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This story is No. 3 in the series "Seven X". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Multi-Chapters begin! Knowing where you should be and getting there are two different things.

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Multiple Crossings > Xander-CenteredAnimeRoninFR21510,59958425,48815 Nov 064 May 13No

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Chapter One

Now Hang A Left At…

Series: Seven X

Author: Anime Ronin

Idea Creator: Cyclone_Knight

Rating: M

Summary: Multi-Chapters begin! Knowing where you should be and getting there are two different things.

Disclaimer: I own nothing. *pokes Cyc* He owns nothing either.

AN: Cyc came up with the idea but, as he has so much on his plate, I’m writing it.

AN2: (for Cyclone_Knight) Inspiration for this fic came from the Unity Saga and Siege’s ‘Prometheus-verse’. Have to give credit where credit is due…

1

(Voyager, Mess Hall)

Xander leaned back in the chair a bit, drumming his fingers on the table even as he listened to the sounds of the room… what sounds there were, anyway. He could hear the thrum of the engines, the sizzle of Neelix’s pots and pans cooking something, and even though he KNEW he was hearing things that couldn’t be heard, he could hear the ‘swoosh’ of the passing stuff outside. It was, quite honestly, driving him nuts.

“Is there anything else, Xander?”

He looked at Kes and shook his head, “No, that’s it, Kes. They get home via the Borg Hub and the Borg are all screwed by that Admiral Janeway’s virus.” He stopped and smirked, “Though I do like her last words – ‘bringing chaos to order’.”

“I’m sure Captain Janeway will love to hear that. Stupid-head.” He looked over at Naomi Wildman, who had been diligently taking notes about everything he could remember about the series so that it could be cross-referenced to what they had gone through already, and stuck out his tongue. She returned in kind.

Kes sighed, “Children, please.”

Xander looked at Kes and gave her a charming smile, “She started it.”

Naomi shook her head, “No, YOU started it by not realizing Willow’s feelings. Stupid-head.”

Xander sighed and dropped his head back, “Sure, bring that up again.” Naomi had been watching the ‘series’ with Seven, the canon series, not what he and Seven had been doing, and she was QUITE upset that he had missed what was blatantly obvious to anyone but him, namely Willow’s feelings for him, hence the nickname she had for him.

“Naturally,” Naomi said with a self-satisfied smirk. She tapped the PADD in her hand a few more times before she frowned, “So, that’s everything?”

He nodded, “That’s all I remember. There might be a few other things that will come up, but nothing overly major.”

Kes nodded and sent Naomi on her way, leaving the two of them alone, save for Neelix, who was humming away over a pot of something that was starting to turn Xander’s stomach, “So, Xander, do you think we can hold an adult conversation?”

He gave her a playfully wounded look, “Whatever is that supposed to mean?”

Kes laughed slightly, “I may be six years old, Xander, but I don’t want to be the adult in this conversation.”

Xander snorted slightly, “I do what I do to keep people up-beat or to break the mood. So, occasionally, I tend to act my mental age, not my actual one.”

“Does Seven let you put yourself down? I don’t want you to,” she went on quickly, remembering that he didn’t actually remember anything before his last… encounter… with Seven. “What I want to know is what you intend to do?”

Xander gave her a confused look, “Excuse me?”

“On the ship,” Kes clarified. “From what I understand, you were a construction worker, yes?”

“Also a pizza-orderer, a Twinkie-eating champion and a top-rate donut fetcher,” Xander quipped.

Kes looked at him oddly, “What is a Twinkie?”

(Several hours later)

Captain Janeway looked at the pair whom sat in front of her, “So, how did things go, Kes?”

“Alexander did finish the tests we put in front of him and his grasp of the core knowledge of subjects that would be useful on Voyager are limited,” Kes said with honesty in her voice, “but he’s shown an ability to learn and adapt.”

Commander Chakotay took over at that point, “Beyond his skills in construction and carpentry, Captain, he’s shown an ability to empathize with people and to subtly nudge them into an action that they would naturally take but are unaware of taking.”

Katherine frowned, “So you want to make him the ship’s Counselor?”

Chakotay looked at Kes for a moment, who shrugged, and he then looked back at his Captain, “That might not be a bad idea, Katherine, but not for some time. He has a lot to catch up on, after all.”

“True enough,” Katherine said with a frown. “Who would teach him? We’re stretched thin enough as-is.”

“Naomi would be the best choice, given that they get along well enough,” Kes supplied immediately. “Normally, I would say to use Seven but… their relationship might make things difficult.”

“Indeed,” Katherine said gravely before picking up a PADD. “But, I must ask you, Kes, what is this report I have of Naomi calling him ‘stupid head’?”

Kes chuckled, “I do believe it has something to do with Alexander’s apparent blindness to his best friend in the early part of the series, Captain. Naomi believes that they would have made a superior couple and is teasing him.”

“Be sure to tell Alexander that one Tom Paris on this ship is quite enough,” Katherine said with a smirk. “I’m not sure I could handle two.”

Chakotay smiled, “You, Captain? How do you think B’elana would feel?”

“Just tell Tom to take it easy on his traditional ‘welcome’ pranks until Alexander’s set in,” Katherine advised. “From what little I’ve heard, Alexander is supposed to be rather good when it comes to pranks.” She tapped her PADD a few times before she looked back up at them, “Any word yet?”

Kes shook her head, “No, the Doctor says that B’elana is due any time now and every false alarm is just one time closer to the real thing.”

“Which can’t come soon enough as far as Tom and B’elana are concerned,” Chakotay said with a grin. “From what I hear, B’elana has something of a potty mouth where these false alarms are concerned.”

“I completely sympathize with her, Commander,” Katherine said sigh a sigh. “So, who is in line for winning the pool?”

Before either could answer, the com system came on, “Captain, we’re picking up something strange on long-range sensors.”

“On our way, Harry,” Katherine said with a sigh.

As they stood, though, Kes chipped in, “Oh, and Captain, Xander’s chipped in a few replicator rations as to when B’elana’s going to give birth.”

Katherine and Chakotay both stopped and asked, “When?”

(Mess Hall)

Xander looked over the PADD that Kes had given him after the tests he’d been given and, with Naomi’s help (and, thankfully, no ‘stupid head’ comments), he’d been able to figure out the PDA-like contraption. He semi-fondly remembered his long-ago talk with Jenny Calendar and Willow about how technology was on its way out and things like pen and paper and the abacus were on the way back in – Jenny had, of course, been right, and he’d picked up on the technology quickly enough, but it was just so hard when they made it look so easy…

There was a chirp above his head and Captain Janeway’s voice came out of an unseen speaker, “Janeway to Harris.”

Xander looked down at the badge on his shirt and felt a thrill go through him as he tapped it, “Harris here. What’s up, Captain?”

“Please come to the Bridge, Xander. Janeway out.”

Xander blinked and looked over at Naomi, whom had been assigned to be his tutor, “What was that all about?”

“I’m not sure, but I wouldn’t keep her waiting,” Naomi said as she went through her own PADD of information.

Xander nodded and made his way out of the Mess Hall and to the turbolift, where he said, “Bridge, please.” It was at this point that he had one of his odd thoughts – what if, just once, the ship’s computer did not go with an order and responded with, ‘what is the magic word?’ He smirked – it’d be freaky, but also quite funny…

The lift came to a stop and the doors opened to the Bridge, an act that Xander nodded at and said, “Thank you,” by reflex. In the back of his head, though, he wondered how he’d react if the computer said ‘you are welcome’, and he then stopped and shook his head – he needed to lay off the reruns of the 2001: A Space Odyssey marathons…

“You beckoned, mon Capitan?” Katherine rolled her eyes as Xander walked out of the turbolift and ambled down towards her. Little did he know that Q was reputed to say the same thing when called by Picard… or maybe he DID know that…

“Yes, Xander, she did call you.” Katherine looked at the viewscreen and saw her older, higher-ranking self standing next to a man with four pips on his shoulders and a wry grin on his face. They had detected a disturbance in the fabric of space not five minutes before and a runabout had come through a tear in space-time before said tear sealed itself, at which point they were contacted by the runabout..

Xander stopped and looked at the woman on the screen, then at Captain Janeway, then back at the woman before arching an eyebrow, “Um…” He shook his head again and sighed, "Normally, I'd be wigging out and gibbering incoherently, but y'know what? I'm in a universe where something like this happens every other week."

The Elder Janeway and the man, who looked somewhat familiar, next to her both smirked, and Admiral, if he was reading her rank correctly, chuckled, “Actually, it’s down to a bi-monthly schedule now. It’s good to see you again, Xander.”

“Consider I’ve known you in your current form for all of a minute, I’ll reserve judgment on that,” Katherine heard Xander say with a touch of something in his voice, something that wasn’t unfriendly, but wasn’t overly inviting as well. “So, what’s the what?”

The Captain who stood next to Admiral Janeway smirked a little, “Gods, I haven’t heard that said in decades. I can’t BELIEVE how young and ignorant that made me sound.”

Katherine winced as Xander drew up, “Who the hell are you and what do you mean ‘me’?”

“I’m sorry, allow me to introduce myself.” The Captain, with brown hair cropped rather short, brown eyes, gave something of a half-grin and snapped off a deliberately sloppy salute to Xander, “Captain Alexander Harris, Starfleet Command, at your service, suh!”

Xander ignored the good-natured drawl and salute, “First of all, don’t call me ‘sir’, I work for a living, and secondly if this is a joke, it’s a bad one.”

Katherine shook her head and held up her hands, “Calm down, Xander. This is something of a… unique situation. Admiral,” she turned to the viewscreen, “could you and Captain Harris beam over and explain a few things?”

“Of course, Captain,” Admiral Janeway said with a slight smile even as Captain Harris pointed to his supposed younger self and said, “Just keep trigger-happy over there away from the weapons. And check for that knife he has tucked away behind his back.”

“I’d never shoot you,” Xander said, his voice tight. “Shooting someone is so… impersonal.”

His supposed older self smirked, “You’d rather crack their heads open with a large, heavy object, right?”

Katherine looked at Seven, who was looking back and forth between the two Xander’s, “Are you alright, Seven?”

Even as he joked with his younger self, Captain Alexander Harris’ eyes were locked onto the image of Seven of Nine and it was taking everything he had to not break down into tears. No, come hell or high water, things were going to be different this time…

AN: Alright, that’s the end of this the first chapter of this new story. Obviously, I’m taking liberties and things may seem a bit choppy – they’ll smooth out with time. *looks and sees the chaos sown in the story* … Normally, this is where I’d say ‘my work here is done’, but instead I’ll go with Reviews, please.
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