Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek or MASH. 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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It wasn't until later that evening that Tom and Tuvok were able to corner Radar alone.

"Pictures! You want pictures? What kind of pictures?" Radar asks wondering if their tastes are anything like Hawkeye's.

Tom blushes at what Radar is implying and is really glad that Tuvok's Vulcan mind would not allow him to follow that. "We just need this film developed."

"Oh, Oh!" Radar blushes at his own mistake, "I have a buddy done in Soel with a dark room. It'll be a few days before anyone goes there."

"What if we need them sooner?" Tom asks. Klinger needed to be discredited quickly.

Radar looks at them oddly. What could anyone need a picture of that fast in a war. "I'll see what I can do. The ambulance driver owes me a favor. No promises."

"Thanks, Radar. We owe you" Tom acknowledges and Tuvok add his own nod of appreciation.

They leave Radar to his files.

"Mr. Paris what exactly do you intend to do with the photos?"

"Um" Tom stops in his tracks, " Tuvok you worry too much about details."

"In other words, you have no idea."

"Exactly."

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Hawkeye's earlier fit of emotions had lead to a drinking bout to match it. The Captain had choked on the first sip and refused to have anything to do with the rest of the glass. In fact she had tried to take it off Hawkeye as well, but B.J.'s return had stopped that idea. She was forced to watch as the two of them drunk themselves senseless.

The Captain wishes she had had some sort of psychological training in order to comprehend why they would not embrace what was happening around them. Voyager's crew had seen more than their share in the Delta Quadrant, but this type of behavior hadn't developed. She remembers Chakotay telling her about the condition that Marquis lived in. They drew their strength from dedication to their cause. Voyager has always had a goal: to get home. These people… She pauses, trying to sort it out. Find no purpose in being here. The Captain sighs; she feels particularly useless at the moment.

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Chakotay nodded at whatever complaint that B'Elanna was throwing at him. His mind was actually more concerned about the dark haired man they had accidentally brought aboard the ship. He had seemed a little too close to Kathryn for his liking. He scoffs himself for being distracted by this. I don't have any right to claim her. She's made that perfectly clear.

"Chakotay!" B'Elanna finally manages to punch through his thoughts.

"What!" He responds more annoyed with himself than anything.

B'Elanna sits down and leans forward onto the desk with a mischievous smile on her face. "The last time I saw that look on your face Seska was flirting with that Bajoran freighter Captain."

"B'Elanna," he warns.

"Chakotay, I know you better than that. You had better start talking. Who is she?"

"Don't you have repairs to oversee?" he asks, pulling on his ear.

"Fine, but I'm not going to forget about this."

Chakotay sighs and then realizes that the PADD B'Elanna tossed at him earlier contained one of Seven's efficiency plans. At least I didn't miss anything important.

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"Ensign Vileti, could you pass me a number two relay. Harry had spent most of the day crawling around in the Jeffries tubes trying to get power restored to the appropriate sectors.

"Here you go, sir" It didn't help that she was an attractive young woman that seemed to think Harry deserved an extraordinary amount of respect. However, this was one ego inflation he never enjoyed and he couldn't wait not be stuck in cramped quarters with her.

"I think that was the last one," he hits his comm. badge, "Kim to Ensign Vorick"

"Vorick here"

"Try the holoprojectors now."

"Yes, sir."

Sparks fly from the panel Harry had just been working on and then the ship is plunged into darkness.

"Sir, I'm not sure that it worked."

Understatement of the year.

"Come on. There's a flashlight at the end of this section."

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I apologize for taking so long to post another chapter. In between college and my summer job, I haven't had much time to write. If this chapter seems off, it is because I am still getting reacquainted with the story and the characters. Here's to less homework!