Hey all, sorry I took so long to write something new. This story is set some time after the original return of Voyager, commonly refered to as Endgame. Also, if there are any spelling mistakes, please don't hesitate to email me, my laptop is being mean to me and I have to use wordpad, so I don't have a spellchecker.

Disclaimer: No matter how much we kick, scream, cry or throw temper tantrums, Voyager still belongs to Paramount, as do all the characters, except for the ones I invented, whom you will meet later. In other words, Paramount is too lazy to make a movie, so l think it is out duty as fans to play with them, manipulate them and speculate what should happen after Endgame.

Have fun, remember, reviews make me write faster, if I don't have any exams.

The Official Mission Chapter 1 - Change of Plans

The senior staff of the newly commissioned USS Voyager-A met in the briefing room off the right side of the Bridge. They sat around an oval table, the captain taking her position at the head.

"To my new crew, I would like to say welcome. To my previous crew, welcome back. I know we have had a tough year, with hearings, promotions and waiting for our new ship to come off the assembly line, but these events have strenghthened us. Now, for the intorductions," she nodded to the two new senior officers sitting at the table. "Our new counsellor, Commander Abigail Peters, and our new Chief Security Officer, Lieutenant Scott Marman, meet Commander Chakotay, Lieutenant Commanders Tom Paris and B'Elanna Torres, Lieutenant Harry Kim, Ensign Annika Hansen and our Doctor." Captain Kathryn Janeway, while 4 months pregnant, introduced her new officers to her 'family'. They were all missing Tuvok, his calm, stoic Vulcan presence normally soothing the crew's nerves, but he was on Vulcan with his family, recovering after the neurological disease he contracted had been healed.

She looked around, studying her officer's faces. Her husband, Chakotay, looked back at her in the eyes, giving her the upmost confidence in her new mission. Paris and Torres were discussing their one-year-old daughter, Miral, with the counsellor, a woman who had come highly reccomened from Admiral Owen Paris himself. Harry, Sev - no, Annika, were talking with the doctor and Lieutenant Marman about something to do with the Astro - no, Stellar Cartograohy, lab. Gee, she thought, getting used to everyone and everything's new names was going to be fun.

Kathryn's attention was brought back into focus when an internal communicator chirped. "Nursery to Paris and Torres"

"Torres here, what's wrong Ensign Adams?" B'Elanna asked over the comm link, obvious worry present in her voice. As a mother, she didn't want anything to happen to her firstborn, and currently only, daughter.

"Commander Torres, Miral has woken up from her nap and is screaming the place down. I can't get anywhere near her and if she doesn't stop soon, she'll wake up Mattie, and Lieutenant Wildman said her son wasn't to be woken up until later..." the ensign was going to continue, but Tom interrupted her.

"Ensign Adams, one of us will be right down to get her. Paris Out," Tom Paris looked apologetically at Kathryn, receiving a look of understanding, then stood up, not before kissing B'Elanna on the cheek, and walked out of the room to pick up his screaming daughter.

After the doors behind him closed, Captain Janeway looked around at the people sitting around her. The people she had grown to love as a family, even the two new people she was hoping to adopt into her already-large family. "OK, people, time to get down to business, B'Elanna, how's our engines?"

B'Elanna looked completely at home talkng about Engineering. "Well, Captain, our new warp core is operating at peak officiency, just waiting for me to improve it like the last one I had in contact with..." She trailed off and the entire congregation laughed.

"OK, then," the Captain chuckled. "Mr Marman, how are the security teams coming along with their training?" She looked at one of the two new members of her crew.

"Well, Captain, Alpha and Beta teams are going well, and the Hazard team are adapting to their change in leadership as well as can be expected. I don't know if I have the same reputation or trust as they had with Lieutenant Commander Tuvok, but I aim to please.." Scott Marman trailed off his speech with a giggle, but didn't receive one in return. Obviously, you had to truly be one of the family to be understood completely.

"Mr Kim, how is our new ship looking?"

"Captain, all systems are fully operational, all running at peak efficency. Even the new holodecks, have you seen them? They are great! And the library. Sandrines, Fair Haven and all our old programs are already installed, as well as lots of new ones. Just wait and see, Captain Proton will be flying around the corridors once again when Tom finds out where we hid it." The room burst into laughter once more, with the exception of Abigail and Scott, who had no idea what Harry was talking about.

At that moment, Tom Paris chose to re-enter the briefing room, Miral in his arms. "What did you hide from me, Harry?" he asked, bringing the attention to himself and his baby girl.

"Mama!" Miral burst out, reaching for B'Elanna. B'Elanna reached up to take the toddler from her husband's arms before she escaped his grip.

"Now that you're back, Mr Paris, how are you finding the new flight controls?"

"They're great. Handle like a dream, in theory, of course. By the way, how many Delta Flyer class shuttles do we have, along with our other shuttles?"

Chakotay chose this time to speak up, "Tom, we have 3 DF-class shuttles, as well as the original Delta Flyer, 2 type-two's, 2 type-three's and 2 prototype Runabout-mini's. The Captain's Yacht is also in our shuttle compliment, so we have more than enough small spacecraft. But that does NOT mean we can go around crashing and destroying shuttles at the same rate we did in the Delta Quadrant. I don't think Starfleet will appreciate us destroying that many shuttles when we are actually in regular contact with them." The officers laughed again, remembering how many shuttles they had managed to crash the seven years before. Once again, Abigail and Scott looked at eachother, not understanding the 'family' joke happeneing around them.

"OK guys," Kathryn Janeway looked around again, "Our mission, this next four years at least, is to the outskirts of the Delta Quadrant, yet again, through the Beta Quadrant. We may be able to get in touch with Neelix again, I hear he and Dexa were married around the time Chakotay and I were," it was no secret that the command pair had been an item for many years, finally confessing their love shortly after their original homecoming.

"Get to the point!" Tom Paris broke the tension in the air with his sarcastic remark. This was met with a death glare he was used to.

"Our orders are to scout the border between quadrants, on a strictly diplomatic objective, and make any first contacts as we missed with our shortcut home. We are supposed to be scouting out new races for future diplomatic missions. If we are lucky, we may even have a transwarp or slipstream drive waiting for us when we return. We depart 0900 hours tomorrow, and all crew must have reported in by 0700 hours tomorrow, or else they are left behind. I expect all systems to be operating at 100 by no later than 0700. I hope you are all settled in to your new quarters with your respective partners," with this comment she gave a look to the Paris family, Harry Kim and Annika Hansen, who had been dating for some time now. She and Chakotay received stern looks in return, making everyone smile, sharing a family moment.

"Captain, we are receiving a message from Starfleet Command," Ensign Parkins' voice came over the comm from the bridge.

"Thank you, Ensign, put it through to the briefing room. Janeway out." She looked around at the members of her senior staff. "OK, everyone, dismissed."

The crewmembers all rose and walked out of the briefing room with their CO's dismissal, exiting onto the bridge.

"Computer, play message," she ordered the compouter once Chakotay had left the room after everyone else.

The figure of Rear Admiral Paris filled the screen. "Owen," she said to her friend. "What can I do for you at this time of night?" It was 2100 hours already, well past dark on Earth and well into the night shift in Voyager-A. Normally, she and her senior staff would be on the holoodeck in Sandrine's or somewhere new Mr Paris had invented.

Owen Paris had a worried look on his face when he replied to his former protege. "Kathryn, I'm afraid there has been a change in plans with your assignment."

"Oh, really," she said, obvious worry and confusion present in both her voice and facial expression. "What is the nature of our change of plans?" she asked, taking sass from the doctor's book.

Owen smiled at Kathryn's attempt at humour. Though she was only 4 months pregnant, her body had already started to take the strain of the pregnancy. "Kathryn, I'm afraid you won't be leaving drydock as planned tomorrow morning. SCE has managed to create a completely functional transwarp prototype engine. It was made especially for use on the Voyager-A. It should take approximately 10 days to install and another 10 days after that to test the engine give or take. I'm sorry, Kathryn, but it looks like you won't be leaving for atleast another month yet."

The look on Kathryn's face told Owen everything he needed to know. This expectant mother and stubborn Captain didn't take kindly to changes in plans. She was upset about this. Spending another month on Earth meant another month she would spend out of the Captain's chair when the time came for her child to be born. She looked upset, almost depressed.

"I'm sorry, Kathryn..." was the last thing she heard before she terminated the comm link.

TBC

AN: I hope you like this one, remember, reviews are my inspiration, without them I am nothing. Well, almost nothing.