A/N: I know this is kind of short, but I really wanted to get this chapter up while things were still going well for me: I just got my car back (after being in a major accident), I don't have to work OR go to school tomorrow, and they didn't kill off Sara Sidle on CSI. Today has been a great day for me. I realize this is kind of random and has nothing to do with my story, but oh well.

I took (with permission) a line from tayababy's "100 Things" (#56). If you're big into Voyager, you should definately read this. If I use anyother lines from it in the future, I'll list the numbers at the top of the story.

Some people added this story to their alert list, and I'll admit, it reallyed encouraged me to write more. Just imagine how much more a review would encourage me. HINT HINT. Please, at least somebody put one up there...

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"She's awake," they heard Chakotay yell throughout the ship.

It had been a week since Telsa and Lenear had rescued Chakotay and Kathryn. During that time they had told Chakotay what their people had done to earth, what they needed Kathryn and him for. He was skeptical at first, and was even more shocked to learn that he had woken up on their space ship; however he soon adapted and, slowly, began to trust them.

They had not told him everything, just what he needed to know. Telsa had doubts at first, but Lenear thought at it would be too much for him to handle at the moment. They came to a compromise and told him that they were only giving him part of the story.

"Wait a minute," Chakotay said, looking skeptically at Telsa and Lenear, "you're admitting to me that you're only giving me half the story? Why?"

"Because I hate repeating myself," Lenear mumbled. Telsa hit him in the side with her elbow and shot him a dirty look.

"What Lenear means to say is," Telsa said looking from Lenear to Chakotay, "that we are meeting up with someone to move along part of our plan, and you and Kathryn both will hear the whole story then."

That was two days ago. Now Chakotay was shouting from the medical bay and Telsa and Lenear both quickly made their way there. When they entered, they saw Chakotay standing above Kathryn holding one of her hands in both of his. Her eyes were open and looking into his while she raised a hand to touch his face.

Chakotay looked up long enough to see Telsa and Lenear standing there. "She's awake," he repeated. Lenear walked over to where Kathryn was laying and started scanning her.

When Kathryn saw him, and sent a scared look to Chakotay, he said, "Don't worry. They saved our lives."

As soon as Lenear finished scanning her, he announced, "Everything seems to be doing great: You vitals are strong, your brain activity is where it should be, and your uterus and abdomen are healing perfectly. Besides a few scars, it'll be as if it never happened."

"Chakotay," Kathryn whispered, "the baby?"

Tears welled up in his eyes as Telsa told Kathryn what had happened.

"Rakel was behind the attack," Chakotay said when Telsa had finished.

"I know," Kathryn whispered, a tear falling down the side of her face. "I remember now what happened. He said Rakel wanted the baby dead, but he was going to raise it. He put it in a tube in his bag, and then he knocked me out."

"He had turned the blade on when I shot him," Telsa said. "The moving blade fell and shredded his bag, and everything in it, before I had even left the room with you."

"We'll never escape her," Kathryn whispered as another tear ran down her cheek, her voice full of despair.

"We have," Chakotay said. "We're in space right now, away from everything. Not even Rakel can find us here."

"We'll have to go back eventually, Chakotay," Kathryn said.

"There's nothing to go back to," Lenear said.

"What are you talking about," Chakotay asked.

"Remember the experiment we mentioned earlier? One of the side effects was an increase tectonic movement."

"In what?"

"Tectonic plates? You know, the plates beneath your planets crust," Lenear asked. At their blank looks, he said, "Never mind. That's not important. What's important is that your planet was overrun with earthquakes and volcanoes. This destroyed all life on your planet. In a few short hours, all the stress will cause the planet to implode on itself."

"Earth will be destroyed," Chakotay asked, almost too shocked to speak.

"That is why we need your help," Telsa said. "If you two help us, then we can prevent this from ever happening. And I'm not just talking about Earth's destruction. Earth wasn't always thrown into a constant warlike state. There was a time in your history when logic and peace were a way of life and people helped each other."

"Now you sound like all the elders who used to go on and on about Earth's glory days," Kathryn said, sitting up.

"They were telling you the truth."

"I didn't believe them then, and I don't believe you now."

"You have every right to doubt us," Telsa said, "but will you at least hear what we have to say?"

Kathryn looked uncertainly at Chakotay before looking back at Telsa and said, "Ok, I'll listen."

"Good," Lenear said. "We meet Braxton in two days."

"Who," Kathryn asked.

"Captain Braxton," Telsa explained, "is the one who's going to help us save your planet."

"I thought that's what we were for," Chakotay asked.

"You are. He's just the one who's going to make it possible."

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Lieutenant Commander Jenna Garcia sat at her desk holding a cup of coffee and sighed.

When she was approached at Starfleet Academy days before graduation by the Temporal Integrity Commission (TIC) to become a temporal agent, she immediately accepted. A week after graduation, she was back in school studying temporal theories, temporal phenomenon, and how to pilot the temporal ships. When she graduated 2 years later, a temporal war had broken out. She wasn't involved in the actual fighting, her job was to make sure the timeline didn't become contaminated.

The job kept her busy, but there were definite lulls between missions. To kill time, her and her teammates would go to the 20th and the 21st centuries, find an isolated farm, and start shooting off their phasers in the dead of night, making fun circle designs on the ground. They'd always get angry reports the next day from the agents on the ground about how their actions were being interpreted. 'Crop circles' the people called them. Creative bunch, weren't they? Ah well, it helped lighten the mood in an otherwise depressing environment. Although the Federation ended up winning the war, the price was high. Of the 75 people she had graduated with from the TIC's training school, only 23 of them were still alive or not severely wounded.

She had worked her way up the command chain and had gone on numerous missions. However, thanks to Captain Braxton, she found herself, in her opinion, on the wrong side of a desk, with little possibility of ever going on another major mission. The pendejo was facing a court martial after snapping on some assignment. She didn't know any of the details, unfortunately. The guy was an arrogant ass and she would have loved to know what he got busted for. Whatever he did had the command extremely paranoid. Lt. Cmdr. Garcia and four other officers were to go over all missions he'd been on his whole career. This included every piece of document the even mentions whatever mission he could have possibly been on. He served for over twenty years, was on 50 major missions, 20 covert operations, and sat on 15 separate committees. The amount of information that needed to be read was mind blowing, even after it had been divvied up. The stacks of data padds completely covered her desk and were a meter high.

"It's official," Jenna said while taking a sip of her coffee, "Captain Braxton is more trouble than he's worth."

"Talking to yourself again?"

"It's the only thing that keeps me sane around here." She had recognized the voice immediately, which was good considering there was no way she'd be able to see him without considerable effort over the stacks of padds. "What do you want Derrick," she asked taking another sip of coffee, still staring at the padds.

"Do the names Telsa or Lenear mean anything to you," he asked walking around the desk to face her. He was one of the 23 she had graduated with still on active duty and one of her closest friends.

"No."

"They were asking for Captain Braxton."

'Now what,' she thought. "Did they say what they wanted?"

"No, they just said that they wanted to talk to Braxton, that he was expecting them."

"And you're coming to me because…?"

"They wanted to speak to Captain Braxton."

"I caught that. What's you point?"

"Becky's covering his years as an ensign, Dan's got his lieutenant years, Alex has lieutenant commander, I have commander, and you've got captain."

"I know how it's divided up, Derrick."

"Well, anything he's done as a captain is your responsibility, including our new friends."

"You've got to be shitting me," Jenna said, one eyebrow raised.

"Nope," he said with a rueful smile. "They're waiting in conference room one."

"Payback's a bitch," Jenna said walking around him and heading for the door. "Just remember that cabron."

Laughing, he followed her out saying, "Yeah, I'll be sure to watch my back."

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Kathryn was sitting next to Chakotay and across from Telsa and Lenear. She was still recovering from the attack, and Chakotay tried to convince her to stay on the ship. He had almost persuaded her, not that she'd ever admit it, when Lenear insisted that she come. How could she ever hear the truth for herself unless she was there, he reasoned. She looked over at Chakotay and saw his nervous expression, how he tried to hide it behind his poker face. She reached below the table to grab on of his hands and squeeze it in support. His features relaxed considerably and he offered her a weak smile. Just then the door they had come in opened, and in walked a tall brunet in a blue uniform walk in.

"Who are you," Lenear demanded. "I told Lt. Cmdr. Severson we needed to talk to Capt. Braxton."

"I'm sorry," she replied, "but Capt. Braxton is unavailable. Perhaps I can help you instead?"

"Forgive my brother," Telsa said giving Lenear a dark look, "he gets over emotional sometimes. My name is Telsa. This is Lenear, Kathryn, and Chakotay," she said nodding towards each person as she spoke. "We wish to speak with Capt. Braxton because he already knows of our situation. Is there any way we can talk to him?"

"Unfortunately Capt. Braxton is in the middle of a court martial."

"That presents a problem," Lenear said.

"I'm Lt. Cmdr. Garcia, and I'm in charge of taking care of all responsibilities he might have had. Perhaps I can help you," she asked again.

"There is a lot at state here Commander, and it is a rather long story," Telsa said.

"I've got time," Jenna lied. She really should get working on those documents, but she'd take any excuse she could get putting them off.

"Very well," Telsa said. "We are not from the 29th century."

"We did pick up a temporal disturbance," Jenna said, confirming the time travel portion of the story. "A ship would have been sent out to investigate, but since you came to us, well, let's just say you have my full attention."

"We come from the 49th century."

"The 49th," Jenna repeated. She'd heard everything, or at least she thought she had, but this… well it caught her off guard to say the least.

"I know this is testing your history, but do you remember reading about how during the 24th how an alien ship came out of nowhere, scanned Earth, and than left as mysteriously as it came? This would have come just decades after the end of the Dominion War."

"I think so," Jenna said, trying to remember what she had heard. "It happened so fast that the only thing anyone was able to pick up was the frequency of the beam that scanned the planet's surface. Why?"

"That ship was sent by my people. Your planet will be destroyed as a direct result of our actions that day."