Allensworth sat in the lobby at Starfleet Medical. He stared at the floor with arms resting on his knees and his fingers interlocked. He hoped that this problem would just go away. He had enough problems to deal with and now either he had to die or his father. At that moment, a person came around the corner and stood there for a second, as if they were trying figure out what to do.

Allensworth looked up to see Lieutenant Dowler.

"Do you mind if I join you, sir?" She asked.

Even thought it was the last thing he wanted, he allowed her to sit next to him. She was unaware of what was going on but she could feel the captain's troubled aura. It was damn near suffocating her. He leaned back against the wall.

"How's your relationship with your family, Lieutenant?"

The question caught her off guard. "Sir?"

"I'm stuck with a dilemma. My father's DNA is the key to keeping me alive. I only need follow up treatments for a few months but he could die unless we treat him. If we treat him then the restructured DNA I need will revert back to its original state and I'll die."

"My mother would've had a sister." Lieutenant Dowler said. "When my grandmother was pregnant for the second time, there were complications. When it came down to it, she was face with the choice of her own life or her unborn daughter. She would more than surely die if she had the child. There was a ten percent chance of both of them surviving if she went through with it. She gave the go ahead to abort. She wanted to give her life in hopes that her daughter would survive but there was a forty percent chance of her daughter surviving. However, she would definitely survive if she aborted. My grandfather wanted her to abort to which she ultimately did. She survived. The deciding factor was that if she did then at least one of them would survive. If she went through with the birth, then it was likely that they both would die."

Allensworth nodded. He understood what her story meant but it didn't make the decision much easier.

"Thank you, Lieutenant." He said.

He got up and headed for sickbay. He walked through the doors, to see his father still lying in the bed. Plumley had not yet cleared him to leave because she was still doing tests to figure out if she could save them both. The younger Allensworth came over and sat down next to his father.

"We find ourselves in uncertain times, where the fate of the Federation could be decided in the blink of an eye. And when the time to make a stand against the darkness is at hand, the Federation will need someone to step up and lead the way. That person is not Captain Stork, Admiral Janeway or even Captain Picard. It's you, Jermaine."

"You're giving me too much credit." He quickly retorted. "Life will go on when I'm gone."

"And who will take over in spearheading the war against the Empire." His father asked. He didn't give his son the time to answer. "Nobody. Can you see your counselor leading a war? No. Can you see your doctor doing it? No. Without strong leadership the Federation is damned."

"The needs of the many outweigh the needs of the few." Jermaine said to himself as the realization finally struck him.

His father smiled. "You didn't survive seven years in the Delta Quadrant with Janeway for nothing."

Captain's Personal Log: Using my father's modified DNA, Doctor Plumley was able to perform the follow up treatments necessary to save my life. As expected, the procedure mutated my father's DNA beyond repair; he died a few hours later.

Allensworth walked the streets of San Francisco thinking to himself.

I killed my father. I am the last of the Allensworth family. The Terran Empire killed the rest of my family and I finished the job with my own. It was for the greater good. I've told myself that ever since he closed his eyes for the final time. Because he gave his life to save mine, I am alive to lead the Federation and we'll have saved billions of lives, just not one of the ones I most held dear. He wanted to be a grandfather and when I went missing and assumed lost, he figured he had lost me when Starfleet said Voyager was lost. He was overjoyed when I returned. Now with the Mirror War, I haven't had time to really look for someone to settle down with. I had assumed that I would've found somebody and maybe I would've if the war hadn't started. But I don't think I'll ever have the time to start a family. I am the last of my family. There will be no more Allensworths after me.

He was brought out of his thoughts by a voice calling out to him. It wasn't a personal calling because they called him by rank so it meant that it was a professional call. He turned around to see Counselor Nycz coming up behind him.

"How are you feeling, sir?"

"I feel empty, evil and guilty. I can hardly stand to look at myself. I just needed sometime to myself."

"I understand, sir. You know I'm here for you, sir. That is my title."

Allensworth grinned slightly. "So, did you need something, Counselor, or did you just come here to tell me that?"

"Actually, sir, I came to retrieve you. We need to report to the starbase in orbit by orders of Admiral Nechayev."

"Well, we don't want to get her mad now do we? We can't have her reassigning us to some random deep space assignment." Allensworth joked.

Shortly later, the Alexandria crew who were on Earth stood in a shuttle in the starship bay of the spacedock orbiting Earth. It was slowly moving through the bay past multiple starships.

"Someone once said that the bureaucratic mind is the only constant in the universe." Dustin said holding one of his daughters.

"Who said that?" Hoshi asked holding the other.

"Doctor McCoy." Dustin said.

"We'll get a freighter probably." Alex said smiling.

"I'm actually counting on Antigone. The new Kaiten class starship." Trinn said.

Dustin shot Michelle a look. "The Antigone? Named after the girl whose father was her brother, who later killed herself in a cave? Not to mention, why the hell would you want a Kaiten class ship? Hell, we'd be better off manning a Constitution class starship." Zofchak said.

"A ship is a ship." Allensworth said.

"Aye, sir." Dustin said. "Thy will be done."

The small shuttle headed towards the Antigone but then elevated to go over the ship. The group all looked stunned when they saw a Sovereign class ship hovering on the other side of the ship. On its hull it read: U.S.S. Alexandria. NCC-2547-A

A smile crept across Captain Allensworth's face. "My friends, we've come home."

A few days later, the rest of the crew had returned to Earth and were assigned to the new Alexandria. The new ship was out of spacedock and currently in drydock and ready to leave to join the rest of the fleet. The drydock arms had spread outward to allow the ship to leave.

Captain Allensworth walked onto the bridge that was new but yet familiar to him. Everyone was at their stations. He looked around and smiled as he approached the center chair.

Jermaine sat down in his chair and pressed a button on the arm of his command chair. "All hands, this is the captain. Prepare for departure and welcome home." He closed the channel by hitting the button on the chair. He looked to Lieutenant Trinn stationed at navigation. "Helm, thrusters."

"Moorings retracted, sir. Thrusters fired. Separating from drydock."

The ship moved away from dry dock and was in position to leave the system.

Captain Allensworth looked around again. He was pleased to be back on a starship after a few months. It was a good feeling and he hoped it would last.

"Let's see how she handles. Warp five, hit it."

The Alexandria-A leapt into warp heading deeper into Federation space, ready to combat the Terran Empire.

The End.