introduced them to the rest of her crew. "This is my tactical officer, Lieutenant Commander Tuvok, my helms officer, Lieutenant Tom Paris, chief engineer Lieutenant B'Elanna Torres, operations officer Ensign Harry Kim. My chief medical officer, Doctor, Seven of Nine, whose main job is astrometrics, and Neelix, my morale officer and cook."

The Enterprise crew smiled at them, and Hoshi said hello to B'Elanna in Klingon, who looked startled.

Archer smiled. "Ensign Hoshi Sato is my comm. officer and linguist, Ensign Travis Mayweather is my pilot, and this is Doctor Phlox."

"You seem to be a bit short of officers," Tom commented, eyeing their five as opposed to Voyager's nine.

"Two of our crew are unavailable right now. They're…" Archer stopped as the door opened. Stood in the doorway was T'Pol with Trip, who was about her size, and twice her width despite their age differences, sat on her slim hip. Archer wasn't aware Vulcans had enhanced strength before entering puberty.

T'Pol looked around the small crowd of people, her face pale, until she spotted Hoshi and Phlox. Then she smiled. Making her way towards them, she held Trip out to Hoshi who took him very willingly, while she herself let Phlox lift her onto his lap.

"You were supposed to stay asleep for hours." Commented Phlox. "I gave you a sedative."

"Trip was thirsty, and all wet- see. I had to get him clean clothes."

For the first time, Archer noticed that Trip was now dressed in some of T'Pol's underwear, a pillow case stuffing the panties, both to keep them on, and for extra padding as a diaper. She had wrapped some sort of belt around the waist to make it secure. The only reason Archer knew there was a pillow case in there, and not just an overly large bottom, was because the little Vulcan hadn't given any thought to the leg holes, and a corner of the pillow case was coming out of one of the openings.

One of T'Pol's grey tank tops covered the rest of the toddler. She had tucked the end of it into the makeshift diaper to avoid the boy tripping over it.

Archer smothered a smile to avoid offending his science-officer who was looking at him expectantly. "Good job." She smiled again, then turned curious eyes to the people who she had noticed were wearing different uniforms to Archer.

He repeated everyone's names, then indicated T'Pol and Trip. He sighed. "This is my science officer and second in command, Sub-Commander T'Pol, and this is my chief engineer, Commander Charles Tucker the third, otherwise known as Trip."

Everyone stared at T'Pol, who blushed green at the attention, then at Trip who merely dribbled down his chin and onto Phlox's hand. Phlox used the corner of the pillow case to wipe his fingers, stuffing it back in the hole when he had finished.

Archer sighed again, trying to explain. Voyager's doctor looked very interested, as did the woman Seven of Nine. "We're not sure what happened. Phlox got a call from T'Pol who said something about a splotchy rash spreading across their bodies, mentioning something about a plant. Then she must have collapsed as she stopped speaking. Phlox called me, and we found the two of them in her quarters, unconscious. Four hours later, Phlox called me to sick bay where I found them like this- two and six years old, but with no rash.

Voyager's doctor spoke. "Fascinating."

A/N- I know it's not a very good place to stop, but I wanted to finish so that I could post it, and I'm planning for there to have been some time to pass between this one and the next. Thanks again for reading.