"Where are we?" Janeway demanded.

"Well…" the Doctor diverted auxiliary power to the monitor in front of him, "I think we are on Earth…"

"Earth?" Janeway asked, her face as white as his.

He turned to look into her eyes. There was almost a look of guilt masked with hope. He wanted to make that feeling go away.

"I think…" was all he could say.

"What do you mean you think?" she demanded, "Doctor, I need you to tell me exactly where we are right now, who has trapped, and where is my crew?"

The Doctor paused again, thrown from his own thoughts.

"You're crew?"

"Yes!" she said, "I am a starship captain, captain of the Starship Voyager. We are stranded over seventy years from home…"

"You're stranded a hell of a lot longer that than…" the Doctor said under his breath.

"Excuse me?" Janeway commanded.

The Doctor started tapping the core with a large metal rod, but the ship made little response. Janeway grabbed him by his shoulders and turned him around to look into his eyes. He was shocked by the contact, but calmed at the force of her grasp.

"Explain to me," Janeway said in a commanding voice, "exactly what is going on."

The Doctor sighed.

"Okay, here it goes-" She removed her hands and stepped back to give him some room to explain. It was clear that he needed as much space as possible yet not too much for him to get distracted.

"I'm the Doctor, not a doctor, the Doctor. Okay? I'm a Time Lord-"

"A Ti-" Janeway began.

"Ah," the Doctor held up his hand and cocked an eyebrow. Janeway closed her mouth and continued to listen, her arms across her chest, and her head tilted towards him to make sure she caught every word he said, "I'm from the planet Gallifrey in the Constellation of Kasterborous. I'm 902 years old and I am… we are… currently being chased by, for lack of a better term let's call them the Family of Blood. You have traveled through space, time, and, I am pretty sure-"

"-I have never heard of that star system. What species did you say you were?"

"Time Lord. I – you know what, never mind," he sighed.

"Are you familiar with the Q?" Janeway accused.

"The Q?" the Doctor asked.

"An omnipotent species that exists in the continuum."

"Yeah, okay," the doctor said, "let's go with that!"

"Do you have the ability to transport my ship home? To Earth? I am their Captain; I got them lost in the Delta quadrant. It is my responsibility to get them home! Now, can you help me?" Janeway's eyes softened briefly.

"Uh… no. No I can't," the Doctor raised his eyebrows in apology.

"Why not?" Janeway asked. He could feel the simultaneous fire in her eyes and ice in her words.

"You see, not only are we being chased by the Family of Blood, but you have traveled to what is more or less a parallel universe. Well I guess if we are getting technical is if a perpen-"

"Doctor!" Janeway interrupted the babbling man, "what are you saying."

"I'm saying," the doctor fumed, "that the TARDIS draws its power from this universe, this timeline, I can't use it's power to help you so much as move a cup of tea in your universe, let alone a ship."

Janeway was silent for a moment, before she spoke again.

"Then Doctor, how did I get here?"

"I don't know," he looked away, still trying to make sense of the information on the monitor, "but for some reason they can track you just as well as they can track me. I have no idea how you got here, Kat, it shouldn't be possible, but it looks like we are in this together, until I can a find a way to get you back."

Janeway put one hand to her forehead and the other tried to rub her neck. Oh, how she longed for Chakotay's strong hands, even though she had spurned his every advance.

"Okay," she said, adjusting her shirt and tilting her chin to look at the Doctor, who turned at her voice, "it looks like we will be working together then. You said we are being chased, what can I do?"

The Doctor looked at the woman before him. She couldn't be more than thirty years old, but her calming voice made her seem mature beyond her years, maybe halfway to his. He liked her, his untimely and inconvenient companion.

The Doctor scrunched his nose.

"How well do you know history?" he asked.