Janeway was hunched over the pilot's console, frantically pressing buttons. She glanced up to see fiery cracks engulfing almost all the surface of the purple-grey planet. Janeway wasn't really sure what the hell was going on, but she did know one thing: She had to get them out of orbit before the planet below them exploded, taking Voyager and her crew with it! Janeway pressed the button that would send them flying at warp 9- no response. She tried again. Nothing.

"Janeway to engineering!" She cried, slapping her commbadge. "Engineering, come in!"

"Ensign Vorik here, Captain." Someone finally responded. He sounded terrible.

"Vorik, planetary break-up is imminent. I need all the power you can give me!"

Down in engineering, Vorik had been lying on his back behind a console, a fine sheen of sweat on his brow and upper lip. At this, he stiffly stood up and turned his attention to the machine, doing his best to ignore the three engineering personnel giggling drunkenly at the optics console and the gay couple passionately embracing on the level above him. "The warpcore is offline. It will take approximately twenty minutes to bring it to full power."

"Understood, and get on it! Janeway out."

Janeway hurriedly took off her jacket and crewneck shirt-God, it was hot, someone must've messed with environmental controls- and pinned her commbadge onto her white camisole. "Roberts, ETA on planetary break-up," she called behind her. "Ensign!"

She looked to the tactical station that Ensign Roberts had been manning; no one was there. Janeway jogged over to find the young woman passed out on her back. Janeway rolled Roberts on to her side-death by choking on one's own vomit was not romantic-as she had done with the two other now-unconscious gamma shift bridge crew and then assessed the information displayed on the console. Shockwaves from the planet's explosion would assault Voyager in less than ten minutes.

They were out of time.

The normally-stoic Chakotay fidgeted as he rode in the turbolift. He too had ditched his Starfleet uniform jacket, instead pinning his commbadge directly onto the fitted blue crewneck he wore beneath. Half an hour ago, he had gathered all the remaining crewmembers who were not infected with the strange intoxication disease (virus? Disorder? Whatever it was) and helped them to barricade themselves in the mess hall with Neelix, who was armed with a frying pan to keep the drunken sick out. Chakotay was a little hazy on what happened between then and now, but he knew that he wanted to see the captain and that she was on the bridge, so that was where he was heading now.

Chakotay stepped out of the lift and onto the bridge. The sight that greeted him was the planet they were orbiting almost completely immersed in dramatic, Dante-worthy flames. Didn't Janeway say they'd be long gone before this? Chakotay's mind swam as he tried to make sense of it all.

He glanced over to his left to see Janeway bent over the optics console. She had stripped down to a tank top, baring lovely shoulders and a long, graceful neck. She looked so beautiful with her hair a little mussed like that-but then again, he thought she was beautiful anytime.

"Kathryn," he murmured, stepping towards her.

"Commander!" she said, meeting his gaze. "Asteroids!"

He was confused-well, more confused than already. "What?" But Janeway was darting around the bridge, checking displays and pressing buttons at various consoles. "Those asteroids are virtual balloons of fuel. We don't have to wait for the warp core to come back on line; we just have to create our own controlled explosion!" She quickly raised the aft shielding and then poised herself behind a console, ready to fire a photon torpedo at the asteroids that would hopefully blast them to safety.

"Brace yourself," Janeway turned to advice the commander, but suddenly his lips were on hers, hot hands that must be leaving marks on her neck and waist, body pressing up against her…

Fear not, my JCers- plenty more command team goodness to come! What did you think of Tom and Harry's holodeck antics?