A/N: Sorry this took so long to write. A combination of writer's block and multiple tests and papers made this take longer than planned. This chapter did seem to take on a life of itself and started leading this story in a direction I didn't plan on taking it. Funny how things can happen like that. Anyway, enjoy.

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"I want to see her," Chakotay said as soon as Derrick entered the house they were renting.

"We've been over this," Derrick patiently explained. "Once the substitution has been made, seeing each other would only interfere…"

"I just want to see her," Chakotay said. "You said that before his capture, the guy I'm impersonating was a member of Starfleet. I can say we shared a class and I wanted to see if she was alright."

"Ok, what class?"

"I don't know," he said, "history."

"What kind of history?"

"American," Chakotay made up.

"What section? What professor? What time was the class? Did Kathryn Janeway or Chakotay even take American History?"

"I don't know," Chakotay shouted. "I just want to see her, one more time. She'll be gone from my life for over a decade. I just want to see her one last time."

"I'm sorry Chakotay," Derrick said.

"What if it was Jenna?"

"What if what was Jenna?"

"What if it was Jenna lying in that hospital bed and you knew you weren't going to see her again for years. Would you still just let her go without one more chance to see her?"

"Chakotay, there's a difference," Derrick explained, throat suddenly tight, "Jenna and I are just friends. We're two of 23 people we graduated that made through the war. I have the same bond with the other 21 surviving members."

"Sure you do," Chakotay said, walking away angrily.

"You're a nurse at the hospital," Derrick said, causing Chakotay to stop cold. When he turned to face Derrick, he continued saying, "You're just out of medical school and I'm the nurse you're reporting to."

"Thank you," Chakotay said.

"Don't thank me just yet," Derrick sighed. "Jenna is gonna kill both of us for doing this."

"It'll be worth it," Chakotay said. "When can we go?"

Derrick checked the time and said, "The ship Kathryn's arriving on won't be here for another hour. That'll give us time to get us both a uniform."

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"Dr. Hanson," someone yelled. Jenna turned around to see Dr. Parker, her superior at the hospital, hurrying towards her.

"Dr. Parker," Jenna said, turning around, "what can I do for you?"

"I hate to have you do something this politically involved your first week, but I need you to handle this situation. We've got a ship coming in with a badly injured ensign on board. I want you to take a look at her."

"Sure," Jenna said. "What's so politically involved about that?"

"She's the daughter of an influential admiral. She was on a mission with her father and one other Starfleet Officer when the shuttle they were on started having engine problems. They sent out a distress call that was picked up by the Enterprise. The rescue party they sent down couldn't find the crash site, and she's the only survivor. They did, however, find proof that she had been transported to the surface."

"An emergency transport," Jenna asked.

"That's what we believe."

"It is strange that you haven't found a crash site, but depending on what went wrong on that shuttle, maybe there was nothing left to crash. If there was a warp core overload, then they would have had only seconds to try and beam down to the planet."

"Would this theory come from your time as a field medic during the conflict with the Cardassians," Dr. Parker asked with a small smile.

"Sorry," Jenna said, returning the smile, "force of habit."

"Don't worry about it. Starfleet has thought about that scenario and is looking into it. What I need you to do is scan Ensign Janeway and make sure her bio scans match what's file."

"Couldn't the doctors on the Enterprise do that?"

"They did," Dr. Parker explained, "her scans and the ones on file don't match."

"That's not normal," Jenna said. "Could the rescue party have been given the wrong bio signs?"

"I'm hoping that's all it is," Dr. Parker sighed. "Anyway, since she's an admiral's daughter…"

"You want to make sure that this situation comes to a speedy and quiet conclusion," Jenna finished for him.

"You have real potential here, Dr. Hanson."

"Please, sir, call me Ellen," Jenna said.

"The shuttle should be here in fifteen minutes. I'd like you to meet them in the docking bay."

"I'll head over there right now sir," Jenna said walking away. She hated hospitals. She'd rushed too many friends to medical bays and hospitals during the war just to watch them die. Every time she entered one she started wondering what the point of life was if you're just going to end up dying. That question was soon followed by other deep questions, and one thing Jenna tried to avoid was being deep. Because once you're start thinking about deep questions, you have to analyze yourself, your life, your work. Once you start questioning your work, you're in a world of shit, literally, according to Adm. Jones.

She had arrived a week before with a forged transfer orders. They had plenty of contacts and could have gotten an official one easily enough, but she decided against it. Despite Telsa and Lenear's confidence, she doubted that they would be able to convince their people not to unleash the rafritzia on Earth. If that happened it would be up to Kathryn and Chakotay to convince Starfleet Command of the impending danger. If for some reason Jenna or Derrick believed they would be unsuccessful, the decision was made to allow Starfleet to find evidence of the substitution. It was a last resort, but even Adm. Jones implied that if it became clear that it was needed his organization, whatever it was, would not stand in their way.

As she walked to meet the rescue team that had Kathryn's body, she wondered how she had gotten in this situation. 'Ah well,' she thought, 'it beats going over the rest of Braxton's files.'

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"The uniform fits," Chakotay said stepping in front of Derrick, who was also wearing a Starfleet medical uniform.

"Good," Derrick said. "Alright, I called in some favors, so we're good to go. Here are your credentials and name badge."

"Jose," Chakotay asked. "I've gone from a Native American to a Mexican."

"You're dark skin allows you to pass for both. It's best for you to try and distance yourself from the real Chakotay right now."

"I can't even pronounce my last name. How about you Derrick?"

"That's Nurse Daniels to you," he replied.

"What are we going to do about my tattoo?"

"I'm going to get rid of it."

"What," Chakotay shouted. "No way!"

"I'll put it back."

"Not a chance."

"It's the only way you can see Kathryn."

"You fight dirty," Chakotay said, sitting down.

"Stop acting like a five year old and be sure not to move," Derrick said as he picked up an instrument and got to work.

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Jenna had just finished switching the real Kathryn Janeway's DNA with Kathryn's when she was told that Gretchen and Phoebe Janeway were asking for Kathryn's attending physician. She mentally braced herself; having to lie to Kathryn's family was the part she was dreading the most. Her only hope was that when the truth eventually came out the families involved would at least let her explain why they went through with the substitution. She didn't expect to be forgiven; she just wanted them to hear her out.

She turned the corner, and before she was ready, she was standing in front of Kathryn Janeway's family and friends.

"Mrs. Janeway," Jenna asked the crowd.

"I'm Gretchen Janeway," said an older woman stepping forward. She was shorter than Jenna imagined and her eyes were red and puffy from crying.

"Mrs. Janeway, my name is Dr. Ellen Hanson, and I'm your daughter's attending physician."

"Why won't they let me see my daughter," Gretchen asked. "I just want to see her."

"I know," Jenna said, fighting a lump in her throat, "but before I can allow that, I need to run a few tests."

"What kind of tests?"

"I'm afraid I can't answer that question right now."

"Why not," Gretchen asked, starting to become hysterical.

"Mrs. Janeway, I'm working as fast as I can. I would prefer to wait until I have the test results before I answer your questions. Believe me when I tell you I wouldn't hold this information back unless there was a good reason."

"It's going to be ok mom," a woman said, hugging Gretchen Janeway from behind.

"Are you Phoebe Janeway," Jenna asked her.

"Yes I am."

"Could I have a moment alone?"

"Sure," she said nervously as she let go of her mother and followed Jenna.

They walked out of hearing distance of the others before Jenna turned to Phoebe and said, "I need to make sure your mother isn't alone when she gets the test results."

"Ok, why?"

Jenna looked at the wall and gathered her thoughts. She had already decided that it would be in her best interest if she could have an ally in the Janeway family, and Phoebe seemed like her best bet. Now, she just had to decide how much she was going to tell her.

"I can't tell you any of the specifics yet," Jenna started slowly, "but suffice it to say, there have been some questions raised about whether or not that's your sister."

"What are you saying," Phoebe demanded.

"It could be a simple processing error," Jenna said, "or it could be a misidentification. We don't know, that's why we're running the tests."

"Why are you telling me this," Phoebe said after she had a minute to catch her breath.

"Because I don't think your mother could handle that news just yet. She was already told she lost her husband and future son in law. How do you think she'd react if we told her we weren't sure that was her daughter in that room?"

"So why are you telling me," Phoebe asked again.

"In case I need help breaking the news to your mother."

"Do you think that there was a misidentification," Phoebe asked, her eyes begging Jenna for an answer.

"I think," Jenna said, "that I need the test results before I can say anything for sure."

"How much longer before the results," Phoebe asked as they made their way back to the crowd in front of Kathryn's room.

"Maybe ten minutes," Jenna answered.

"What am I going to tell my mother we were talking about?"

"Tell her I was asking for some clarification on your family's medical history and I didn't think she was in a strong enough state to do that."

Phoebe gave a rueful laugh and said, "If I tell her that the whole hospital will hear her yelling."

"Which would you prefer: the despair in her eyes right now or the thought of her anger?"

"You have a point," Phoebe sighed.

By the time they made it back to the group she saw a man she recognized as Adm. Paris standing with Gretchen Janeway. 'Horse shit,' Jenna thought to herself. Things just got interesting.

"Are you Dr. Hanson," He demanded as she and Phoebe got close.

"Yes sir, can I help you?"

"You can start by answering why you won't let Gretchen see her daughter."

"Owen, please," Gretchen said. He just ignored her and continued to press Jenna.

"Listen, Admiral," Jenna said unflinching under his harsh glare, "there are reasons why I gave the order that I did. If you have any questions, please see Dr. Parker. I'm sure he'd be more than willing to answer your questions, but my order stands: until I get the test results in 10 minutes, nobody but medical personal goes into that room."

She had a staring contest with Adm. Paris that lasted for a minute before he stepped away and said angrily, "Fine, but if 10 minutes comes and goes and we still don't have any answers I'll have your head."

"Get in line," she muttered as she walked into Kathryn's room. As soon as she entered she was so surprised by what she saw she momentarily was at a loss at what to say. She quickly regained her powers of speech, and said, "What the hell are you two doing here?"

"Ok, now before you get angry," Chakotay started to say.

"Too late," both Derrick and Jenna said at the same time.

"Look I just wanted to say goodbye one last time," Chakotay said.

"You had that opportunity," Jenna said. "Do you have any idea how many things could go wrong with you just being here?"

"What if it was Derrick," Chakotay demanded.

"What if what was Derrick," Jenna asked, thrown.

"This sounds familiar," Derrick muttered.

"What if it was Derrick lying in that hospital bed and you knew you weren't going to see him again for years. Would you still just let him go without one more chance to see him?"

This was the first time Derrick had ever seen Jenna taken this off guard. Normally it only took her a few minutes to recover from a curve that was thrown at her, but this one really had her running in circles.

"You've got five minutes, but then you've got to go," Jenna said.

"Thank you," Chakotay said before giving Derrick a sly smile.

Derrick walked over to Jenna and said, "You do realize that this might give credit to the rumor that you really do have a heart?"

Jenna gave him a dirty look and said, "You are in so much trouble."

"Take a look over at them and ask me if I care, or that you do for that matter."

Jenna looked over and saw Chakotay standing over Kathryn with a look in his eyes that made her heart lurch. "I suppose it is rather minute in the grand scheme of things."

"Ok," Chakotay said, "I'm ready to go."

"Alright," Derrick said. "I guess we'll see you at the house."

"Wait, you two can't just walk out," Jenna said stopping them.

"Why not," Chakotay asked.

"There are at least fifteen people out there including an admiral who I'm not exactly friends with. If the two of you walk out and then I follow a couple minutes later I'm going to have to field quite a few questions."

"Do you have a better plan," Derrick asked.

Jenna sighed and said, "Tell me your names and I can act like you were in here checking on her when I came in and as we walk out you can give me an update."

"I can't pronounce my name," Chakotay said, "but here are the credentials that Derrick gave me."

"Here, take mine too," Derrick said handing them to her.

"Thanks," she said as she read the names on the ID cards. "Derrick, where did you get these?"

"I got them through Jimmy," he replied. "Why?"

"Did you happen to read the names?"

"Yeah, mine's Jack Daniels and Chakotay's is Jose Carvo."

"Cuervo," Jenna corrected.

"What's the big deal?"

"The big deal is that Jack Daniels and Jose Cuervo are brands of liquor," Jenna said. "What's your next ID badge going to read? Captain Morgan? Tennessee's Finest?"

"That last one doesn't make sense," Chakotay pointed out. When he saw the look Jenna gave him he said, "Well it doesn't!"

"Look, it's not a big deal," Derrick said, "let's just get out of here and you can yell at me later, ok?"

"Alright," Jenna said grabbing a chart and gave it to Chakotay. "Memorize this information. You're going to recite it to me as we walk out."

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"I'm going to stand by Dr. Hanson's request," Dr. Parker told Adm. Paris. "In this situation it's the best call."

"But no one will tell us what the situation even is," Adm. Paris said. Phoebe just shook her head and wrapped her arm around her mother's shoulder. Dr. Hanson emerged from Kathryn's room with two nurses who seemed to be briefing her.

"Dr. Hanson," someone shouted from down the hall. A nurse ran up and handed her a padd.

"Thank you Johnny. You can go on break now."

"Yes ma'am," he said as he turned and left.

She concentrated on the padd, but her face didn't change. She handed the padd to Dr. Parker and made eye contact with Phoebe. She gave a slight smile and then turned to her mother while Dr. Parker quietly briefed Adm. Paris.

"Mrs. Janeway, I can finally answer your questions."

"Really," she asked.

"Really," Dr. Hanson answered. "The tests I had to run were to prove that it was really your daughter in that room behind me. When she was rescued there were some questions as to her true identity, which is why I had to run a series of tests to make sure it was really her."

"Why would they think it wasn't my Katie?"

"I could share the details with you if you like or I could let you go see your daughter." Without answering Gretchen jumped up and rushed into the room. "Excuse me," Dr. Hanson said to Phoebe and walked into Kathryn's room after whispering something to the two nurses she walked out with.

When one of Phoebe's aunts tried to follow Dr. Hanson into the room, one of the nurses stopped him saying, "Dr. Hanson has asked us only to allow Mrs. Janeway in at the moment."

Phoebe watched all of this, wondering what the hell Dr. Hanson was doing.