Once the group reached the transporter room, neither Dr. Crusher, Captain Picard, nor O'Brien, were there. They were soon joined by Dr. Beverly Crusher, who walked up behind the group with a small case in her hand.

"Don't look, Paul, it's another pretty bird," John teased. "Perhaps this one's available."

Paul rolled his eyes. Everyone else ignored them.

"The other two must have beaten us here," Geordi figured, pushing buttons on a panel by the door. With a hiss, the door opened.

Their greeters were not Captain Picard or O'Brien. There were two very tall men with pale faces, and gadgets all over them, making them look half human, have machine. The right qualifications for the Federation's worst nightmare: the Borg.

Their weapons were raised, but before either of them could shoot, Worf shot them both with his hand phaser. They collapsed to the floor in a big Borg heap. The Beatles, as well as the rest of the group, looked down at the Borg wide-eyed.

"What the hell were those things?" Ringo exclaimed.

"Those are the reason we got into this mess," Worf replied as he kicked the Borg corpses out of the doorway.

"Captain!" Deanna cried, as the group raced into the transporter room.

"I'm alright," the captain reassured them, helping O'Brien from the floor. "We need to get to the bridge, there might be more of them, and we need to find out where they came from."

"Everyone, set your phasers to kill in case you run into any more Borg," Worf told everyone. "Remember, they adapt fast to our weapons."

Suddenly, the ship jolted, almost knocking everyone to the floor.

"Let's go. We don't have much time," The captain said to all of the officers. They nodded. The Starfleet officers started to leave.

"Hey, what about us?" George questioned.

"You will be safe in here. Lock the door," Captain Picard told them. He tossed them a couple phasers. "If more of them beam in here, use this."

"But…"

The Starfleet officers left the transporter room, leaving the Fab Four alone.

Picard, Data, Worf, and Deanna raced to the bridge and took their places. The other bridge officers were all ready at their posts. The Captain sat down in his chair, after tugging on his shirt.

"Report," he said.

"The Borg cube has come from the twenty-fourth century and begun attacking the Enterprise," Data replied.

"Return fire. According to past experiences, negotiation is a waste of time," Picard said. "Fire at will, Mr. Worf."

"Aye sir," the Klingon said as the Enterprise fired on the Borg cube. The blast did little damage. The Borg ship quickly adapted to the Enterprise's weapons. Worf kept on having to change settings to make any effect. The cube still sustained little damage.

"I believe I can make a more effective weapon, but it will take time," Worf told the captain. "I believe it will help us get rid of the Borg."

"Make it so," Picard said.

"Sir," Wesley Crusher cut in. "There are many Borg roaming the ship. They seem to be searching for something."

There was silence throughout the bridge.

"Captain, if the Beatles get assimilated," Counselor Troi spoke up. "History could be seriously altered."

The Beatles still stood in the transporter room, clueless on what was going on.

"I hate just sitting here waiting for them to come get us, I want to help," Paul spoke, breaking the silence.

"There's not much we can do, Paul," Ringo told his friend. "We're better off leaving it to the people who know what they're doing."

"Yeah, I guess you're right," the bass player sighed.

Just then, there was a loud knock at the door.

"Who is it?" John called through the door in a girly voice. There was no answer. The Beatles looked at each other with fear on their faces. Slightly hesitant, Paul found a button that looked like it would open the door. It hissed open. Paul looked surprised at himself.

The musician's smile of satisfactory faded when he saw what was in the doorway. He jumped back a little. There was a very tall Borg standing in front of him.

"Oh bloody hell…" he uttered, slowly walking backward. The Borg, like a robot, raised its phaser and pointed it at Paul. Before he could move, the laser blast poured from the gun. Paul was knocked off his feet, and landed on the floor. He laid motionless.

"Paul!" John screamed. The Borg marched toward the unconscious Beatle and began to put its long claw to his neck.

"Hey, get your slimy hands off my friend!" John shouted.

The Borg simply turned its head to John, and said in its monotone voice, "Resistance is futile."

"We've got to do something!" Ringo cried. "It's going to abduct Paul!"

"Way ahead of you, short stuff. Don't worry buddy, I'll save you!" John shouted. He charged at the Borg, jumping onto its back and trying to strangle it. His efforts had no effect. The Borg simply jerked its body, throwing John to the ground.

"Hey you fiend!" George shouted, holding a phaser.

"George, you don't know how to use that thing!" John shouted.

"I don't care!" the quiet Beatle snapped. He pointed the weapon at the creature. "Assimilate this!"

George fired the phaser, knocking the Borg to against the wall and to the floor. John and Ringo looked surprisingly at George, who looked surprised at himself.

"You know, I wonder why our fans call you the quiet Beatle," he commented.

"Paul!" Ringo exclaimed, running over to their fallen comrade. John and George soon followed. They all huddled around him.

"Is he…dead?" John asked, his voice quivering.

"He's still breathing," George said. "He's not even bleeding."

"The Borg person must not have wanted to kill him right away," Ringo guessed.

As soon as Ringo made his statement, Paul groaned.

"Oh my head," he said groggily. He sat up and shook his head, making his mop top fly in every direction.

"Are you all right?" John questioned.

"I think so," Paul uttered.

"To think, if George hadn't figured out how to use that contraption, we'd be finding a new bass player, because he'd be walking around with these freaks," Ringo said, smiling at George.

"I can just see him with all those gadgets going, 'I am Paul McCartney of the Borg people! Resistance is futile'!" John laughed. He started walking around like a robot, going on and on and such, saying the things they heard the Borg say.

Just then, John was abruptly stopped by the sound of clanking metal outside the door. He jumped.

"There must be more of them out there," Ringo said, peering out the open door. To his horror, there were three more Borg patrolling the hallway. With his phaser, he stepped quietly into the corridor. He pointed the gun at the three Borg.

"Ringo, what are you doing? Get back in here before they see you! If you fire on them, they'll just send more of their buddies to come get us!" John hissed. But it was too late; the Borg had seen Ringo with his phaser pointed at them. They started to march toward him.

"Oh, now you've done it!" George exclaimed. "We've got to shut the door."

"I'm on it!" Paul announced, eyeing the panel on the wall. He pressed the same button he pressed to open the door, figuring it would also be used to close it. His theory was right. Paul smiled in satisfaction.

All of the sudden, there was a loud bang on the door.

"We need to lock it!" John shouted.

"I'm aware of that! I can't find the right button!" Paul replied frantically.

"Just keep pressing buttons 'till you find the right one!"

"But what if…"

"Three robots twice your size are about to pound their way through that door!"

"You're not helping, Johnny!"

"JUST PICK ONE!"

Paul searched frantically for a button on the panel that at least looked like it could keep the Borg out. He found an orange one in the middle, closed his eyes, and put his finger on it.

"I think I've found it, boys. Knock on wood," he said over his shoulder. The other three looked around.

"There is no wood," Ringo informed him.

"Oh well!" Paul said. He held his breath and pressed the button. There was a clicking noise, telling them the door was sealed.

Paul opened one of his eyes and let out a sigh of relief. He smiled.

"Yeah! You did it, Paul!" John exclaimed.

"Gear work, sonny!" Ringo added.

"Thank you, thank you," Paul said, bowing. "But don't celebrate now. I don't know how to unlock it."

"Oh that doesn't matter," Ringo assured him. "At least we're keeping the zombie people out."

"Until they break the door down," John pointed out.

"Good point," George replied. "I'll stand guard if they do."

George stood at the doorway with his phaser pointed toward the door. His face was serious, and he was so jumpy, he would probably blast the door down if there was a single tap on it.

"Yeah, this will help keep us safe, but we need to get them out for good," Paul said. "We won't be able to get home if the freaks get control of the ship."

"And how exactly do you plan on doing this?" John asked.

Paul smirked. "I know exactly how I plan on doing this."

"This must be the Borg Cube that released the sphere," Wesley said from the helm. "It must have seen that history had not been altered, so it came back to this date to finish the job."

"And get rid of us," Deanna added.

"I hope Worf can get that Borg blaster done soon, they've made their way to Engineering," Wesley said. "Geordi's doing a pretty good job keeping them out. I don't see any more readings of Borg in Engineering. They haven't assimilated anyone."

The turbo lift doors opened. Everyone turned to see who it was, hoping it would be Worf telling them they can blast the Borg Cube to smithereens. But, it was not Worf.

It was a group of Borg.

Data bolted up out of his chair and raised his phaser. He fired it, but it had no effect.

"They have adapted," Data said. One Borg stepped forward and raised his phaser at Data. Before the Borg could fire, Data kicked the weapon out of its hand and socked it in the face, knocking it to the floor. The other Borg looked down at their fallen comrade and started toward the bridge officers.

Suddenly, the Borg disappeared. No one had a scratch on them, and there was no trace of any more Borg on the bridge. Everyone looked around in confusion. Wesley spun around in his chair and faced them, wide-eyed.

"Sir," he said. "All the Borg have been beamed back to their ship."

It was then that Worf strode into the room, announcing that the weapon was completed. Everyone took their seats as Captain Picard ordered Worf to fire on the Borg cube. The laser hit right on, blowing up the Borg Cube. They shielded their eyes from the awesome light the explosion produced. Everyone smiled in satisfaction.

"But wait," Deanna spoke. "Who beamed those Borg back to their ship?"

She, Picard, Data, and Worf looked at each other, and practically ran toward the turbo lift.

The four officers arrived at the transporter room. When they opened the door, they found themselves with a phaser pointed at them, with George behind it.

"Oh, it's just you," he said, looking a little disappointed that he didn't get to blast another Borg.

"Where are the other three?" Worf asked. George pointed to the transporter controls. There, John, Paul, and Ringo were huddled around it with stunned looks on their faces.

"I didn't do it, I swear!" Ringo exclaimed.

"Did it work?" Paul questioned the officers with a very eager tone.

"Well, all the Borg are gone, if that's what you mean," Picard told them. The Beatles all looked at each other with even more stunned looks on their faces. Their shocked expressions soon evolved into ear-to-ear grins. They cheered loudly.

"We did it! We did it!" John sang as they danced cheerfully.

"Did you have any trouble?" he asked.

"Paul almost got abducted by the freak people!" John exclaimed. "Good thing George was there with that phaser thingy. I don't think Paul would make a very good Borg anyway."

Everyone laughed. Paul pretended to march around like a Borg, saying "resistance is futile" and things like that, making everyone laugh some more.

"Well, I guess you would like to be going home now," Deanna told them.

"Yes, but before we leave," Paul said. "We'd like to do something for you all."