Chapter 3

Upon hearing the intercom, the people in the shelter started to scream, some people whipped out PADDs to write their wills on, some people were babbling hysterically in the corner.

Janeway, however, wasn't there long enough to see them.

She was quickly de-materialized, and re-materialized in the emergency transporter room.

Janeway ran off of the transporter pad to the controls where she saw Chief War Technology Developer Reginald Barclay.

"Those people! Why didn't you save those people?!" she bawled.

Barclay slowly shook his head, and grabbed her arm. "The generator! I got it working! You've got to come with me!"

"Why? Why don't we save those people?!"

"No time! The Klingons will be in the research lab in just a few moments! You must get down there and change all this!"

Janeway shook her head, then followed Barclay.

They ran down the hallway to the research lab.

Barclay forced open the door, then quickly ran inside.

"Hurry, Admiral! They're coming! Get into the generator! Quick!" He said, ushering her into the generator.

"And Admiral!"

"Yes?"

He paused, then said, "Go save the future."

Janeway nodded, and allowed Barclay to seal her inside.

Suddenly, the lab's doors vibrated as a band of Klingons behind it started beating against it, trying to get inside.

"Reg, the generator's not up to speed! It won't make it! We have to shut it down!" Janeway screamed from inside the generator.

Barclay turned towards the cockpit, smiled her a sad smile, then said, "I'm going to by you some time."

"NOOO!" Janeway screamed, beating her hands against the cockpit.

Barclay ran to the door, picked up a stray phaser rifle, then stood there, waiting for the inevitable.

The door burst open, then a massive wave of Klingons ran into the lab.

Janeway watched in horror as the Klingons struck Barclay down.

The generator spun and hissed as the engines whirred to life.

Janeway was still sceraming when a giant crevice opened in time, and scooped up the machine.

The Klingons looked on in bewiderment as the crevice stitched itself up again, then disappeared.