Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek or M*A*S*H. I certainly am not making any money by writing this story.

Author's note: This story ignores the relationship between Seven and Chakotay in the last episode of Voyager. Also, I began writing this before Homecoming and its sequel were published.

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"Attention all personal! Wounded in the compound!"

The occupants of the swamp wake up groggy, grab the doctor, and run out into the compound. Corpsmen are carrying stretchers around. The doctors begin triage and the Doctor follows suite, calling on the knowledge of the many doctors in his program."

Margaret comes running out of her tent rubbing her temples closely followed by the Captain. Ignoring her headache Margaret goes off to direct her nurses. The Captain having a natural instinct to command begins bringing order to the Mash's chaotic system and yelling at bewildered corpsmen.

Colonel Potter comes out of his tent and surveys the scene before him. He notes that Janeway has taken charge of the situation and finally understands why she was put in charge of a Mash Unit. He sees that everything is under control and heads in to scrub up for surgery.

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B'Elanna is striding down the corridor with a stack of PADDs in one hand and her daughter in the other arm. She laughs at the thought of the Doctor's orders of a few days of bed rest. She is also hard pressed to find someone who isn't busy to watch her daughter. The internal dampers had been fixed the night before, not that they did much while they were landed. The engines were slowly, but steadily being on their way to working condition. The outer haul was a different story. Engineering was still trying to find a way to get to it without doing anything that would draw attention to them. The deflector dish was only partly unburied, but the damage appeared to be minimal. B'Elanna finally reaches engineering.

"Ensign Vorik, any luck?" she asks setting the PADD's down and shifting the baby to the other arm.

"Putting Voyager up on its landing struts is the only viable solution, but I haven't been able to determine how to get us in that position."

"What would happen if we extended the landing struts right now," Parsons responds.

Vorik puzzles for a moment, "That could work, but they may snap under the strain. They weren't designed to lift Voyagers' weight."

"But they were designed to function in high gravity atmosphere's, which means it should work", says B'Elanna getting excited, "I want you two to begin simulations on the holodeck. Report back to me when you're done."

They nod and exit engineering. B'Elanna shifts the baby again and heads out to check on the status of the different engineering teams.

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Seven looks up from the consol to see Harry entering astrometrics.

"Mr. Kim," Seven states neutrally.

"Chakotay said I was supposed to help you run diagnostics."

"Yes, he feels that Voyager's crash caused an error in the astrometric lab."

"Why"

Seven indicates the screen.

Harry looks shocked, "As odd as that looks, it couldn't have been caused by a random computer error. It's too perfect."

"I know and running these diagnostics is an illogical use of out time, but the commander insisted.

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"Nurse close," Hawkeye says pulling his gloves off and throwing them on the floor, "I'm open who's next."

Father Mulcahy responds, "That's it. Praise the Lord."

Potter nods," Go ahead out we're almost done here."

Hawkeye goes into the Doctor's changing room and exchanges his white cloths for green. He heads out into the compound and sees the Captain who is directing corpsmen around who are cleaning up the mess around the compound. She looks exhausted.

Hawkeye walks up to the Captain and puts his arm around her, "Come on its time to rest."

The Captain sighs looking even more tired, "What day is it?" She points at a few abandoned stretchers for a corpsman to take care of them.

"The day after we started" and whisks them into the supply room. They collapse onto a pile of mattresses on the one side of the room, "How are you feeling?"

"I've thrown up three times even though I haven't eaten anything in two day, my head hurts and if I wasn't so tired I'd cry."

"That good, huh? Come here." He pulls her close, "I can't say that 32 hours of surgery will ever stop affecting you, but you will stop getting sick"

"I just don't understand why this happens."

"That's a question we've been asking since we got over here."

They sit silently and eventually fall asleep.

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Tom is sitting against the wall of the post-op ward with his head between his knees. Tuvok walks up beside him, "Are you alright, Lieutenant."

"I'm a corporal remember" and looks around to see if anyone noticed the slip-up, "Yeah I'm find just feeling a little nauseous."

"The events of the past day have been disturbing."

"That's an understatement"

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The Doctor and Charles are walking back to the Swamp. The Doctor begins, "I found that very invigorating."

"Invigorating? Primitive and exhausting is the only way I can describe surgery here", Charles responds looking shocked.

"Yes, but the human body is such a fascinating thing. The way the blood pumps through the vessels and its ability to stand a gun shot wound."

The Doctor continues to ramble on, but Charles no longer hears him. He sees Margaret returning to her tent and follows her leaving the Doctor to talk to himself.

"Margaret," Charles begins as he catches up with her, "I." but he can't think of anything to ask her.

"Oh hi Charles. Is something wrong with one of the patients?"

"No! No, I don't mean to alarm you. I just wanted to make sure you were alright."

"Charles, I'm fine." Margaret says looking baffled, "But I'm tired so I'm going to bed and you should, too."

Charles nods and just kind of wanders off. They each fall asleep thinking of the other.

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B.J. and Potter are still in the Doctor's changing area.

"Hunnicut, How do you think the Smith fellow performed in surgery?"

"Better than anyone I've ever seen. He never slept, ate, or drank the entire time. He was always lively. You heard him singing."

"Yes, it was very loud. And opera of all the things to sing."

"Yeah, but he is good."

Everyone in the Mash is too tired to do anything, but sleep so they do. The only sounds that can be heard are the night watch and Radar forever tying to keep up with the paperwork. Time passes and Radar finally calls it a day.

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