Story #13 – HERO’S DREAM

by Shalee

 

Day 269- continued

 

"I don’t think Harry’s never going to recover from that," Chakotay mused as he sat on the rumpled bed pulling on his boots.

 

Kathryn stared down at him with a stern look on her face, though her eyes held a mischievous glint. "Well, I can’t say you were helping matters much!"

 

"Oh, you don’t like it when I touch you?" Chakotay asked as he grabbed her hand and pulled her back down beside him. "Funny; I could have sworn you’ve been thoroughly enjoying the past few hours."

 

"And you’d be right, but on an open commlink it’s playing dirty… and you know it," Kathryn told him as she kissed him lightly and started to rise again. "Now, come-on; let’s go see what’s got our favorite ensign so excited."

 

"Okay," Chakotay groused but following his lover’s lead. "But later, we’re going to pick up where we left off.

 

Kathryn turned and stepped into his arms. "You can count it, mister," she answered with a promising kiss.

 

~*~

 

The inhabitants of New Hope awakened with little knowledge of what their day was going to bring. Nevertheless, that didn’t deter them from rising and facing what was their due. A hardy lot, they were and would continue to be as long as every day brought new challenges and rewards.

 

Starfleet.

 

Maquis.

 

It didn’t really matter anymore to most. This was home. A home they had all made together. At least as far as Hondo Swedlund was concerned, this was the only home he needed. Of course, he understood why some wanted to return to their old one. Especially in the case of the couple who had just came into his line of vision. Leaning back against a tree with his arms folded across his chest, Hondo waited for them to notice him. And waited and waited. They were almost completely past him, when…

 

"Hey, Kit; didn’t your mother ever tell you not to ignore people?"

 

Kathryn swung her head around and grinned at the big man.

 

"Hondo, we didn’t see you. Spying again?"

 

"Yeah, right; you almost tripped over me," Hondo began as he joined them. "As for the other, I don’t think that’s necessary where you’re concerned."

 

"What do you mean by that?" Chakotay challenged.

 

Hondo put his hands up defensively. “Easy! I just mean... you two seem very happy and comfortable with each other. Everyone can see it when you’re together; you’re not exactly being subtle here."

 

Chakotay had to chuckle as he wrapped an arm around Kathryn’s waist and pulled her closer.

 

"Shows that much, huh?"

 

"Yep, and I couldn’t be happier for ya, Kit; both of ya."

 

"Thanks, Hondo," Kathryn answered as she reached for his hand and gave it a squeeze.

 

"No problem. Look, anytime you two need a lookout, I’m your man."

 

"We’ll remember that." Chakotay returned as the path they were on came to a fork in their path.  "We’re headed to the lab; care to join us?"

 

"Nah; gotta go see Tuvok. Catch ya, later."

 

"Later Hondo," Kathryn responded with a wave as the threesome parted ways.

 

~*~

 

After speaking with Janeway, Harry Kim yawned and stretched in his chair. He supposed it would be a little while before she and Chakotay arrived. Maybe, that was just enough time to catch a short nap, just a little one to clear his head. He had just settled back in chair when he felt two arms come around his shoulders and a silky voice whisper in his ear.

 

"You know, I can think of much better ways to relax," Sarah Hickman teased.

 

Harry grinned and turned in his chair, pulling Sarah into his lap.

 

"I just bet you can," he told her as they exchanged a heated kiss. When it broke, Sarah rested her head against his shoulder, one hand absently caressing the hard plain of Harry’s chest while the other played with the longish strands of his dark hair.  "So, are you done here?"

 

""Yeah, mostly. I’m just waiting for Kathryn and Chakotay, to let them in on what I’ve found."

 

"Well, how about I keep you company?" Sarah murmured as she started to place tiny kisses along his jaw, before offering her mouth to his.

 

Harry nodded as their lips touched, his hands beginning a slow exploration of the soft, firm body in his possession. Lost in each other, neither heard the footsteps of another couple.

 

"You know, this really bites." Kathryn Janeway said in a mockingly annoyed tone.

 

"Yeah, we weren’t allowed to . . . uh, finish our . . . uh um… "

 

"Tête-à-tête?" Kathryn offered with a grin.

 

"Yeah, and here we find our harasser, engaged in similar activities." Chakotay finished.

 

By that time, Harry was out of his chair, successfully dumping Sarah on the floor.

 

Kathryn stifled a laugh as Chakotay moved to help the young woman up. Harry, flustered beyond belief, simply groaned and buried his face in his hands. Sarah, now on her feet and displaying no ill effects, looked from the other couple to her boyfriend with annoyance, puzzlement and then mortification on her features. Finally, she fixed her gaze on the man she loved.

 

"Harry… you didn’t?"

 

The former ensign nodded as he dropped his hands and looked at her. Sarah held her arms out to him; Harry moved quickly before she changed her mind.

 

"Sari, I’m sorry for dumping you on the floor," Kim mumbled against her neck.

 

"It’s okay; just don’t do it again."

 

"No problem." He gave her a quick kiss and turned to the former command team of Voyager “Kathryn… Chakotay, I apologize again."

 

"It’s okay, Harry. Now, show us what prompted this little debacle," Kathryn told him.

 

Kim nodded and directed their attention to the computer screen.

 

~*~

 

Tom Paris whistled loudly as he made his way along the path to the main settlement. He had left B’Elanna sleeping soundly in their bed. Early in her ninth month, the half Klingon/human hybrid needed all the rest she could get, but no one dared tell her that.

 

Paris smiled fondly as he remembered their conversation the night before. B’Elanna had been unusually reflective and he found himself agreeing to what she had proposed. Now, he was on his way to see Kathryn and Chakotay; he could only hope they would understand what he and B’Elanna had decided.

 

On the verge of walking past the medical center, now in a building of it’s own, Paris realized he had better let the Doctor in on their little scheme. Entering the building, Paris noted it was unusually quiet. Slowly making his way down a short corridor, he stopped in the doorway of the lab. What he saw made him take a step backward. He blinked, rubbed his eyes and then blinked again. Yep, they were still there… the Doc and Seven in a heated embrace.

 

"Seven, Doctor, what’s going on here?" Paris demanded as the shock wore off and he stepped into the room.

 

The couple broke apart startled by the sound of another voice.

 

"Mr. Paris, something extraordinary has happened," the former hologram began exuberantly.

 

Paris held up a hand to stay him.

 

"I can see that. Just how did it happen?"

 

"I’m – I don’t really know. Somehow, my holomatrix fused with the containment field around the dead Borg from the Legacy. It overwhelmed my . . .me; I must have passed out. When I awoke – actually, came awake – Seven was standing over me and well . . ."

The Doctor faded, embarrassed. Seven stepped in.

 

""I found the Doctor and simply provided a little TLC."

 

"TLC… " Paris repeated.

 

"Yes, it stands for… "

 

"I know what it stands for," Paris interrupted, the hint of a grin forming on his face. "I just didn’t realize you did."

 

Seven exchanged a look with the Doctor as a small smile appeared on her lips. "The Doctor has been instructing me."

 

"Has he?" Paris said voice holding a trace of amusement.

 

"Yes," proclaimed the Doctor as he grasped Seven’s hand with his own. "And now, that I’m human, too, we can learn and teach each other. We… "

 

"Whoa, Doc, whoa!" Paris exclaimed holding up his hands. "What do you mean, you’re ‘human’?"

 

"Just that. The encounter with the dead produced some um… changes in me; all the holographic components of my being are now real. I’m flesh and blood now – see for yourself!" the Doctor challenged Tom, holding out his hand to other man.

 

Paris hesitated for a moment, and then slowly took the proffered hand in his own. He was stunned; there wasn’t the usual tingling sensation that usually came when you touched a hologram. The grip was firm, and the skin felt warm and a bit clammy.

 

"Geez, Doc; I don’t know what to say."

 

"I can understand that; it is a bit outrageous and very overwhelming. But, I’m very permanent and I, as well as you and everyone else, are just going to have to live with it."

 

"I guess we better tell Kathryn then, huh?"

 

"Of course," the former hologram conceded as he released Paris’ hand to reach up and tap his commbadge. He paused not quite, knowing how to announce himself. Paris was about to do it for him, when the Doctor smiled and shook his head. "Doctor Graham to Janeway… " Paris suppressed a grin, realizing that the Doc had finally chosen a name.

 

"Janeway here. Is that you, Doctor?" Kathryn asked puzzlement evident in her voice.

 

"Yes, it is. Could you come to the medical lab? There’s something you need to know."

 

"Of course; Chakotay and I will be there in a few minutes."

 

"Acknowledged; Graham out."

 

The Doctor looked at Paris with a twinkle in his eye. Paris nodded and noted that during the entire exchange with himself and then the one with Kathryn that the other ‘man’s’ hand had never let go of Seven’s. Today was definitely a day of surprises and changes.

 

~*~

 

Just before the EMH’s call, Chakotay, Kathryn, and Sarah had stood stunned by Harry’s revelation. It seemed almost impossible to comprehend; but it seemed the only explanation for the evidence they had found. The Borg hadn’t captured Legacy’s crew; the crew had allowed themselves to be assimilated.

 

"That’s just too wild," Sarah observed.

 

"Yes, I have to hand it to Captain Sutton; it’s an inspired plan. Risky, but I’m sure he saw at as their only way out," Kathryn commented.

 

"Of course, if they had tried to fight or launch escape pods, they wouldn’t have had a chance against two Borg cubes," Chakotay added.

 

"But how did he get the entire crew to agree?" Sarah asked.

 

"Odds were they would be assimilated anyway; why not make it mean something?" Harry paused as he referred to the information he had discovered. "We know that Captain Sutton purged the main computer to prevent the Borg from using the data stored there. However, what we couldn’t figure out before was why nothing could be accessed from the secondary core, even through we knew there was data stored there. Well, the reason we couldn’t access it the conventional way is because it’s filled to the hilt with holographic programs. Captain Sutton found an ingenious method to insure that the Legacy’s sacrifice wouldn’t be in vain. Of course, they knew the Borg wouldn’t even think of trying to access any secondary systems. It just won’t be logical of them to do that, would it?" Harry intoned as Kathryn leaned over his shoulder to read the information displayed on Harry’s console.

 

"It’s unbelievable but there are two hundred and eighty-one programs here. No doubt the crews final messages to their families."

 

Chakotay joined Kathryn and pointed something out.

 

"But there were only two hundred and eighty crew members, so what’s the extra one for?"

 

Kathryn pondered it for moment, "It’s the virus, I’ll bet. The one that infected the drone we found. Look at the label on it."

 

" ‘UMZ’. What’s that supposed to mean?" Chakotay questioned.

 

Kathryn straightened, "We’ll get Seven on it. Maybe then we can find out Sutton’s plan. In the meantime, let’s keep this quiet." Before she could continue, her commbadge sounded with the Doctor’s hail. Moments later Chakotay and Kathryn were on their way to the lab.

 

"Kathryn, wait," Chakotay said, laying a restraining hand on her arm, just as they were about to enter the medical building. "What are we going to tell the rest of our people? We can’t keep the fate of the Legacy to ourselves for long."

 

Kathryn sighed and looked up to meet a troubled gaze that mirrored her own. "I know, Chakotay; I just don’t want to say anything right away. We need to find out what Sutton figured he’d gain by going into the collective willingly. He had to have had something to back up his decision."

 

"You mean a ace in the hole. Maybe UMZ, whatever that is."

 

"Yes, I just hope it was worth it."

 

"Yeah, you and me both." Chakotay paused and seemed to scrutinize her, "Hey, you okay?"

 

"I’m fine," Kathryn replied.

 

Chakotay looked a little doubtful. "Are you sure it’s nothing I’ve done?"

 

Kathryn looked up at him with her famous crooked little smile.  "No, it’s not you. I guess, it’s just the Legacy, her crew and the prospect of maybe going home… what we’ve gained and lost here. It’s all just a little overwhelming."

 

Chakotay nodded, "Yeah, I’ll buy that." He wrapped her in a firm embrace and kissed the top of her head. "How’s about we spend a couple days at the cabin? We both could use a break. Besides, it’s time to give the Edgewater a shakedown."

 

"I’d like that," Kathryn stated joyfully as she planted a firm kiss on his lips. "Let’s go see what’s going on with the doctor. Then we’ll make plans."

 

"Deal… " Chakotay concurred as they linked arms and headed in the medical building.

 

~*~

 

The voices of Tom Paris and the EMH greeted Kathryn and Chakotay as they stepped into the hallway outside the lab. Then they stopped dead in their tracks. Not because of what Paris and the EMH were saying – that hadn’t registered yet – but because of the sight that greeted them.

 

"Doc, I don’t think that’s a good idea."

 

"Nonsense, I want to feel the sun on my face and the wind in my hair!"

 

"But, Doc… "

 

Paris was cut off by the arrival of Kathryn and Chakotay, just as the Doctor stepped out of range of the holo-emitters. Kathryn’s eyes went wide and Chakotay’s eyebrows meshed with his tattoo and their mouths gaped, as they took in the sight of the Doctor in all his newly transformed, unabashed, all-too-human naked glory.

 

Kathryn stumbled over words that couldn’t seem to come out straight as the EMH greeted them.

 

"Kathryn, Chakotay, isn’t it wonderful?" the Doctor gushed as he pranced in front of them, not realizing that he was performing an oddly sordid striptease as his non-organic, holographic uniform appeared and disappeared when he moved within the range of the emitters.

 

"Doctor… " Kathryn tried again, her voice rising slightly as she became more annoyed than embarrassed. That’s when full command mode took over. “Doctor!"

 

"Yes, Captain; what is it?" the Doctor asked, finally reacting to her tone and coming to a stop less than a meter from her.

 

Kathryn tried to say it, but couldn’t; so Chakotay took over.

 

"Doctor, you appear to have changed a bit. Why don’t you look down for a moment."

 

"Of course, I’ve changed. I’m human now and I… " The former EMH let out a noise that sounded like a high pitch squeal, then dove for cover behind Seven.

 

"I tried to warn ya, Doc," Paris said as he grabbed a blanket and tossed it to Seven.

 

"I appreciate that Mr. Paris. Perhaps I was a bit to taken with my new found humanity to listen," the Doctor conceded as he wrapped the blanket more tightly around himself and focused his gaze on the floor.

 

"Doctor… " The former EHM looked up and found himself staring abashed into the deep blue eyes of Kathryn Janeway.

 

"Captain, I apologize."

 

Kathryn shook her head as she placed a hand the older man’s shoulder.

 

"No, Doctor; no apologies are needed. This is an unprecedented happenstance. Please tell us how it is possible."

 

With no further prodding, the story of the EMH’s transformation was told. Then theories and conjectures were exchanged, after which it was related what had been found out about the Legacy’s crew. Seven agreed to research the meaning of UMZ, then suggested that Voyager’s main processor could be used to bring all of Legacy’s systems back online. It was a plausible solution but one that would have to thought in detail before implementing.

 

The ‘newest’ human among the five present shook his head slowly as he adjusted and readjusted the clothing Paris and Chakotay had helped him replicate. When he felt presentable, he faced his former captain solemnly.

 

"Captain… Kathryn, I wish to formally request that I be addressed as Graham. Doctor Harlo Graham, Physician to the Voyager colony of New Hope on the planet of Gaia."

 

"Request," Kathryn began as a large smile spread across her features, "granted, Doctor Graham."

 

The Doctor accepted the hand extended to him, marveling at the feel of skin on skin and the strength in something so frail looking. Kathryn was having revelations of her own, this was a true human being standing before her and should afforded all the dignity, respect, and rights that along with that.

 

"Doctor, I’m going to allow you to present yourself to the rest of the colony, in your own time. I’m sure word will spread quickly. Please don’t be offended by curiosity seekers."

 

"I looked forward to the challenge."

 

"Doctor," Chakotay started as he held out his own hand. When the older man took it, he said, "Welcome to the human race."

 

~*~

 

Day 270

 

Word of the Doctor’s transformation did indeed spread quickly. The residents of New Hope found themselves wondering just what was going to happen next.

 

"Kathryn, Chakotay… " Tom Paris called out as he jogged up to catch them leaving the meeting hall.

 

"Tom, what can we do for you?" Kathryn asked.

 

"Can you and Chakotay come over tonight? B’Elanna and I have something to discuss with you."

 

The couple exchanged looks and then nodded in unison.

 

"Of course, Tom. Is eight alright?"

 

"Perfect; see ya then." Tom answered as he hurried on his way.

 

"So, what do you think that was all about?" Chakotay mused aloud.

 

"Got me; guess we’ll find out."

 

"Speaking of meetings, when do you want to go to the cabin and for how long? Three, four days?"

 

"Hmmm, four days alone with you at a secluded cabin or watch the Doctor adjust to being human. Tough choice," Kathryn said, pretending to consider her options. Chakotay gave her an appalled look and swept her into an embrace, capturing her lips for a deep kiss. When it ended, Chakotay stepped back and simply quirked an eyebrow at her. Kathryn smacked lips as her eyes held a dreamy look. "Okay, no contest," she murmured, stepping into his arms again.

 

"Hey, why don’t you two get a room?" Harry Kim yelled out as he passed with Sarah on his arm.

 

"You should talk, Harry," Chakotay shouted back as Kathryn buried her face against his chest.

 

"Don’t look now, guys, but here comes the epitome of bad timing," Sarah said, pointing at Tuvok, who had just left his shelter and was coming their way. "And we’re outta here." With that, the couple quickly departed.

 

"And no place to run," Chakotay muttered.

 

"Behave… " Kathryn scolded.

 

"Kathryn, Chakotay… " Tuvok greeted them as he approached.

 

"Tuvok, what can we do for you?"

 

"Nothing that I’m aware of, except, perhaps to say ‘Good Morning’."

 

Kathryn chuckled. "Good morning to you too, old friend."

 

Tuvok inclined his head forward and nodded to Chakotay as he continued on his way.

 

"We’re getting paranoid, you know that, don’t you?"

 

"Probably, but it’s more habit, I think," Chakotay replied as he wrapped an arm around her waist. Then he became thoughtful. "You know, there are a couple of things I need to do; can you keep yourself occupied for a while?"

 

"Oh, I think so," Kathryn replied giving him a long look. "Do you just want to meet at Tom and B’Elanna’s?"

 

"That sounds good," he answered, giving her a long kiss before going in the direction Tuvok had taken. Kathryn watched until he disappeared then headed to her shelter.

 

 

~*~

 

B’Elanna Torres-Paris sighed softly as she brushed a hand across her brow. She knew she had probably overdone it a bit, but tonight was special and she wanted everything to be perfect. Rising from the chair she had collapsed in only a minute before, she moved to the dining alcove and surveyed the table setting. As she leaned to straighten the tablecloth, she felt warm hands on her back.

 

"Hey," Tom Paris murmured as he embraced his wife.

 

"Hey yourself," B’Elanna answered as she leaned back against his chest. Tom’s hands moved freely over her body, soothing and comforting her before coming to rest on her protruding abdomen. "So, is Harry coming?"

 

"Yeah, but he’s a little put out and puzzled why we didn’t invite Sarah." B’Elanna sighed crossed her arms over Tom’s as if to protect the slumbering child within her.

 

"I know; but tonight just had to be with the old inner circle of the senior staff; it seems only right."

 

"Yeah, I know; Harry’ll understand once we make our announcement," Tom concluded thoughtfully.

 

"True, but he’s not going to like it."

 

"Neither is Kathryn, though I hope Chakotay will. And Tuvok…  well, he’ll just have to see the logic in the whole thing."

 

"Doesn’t he always?" B’Elanna said with chuckle, just as they heard a voice calling from outside the house.

 

Tom moved to the door and yelled to their early arrival. "Hey, Chakotay, glad you could make it."

 

"What? And miss the opportunity to harass your cooking? No way!" Chakotay responded as he joined Tom on the porch.

 

"Hey, how did you know I was cooking?"

 

"Because I’ve tasted B’Elanna’s and you made like this sound like a special occasion. So, I figured you weren’t out to poison us."

 

"Watch it, old man; I may be nine months pregnant, but I still can kick your ass," B’Elanna retorted as came out of the house.

 

Chakotay grinned and swept her into a bear hug. "Sorry, little girl, I’ll make nice for tonight."

 

"You better," B’Elanna countered, stabbing him in the chest with a finger.

 

"Come on you two, break it up," Tom said as he came between them. "So, where’s Kathryn?"

 

"She’s supposed to meet me here."

 

"She probably got caught up in what she found," B’Elanna mused, only to find both men staring at her in confusion. She shook her head, "That’s right; you don’t know yet. Well, let’s just wait; Kathryn can fill you in. Harry and Tuvok are coming too," At that moment, she noted a figure coming up the path. "Oh, here comes Tuvok; let’s move this inside."

 

The threesome greeted their Vulcan friend and then all gathered headed into the house to wait for Kathryn and Harry.

 

~*~

 

Kathryn could not help but shake her head as she went over what she and Seven had discovered. During the three weeks of their run from the Borg, the crew of the Legacy had created an obscure interlink frequency. They had gone so far as to capture a drone to test the theory. The very drone they themselves had found had somehow led to the EMH’s transformation. It seemed there was no virus at all, as they knew it. The crew of the Legacy had built a holographic environment within the interlink. By using that frequency among them via a specialized implant, it insured that the Legacy’s crew, after their assimilation, could find their way back together during regeneration in what they had come to call, ‘Unimatrix Zero’.

 

"Kathryn, do you really think this possible?" Harry Kim asked, startling his former captain out of her reverie. Kim gave her an apologetic look. "Sorry, but it’s had to believe."

 

"I know," Kathryn sighed, as she looked to meet the young man’s inquiring gaze. An hour ago he had come to escort her to Tom and B’Elanna’s, but now they were contemplating the near impossible. "But that’s not all. They were in the Delta Quadrant for only three weeks before they were assimilated. That means we may be closer than we ever thought to finding a way home. However, we need to get Legacy’s sensor grid working and reconfigure Voy-Com. We have to know for sure before we make any moves."

 

Harry nodded. "Speaking of moves, we better get going."

 

"My god; is it that late?" Kathryn responded, glancing at the chronometer as she rose and tossed the PADD she was reading at Kim. "Give Chakotay a call while I finish getting ready. Tell him fifteen minutes."

 

Harry’s nod of ascent was lost on Kathryn as she hurried into the bathroom alcove. Something told him it was going to be a long night.

 

 

~*~

 

Three hours later… after the arrival of Kathryn and Harry, the former senior staff of Voyager indulged had a lively dinner before hashing over the possibilities of Legacy getting them home. During a lull in the conversation, B’Elanna rose and hurried out of the room. When she returned a few minutes later, one of her hands was absently massaging her lower back. She met Chakotay coming back from the kitchen with coffeepot in hand.

 

"You okay, B’Elanna?"

 

"Yeah, just a little ache."

 

"Maybe, I can help. I have it good authority, I give excellent massages." Chakotay offered casting a sly grin at Kathryn, who nodded rather enthusiastically in the affirmative.

 

B’Elanna looked skeptical. "I don’t know; nothing seems to help lately."

 

"Let him try, Be; he can’t make it any worse," Tom prodded as he urged his wife toward the sofa. B’Elanna finally sighed and assented.

 

"No, Tom, the floor. Kathryn, get us some pillows and blankets. Tuvok, stoke up the fire."

 

"The floor?" B’Elanna repeated, "I’ll never get back up again!"

 

"Don’t worry, we’ll help." Harry offered.

 

 

B’Elanna rolled her eyes and allowed herself to be lowered to the floor. It took several minutes before everyone maneuvered themselves around the room. When they were done, Kathryn curled on the sofa, leaning against Harry as her fingers played with Chakotay’s hair. He sat on the floor in front of her, with B’Elanna resting against his chest His hands made gentle circles on her back. Tom sat across from them, his wife’s feet in his lap. Tuvok sat in a chair a distant away quietly observing the group. They stayed that way for almost hour in the calm and quiet of the scene.

 

It was Harry who finally broke the silence.  "So, Tom when are you going to tell us why we’re here? I mean, there had to be reason; I couldn’t bring Sarah and you didn’t ask Neelix or the Doctor to come."

 

"You’re right, Harry, there is a purpose to all of this" B’Elanna answered for Tom as well, as they exchanged guilty looks.

 

"It’s alright. Tom, B’Elanna… I think I know what you’re going to say," Kathryn intervened as she lifted away from Harry. "You’re thinking of staying behind, aren’t you?"

 

"How did you know?" Tom questioned.

 

"I’m the captain," Kathryn began, taking Chakotay’s hand as he reached up for her. "Or, at least I was. I’ve learned to read my crew… my friends… over the years. Though I don’t really care for splitting up this group of special people, I understand your reasons for staying, not the least of which is the child you’re bringing into the world. A starship – and untried one at that – is no place for a newborn to be. But, selfishly, I do hope you reconsider."

 

"Yes, that’s right for most part; but also…" B’Elanna began as she reached for Tom’s hand… "Gaia has become our home now, just as Voyager was before it. Earth ceased to be as soon as we accepted it was going to take us seventy years to get back. Tom and I have found peace here."  B’Elanna stayed Chakotay’s hand and with Tom’s help turned on the floor to face the couple behind her. A grimace creased her features for a moment as a sharp pain shot through her abdomen. Putting it off to being in one position to long she continued her speech. "Now, what I would like to know is… when are you two going to admit you’re found some peace, too… and make it ‘official’?"

 

Chakotay gave her a quizzical look. "I’m not sure what you mean, B’Elanna… "

 

"You do, too, you big lug – married… when are you two getting married?"

 

"Oh," Kathryn responded as she looked at Chakotay, "Well, I suppose as soon as he asks me."

 

"You haven’t asked her?" B’Elanna exclaimed slapping his arm. "You dope, why not?"

 

"Ow; because you and Tom asked us to dinner."

 

"What? No, damn it, Chakotay, why didn’t you say something?" B’Elanna groaned partly from dismay, partly from the pain that was getting a little worse. "Kahless, you’re impossible."

 

Chakotay just grinned as he shifted slightly to retrieve something from his pocket, but he stayed on his knees.

 

"Well then, as long as I’m in the position… " He grinned again as Kathryn’s eyes widened in shock. He tenderly took her hand in his and stared deeply into her questioning eyes. "My beloved Kathryn, would you do me…" He paused for a nanosecond to gather his thoughts and was treated to Tom’s snicker. "Would you do me the very great honor of becoming my wife?" Chakotay finished firmly, while slipping onto her finger a gleaming band of gold with four inset crystal-like stones.

 

When Kathryn lifted her gaze to his, her eyes were rimmed with tears. "Oh god, yes, Chakotay… yes!" Kathryn answered as she threw herself into his arms. The momentum sent them backward onto the pile of pillows on the floor. Lost in the moment and each other, neither saw the smiles on the faces of their friends. What did make them break apart finally was a gasp from B’Elanna.

 

"Be, what is it?" Tom asked anxiously as he studied his wife critically. The half Klingon shook her head slightly took a deep breath. When she eventually looked at those around, she found them all staring at her.

 

"Looks like someone wants to be at the wedding in person."

 

"The baby… oh god; are you sure?"

 

"Pretty sure, Helmboy; my water just broke."

 

Suddenly, everyone was on his or her feet, milling around the prone and pregnant woman not knowing quite what to do.

 

Kathryn’s sharp, drill-sergeant voice suddenly cut through the melee. "Alright, gentlemen, that’s enough; B’Elanna needs us all calm."

 

"Right, yeah, okay… " Tom stammered as he knelt by his wife. "Honey, why didn’t you say anything?"

 

B’Elanna shrugged, "I thought it was just a backache. There was never any pain until a little while ago. Guess Chakotay’s massage technique did the trick.”

 

"Magical touch you have there, my love," Kathryn observed as she grasped her husband-to-be’s hand tightly.

 

"Okay; so what do we do now?" Harry asked of no one in particular.

 

"I believe that Mrs. Paris gives birth," Tuvok deadpanned.

 

"No kidding, Tuvok," Paris answered as he tried to keep his wife down. "Be, stay put, please."

 

"I can’t, Tom. The floor and I are soaking wet. I need to get changed and then get into my own bed. Kathryn, could you help me?"

 

"Of course," Kathryn told her as they helped B’Elanna to her feet. "Tom, why don’t get the place cleaned up, join us in the bedroom when you’re ready. Tuvok, go get the Doctor. I’d rather not inform him over the comm… it has too many ears and we have enough people here already. Harry, make some more coffee. Chakotay, we could probably use some more wood."

 

All four of the former officers of Voyager nodded in answer to her commands, glad somehow to be taking orders from their captain once again.

 

~*~

 

After a long night, the morning of the 271^st day of New Hope’s existence dawned bright and echoed with the wails of new life. In the Paris home, Kathryn stepped into the living room and went immediately to Tom’s side. Gently shaking his shoulder, she spoke in a low tone.

 

"Tom, wake up."

 

"Yeah, I’m up," Paris muttered groggily as his sleepy gaze focused on the woman in front of him. "Kathryn, what is… " He stopped as he heard the hearty cries of his offspring. His blue eyes widened and became misted. "B’Elanna… "

 

"…Is fine. Harry and the Doctor just left. By the way, he apologizes for throwing you out."

 

"I’m sorry too. It’s just when she started to shake like that… I freaked a little," Paris said as he rose and Kathryn walked him to the end of the hall.

 

"I know; the Doctor said the shaking is normal… it was just her Klingon makeup causing it to be so violent."

 

"But they’re okay?"

 

"Yes. Now… go see your family," Kathryn told him.

 

"Thanks, Kathryn, for everything," he pronounced sincerely as he swept her into a tight hug.

 

"Anytime, Tom."

 

They embraced for a long moment then stepped apart. Tom took a deep breath and raked his hands through his hair. With tears slipping down her cheeks, Kathryn watched as he hesitated for a moment outside the bedroom, gathering himself before he went inside and closed the door.

 

It was at that moment, that she realized she wasn’t alone. Kathryn turned and allowed herself to be comforted.

 

Chakotay tenderly stroked her hair; it had been an emotional day for all of them. "Hey, what is it, sweetheart?"

 

Kathryn sniffed and turned her head to speak as it still rested against his chest. "It’s nothing; just tired and happy for Tom and B’Elanna."

 

"You sure?" Chakotay asked still not quite convinced.

 

"Well, it’s not every day I become an aunt and godmother and get engaged," Kathryn told him as reached up and kissed him.

 

"No, I suppose not," Chakotay muttered as they stepped apart. He watched as Kathryn studied the ring on her finger. "I melted down our pips, and the stones are fragments of blue diamond that I found down by the river. There's one for each year we spent in the Delta Quadrant, prior to coming to this planet."

 

"Chakotay, it’s beautiful, but I hope you made a band for yourself; we’re going to need it."

 

"Oh really? And just what are we planning, Ms. Janeway?"

 

Kathryn smiled placed her hand on his chest in a familiar gesture.  "I believe a wedding is in order, don’t you think? And the sooner the better?"

 

"Oh, I agree!" Chakotay said placing his hand atop hers. "How does about a week from now sound? It will give us time to get it just right and have a honeymoon before jumping into getting the Legacy space-worthy."

 

"Sounds like an inspired plan," Kathryn told him as she placed a tender kiss on his lips.

 

Keeping their hands intertwined, they walked up to the bedroom. They knocked quietly and Tom called them in. Stepping inside the room and moving towards the bed, Chakotay immediately fell in love with the bundle in Tom’s arms.

 

"She’s a beauty, Tom. You’ll be beating the boys off with a stick."

 

"Yeah, and I’ll be smiling the whole time," Paris said as he bent his head to place tender kiss on his daughter’s faintly ridged forehead. "Here; hold her for a minute," he said placing her in the dark man’s arms

 

"Hey there, little one," Chakotay murmured softly. Kathryn stepped up beside him and gently soothed a hand over the blonde down on the infant’s head.

 

"Now, that’s a picture," Tom said as he sat down on the bed and drew B’Elanna into his arms. "I think we made a good choice in having you two be her godparents along with Harry."

 

"We’re truly honored, Tom. Thank you… " Chakotay replied as he passed the baby to Kathryn, who cradled her gently.

 

Tom and B’Elanna watched fondly as their friends fussed over their daughter. However, it was Kathryn’s next words that brought tears to their eyes.

 

"On behalf of the inhabitants of the Voyager New Hope Colony, Samantha Kathryn Paris, welcome to the world. May your new life always give us cause for hope."

 

~*~

 

Day 276-

 

The days seemed to fly past as preparations for Chakotay and Kathryn’s wedding proceeded.

 

Every detail had been seen to, including who was going to perform the ceremony. Of course, there was only one logical choice. Following the Federation Doctrine of Colonization, the Quorum, a group made up of representatives from the former departments of Voyager, summarily appointed Tuvok the new justice of the peace of New Hope.

 

Along side the wedding brouhaha, the Legacy mystery continued to unveil itself. A real break came when a copy Captain Sutton’s official logs were discovered in an un-launched buoy. They told all the missing pieces of Legacy’s tale, including a possible way home.

 

"Sutton’s logs included an astrometric scan of a network of subspace tunnels; readings showed they were over a million years old. The Legacy stumbled into them and wandered for three days before exiting in the Delta Quadrant. Unfortunately, in was within half a light year of two Borg cubes," Kathryn explained as the former senior staff sat in the small conference room in the Meeting Hall. Samantha Kathryn Paris now being called Kammy was also present.

 

"Then they endured three weeks of pursuit. This gave them time to formulate their plan. This indicates that we’re approximately twenty to thirty light years from the exit point, but in which direction?" B’Elanna mused as she gently jostled her daughter to soothe her back to sleep.  "There was only one coordinate in the logs – a  vector at the point of exit."

 

"So, how do we get to that point?" Harry Kim asked.

 

"Well, we know it’s not in the direction we came from on Voyager, so that way is out. And the asteroid belt on the far side of sun eliminates that possibility. Legacy couldn’t have made it through there in one piece," Tom Paris offered up as he accepted Kammy from B’Elanna.

 

"That leaves two ways to go and they’re in opposite directions," Chakotay said, knowing the implications of his statement.

 

"So, how to we decide which way to go?" Neelix asked.

 

"I believe that there is but one alternative," Tuvok began as he leaned forward placing his elbows on the table and steepling his fingers. "In the words of the esteemed Spock, we must make a guess."

 

"Why Tuvok, I’ve never known you to indulge!" Paris quipped.

 

"Then obviously you do not know me very well. Vulcan’s do ‘guess’ when the occasion calls for it. Of course, it is always an educated one," Tuvok returned, with glint in his eye.

 

Paris coughed to hide a laugh as he replied. "Of course… "

 

"Alright, now that’s settled," Kathryn said quickly, attempting to gain control of the meeting once again. "Let’s hear an update on the Legacy itself. Harry, has the main computer from Voyager been installed yet?"

 

"We finished it late last night. All that remains is for you to input the prefix codes and transfer command. You need to do that in person… manually and by voice pattern."

 

"Well, then I suppose it’s time to make a trip to the Legacy. Does tomorrow afternoon work for everyone?" Kathryn asked. There were nods of assent from around the table.

"Doctor Graham," she began, intentionally using the former hologram’s new name, "How’s the health of the crew?"

 

"How nice to be recognized?" Harlo Graham answered acerbically, only to be stopped by a glare from Kathryn; he quickly adopted a chagrined look. "Fine. They’re all fine… in most cases in better shape than they had been on the ship. Also, I must report six confirmed pregnancies in various stages."

 

"Who is the furthest along?" Chakotay asked.

 

"Lindsey Ballard at five months."

 

"I’ll make sure she and Mark Chapman get quartered on the family deck," Chakotay responded.

 

"How is that going?" Kathryn questioned knowing the difficulty of the situation.

 

"The transfer and clean up teams have managed to clear four decks to use for our crew.

We left deck three alone as well as deck six, which was where most of the Legacy crews were quartered. All the VIP quarters on deck four have been assigned to married couples and families as well, as they were unoccupied to begin with. Officers are on deck two, and decks five and seven house the rest of the crew. Personal effects contained in those quarters have been packed and placed in one of the cargo bays."

 

"Give the transfer teams my gratitude for their discretion. I know their job is a difficult one."

 

"I’ll pass your words along with my own," Chakotay answered quietly as he accepted Kammy from Harry. The infant was still fussing and had been passed around the table in a concerted effort to settle her; no one had had any luck as of yet.

 

"Captain, I would like to make a request… "

 

"Of course, Seven," Kathryn answered with a smile that broadened when she saw Graham reach out and cover the blonde woman's hand with his own.

 

"No, let me," the doctor smiled.  Seven, in a rare show of bashfulness, lowered her head ever so slightly, giving him a nod of assent, allowing her hand  to remain within his grasp.

 

"Kathryn, I would like to ask that Annie and I be assigned quarters together."

 

"Annie?"

 

"It is short for Annika. Harlo thought it might be more appropriate. Annika was the little girl I ceased to be fifteen years ago,"  Seven quietly responded.

 

"And Seven of Nine is a Borg designation, but she is no longer Borg," Graham continued.

"Thanks to Harlo, Annie Hansen is becoming more human. Perhaps we can learn more about being human together. "

 

"I understand. Chakotay, assign quarters to Harlo and Annie."

        

"Thank you, Kathryn… " the pair answered in unison.  

 

Tom looked over at Harry and mouthed, ‘Harlo and Annie’?  Harry just shrugged.

 

At that point, Kathryn stood and walked over to Chakotay, gazing down with a gentle smile at the whimpering bundle he held. Reaching down, she took the baby in her arms and began to pace.

 

"Alright people, is there anything else? Tuvok?"

 

"The tactical team aboard the Legacy have to test the security and defense systems, but they should be finished by the time you arrive."

 

"Excellent, then we… " Kathryn went quiet as she stared down at the infant – she was asleep.

 

Tom stood up and walked over to look down at his daughter in awe. "Well, what do you know? Auntie Kathryn has the magic touch."

 

"I think it’s more like she more comfortable in motion; sitting still just doesn’t do it," B’Elanna provided as she joined them. Tom looked at his wife, who nodded.

 

"Like father, like daughter, huh?" Tom mused.

 

"Yeah, she was meant to sail among the stars," B’Elanna whispered.

 

"Are you saying what I think you are?" Kathryn asked, her face becoming radiant with a smile of anticipation.

 

"Do you have room for three more on that starship, Chakotay?" Tom asked as he met the dark man’s gaze over Kathryn’s shoulder.

 

"You bet; all the room you need."

 

"Welcome aboard," Kathryn told them as she leaned down and placed a tender kiss on Kammy’s tiny, ridged brow.  "To all of you."

 

~*~

 

Day 277

 

Stepping onto the bridge of a starship always filled Kathryn Janeway with awe; however, this was a little different, for it was tempered with melancholy and regret. The Legacy wasn’t her ship. It was Michael Sutton’s… and in Kathryn’s mind, it always would be; she was just going to borrow it for a while.

 

"Hey you; ready to go?"

 

Kathryn whirled startled by the soft voice.

 

"Chakotay, haven’t I told you enough times, not to do that to me?"

 

The big man smiled broadly, "Yeah, but it’s so much fun."

 

Kathryn gave him a mock-death glare and chuckled.

 

"You’re incorrigible, mister, but I love you."

 

"That’s good, because we’re getting married tomorrow."

 

"Really? I hadn’t noticed."

 

"Oh, you haven’t seen the frenzy Neelix has been in for the last couple days? Or the look of sheer glee on Paris’ face every time he catches us together? He’s been waiting for this for four years!"

 

"So have I," Kathryn admitted, wrapping her arms around his waist and laying her head on his chest.

 

"You and I both, my love," Chakotay affirmed as he held her tightly. "You and I both."

 

"Torres to Janeway… “

 

"Janeway here," Kathryn answered, not wanting to move from the warmth that surrounded her.

 

"We’re ready."

 

"Acknowledged." Reluctantly, the couple parted so Kathryn could do what she had come to do. "Computer, recognize Janeway, Kathryn. Captain’s authorization, Janeway-pi-one-one-zero… "

 

"Command authorization, confirmed," the familiar monotone voice of the computer intoned.

 

"Initiate prefix code override, bypass original encoding," Kathryn ordered as she keyed in several commands and codes into the console before her. "Begin data transfer protocols."

 

Chakotay gripped Kathryn’s shoulder gently as they waited to see if this worked. If it did, they would have all of Legacy’s systems at their command. The computer beeped and whirred several times before finally falling into silence.

 

Then…

 

"Transfer complete."

 

"Computer, what is the name of this vessel?"

 

"This is the USS Voyager, registration number NCC--"

 

"Stop. Computer, this vessel shall henceforth be known as ‘Voyager’s Legacy’. Confirm and designate. Command authorization Janeway-omega-four-seven."

 

"Command authorization confirmed. Voyager’s Legacy, commanded Captain Kathryn Janeway."

 

"Begin complete systems check. Audible read to engineering only."

 

"Acknowledged."

 

"That’s it," Kathryn said as she turned from the computer station.

 

"Not quite," Chakotay responded as he held out a flat, rectangular object, wrapped in a black cloth.

 

Kathryn took it from him and slowly unwrapped it.

 

"The dedication plaque from Voyager! You’ve had it all this time?"

 

Chakotay nodded.

 

"I thought it had been lost or destroyed."

 

"I planned on giving it to you at some point; but when we discovered Legacy, I had a better idea."

 

Kathryn smiled. "Let’s put it where it belongs."

 

Chakotay smiled back and together they hang the plaque just above Legacy’s own.

 

"Perfect," Kathryn said as she stepped back. Chakotay wrapped his arms around her and rested his chin on her shoulder.

 

"Now, can we go?"

 

Kathryn chuckled, "Okay, but remember… you have your bachelor party tonight. This may be our last moment of peace until after the wedding."

 

"A small price to pay for a lifetime together," Chakotay told her as he began to place tiny kisses on her neck and shoulder.

 

"You remember that when you’re up to your ears in Talaxian love potions, Bolian erotic poetry and Bajoran chanting."

 

"You’re evil!” he laughed.  “I take it the ladies did something special for you last night."

 

"I suppose, if you want to call having Vorik, Chell, Neelix and the Doctor do ‘Riverdance’ in the middle of B’Elanna’s living room ‘special’." Chakotay had to chuckle at the image that presented. Kathryn swatted him and returned his mirth. "But really; it was wonderful. The women out did themselves, especially B’Elanna, Sarah and Susan. And there were some very interesting personal gifts."

 

"I bet; I hope you’ll model some of them tomorrow night."

 

"Maybe… " Kathryn responded as her hands moved slowly over his chest.

 

"Can’t wait," Chakotay answered as his mouth descended on hers. Consumed in their endeavors, neither heard the turbolift doors open.

 

"Hey, hey; save some of that from the honeymoon."

 

"Hondo… " Chakotay groaned.

 

"You have a Vulcan’s sense of timing," Kathryn bemoaned as she detached herself from her lover’s embrace.

 

"Yeah, I know," Hondo Swedlund stated simply, exchanging a grin with Ayala, who accompanied him.

 

"We’ve come for the tattooed man,"  Ayala said menacingly.

 

The man in question let out a girlish squeal and hid behind Kathryn.

 

"Okay boys, but don’t wear him out. I need him to be ‘up’ to the task tomorrow night."

 

"Kathryn… " Chakotay groaned at her intended pun.

 

"Don’t worry, Kat; we’ll leave a little for ya," Hondo said as he and Ayala each took the bridegroom by an arm and marched him to the door.

 

"You’re all heart, Hondo," Kathryn called after them. "Be good, boys."

 

Chakotay’s appalled expression had Kathryn still chuckling moments later as she followed them into the night air.

 

~*~

 

Day 278

 

The inhabitants of New Hope rose early that morning. It was a special day and they wanted it to last as long as possible. The morning rolled by with dizzying speed as preparations for the impending nuptials proceeded. By noon, almost everything was ready… except for a very nervous bride.

 

"B’Elanna, I can’t eat."

 

"Come on, Kathryn; if you don’t have something you’re going to pass out at the ceremony."

 

Kathryn gave her a dubious look.

 

B’Elanna’s expression hardened slightly. "Look here, Kathryn Janeway… I promised Chakotay I would take care of you and get you to the wedding. Now, in order to do that, I need you on your feet. So, eat."

 

"Fine," Kathryn conceded as she plopped in the chair offered to her and picked up a piece of fruit. She eyed it critically for a moment before popping it in her mouth.

 

"Alright, now that I have you sitting, let’s get on that hair," B’Elanna proclaimed as she waved Megan and Jenny Delaney over with the needed implements in hand. "Do your thing, ladies."

 

The half-Klingon gave them instructions as she picked up her daughter and sat down across from her captain and friend. As Kammy partook of her lunch, B’Elanna reached out and put a hand over Kathryn’s. "Don’t worry, Kathryn; everything’s going to be fine."

 

The older woman couldn’t help but smile at the conviction in young woman’s voice. Maybe it was going to be a good day after all.

 

Two hours later, Kathryn Janeway was slowly turning in front of the full-length mirror in the Paris’s bedroom. With a wry smile, she shook her head. Kathryn was impressed; once again, her friends and crew had worked miracles. Smoothing the folds of her dress, she turned to B’Elanna who was standing behind her.

 

"Well, what’s the verdict?"

 

"Perfect. You look gorgeous."

 

"I’ll second that," pronounced Tom Paris as he stuck his head in the door. "That old Indian’s gonna pass out when he gets a look at you."

 

"Thank you, Tom… I think."

 

"So… are they ready for us?" B’Elanna asked at she moved to Kathryn and patted a stray lock of hair into place and pressed the bridal bouquet into her hands.

 

"You better believe it. Your escort awaits, ladies."

 

"Then let’s get the show on the road," Kathryn proclaimed as she started for the door. Tom and B’Elanna exchanged grins as they quickly followed.

 

~*~

 

Chakotay was wearing a trench in the soft dirt in front of the hexagonal gazebo erected for the ceremony. At the same time, he was muttering to himself.

 

Harry Kim and Hondo Swedlund watched from a short distance away. "Do you think he’s finally lost it?" Harry asked.

 

"Nuh, Chakotay is just being Chakotay," Hondo answered with a shrug.

 

"Yeah, but this is a little extreme."

 

"Maybe, but he’s been waiting for this a long time. It’s bound to eat a guy after awhile… waiting so long for a woman."

 

"Kathryn Janeway’s not just any woman."

 

"You got that right," Hondo acknowledged as he jerked his head toward the entourage emerging from the woods.

 

"Wow… " Harry muttered in awe at the sight coming their way.

 

"Yeah, big wow!" Hondo concurred as he walked up to Chakotay and tapped him on the shoulder.

 

The big man turned and his jaw dropped with one word escaping in a rushing breath. "Kathryn… "

 

 

~*~

 

New Hope’s recently proclaimed justice of the peace, Tuvok, stood in the center of the gazebo, a tranquil expression on his face as his Vulcan heart swelled with fatherly pride.

He considered the act he was about to perform an honor, one not easily wrought, but a great honor nonetheless. With a nod to the musicians behind him, the Vulcan stepped forward and prepared to do his bit.

 

Tom Paris looked at the assemblage of people with quiet awe. Lining the long white carpet on either side stood every member of the former crew of the starship Voyager. He looked down at the woman clutching his arm and smiled gently at the tears in her deep blue eyes.  "Ready?"

 

"Oh yes," Kathryn Janeway answered as she turned and met Chakotay’s loving gaze. Then, as if entranced by magic, she moved down the carpet toward the future.

 

 

~*~

 

"My friends," B’Elanna Torres-Paris began as she stood and raised her champagne glass in a toast with the rest of the guests in the dining hall following suit. "I give you our beloved command team. May they continue to bask in the love and trust founded in tragedy and fueled by faith to always be together now and forever. To Chakotay and Kathryn!"

 

"To Chakotay and Kathryn!" The toast echoed throughout the hall, carried by a myriad of voices. It was about that time that Tom started tapping his glass with a spoon in an age-old call to action.

 

In response, Chakotay slowly rose, he held out his hand to Kathryn to join him. The clamoring multiplied to deafening levels until the honored couple was locked in a kiss that bordered on the erotic. It wasn’t until they noted that complete silence had descended all around them that the kiss broke. Glancing at the their friends and crew, the couple saw expressions of shock and awe, mingled with glee and admiration. Chakotay grinned evilly and Kathryn blushed slightly as her lips curved into a beautiful smile.

 

"I never thought it would happen; we’ve shocked them senseless," Chakotay whispered to his bride.

 

"Let’s not waste the moment then," Kathryn answered, as she stepped closer and found herself lip locked with her husband.

 

"Okay, okay, we get the point!" Tom Paris shouted as he rose from his chair, glass in hand. Chakotay and Kathryn laughed as the parted and resumed their seats. "Now, I have just one thing to say here. I know I can’t top what B’Elanna said, but for others, and for myself, I wish you, health, happiness and peace. Thank you for being who you are, my friends."

 

Applause followed Tom’s toast as Kathryn looked around with tears in her eyes. Chakotay grasped her hand giving it a squeeze as he pulled her up. Then he faced the crowd.

 

"Kathryn and I thank you for everything that has been done for us. It is a special honor to know we have such friends and family. Thank you for your faith and love." After a moment, Chakotay put his glass on the table of then took Kathryn’s from her. "Now, I hope that none of you mind… but I think it’s time my bride and I departed; it’s going to be a long night."

 

As chuckles and applause followed his last remark, Chakotay could make out all kinds of offerings of advice… all however made very tongue in cheek. Guiding Kathryn gently forward, they periodically found their way hampered by people who wanted to express their best wishes personally. It took them an hour to reach the door, only to find Tom, B’Elanna, Harry, Tuvok, Seven and the Doctor waiting for them.

 

"Okay, you guys; what have to done now?" Kathryn demanded as she saw their mode of transportation had been altered somewhat from the norm.

 

"We figured the Phoenix needed a little sprucing up to carry the bridal couple," Tom told them.

 

"I’m not sure coffee cups and old shuttle parts are appropriate decoration for a wedding getaway vehicle," Kathryn laughed.

 

"For you two, they are," Harry offered up with a grin.

 

"He’s got us there, Kathryn," Chakotay conceded.

 

"Mmmm;  no wonder he’s still an ensign!" Kathryn deadpanned.

 

"Don’t even, think about it, Har… " B’Elanna said putting a hand over his mouth, muffling his retort. "You’ve been spending far too much time with Sarah and Tom."

 

"Hey!”  the referenced pair reacted in unison.

 

"Come’on, wife; let’s go while we still can," Chakotay said as he offered his hand to Kathryn, helping her into the Phoenix.

 

"Bye, everyone and thank you," Kathryn called out as the hovercraft lifted off.

 

"We’ll see you in three days," Tom shouted back.

 

Chakotay just grinned as he and Kathryn waved back. The honeymoon had begun at last.

 

~*~

 

Night shadows followed a group dressed in dark clothing as they trudged through the woods. Their mission was a covert one, led by a tall, slim figure. Nearing their target, a darkened building on the edge of a clearing, the leader pulled up short. He signaled everyone to encircle the structure as he pulled out of a bag something that appeared to be a cooking pot and ladle.

 

Holding the items up for all to see, he let out a yell.  "Now!"

 

Thus ensued such a racket, that it could have been heard all the way back to the Alpha quadrant.

 

On the other side of the lake, abroad the boat christened Edgewater; Chakotay gently shook his bride awake. Opening languorous eyes, Kathryn peered at him through the darkness, trying to gage his intent. Then she heard it, a distant clamor and chorus of voices.

 

"Shiveree. Tom never gives up does he?" Chakotay smiled down at her.

 

"Nope, but I’d love to see the look on his face when he realizes we’re not at the cabin,"

Kathryn chuckled softly as she wrapped her arms around her husband’s neck to pull him closer.

 

Chakotay responded without protest and captured her lips with his own. As they began to move in unison with the boat’s own subtle, rocking motions, all thoughts of Tom Paris and everyone else were soon lost in more important pursuits.

 

~*~

 

Day 282

 

Ex-EMH Harlo Graham surveyed the settlement of New Hope with a jaundiced eye, noting several activities going on: the attempt of several young men to wrestle with a heavy container without anti-gravshelters being dismantled and bundled for transport; people running to and fro in a kind of organized chaos. In the midst of it, came Naomi Wildman with B’Elanna Torres-Paris carrying Kammy; they seemed obvious to the melee around them.

 

He was about to call out to them when he saw the men with the container lose control of it. Realizing there was no time to warn anyone, Graham spurred himself into motion. Barreling past people and not stopping, he plowed into B’Elanna and Naomi, sending them sprawling just as the container hit the ground exactly where they had been a moment before.

 

B’Elanna crawled to her feet cradling her daughter, who was unharmed by her mother’s fall. Naomi likewise was unhurt, but a little shaken.

 

"Doctor, just what the hell did you…" The half-Klingon’s anger faded quickly as she saw what had happened and that the ex-EMH had not been so lucky. Handing Kammy over to Jenny Delaney, B’Elanna knelt beside the fallen man.

 

"Doctor… Harlo, can you hear me?" B’Elanna asked as she motioned the men to get the container off the Doctor. "Get the anti-gravs on it this time or you’ll do more damage," she ordered. The men quickly complied; moments later, the container was lifted and the doctor was freed. The injured man groaned loudly as he tried to move. "Stay still, your leg has been crushed."

 

"So, this is what pain feels like; I understand now," Graham whispered as he passed out.

 

B’Elanna hid a small smile as she moved aside to allow her savior, literally, be placed on a stretched and taken to the medical building. There was no way she was ever going to be able to repay the ex-EMH for saving herself, Kammy and Naomi, but she would try.

 

 

~*~

 

Midday brought the return of the honeymooners, eager to catch up on the progress of the exodus. The pair quickly split after a lingering kiss, Kathryn headed for medical and Chakotay to the power station.

 

Upon entering the medical facility, Kathryn's ears were assailed by bellows of outrage. Peering cautiously to the exam-treatment room, she quickly took in the scene.

 

"You are not going to touch me!" Graham proclaimed loudly.

 

"Come’on Doc; I’m just trying to help you," Tom Paris told him as he held up a hypospray and a dermal-regenerator.

 

"I’d rather have Neelix be my nurse."

 

"That can be arranged," Kathryn said as she stepped into the room.

 

"Captain… Kathryn, you’re back… " Graham stuttered.

 

Kathryn held up a hand. "Enough; what happened?"

 

B’Elanna quickly told the story. “Harlo saved us…  Naomi, Kammy and myself. A huge storage container nearly hit us."

 

"Yeah, our ex-EMH played hero and got his leg crushed. I’m just trying to get him fixed up. It’s the least I can do, after he saved my family," Paris related sincerely.

 

Kathryn folded her arms across her chest and nodded as she looked at Graham, "Well then, Doctor, I suggest you allow Mr. Paris to treat you."

 

"But Captain, he’s… he’s just a pilot."

 

"A pilot with medical training… and all you’ve got."

 

Graham groused for a few more minutes, then agreed. Kathryn patted his shoulder and started for the door after B’Elanna. At the last minute, Paris called out to her.

 

"So, Kathryn, did you and Chakotay have a nice, quiet honeymoon?"

 

"Very nice and very quiet, too," Kathryn replied, and then looked coyly at Paris. "I’m glad Chakotay decided we spend our time on the Edgewater. The cabin could never have matched the solitude it provided. My only regret is we can’t take her with us," Kathryn finished as she left the two men alone.

 

"Yeah, I’m sure," Paris answered, dumbfounded in her wake. All that planning he had done and three sleepless nights… all for nothing; they hadn’t even been at the cabin! He shook his head and turned to his reluctant patient.

 

~*~

 

Day 287

 

The days were getting longer and final exodus from New Hope loomed closer. One half of the former crew of Voyager was now housed on Voyager’s Legacy; more were transferring everyday. The striking of the colony was taking longer than anyone had anticipated, but then no one had ever thought any of them would be leaving again. Permanent dwellings needed to be razed, as well as temporary structures, in accordance with the prime directive that no evidence of their advanced habitation must remain.

 

It also dictated that Samantha Wildman be disinterred and placed in stasis aboard the ship. This latter part was done under the cover of night by a team of volunteers and was accorded all the dignity possible for the task.

 

Materials that could not be moved to Voyager's Legacy were destroyed or taken out over the Ocampa Sea and dropped into its deepest part. Only rough cabins and the aqua-duct would stay as a testament to the resilience of the people who lived and made a home on this world. They could only hope that future inhabitants would fare as well.

 

~*~

 

Day 300

 

Trudging up a worn path, Chakotay came in search of his wife. Instinctively he knew where he would find her. It was their final hour on Gaia and he understood Kathryn’s need to say goodbye.

 

Cresting Paris Ridge, the dark man started across the vast plain walking toward the tiny form standing under a twisted canopy of metal. As he neared, Chakotay heard Kathryn speaking.

 

"Well, old friend, this is really goodbye; we won’t be seeing each other again." Kathryn paused and then squinted up at the remains of the starship. "But understand that you will never be forgotten; your legacy will always live on in all of us."

 

"Hey… are you ready?" Chakotay asked softly when Kathryn finished speaking.

 

"Yes, we can go now," Kathryn said as she pulled herself up straighter and took her husband’s hand in her own.

 

"Okay. Chakotay to Delta Flyer… two to beam-up."

 

Moments later, they shimmered away, leaving only the whisper of the wind across the plain.

 

~*~

 

When Kathryn Janeway stepped onto the bridge of Voyager’s Legacy, the entire crew stood and remained at attention. She smiled and nodded her acknowledgment as she moved to stand before the command chair. The design of the bridge was an older one, laid out like Reliant and Constitution class ships. The captain’s chair was on a raised center dais. The helm and ops stations were placed side by side directly in front of the view screen, where they were manned by Tom and Harry respectively. Tactical, engineering, communications and science stations ringed the perimeter. Chakotay, having no permanent station as first officer, had taken over communications and science.

 

"My friends, we’ve traveled a long road. It is my hope that this final stretch will be a short one. Set course for the Alpha Quadrant and may the wind be at our backs. Mr. Paris?"

 

"We’re ready, Captain," he responded solemnly.

 

Kathryn sat in the command chair. Chakotay stood just behind, a hand on her left shoulder.

 

"Engage… "

 

~*~

 

Prelude to the Epilogue: THE GIFT

 

The entire bridge crew of Voyager’s Legacy blinked as the ship passed into normal space. The brightness of the stars was stunning, compared to the endless blackness of the subspace conduit. It had taken them six weeks to travel from its point of entry to the exit. Wrong turns and breakdowns had slowed their progress, but the ingenuity and steadfastness of this crew persevered just as it had all the years they had spent in the Delta Quadrant.

 

Standing together, Chakotay wrapped an arm around Kathryn’s shoulder and squeezed her as they stared at the viewscreen in awe.

 

"Look at that, Kathryn… you did it; you finally have your dream… we’re home. You’re a hero."

 

Kathryn Janeway turned her deep blue gaze away from the sight of familiar stars to look into the dark brown eyes of her husband. Tears rolled unfettered down her cheeks as she spoke.

 

"No, we did it… and as for being a hero, there’s only one thing of that sort that I ever wanted and needed: to get home." She reached up and gently caressed his cheek. "However… I was home the moment I met you. It was together… all of us… that got us back to Earth. We all exemplify every…  hero’s dream."