WHiMS IX: Resurrection
By Corporal Coral

Sorry for leaving you dead so long, Pampers. I hope this makes up for it, though.
A long overdue dedication to Ally on this fic: her creative answer to the Z Challenge has kept the zarfing ratings on all the WHiMS fics below R.

Disclaimer: I'm not making any money from this - sadly. I could do with it. But Paramount are the ones with the big guns, not us lone fighters who risk our lives and souls to keep J/C alive. :)

Last Time On WHiMS VIII: Worst Contact:
"It was Michael. He - he killed -"
"He killed Pampers too!"
"A soulzapper is a type of gun that, instead of actually killing people, zaps their consciousness into an underground vault of some sort."
"That might not be as easy as it sounds, Kim. This gun delivers souls to the Vault of Kellin."
"Ah! Here it is - a letter from Hejira."
"I haven't approved her request for reinstatement in the WHiMS, no. To be blunt, I don't trust her at the moment. But that doesn't mean that we can't take advantage of her offer to destroy the MiB hologrid, or that I can't be persuaded to change my mind."
"Zarfit Charon! We don't have time for this! We've got to get to the Vault of Kellin in two hours, or their lives will be lost forever!"
"I'm in the basement of the MiB HQ, which is bad enough in itself. It's covered in spiders. But, it seems that the MiB are being haunted by someone or something..."
"But... this isn't Pampers!"
"What? But she has to be! It's the last jar!"
"Don't move... I have Neelix with me. And he's... naked."
And now, the conclusion.

"Don't move..." a voice warned them, and the girls froze instantly. "I have Neelix with me. And he's... naked."
As one, the three WHiMS members screamed. Kate2 snatched up the jar with Chakotay's soul and held it tightly behind her back, letting her Leola Root Rifle clatter noisily to the floor.
As their eyes adjusted to the harsh light, they looked up the flight of stairs in front of them, at the top of which they could now see a young woman with an impish, if weary, grin. "I'm just kidding. I heard a noise in here and thought I'd better come and investigate before someone else did."
Chraon stared at her, wide-eyed. "I recognise you! You're Liz Barr! But you were reported Missing In Action last summer, after the Naked Neelix incident."
Liz Barr - for it was indeed the venerable Elizabeth M Barr standing at the top of that staircase - smiled softly in recollection. "That's true. I was taking a walk to escape the wrath of some people I knew, when, all of a sudden I was set upon and attacked." The smile vanished, to be replaced by a curious mix of anger and sorrow. "It was a gang of Kellin's minions. They'd recognised me as a J/Cer, and I seemed to be an easy target. They brought me here against my will, and I've been forced to stay here working for Kellin ever since."
The WHiMS members shared horrified looks. There was no fate worse than being forced to do anti-J/C work - even death was preferable to that.
Liz Barr walked slowly down the stairs, so that her face was now level with theirs. "Not that I haven't worked within the system to pervert some of Kellin's schemes," she winked. "So, what are you doing here?"
"We're here to save Chakotay's soul!" Kate2 blurted out.
Charon shot her a deadly look, but Liz looked shocked. "Chakotay's soul is here?" she asked incredulously. "What on earth happened?"
Quickly, Charon filled Liz Barr in on the events that had led up to Chakotay's being shot. The older woman clenched her fists in fury. "I knew something like this would happen one day. There are anti-J/C forces everywhere around here, and Kellin has her fingers in a lot of the pies."
"But, we do have Chakotay's body up on the Tomahawk," Charon added helpfully.
"That's our ship," Katie explained as Liz looked confused.
"You do?" Liz's eyes lit up. "Then it may not be too late! There's a reintegration procedure - and we have all the equipment in one of the rooms up in the castle. But it's heavily guarded."
"And we can't contact our ship right now," Charon added mournfully.
Liz nodded her understanding. "That's the emanations from the stored souls. All that psionic energy disrupts subspace and normal space around the storage area."
"Isn't there *any* way to get a message through?" Charon asked desperately. "Corporal Coral is going to be stressing like a Resolutionsless J/Cer if she doesn't hear from us soon."
Kate2 nodded her fervant agreement. "I wouldn't put it past her to come down here herself!" she added.
Katie grinned. "She's just a little over-protective."
"With good cause," Charon pointed out. "Anyway, enough about Coral - let's focus on getting that transmission through and getting Chakotay's body and soul reintegrated."

Carefully, quietly, Jay the Spy laid her ear against the metal grille covering the ventilation duct that she was hiding in, deep in the bowels of the MiB building. She could hear snatches of conversation from the MiB as she listened, but not enough to make out what was going on as the lights outside flickered on and off, sending eerie flashes of light through the grating. It felt like she was trapped in some kind of stereotypical horror movie about a haunted house.
Reaching into her sock, she pulled out a small plastic device, and attached one end to the grating. The other end had a suction cup, which she placed on her forehead. Instantly, she could hear everything that was happening the other side of the grille.
"Why the fleck are we losing the lights?!"
"I don't know! There seems to be some kind of power failure but each time I think I can reroute power to avoid it, that poathway gets blocked too!"
"You make it sound like it's floody well intelligent!"
"If you've got a better explanation, I'm willing to hear it!"
Jay smirked to herself in the darkness. The more disadvantaged the MiB were, the better for the WHiMS - and, by extrapolation - all J/Cdom. From the readings she was getting from her minature tricorder, the room that this duct opened out into was a communications hub - just what she needed. She had to find a way to punch through the disturbance and dampening around the MiB base so that she could contact the Tomahawk.
"Look, we've got to get everything stabilised! We have to get the hologrids back online to keep Michael safe!"
"The WHiMS are probably behind it! They may have an operative in the building already!"
Jay raised an eyebrow as she recognised Hejira's voice uttering that last sentence. Had her offer of helping the WHiMS merely been a dastardly plot to entrap Jay here? Or was there something more sinister behind the former WHiMS's motives?
The Spy sighed softly to herself. Out of contact with the Corporal, and trapped in a building that seemed to be experiencing massive power failure, she didn't need further complications.
But, it was her duty as a WHiMS member to keep going - to keep fighting the good fight against That Zarfing Hologram in any way possible. And so, she turned her attention back to the conversation.
"We've got to get to the hologrids!" a voice yelled.
Suddenly, Jay found herself plunged into complete darkness.
"What the flip?!"
"We've lost all power! We HAVE to get to those hologrids NOW!"
Jay could barely keep herself from laughing as the entire contingent of the MiB rushed out - leaving the communications centre clear, and free for her to use...

"Brigadier Bec, reporting for duty."
Coral's head whipped round to see a young girl, a young girl she knew well, standing at the back of the bridge, having obviously just stepped out of the turbolift. "What are YOU doing here?!" the Corporal demanded.
"I've joined the WHiMS," the young girl said, a look of fierce determination on her face.
"I told you, this is a serious organisation, hon. No kidding, no mucking around - people can die." Coral coughed slightly to try and clear the lump in her throat as she thought of Pam's body, held in stasis down in sickbay. Despite her confidence in the WHiMS and her inital refusal to accept Pamper's death, Coral was starting to wonder if she would ever see her friend again. She wasn't sure if she could, in all good conscience, allow a young girl to suffer the same fate.
"I know," Bec said, "And I understand the risks. But it would be a far worse occurance for Michael-" she spat "-to destroy J/C forever and make Janeway his own. I'm willing to take a few risks to prevent that from happening. All I need is your permission." Her eyes shone with determination and bravery.
Coral looked at her, and sighed heavily. "Then welcome aboard, Brigadier."
Bec smiled once, quickly, and bounded over to the ops console, where Kim was trying to establish contact with either Jay or the away team.

Dropping lightly to the floor, Jay drew a portable power supply out of her sleeve, and slapped it onto the console. Tapping at a few buttons, she soon had power to the communications console restored - and encrypted so that no one would realise what was happening.
She was just about to send a HSSB Data Packet to the Tomahawk, when something flashed on the console and caught her attention.
"Hi Jay."
Jay stared, her eyes wide. She gripped the edge of the console as her knees started to feel weak. "What in zarf's name..?" she demanded softly, under her breath.
"It's me. Pam."
"Pampers?! What the zarf!?"
"I think it's me. At least, I hate Michael, so I guess I'm me. When I was shot by That Zarfing Hologram, I was separated from my body somehow. I was disoriented and not certain what was going on until I found myself here, in the MiB HQ."
"You must have accidentally been transported back with the MiB!" Jay concluded. "Michael used a soulzapper on you."
"It's starting to make sense," flashed the next message. "Something must have gone wrong in the transfer."
"If we can get you back to the Tomahawk, maybe we can reintegrate you!" Jay whispered.
"That would be good - not that I didn't enjoy haunting the MiB, mind you."
"How can I get you there, though?" Jay asked, mainly to herself.
Then, she had a flash of inspiration. She reached into her jumper and pulled out her thermos flask of coffee. Downing the last half pint, she whispered, "Get in here, Private!" She waited a few moments, then felt the flask begin to vibrate. Taking this as a sign that Pampers was safely inside, she screwed the lid on tight, and put it back in her blazer. Then slowly, she crept back into the ventilation duct, her mind focused on one task: getting out of the MiB HQ, and back to the Tomahawk.

Corporal Coral caught herself drumming her fingers on the armrest of the centre chair for the tenth time in five minutes, and concluded quite quickly that she was worried as hell. They hadn't heard from either the Away Team or Jay in ages, and Jay's last contact had been discontinued suddenly at the source. Considering Jay had been inside the MiB HQ at the time, there was no telling what had happened to her.
Coral wished she was there, rather than helpless here on the Tomahawk. If any of her fellow WHiMS were in trouble, it was her duty to do what she could.
Wait - what was Pam always saying? The first duty of the leader of the WHiMS , after the obvious J/C-loving and Michael-hating ones, was to delegate. The fog bothering Coral's mind dissipated rapidly as a course of action presented itself to her.
"Jenn, Bec. I want you to get the shuttle out of the shuttlebay and go find Jay. She could be in trouble and, if she is, we've got to help her. Kim, you'll be staying here with me. We still have to establish contact with the Away Team somehow and, if we can get hold of Jay as well, that would be helpful." The three girls nodded their understanding. "Good luck, girls!" Coral said as Jenn and Bec hopped onto the turbolift.

Meanwhile the Away Team, accompanied by Liz Barr, were crawling through secret tunnels deep underneath the Vault Of Kellin. They were confronting some of their worst fears: the tunnels were inhabited by spiders, and swathed in silken, dusty cobwebs. Charon was constantly scanning with her tricorder, scared that they would be discovered by some of Kellin's minions. Whilst she trusted Liz as a fellow J/Cer, she was in charge of the safety of the Away Team, and couldn't overlook the possibility that she had been corrupted by Kellin and would lead them into a trap.
"And where, exactly, did you say we were going?" Charon asked, sotto voce.
"The communications hub," Liz explained. "It's the only place where we can be guaranteed a clear signal to your ship."
"But won't it be heavily guarded?" Kate2 asked.
"Of course it will."
"Oh." Kate2 and Katie exchanged a look, then kept crawling.
Another half an hour passed in silence as the WHiMS Away Team and Liz crept silently through tunnels that seemed to have no end. Charon couldn't remember ever feeling so relieved as when they saw a light in front of them which gradully grew larger and brighter, until it opened out into a bright room.
They shook themselves off, brushing cobwebs out of their hair. "I thought you said this place would be heavily guarded," Charon commented as she removed a particularly vicious looking spider from her tricorder.
"It is," Liz replied. "We're being scanned right now. If we don't pass muster, then - poof. We'll be vapourised instantly."
"You're crazy!" Charon yelled.
"No... I'm a J/Cer," Liz said with a twisted smile. "Which I guess is pretty much the same thing."
"We'll never pass!"
Liz looked at her curiously. "You *are* all J/Cers, right?"
Katie nodded. "With the fic to prove it."
"Then you'll pass. What's the problem?" Suddenly, comprehension dawned on Liz's face, and she grinned impishly. "I forgot to tell you that this is the comm center for the J/C resistance, didn't I..."

Breathing hard, her heart pounding, Jay the Spy raced through the woods as if Michael Sullivan himself was after her. She didn't dare look back, but she knew all the same that the MiB and their dogs were gaining on her. She could hear their shouts and the sound of their wet crunching on the crisp autumn leaves under foot. Although the trees were slowing her pursuers down, they were sadly doing the same for her.
And so she ran, clutching the precious flask containing Pam's soul to her chest as she did so. She was stumbling and nearly tripping over roots, fallen branches and potholes, but the knowledge of what she was holding kept her going. She had no idea where she was running to - she was just running away; away from everything, and everyone.
She was surprised to feel a tingling sensation as her body froze in position. It lasted barely a moment, then she felt herself pitching forward and falling to the ground, screwing her eyes up instinctively. But instead of the leaves and twigs her body expected to feel in those eternal seconds as gravity tugged at her, she felt a rough carpet. Despite her best efforts, the flask fell out of her hands, rolling across the floor.
Slowly, slowly, she opened her eyes, not sure what to anticipate...
And found herself staring into Jenn's twinkling eyes. "You okay, Jay?"
Jay just groaned and closed her eyes again.

Kim was almost falling asleep over her console when a beep sounded. She and Coral were the only two left on the Tomahawk, everyone else being busy elsewhere.
"Corporal, we're being hailed," she reported, and Coral put down the tapestry she had been working on.
Forcing herself to breathe, she asked evenly, "Who is it from?" She started sucking her thumb nervously as Kim manipulated the controls.
"I'm not sure, Corporal," Kim replied after a few minutes. Confusion was etched on her face. "But it does seem to be coming from the planet."
Coral's eyes widened. "Put it on screen at once!" she ordered, turning to face the large viewscreen.
A face appeared, framed by red hair that the Corporal would have known in her sleep, if she'd actually been able to get any recently. "Charon! What the zarf's been going on? we've been worried as crazy up here!"
Charon grinned, a somewhat superficial one that didn't reach her eyes. "You, Corporal, were crazy already. As for us, we ran into a spot of trouble, but have met up with Liz Barr-"
"Barr? She was MIA!" Kim exclaimed.
"Yeah - we found her. She was being held by Kellin and forced to do anti-J/C work."
Coral shuddered at the thought. "What about the souls?" she asked, changing the subject.
Charon's face fell. "The good news is that we found Chakotay's." Coral felt an ice cold terror grip her heart as she realised the unspoken words - they didn't have Pam's.
"And the bad news?" she prompted, trying to force her tone to be light. She needed to hear the words before she could accept it.
"We didn't find the Private's."
Taking a deep breath to steady herself, Coral asked, "And - can we - reintegrate Chakotay's body and soul?"
Charon nodded, and the two of them locked gazes, deriving some method of support from the visual contact. Each wanted to mourn, yet each had a job to do first. "Liz Barr says she can get us into one of the reintegration rooms. The procedure takes some time, however."
"Get us the coordinates," Coral ordered tersely. "Kim will be down with the body as soon as humanly possible."
"Understood. Transmitting coordinates now."
Coral looked over to Kim, who nodded receipt. "Right, Charon, we have them. Kim will be down there in no time. Stay safe, Lieutenant."
"You too, Corporal. Charon out."
The viewscreen went blank, and Coral dropped heavily into the command chair. Almost immediately she stood at the stark reminder of Private Pamper's absence. Turning, she saw Kim hesitating between the ops console and the lift.
"Well, get a move on, Kim!" Coral snapped, and the unfortunate girl fled. Alone on the bridge, Coral settled down to do the only thing she could right now - to wait.

The reintegration room was a scene of controlled chaos. Kate2 stood at the main door, rifle poised, ready to shoot anyone who tried to enter without permission. At the back of the room, Katie patrolled up and down, again ready to shoot first and ask questions later.
All around one of the central tables, on which Chakotay's body had been placed, busy people hustled and bustled, setting up and adjusting equipment, tweaking a little something here, or adding a dab more prittstick there. To one side stood Kim and Charon, watching nervously.
Charon's fingers were crossed, and her eyes followed each little movement around Chakotay. Kim's gaze was fixed on Chakotay's tattoo as if attached by an invisible string. She seemed completely unaware of the people passing through her line of vision.
"This is going to take some time," one woman announced.
A man, standing the other side of the bed, nodded. "Soul degradation is already beginning, though. We have to move quickly."
The woman turned to check a reading, calling out as she did so, "Psionic pressure 53 over 40 - what's the LBA reading?"
"6-70," came an answering call.
The woman looked across at the man. "Ready?"
"Ready. Proceeding, now."
He flipped a big red switch, and, instantly, the forest of electrical equipment around Chakotay began to glow and hum. Sparks flew and the walls and floor began to vibrate at resonant frequency, driving itself into a higher and higher fever pitch. It felt as if th entire world was vibrating, building up to explode in one final blaze of glory.
Charon started to pace nervously. "What if this doesn't work?" she muttered. "What do we do then?"
"I don't know," Kim said, her gaze still fixed. She looked like a zombie with her wide eyes fully open and staring without even blinking.
"That was rhetorical," Charon observed.
"I know. But I had to speak."
Strangely, Charon understood exactly what she meant.

Gently, Bec ran her fingers over the Thermos flask that still contained Pam's soul. After Jay had come back to senses long enough to explain what was in the flask, they had picked it up and stored it away carefully in one of the lockers. As Jenn was flying the shuttle, and Jay was too exhausted to do much more than munch languidly on a Hobnob, it fell to Brigadier Bec to keep an eye on the Thermos flask - and, by extension, Pam's soul.
Exactly how she was supposed to keep an eye on a Thermos flask - it wasn't exactly about to grow wings and fly away, after all - was a little beyond Bec, but she figured that checking on it at regular intervals would be enough. Running her fingers over it was ostensibly to check temperature; she wouldn't have admitted to anyone else - not even fully to herself - that it was a gesture of reverance, a way of feeling close to what she perceived as the heart of the WHiMS.
"Bec, you replicated that coffee yet?!" Jenn yelled from the front of the shuttle.
Fumbling, Bec shut the door to call back, "No, just checking on the soul! I'll be right on it."
She stepped away from the locker, and froze as it dawned on her - something did mean more to her than coffee, after all.

Coral lifted her head off the console that she'd laid it on in an effort to escape its increasing weight as the turbolift door swished open.
"Kate2? What are you doing here?" she asked foggily.
Kate2 stationed herself behind the ops console. "Charon sent me up here to help you run this ship. It's not designed to be run by one person, you know."
"Yes, I know that," Coral muttered, brushing her brown hair back out of her eyes. "How's the reintegration going?"
"It was on schedule when I left," Kate2 reported, punching a few buttons and scanning the space around them. "Holy Leola! It's the shuttle!" she exclaimed. "Just entering long range sensors."
"Hail them!" Coral snapped, energised once more. The image of the starfield switched to show the inside of the shuttle. "Jay!" Coral exclaimed. "What on earth have you been doing?!"
She might well ask - Jay looked like she hadn't washed in days, and her hair was covered in dust and leaves. Her breath was still a little short from the exertion earlier in the day, and she was a complete mess.
"Just dodging some MiB to save Pam's soul, Corporal!" Jay replied.
Coral stared at her in disbelief. "You have - Pam's soul?" she asked faintly. Jay nodded. "Oh god, I thought we'd lost her forever!"
"We'll bring her aboard, Corporal," Jenn said, seeing Jay was too exhausted to say much more. "Do we know how to reintegrate yet?"
"Yes - Chakotay's being done right now," Coral informed her. "We have to get Pampers' soul and body down there instantly! We can't afford to delay!"
"We'll dock in the shuttlebay and bring the soul along to the trasnporter room," Jenn said. "Meet you there."

Coral and Kate2 ran down the corridors to sickbay, where Pampers' body was still in stasis. Using her command codes, Coral released the body and placed it on an antigrav trolley. Together, the two of them pushed it down the long corridor to the transporter room.
They were just approaching the door when a shrill klaxon began to wail. They looked at each other in confusion.
"What the Zarf is- oh! Holy Leola Root!" Coral exclaimed. "Damit, and double damit! The TZH Proximity Alert!"
At this point, Jenn, Jay and Bec raced up to them, Bec clutching the precious flask. "What's going on?!" she asked.
"The TZH Prozimity Alert!" Coral repeated.
"That doesn't sound good," Bec observed.
"It's NOT!" Kate2 yelled. "It means Michael is around!"
"Zarfit!" Bec swore.
Jenn looked at Coral. "What do we do?" she asked for all of them.
"What do we... Well, we have to save Pampers somehow. If it's true Michael's around then the sooner we get her into that reintegration procedure, the better!" Coral looked around at them. "We need to save her. The WHiMS isn't the WHiMS without Pampers."
"Amen," Jenn commented. Her tone was flippant, but her meaning was not.
As one, they rushed into the transporter room. Kate2 quickly set up an automatic transport, encrypting the coordinates, and jumped onto the transporter pad with the others. In the twinkle of an eye, they were whisked away to the surface.
No one was around to see Michael enter the transporter room, and start decrypting Kate2's code.

"Corporal..! What in zarf's name...!"
Coral ignored Charon's flippant greeting, preferring instead to cut to the crux of the matter. "We have Pam's soul back," she explained, motioning for Bec to bring the flask forward. "So we brought her and her body down for reintegration." She looked at the hustle and bustle of the room and asked, her tone low, "It's not too late, is it?"
Charon shrugged. "I'm obviously not the expert here. But," and she started to look optimistic, "But from what I can gather, Chakotay is expected to recover completely."
"Then there's hope for Pampers!" Coral exclaimed, barely remembering to keep her voice down. Behind her, the workers had already grasped the situation and were prepping Pampers body for the procedure. A metal city not unlike Chakotay's was built up around her as the rest of the WHiMS watched in agitation.
"This may take some time," one of the women warned them. "If you want to wait outside, there's coffee and hobnobs."
Bec and Kate2, the newer WHiMS members, looked torn between the offer. Coffee and Hobnobs were two of the most tempting things in the universe, but they had their duty to their leader to consider.
Corporal Coral, though also torn, had a far more practical and elegant solution. "Bec, Charon, Katie - go and bring a load of those hobnobs and coffee in here." The three hurried off as a youngish man flicked the switch to start Pampers' reintegration procedure.
Coral gripped Jenn's hand tight as the machinery started to hum and whirr alarmingly. The Corporal found herself muttering a prayer to The Great Bird Of The Galaxy as she squeezed her eyes tight shut, unable to watch.
"He's nearly finished," a female voice reported.
"Switch the machine off," someone else ordered. One of the humming noises stopped, and Coral opened one eye just a crack. Looking past the prone form of Pampers', she could see that Chakotay was slowly coming round as colour spread back into his skin.
Suddenly, a shrill beeping noise began.
"Oh, zarfit!" Coral swore. "Not the TZH Proximity Alert again!" She whipped out her tricorder, scanning for photonic life signs.
"He's only just down the corridor!" Jenn shrieked, looking over her shoulder. "We have to do something! Pampers procedure isn't done yet!"
At that moment, the three WHiMS who had been going for refreshments returned as a run. "Michael's coming!" Charon yelled as they burst through the doors in a bundle.
"But we got the coffee!" Bec added.
"We know," the Corporal replied. "We've got to do something."
"We need to get out there and hold him back!" Katie said, her voice nearing a shriek.
Coral looked around at the seven WHiMS members in front of her. Each was eager, ready to bust that hologram in the hopes of saving their leader. Seven pairs of worried eyes were fixed on her, but she looked beyond them to where Pampers was lying on the table. If this worked, Pam would be alive and insane again, the Corporal realised. And, if it didn't, it could very well be the end of the WHiMS.
To that end, only one course of action presented itself to her. Grabbing her Leola Root Rifle, she checked how full it was. "I'm going out there to hold him back. You lot stay here - if I should fail, don't let him through those doors."
Charon stared at their acting leader, eyes wide. "That could be suicide," she whispered softly.
"If I take Michael down with me, it will be worth it," Coral answered. "Now - you have your orders. Don't let That Hologram in, and keep Pampers safe. If she dies, the WHiMS dies with her."
"Corporal. We won't let you do this," Jenn said. "You're our leader at the moment, until Pampers recovers, and you need to stay safe."
"Safe?!" Coral replied angrily. "How safe do you think any of us is going to be if That Zarfing Hologram gets through those doors?" She looked around at them again. "We have to stop Michael getting in. If we do, then Pampers will be alive and in charge again. Now, I've given you your orders - I'll see you in a moment, hopefully over Michael's dead body." She grinned at them, and got a few weak grins in return. "We can do this, girls."
This illicited a few nods, and she turned and walked out of the room with determination.
The WHiMS members watched her go.

Corporal Coral, Official Scribe of the WHiMS and Acting Leader, stalked out into the corridor. Her tricorder's wail, indicating Michael's prescence, was almost at fever pitch, and she flipped a switch to mute it. No sense giving That Zarfing Hologram any more advantage than he already had. Letting her eyes check from side to side, she swept her rifle in a wide arc.
Where was That Hologram? She knew he was here... she knew he was hiding somewhere...
Taking a nervous step forward, Coral turned the corner - and came face to face with her worst nightmare.

Back inside the Reintegration Room, the tension in the air was so thick that you could have cut it with a knife, if you'd actually wanted to try such a thing for some reason. Chakotay was sitting up in bed, dazed and confused, as Bec and Jenn asked him questions, trying to see how he was.
Jenn frowned as Chakotay gave another wrong answer. "We need to get Kathryn here. If anyone can jog his memory, she can." She turned to Bec. "Go and get Katie to call for Captain Janeway to come. Tell her it's urgent."
Bec nodded, and put her coffee mug down - there was no sense wasting coffee by spilling it as she ran. Dodging and weaving between the busy people still attending to Pam's reintegration, she finally made her way over to the other side of the room, where Liz Barr and Katie stood in deep discussion.
"Katie, we've got to contact Janeway! Chakotay's lost a lot of his memories!" Bec explained, the words tumbling over each other in her rush.
Katie's eyes widened in horror. "You mean - he doesn't remember her?!"
"He barely remembers a thing!"
Turning to Liz Barr, Katie asked, "Can we send a comm signal from here?"
Liz nodded, and pointed to a bright red booth-like structure in the corner. Through the glass panels, Katie could see a primitive communications device inside. "Unfortunately, the telephone is the only comm device that works here. Press 1, 0, 0, and ask to speak to Kathryn Janeway."
Katie repeated this to herself, then ran over to the phone box, flinging the door open. Bec followed her, at a loss for anything else to do right now.

"Oh god! Pampers!" Everyone's heads turned at Charon's cry of relief to see the WHiMS leader and Charon in the middle of a suffocating bear hug. Immediately, the WHiMS crowded around the pair trying to get close to Pampers and reassure themselves that she was indeed with them once more.
"It's good to be back," Pam grinned. Spotting Bec on the periphery, she said, "Glad to have you with us, recruit. Thanks for looking after my soul."
Bec blushed at this personal attention from The Leader of The WHiMS. "It was nothing, Private," she replied, but was unable to stop the manic grin on her face.
Suddenly, a piercing scream cut through the air, drawing the attention of everyone, including the still dazed Chakotay. "What the Zarf was that?" Pampers asked, as all the WHiMS members who had their rifles turned towards the door, ready to shoot first and ask questions later. The heavy wooden door burst open, to reveal none other than -
Michael Sullivan, armed to the teeth.
His face was a mess, with blood pouring down it, and he was limping. Each movement seemed to be an effort and, as he raised his rifle, he grimaced involuntarily with pain. It didn't take anyone more than a few seconds to realise his target: Chakotay.
"NOOOOOOOO!" Pam yelled. In a movement so quick that most people were left wondering afterwards what exactly had happened, she snatched up a Leola Root Rifle. Pressing down heavily on the trigger, she fired a continuous shot at Sullivan. The WHiMS watched with macabre satisfaction as Michael shrivelled up, then started to smoke, then eventually exploded into a pile of hairy mucus.
"That's disgusting," Charon commented, her nose wrinkled in distaste.
"But not entirely unexpected," Pam deadpanned. "We did know what his true nature was, after all - a pile of Leola Root Filth."
At that moment, the door was flung open once more. This time, though, the entrant was welcome - it was Captain Kathryn Janeway, looking tearful and rushed as she ran into the room. Her eyes met Chakotay's and the WHiMS looked on in awestruck silence as she hurried over to his bed. As Chakotay looked at her, understanding and remembrance dawned on him, transforming his face into a huge smile.
"It's so good to have you back, Chakotay," Kathryn whispered as she hugged him.
Chakotay didn't answer verbally, but kissed her instead. The WHiMS stared for a moment, then turned round and hugged each other, huge smiles wreathing their faces.
"We did it, Private!" Kate2 exclaimed.
"What say we all beam back to the Tomahawk for coffee and hobnobs?" Pam suggested wih a wide grin.
"Um - wait a minute. Where the Zarf did the Corporal get to?" Kim asked.
The WHiMS, with the exception of Pam who simply looked utterly clueless, exchanged horrified looks. As one, they rushed out of the door, followed by Pampers, who was still completely confused, but couldn't let them go without her.
"What happened?" she demanded of Charon as they went.
"The Corporal went to stop Michael getting in and interfering with your reintegration, Private," the lieutenant explained.
Fear shone in Pam's eyes as comprehension dawned, but there was no more time for talking as the group skidded to a halt.
"Oh no!" Kim exclaimed as Bec and Charon knelt down over the unconscious body in front of them. Whipping out her tricorder, Charon ran it over Coral as Bec felt for a pulse.
"She's still alive," Bec proclaimed with relief. "Coral, can you hear me?"
Coral nodded her head very slightly. "Did we save Pam?" she asked.
The Private pushed past Bec and knelt down by Coral. "Yes, you dope," she answered. "But there was no need to do this to yourself to do it!"
Charon looked up from her tricorder. "Corporal - you're dying," she said frankly. "I don't think even the EMH would be able to save you now."
Pam looked at Coral angrily, and Coral grinned back weakly. "Did we stop That Zarfing Hologram?"
"Yes.." Jenn answered. "Pam's done him in completely."
"Good.. are Janeway and Chakotay back together?"
Kim nodded. "They just kissed... you missed it..."
"Wish I could have seen it," Coral commented.
"Coral, stop this! We have to get you back to sickbay!" Pam said.
"No point, I think Charon said."
"Stop being such an idiot," Jenn said.
"I'm not - just realistic. Look, we're the WHiMS. Beating Michael is our ultimate goal, along with getting Janeway and Chakotay back together again, isn't it?" She waited for a few nods of agreement, then continued, "And we did that." Again, a few nods. "So... I've done what I needed to do. J/C and the WHiMS had to go on."
The WHiMS looked at each other and waited for her to continue.
It took Charon a few moments to realise why she didn't.

The end of the adventure; the end of a day. The WHiMS folk found themselves up on the Tomahawk as was customary for them, seated around a Michael Dartboard that was currently in use, and munching eagerly on Hobnobs. Empty coffee mugs littered the table and one would be right to suspect that the girls seated around the table had just had a big celebration of some sort.
Slumped in her chair at the head of the table, Pam raised her coffee mug. "To the WHiMS!" she proclaimed, before downing half the mug in one go.
"Amen!" the other WHiMS members chorused before imitating her actions.
"To J/C!" Charon toasted.
"To Hobnobs!" Jay added.
"To coffee!" Bec piped up.
"To Janeway!" Katie called out.
"To Chakotay!" Kim put in.
"To New Earth!" Jenn proclaimed.
"To Michael Dartboards!" Kate2 chimed in, aiming a dart at the board which got Michael squarely on the nose. The other WHiMS members cheered loudly, and Kate2 grinned widely.
Private Pampers looked around the group, astounded at how their little bunch of Anti-Michael Pondies had grown, and how far they'd come. New friends had been discovered, new memories made. Each of them had realised their own boundaries and crossed them with courage and dignity, pushing the fight against anti-J/C-ness into new frontiers, keeping the spirit of Resolutions alive, and damning the horror that Fair Haven had brought them. Tearing up, Pampers stood.
"I'd like to say a few words, girls. Ever since this group was formed, we've gone from strength to strength, via hobnobs. We've fought back Michael, and we've thwarted MiB plans. We've spread the good news that J/C is still alive, and that interference in the J/C Relationship will not be tolerated. And we've done this, not only well, but exceedingly well." She swallowed. "I'm proud to call you my friends," she continued, her voice slightly choked up. "It would be easy for us now to sit back, with the death of Michael, and think that our work is done. But, the ugly truth is that there are always people out there who want to ruin a good thing for their own twisted benefit, however many people's lives it may ruin in the process. As J/Cers and, more importantly, as the WHiMS, it's our duty to keep fighting the good fight against everything which stands in the way of J/C. J/C is forever." She looked around the stalwart group, making eye contct with each and every one of them. Charon, her greatest friend. Jenn, so dedicated to the WHiMS cause. Katie, the technological genius who had pulled them out of more than one scrape. Kim, devoted to J/C. Kate2, who was shaping up into a WHiMS to be proud of. Jay, whose spying expertise had furthered their cause and saved their lives. Bec, the newest recruit who had already proved herself worthy of the WHiMS. "I know we can do this, girls," Pam said, affirming her faith in them. Then she grinned impishly. "Enough of the heavy stuff... bring on the next lorry of hobnobs!"
Her words were drowned out by the cheers of the WHiMS.

The End...