Annie was suddenly aware of being awake. She felt like she'd just fallen asleep, and wondered what had woken her up. Knowing she needed to be ready for the early shift tomorrow, she tried to go back to sleep. After several minutes, she gave up. She opened her eyes, ready to get out of bed and atleast do something other than sit in bed and try to fall back to sleep. What she saw made her stop. The room she was in was not hers; it wasn't any room on Voyager. Instead of the room she'd been sleeping in for the past five months, she saw what looked like a ranch house from the early 21st century.

"Annie, is everything okay?" She heard a male voice ask softly. What is a man doing in my quarters? She asked herself, feeling herself starting to panic. A hand touched her shoulder, and she immediately stiffened.

"Who are you, and what are you doing in my bed?" She asked, trying to hide the fact that she was scared. The hand gently tugged, and she rolled over to face the owner. The man looked confused, and possibly hurt.

"Hey, are you alright? Annie, it's me, Derrin, your husband." He kept his voice low, but Annie could tell he thought he was serious. She tried not to recoil from his touch. He looked like he was probably in his mid-twenties, with dark brown hair and even darker eyes. In the dark, it was difficult to identify him any further.

"I don't know who you are, or how I got here, but this isn't right." She declared, inching away from him. As she out her hand out to push the blanket off, she realized she wasn't wearing her pajamas. They were pajamas all right, but not hers. They were blue, too, but a much darker blue than the ones she wore on Voyager. And plush. Her hand went to her chest to push her intercom, but there was no intercom. Was this somebody's practical joke with the holodeck? The man moved toward her, making her move back into action. She got out of the bed as fast as she could and moved towards the door. The man followed.

"Annie, did you have a nightmare or something? I've never seen you act like this before!" He asked, following her. He was dressed in dark green pants and a white tank top. Even though it was dark, Annie could see his well-defined biceps and knew she wouldn't be able to escape if he got a hold of her. Wrapping her arms around herself as a kind of barrier, she walked backwards until she hit the door. It was just as real as the pajamas she was wearing, and she could tell without looking that it was made of wood. The man stepped closer and put his hands on her elbows.

"Please, Annie, talk to me!" He pleaded softly, his fingers softly brushing her skin. She flinched automatically. She glanced down at his hands, then up at his face.

"Don't—don't touch me." She said softly. None of this made sense. This wasn't a Holodeck program that she recognized, and she'd just been in her quarters on Voyager. To her surprise, and relief, the man let his hands fall to his side. "I don't understand what's happening here. I was just in my room aboard the starship Voyager. I have no idea who you are, or where I am." Derrin nodded, and stepped back a little.

"I know." He replied, sounding defeated. Annie felt a surge of hope, but it crashed down when he spoke again, "Honey, you got sick right after we went that Voyager reunion two weeks ago. You've been having hallucinations since then." Hallucinations?

"No, that's not true!" She insisted, feeling her temper starting to flare, "I've been living on Voyager since they rescued me and my other crew members five months ago. Our ship crashed, and we were all reassigned to Voyager." Derrin shook his head slightly.

"Listen to me." He put his hands on her again, but this time she didn't pull away, "The virus you have makes you hallucinate. The doctor said your hallucinations would seem very realistic because of your condition."

"My condition?" She asked slowly. She hadn't been sick since coming on board Voyager, unless sleep deprivation counted as an illness. Derrin smiled slightly, and his hands moved down to her hips.

"Oh, come on, sweetheart. You didn't forget, did you?" He teased slightly.

"Forget what?" She asked, beginning to get frustrated with this nonsense.

"We just found out yesterday that we're gonna have a baby, honey!" Pregnant? She pushed his hands away and moved to the side. Was someone trying to play a sick game with her mind?

"That can't be, it's impossible!" She replied quickly. But only if this is fake. Derrin laughed like she was being silly.

"Well, nothing else could explain why you've been having morning sickness and how we got to see the baby yesterday." Her hands automatically went down to her stomach.

"We saw it yesterday?" She asked incredulously, "Yesterday I was on board Voyager, trying to repair the warp core." He put his arms around her in a tender gesture. Something about it seemed almost familiar, and she didn't struggle.

"Yeah, I remember you telling me that you had problems with the warp core your last week on Voyager." His voice was soft and soothing. "You guys got back okay, but you haven't been on Voyager since then." What, did I retire? She wanted to ask him, knowing that nothing short of death or injury would make her leave Voyager. Or, getting married and having a family, she admitted to herself. Which appeared to be the case. She started to pace the room.

"Look, Derrin, I don't know how this happened, but in my reality, we've never met. Heck, I'm not even dating anyone." She used her hands for emphasis, "And since I'm not seeing anyone, and I'm not married, I can't imagine how I could be pregnant in this reality!" That was the part that was most confusing. How could she suddenly be pregnant in another reality? Did she somehow get transported to the future, or did she replace herself in an alternate reality? And either way, would she really be pregnant if they ran more tests?

Derrin rubbed the back of his neck, looking frustrated for the first time.

"Look, I don't know what happened, either." He stated, "But, I do know that we met the same week you came home. We started seeing each other, and then got married almost a year later. We've been married for two years now." Well, that would explain why I've never seen you before. Still, what he said couldn't have been rehearsed. He looked so serious about it that Annie started to believe him.

"Ok, so I must have been sent to the future, then." She declared, "But it doesn't explain how it happened. Seriously, I just fell asleep on Voyager. Falling asleep does not transport you to the future, last I checked."

"You're right, it doesn't." He agreed, folding his arms across his chest. "Sweetie, I'm tired, you're tired, so why don't we just go to sleep and try to figure this out in the morning?" Annie wasn't about to climb into bed with a man she didn't know, but didn't say that out loud. Derrin seemed to sense her hesitance.

"If it makes you feel better, I'll go sleep on the couch." He offered quietly. Before she realized what she was doing, Annie was refusing that idea.

"No, don't do that." She spoke faster than she meant to, and realized it probably sounded odd, "I don't want to kick you out of my—our room over something like this. If we really are married, then it's okay." Derrin searched her face, as if he was hoping to find something there that she wasn't saying.

"It's alright. I'll see you in the morning." With that, he left the room. Before shutting the door, he cast a lingering glance her way. Annie felt rotten inside, like it was her fault that this was all happening.

A/N: So, I have to admit, I had this chapter finished when I posted the first chapter, but I wanted to see people´s reactions first. And, as always, lemme know what you think.

L.C.