Alternative version of how Workforce Season 7 of Voyager would have turned out. What if Harry had stayed on Voyager and Tom had been on the away mission.

Tom already missed them and it had been a week. He didn't know how he was going to get through the next two weeks.

"Could this mission end earlier by any chance Commander?"

"Nope. Sorry," Chakotay said. "I was actually surprised you agreed to come at all. Harry seemed willing enough."

"I didn't really want to come but B'Elanna would hear none of it."

Chakotay laughed. "I wonder why."

"Oh I know why," Tom said. "Apparently I smother her when I get worried."

"And why would you be worried?"

"If you were married to a pregnant Klingon who is never careful you would worry too."

Chakotay laughed even harder but didn't bring it up again and Tom despite his best efforts did survive three weeks without his wife.

Chakotay and Neelix were sick of him fretting by the time they got to the rondevu coordinates but when Voyager wasn't there. Tom stopped caring about what they thought or where he was or why he wasn't somewhere else. He panicked.

Tom paced inside the brig. He knows he went too far but he can't bring himself to regret his actions. Chakotay could have done alot worse to him then lock him in the brig. Court martial for starters. Not knowing where B'Elanna and his baby were let alone knowing if they were even safe was eating him alive. But Chakotay was right he was no use if all he could do is panic.

"Chakotay to Paris."

"Paris here."

"We found Voyager. Docking now. Report to the bridge." The forcefield around his cell went down. He felt the shuttle land.

On his way to the bridge, Tom didn't see another living soul.

Neelix and Chakotay were on the bridge and the Doctor. Two environmental suits were abandoned in the corner.

"We just got life support working," Chakotay told Tom. "The doctor has told us that the crew abandoned ship. Seeing as you are, as you have already informed me, 'highly motivated' can you report to astrometrics and search for our missing crew?"

"Thank you." Tom said and left without a word.

Three days later he found them.

"Paris to Chakotay."

"Chakotay here."

"I found them. They are on an M class planet three days away at maximum warp."

"I'm on my way."

Three days later they arrive and Chakotay talks to the planets governing body. They know nothing about the abduction and said most of the people they mentioned have excellent jobs at the main power facility. They even asked a few of these people if they used to live on a spaceship named Voyager but they had no idea what Voyager was.

"Can I join the away mission?" Tom asked.

"I know you want to Tom," Chakotay said. "But it looks like our crew doesn't remember who we are. B'Elanna won't remember who you are which means you knowing her might freak her out. Someone has to stay with the ship."

"Don't worry Tom," Neelix said. "If I find her I will try and bring her back to you." He smiled.

"Thanks. At least I know she is alive, which is more than I had three days ago."

"I need an emergency beam out," Chakotay said over the comms. "Lock on to Neelix's signal and transport straight to sick bay."

Tom did and headed straight to sick bay the second he could leave the bridge.

He entered sickbay to find his very pregnant wife being held down by the doctor and Neelix.

"We're friends. We're trying to help you," Neelix said trying to hold B'Elanna down on the bed with the help of the doctor.

"No," B'Elanna yelled. "Don't touch me."

"I'm going to have to sedate her," The doctor said.

"No," Tom jumped in. "She hates that. Just let me talk to her."

The doctor gave him a dubious look but motioned to Neelix to let her go.

B'Elanna sat up on the biobed on full alert. She jumped down off the bed all the while her gaze shifting around the room. She seemed to be taking in the exit and the locations of the consoles where she would be able to access information.

"Stay back!" she said. Neelix and the doctor did so but Tom moved one step closer.

"You are safe, B'Elanna." Tom said slowly. "I am not going to hurt you."

"How do you know my name?"

"The better question is how do I know your mother's name is Miral. Your father abandoned you when you were about twelve years old after a really horrible family camping trip. You blamed yourself for him leaving even though it was never your fault. You hate everything Kinglon even though it was your human parent that failed you, not your Klingon one. You love banana pancakes and a good challenge. You are an amazing engineer and a loyal friend."

"Who are you?" She said. She had stopped taking in the room and was starting at Tom. Though her memories of being here were gone they are left her memories of earth and her personality in tact. She knew all Tom had said was true.

"Let's just say I am someone who cares about you," Tom said.

"I don't even know you!"

"You have had your memories altered."

"For all I know that could be some elaborate lie to make me trust my kidnappers."

"You're not a prisoner B'Elanna."

"So I am free to go?"

"Yes," Tom said, Neelix and the doctor looked at him non-plused. "But if you wish to return to that planet you will have to take me with you."

"Why would I take you with me?"

"The better question is why would I want to go." He smiled. "B'Elanna please just relax and I will explain."

B'Elanna seemed to lower her guard somewhat. Her stance relaxed and she sat back down on the biobed.

"Neelix, Doctor," Tom said. "Chakotay needs you. Please work on finding a way to get him back." They both nodded and left.

Tom come closer to stand by the biobed next to where she sat. He was careful not to get too close even though all he wanted to do was hold her. He had missed her so much.

"So why would you want to follow a total stranger down to the planet?" B'Elanna asked.

Tom smiled. "Because I made a promise to follow you wherever you go for the rest of my life," he said simply. "At a certain ceremony most people call a wedding."

His expressions changed. "Really though, I couldn't go through that again," he said real pain in his voice now. "We got the the randave coordinates and Voyager wasn't there. Wasn't anywhere. It felt like the world had fallen out from under me. Chakotay had to put me in the bridge to stop me from doing something stupid."

She didn't know what to say. This was a very strange kidnapping.

"Oh and," he said. "I would never abandon my daughter even if her mother doesn't remember me." She gasped.

"Computer," Tom said. "Run a DNA analysis on B'Elanna Torres's child and compare to the DNA of Tom Paris."

"Analysis complete. There is a DNA parent relationship between these two."

"Pick up that tricorder and run our own stan if you don't trust our computer," Tom said indicating the medical tricorder on the tray. "Use any piece of scanning equipment you can find make or replicate. You will get the same result

She did pick up the tricorder and repeat the scan but didn't feel the need to repeat the scan with another device. When she was done he continued.

"I am your husband," Tom said. "But they made you forget me and our life. I was on an away mission you insisted I didn't pass on and the ship's crew were taken while we were away." He paused. "I wish I could make this easier for you."

She studied his face. And found nothing but concern and love there. Technology had never lied to her before but she didn't know him.

"And if I believe you?" B'Elanna said.

"I hope the doctor will be able to help you get your memories back," Tom said. "But if he can't I will show you your life and hope you will find a way to accept that I will be here one way or the other."

"Married to a women who can't remember you?"

"Sure why not," Tom joked. "Looks like fun in the movies." He smiled and had to check himself from leaning in to hug her. "I am happy to know you are safe."

She had noticed that. From the moment he saw her he almost looked lighter. How could you fake that many unconscious expressions.

"What memories did they give you," Tom said, after a pause. He wasn't sure if he should ask but he so wanted to know. "Whose baby did you think it was?"

"I don't know," B'Elanna said. "Just some guy I met, I guess. It's kinda fuzz. Maybe I was drunk at the time."

A flash of anger showed on his face then vanished. She noticed this and realized he was mad at the people who had created that memory for her. Mad they had given her such a negative reason for her current condition.

"Will you let me help you?" He asked.

He was dedicated to her. His body language alone proved that. She didn't feel kidnapped anymore. And she had to admit having a loving and dedicated husband was a much better place to be in than knocked up by a stranger she can't remember.

"Alright," she said.

"What now doctor?" Tom asked as B'Elanna's first treatment was over.

"We have to see if it worked. You should show her some parts of her life. Furniture, log entries, her favorite food. Just to help unlock her mind and reverse what they did."

"Will do doc."

B'Elanna was starting to wake up.

"B'Elanna," Tom said softly.

"My head feels the same," she said. "No new memories."

"It will take time," Tom said. "Are you hungry?"

"Kinda," she said sitting up.

Tom lead her to the mess hall and replicated her some banana pancakes.

"How are they?"

"Good."

"How are you?"

"Slightly overwhelmed."

"That's understandable." Tom said. "The doctor suggested I should show you a few things from your life to help his treatments jog your memory."

"I see."

"But if you're not up for it that's okay," Tom said. "I don't want to overwhelm you more than you are already."

"I am kinda tired."

After breakfast Tom guided B'Elanna back to their quarters.

"You don't have to look around if you're tired," Tom said. "The bedroom is through there. And your pajamas and the rest of your clothes too. If you need anything you only have to ask." He smiled and give her privacy.

B'Elanna got dressed and laid down. She was tired but her mind was whirling. After giving up on sleep she went to the console.

"Computer access B'Elanna Torres most recent personal logs." She began to read and found most of her logs weren't all that helpful. They were technical and bored her quickly.

"Computer access any Tom Paris personal logs with relation to B'Elanna Torres."

The screen immediately filled with what looked like all of Tom's logs. Intrigued she loaded them onto a pad and read in bed till she fell asleep.

Tom went to check on B'Elanna before he fell asleep on his couch for the night. She was definitely asleep. She seemed to have fallen asleep reading. He put the pad on the table and pulled the covers over her. He did a double take on the pad. They were his personal logs. He smiled. She was definitely B'Elanna. He put the pad back on her table.

B'Elanna awake to the smell of breakfast. She got up and went into the dining area.

"Are you hungry?" Tom asked standing by the replicator.

"When did you sleep?"

"There," he said pointing to the couch.

"Why?"

"Well it's my couch," he said, joking. B'Elanna noticed he seemed to do that alot. She suspected he only joked now to conceal that fact that he had wanted to stay close to her while he slept. "I noticed what you were reading last night when I went in to check on you." He smiled.

"If you are my husband you wouldn't mind me reading your logs?" She smirked.

"Does it look like I mind?" He smiled. "What did you learn?"

"You're a sap and I write technical manuals," B'Elanna said.

Tom laughed. "Sounds about right. Sit eat."

They sat and eat.

"It doesn't like your cooking," B'Elanna said. "Kicking like crazy."

"She," Tom said.

"Oh right," B'Elanna said. "You called her your daughter earlier, didn't you."

"You didn't want to know the sex of the baby," Tom said. "But the Doctor bladed even when we asked him not to. She has my eyes and your cranial ridges."

She stared at him remembering what she had read last night. The way he had described her.

"May I," Tom said, holding his hand out toward her belly. B'Elanna nodded. If even half what she read last night is true…

Tom smiled a slight laugh escaping him as he felt his daughter kick his hand with all her might.

"That's amazing." He said.

"Haven't you felt her kick before?"

"Yeah I have but usually you aren't his cooperative," he smiled. "You call me sentimental and tell me you'd swap me in a second. Then complain that she is kicking your bladder or making your back hurt."

"I sound really mean," she said.

"Nah," Tom said. "Just tough as nails. You don't like it when I suggest you get off your feet or take it easy."

He still had his hand on her belly. He was already very close. She learned in farther compelled by a sudden need to be closer to him. He turn his gaze from his hand to her face coming towards him. He kissed her back gently. Then she pulled away.

"I am not sure why I did that." She stood up and took a few steps back. "I don't know you!"

Tom stood and backed off slowly too. "It's okay." He said. "You are safe. You don't have to do anything you don't want to. Remember you started the kissing." He smiled.

"Right." She sat back down and ate some more. He sat with one chair space between them.

"What do you want to do today?" He asked.

"What do I normally do?"

"Work."

"Work?"

"Work alot."

"Where do I work?"

He took her to see engeneering that day and she did seem to remember small things about her environment. He had been right to try and steer her away from romantic stuff for now. At the end of the day she had enough treatment.

"All done," the doctor said. "See you tomorrow Lt."

Tom lead her down the hall back to their quarters.

"Good night," he said. She was in bed already. He was just turning around to head to his couch when she spoke.

"Stay with me." He turned and lay down next to her, not touching her.

"Does this feel familiar at all?"

"I'm not sure," she said. They lay in silence until finally she broke it.

"It all seems too good to be true," she said. "I mean one minute I am pregnant alone and unsure on a planet with no friends and the next I have a husband who if I am to believe loves me far more than makes any sense. I just…"

"Believe me when I say we have earned our happiness. The road we took to get here had quite a few bumped along the way. You have a temper, I rise to the occasion and we both work alot. We are lousy communicators and in general make no sense together but I wouldn't have it any other way." He paused. "I have missed you." He reached out and held her hand. She didn't resist. They fell asleep holding hands.

The next day Tom took her on a tour of her favorite holodeck programs and showed her the crew manifest pointing out all the people she was close friends with. She had another treatment and they went back to their quarters again.

"Tom," she said really noticing the old tv in her living room for the first time. "You watch cartoons."

He smiled. "Yes I do. Are you remembering that or did you read it in my logs?"

"It wasn't in your logs." She sat, walking over to the tv and touching it." The cold metal triggered another memory.

"We were in a cold place and you"-she held up her hands- "you…"

Tom put his hands around hers and breathed warmth into them just has he had done years ago when they were trapped in the cold habitat.

"I warmed them." He said. "You remembered."

"I think I am remembering something else too." She said. She leaned in and kissed him. He kissed her back cautiously, waiting for her to reaction as she had done before. She didn't. She deepened the kiss and he followed. Soon her movements becomes more intense. She was moving beyond kissing he knew. He stopped her.

"What are you doing?"

"I-" she said. "I just want…I remember…" She shook her head.

"I don't want you to do anything you aren't comfortable with." He said firmly.

Suddenly her mind steadied. She looked up.

"I remember our wedding night," she said. "I remember you and me and I want that again. The memory is foggy and with you right here in front of me the feelings right now aren't. I want to make a new memory. With no fog."

"B'Elanna stop," Tom said gently. He hugged her tight. "Be patient. The memories will return. I know it must be over-whelming to have them returning in such a way."

She pulled out of the hug. "Why are you rejecting me?"

"I am not," Tom said. "I just don't think it's a good idea before you are totally you again."

B'Elanna embraced the hug again and a new memory formed in her mind.

"You did this once before," She said. "I wasn't myself and I propositioned you and you said no." B'Elanna sounded annoyed.

"That time was a little different," Tom said. "We weren't even dating then and you had a chemical brain imbalance. And I couldn't say no for long if I recall correctly." He smiled.

They went and sat on the couch. They had already eaten dinner. When they sat down Tom asked again if he could rest his hand on her belly.

"Why?"

"I can't wait to meet her," Tom said. B'Elanna rolled her eyes like her old self and agreed.

"I hate it when she does that," B'Elanna said a moment later when her daughter rolled over inside her. "Feels like my insides are flipping over."

"I can't even image," Tom said.