TITLE: Game, Set and Match
AUTHOR: Siege (firstname.lastname@example.org)
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DISCLAIMER: All things BtVS related belong to Joss Wheadon and M.E. Star trek and all that belong to someone else, not me. Big Sigh.
DEDICATION: To Vincent, my son. May Gene Roddenberry’s vision come true so that you may see humanity the way it could be.
SUMMARY: Part 8 Of the Prometheus-Verse. It's time for Voyager to get home.
FEEDBACK: All Feedback is gratefully received and I listen, please check the wall, available at the URL above, because I add those who send me feedback there as a thank you.
KEYWORDS: BtVS, Star Trek TNG, Voyager, DS9
DATE: Begun (12/04/2004), Ended ()
WORD COUNT: circa. 25,000+
BETA READ: None at present. Posting live.
WARNINGS: Spoiler's from End Game, The VOY Series Finale.
Part two of Track II.
This fairly short story revolves around the events of Voyager: End Game Part's one and two. Don't, however, think for one minute that I won't be changing a few things :-).
Sorry this has taken so long to unfold, there was a lot to sort out with it, and my muse wandered off to work on other things for a while. I don't know how fast this is all going to come out, but I happen to know that Milli loves virtual chocolate, not dark though it puts her in a weird mood. (Thanks to Djhardim for helping me to find that one out.) However, the is one thing that Milli likes even more than virtual chocolate and that's feedback. So who knows, the more that's sent, the more she might want to work on the Prometheus-Verse??!?!?
Xander slipped into the lab silently, his eyes and mouth smiling as he spied Jo, hunched over a console inspecting something and tapping furiously on a data PADD. He'd found a little time to himself before he was due to play his part in the plan that they had come up with, they being both Janeway's and he. Normally Janeway would've wanted her command crew there, but they had then been briefed, without the distraction of him and his new status around and had agreed fully with the plan.
There had of course been some confusion about how and why Xander was involved, but that was only to be expected.
So, he had come down to check up on his no show date, from the other night.
"Jo" he called out, somehow his voice doing what no others ever had and jolting her concentration and causing her to turn around and face him.
She beamed at him with a happy smile, "Xander! How nice of you to visit me down here." she said then frowned as her stomach growled at her. 'It's been a while since I ate' she realised.
"Well, I kinda had to. To, you know, check you were still alive!" Xander said with a smile.
"Oh god, how long was I gone this time" she said, "Did I miss our date?"
Xander chuckled and walked over to her, kissing her on the head, "Don't worry about it."
Jo blushed furiously, "Oh god, I'm SO sorry!"
Xander just smiled at her, "Tell you what, when I get back, you can make it up to me. How does that sound?"
"That sounds great, thanks for being so understanding, most guys don't get it." Jo said with a happy smile. Then she stopped, "Get back, we're not home already are we?"
Xander laughed out loud and shook his head, "Not yet, but with any luck, this time tomorrow, I'll be kissing you under the Terran sun."
"Kissing?" Jo asked with a sexy smile, "I like the sound of that. So, where are you going?"
"Just into the central nexus of a Borg Transwarp Conduit. Nothing to worry about." Xander said with a smirk.
Jo looked at him for a long time then laughed, "Okay fine, if you didn't want to tell me I understand." she paused looking at him intently, "Will seven be going with you to wherever this place is?"
Xander moved in a little closer to her, "Why, jealous?" he asked, his breath tickling her ear.
"Maybe; just a little" Jo admitted with thumb and fore finger about an inch apart.
"Don't be, me and Seven are just friends." Xander said, his emotions cloaked and utterly hidden with the ease of long practise.
Jo beamed at him again, "So solo trip then?"
"No, I'll have Admiral Janeway with me." he told her.
Jo laughed, "no, it's Captain Janeway."
Xander chuckled shaking his head and dragged her over to an LCAR's Panel, pulling up the ships logs he kissed her on the cheek, "Catch up while I'm gone, see you soon Jo"
"Hey" she said with a smirk tossed over her shoulder, "That's Lieutenant Andrew's to you... Civilian!"
Xander laughed again and pointed to his collar. "Read the pips baby" he said sauntering off down the corridor still smiling. Leaving a confused Jo smiling bemusedly after him.
Xander then walked around the ship, purpose in his every step as he made his way to the main shuttle bay. He had a date with an admiral and he didn't want to be late.
"We're approaching the nebula now Captain" Tuvok intoned gravely.
Janeway nodded, the entire bridge was humming with anticipation. "You're a go" she said hitting a switch on the arm of her command chair.
"Clearing now" Admiral Janeway said.
"Come back to us safely Admiral. I don't want to have to save my own hide." Janeway said with a slight grin.
There was a masculine snort of amusement on the other end of the line. Seven, who was at an science station suddenly perked up. Janeway softly cursed, realising that the one part of the plan they had left out was now in the open.
"Xander?" Seven said curiously.
Xander heard her voice over the Comms and smirked at the Admiral unrepentantly, "What it was funny" came clearly over the Comms as well as Janeway's own distinctive chuckle.
"Good hunting" Janeway the younger said, terminating the Comms, before she got into further trouble with her command crew.
Chakotay looked at her expectantly as Seven turned in her chair to look at her with a brow raised inquisitively. Janeway sighed, "My Future self wanted Lieutenant Harris along for his somewhat unique skills."
The shuttle, that had flown out in front of them suddenly looped 360 and streaked back at them, on a direct collision course. Tom's hand moved to the console just as the pilot of the shuttle suddenly veered off, using Voyager's own sensor echo to shadow it into the nebula.
"Who ever is flying that shuttle is insane" Tom commented with a slight grin.
Janeway snorted softly, her chuckle making itself known. "That he is Tom, that he is."
Tom looked over his shoulder with a smile, "Xander" he said with certainty. "I thought I recognised the style. He's been cheating and practising I think."
The bridge chortled slightly, slewing off some tense energy as it did so. Janeway allowed herself a smile and then a deep breath before getting back to business. "Deploy Ablative Armour. We're going in."
Seven's hands danced across her console and suddenly Voyager was encased in a cocoon of armour plating rated to handle even Borg cutting Phasers.
Then the now somewhat armadillo looking spacecraft slipped into the nebula.
The small shuttle rocked to the side as another near miss sent them sprawling away on thrusters. Xander's reactions saving them again. Even Janeway's neural interface would have had trouble keeping up with the tricky flying they were currently undergoing. Her original plan had the Voyager running straight for the correct aperture and then running home at full speed. As plans went it was simple and direct and totally useless as soon as she came to the actual ship herself.
Voyager was just not fast enough, not to mention that as her younger counterpoint had pointed out. They could deal a heavy blow to the Borg themselves. This plan was much more dangerous, even counting for speed. Luckily, they had a few tricks up their sleeves. Xander and his skills as a pilot being only one of them.
Xander seemed to be following her train of thought as he suddenly asked, "Why didn't you tell the captain about my Watch?" he asked, his eyes still fixed on sensor's.
Janeway, Admiral of some years, just smiled. Xander glanced at her and smiled himself. "I see" he said, "Don't trust yourself?"
"Oh, I do totally, but I also know me quite well. The desire to pull it apart and see how it worked would've got the better of me eventually." The admiral said with a laugh in her voice, "It's better this way, a surprise."
Xander chuckled and accelerated between two Borg cubes that flew together behind him, locking into place. "They're scrambling, I think they've detected the Voyager."
"I'm sure they have." Janeway said with a smart nod, "But the armour will hold up."
"I hope you're right, there is a lot of precious cargo on that ship" Xander told her twisting the shuttle on it's axis and upwards to move out of a tactical cube's way, looking at the armour plating shining dully with the nebula's light.
Janeway looked at her young friend, for that is what he was, and smiled fondly before turning back to the mission at hand. "Here goes" she said as they entered the Conduit and it's surrounding area.
"Scans indicate she should be there" Janeway said pointing to a jutting out area of the Borg space station.
Xander paused and looked at the admiral, "You're holding out on me still aren't you?"
"About the future?" Janeway asked with false innocence.
Xander piloted the shuttle craft with frightening ease to come to a full stop outside what was most likely to be the Borg queens chamber. "I'm coming with you." he stated flatly.
"That's not the plan. You were only to get me here, you're a better pilot than I am, you're supposed to wait here for me."
"I know" Xander said his voice hard and eyes intense.
Janeway smiled and nodded, "Very well" she said. Xander nodded curtly at her and stood.
Janeway waited for him to walk past her towards the transporter console and then jabbed something into his leg.
His eyes spat fire at her, "You cheating B...." he slumped to the floor mid sentence.
Admiral Janeway walked out of the shadows, "I don't know how you do it. All those voices talking at once. You must get terrible headaches."
The Borg queen suddenly tilted her head to the side, "If you're calling drones to assimilate me, don't bother."
The Borg Queen glared at her, "I don't need drones to assimilate you."
"I'm not actually here, your majesty." Janeway said with an evil smirk, "I'm in your mind. I'm using a synaptic interface. If I were you, I wouldn't waste my time trying to trace the signal. For the moment, it's beyond your abilities."
"What do you want?"
"To make a deal. Captain Janeway thinks I'm here to help her destroy your
"That's beyond your abilities." The queen cut in with a superior smile.
"I know that and I tried to explain it to my naive younger self but she wouldn't listen. She's determined to bring down that hub."
"Yes." Janeway said looking the Borg queen directly in the eye, "But she has weapons that I brought from the future. I believe you're familiar with them."
"Transphasic torpedoes. We will adapt." The queen of the Borg told her with a sneer.
"Eventually but not before Voyager does a great deal of damage. I'm willing to tell you how to adapt to those weapons now. In exchange..."
"To send a cube to tractor Voyager... And drag them back to the alpha quadrant." Janeway said with finality.
B'Elanna Torres growled, grabbing the doctor by the front of his tunic, "Oh, if you tell me to relax one more time I'm going to rip your holographic head off!"
The Doctor smiled "I hope you don't intend to kiss your baby with that mouth."
B'Elanna yowled in pain as another contraction hit her.
"Tell me this isn't another false alarm." Tom asked his hair wild, he had been called down from the bridge for this as they breached the outer nebula and bided their time.
"This isn't another false alarm." The EMH confirmed.
"I can't believe it." Tom said with a smile.
"Oh, believe it!" B'Ellana growled at him.
"I might actually win." Tom said with a silly grin.
"The baby pool. I picked today, 1500 hours."
B'Elanna Torres, half Klingon and engineer growled at her husband, "I'm so glad I could accommodate you."
The Doctor smirked, "Don't celebrate yet. Klingon labour sometimes lasts several days."
B'Ellana let out a blood curdling growl crossed with a yell of contraction pain.
"Of course I'm sure that won't be the case here." The Doctor quickly added.
"You're asking me to believe that the incorruptible Kathryn Janeway would betray her own crew?"
"Not betray them." Janeway told her, "Save them from themselves. I brought technology to help Voyager get home. But the Captain's arrogant... Self-righteous." she let out a sigh of annoyance, "And her officers are so blinded by loyalty that they're prepared to sacrifice their lives just to deal a crippling blow to the Borg."
"But you'd never try to harm us." The Borg queen said sarcastically
"I've become a pragmatist in my old age. All I want is to get that crew back to their families."
"You wish to ensure the well-being of your collective. I can appreciate that. I'll help you." she smiled like a shark about to bite, "But it'll cost more than you're offering."
"What do you want?" Janeway asked.
"Your vessel and its database."
"I told you, I'll show you how to adapt to their torpedoes."
"If I let you assimilate technology from the future there's no telling how events would be altered."
"You're willing to alter the future by getting Voyager home now."
"Oh, yes, but there's a difference."
"Do what all good pragmatists do, admiral." The Borg queen said seductively, "Compromise."
Admiral Janeway sighed, "All right. I'll give you the shuttle... After Voyager arrives safely in the alpha quadrant."
"You've already lied to your younger self. How do I know you're not lying to me?"
"I guess you'll just have to trust me."
"That won't be necessary." The Queen said with a sharp smile. "You underestimate me, admiral. While we've been talking my drones have triangulated your signal."
Janeway opened her eyes, back in the shuttle a softly snoring Xander sat up in her old chair as she was sat in the pilots seat, "Computer, deactivate the interface."
She tapped a control, "Deploy armor." she managed just before the Borg transported whisked her away.
The Borg Queen walked around her, "Very clever. Hiding right on my doorstep. Were you planning to attack us from inside the unicomplex?" she asked as her projective Nanite tubules struck out into Janeway's neck.
"Not feeling talkative?" The Borg queen asked.
Janeway moaned as the nanites got to work on her.
"You and I don't need words to understand each other." she said resting her head on Janeway's shoulder.
'Move it Xander' Janeway thought to herself, or so she thought, but the Borg Queen stiffened at her side.
"You brought a friend?" she asked. Her mind reaching out and looking at the small shuttle curiously.
A tractor beam reached out for the shuttle craft, even as a thousand voices all sang at once to the queen of the Borg. "Voyager has entered aperture 823. Access Transwarp corridor zero-nine. Redirect vessels to intercept... Nine! New corridor, nine. Voyager... Zero... Nine... Transwarp ... Intercept..."
Janeway's head lolled round and fixed the Borg Queen with a gimlet glare, "Must be something you assimilated."
Xander awoke, almost instantly from his enforced snooze, his eyes glared around him and found no sign of the Admiral and he had a nagging feeling of impending doom. He noticed that the armour was deployed and that a message icon was flashing on the main LCAR's panel.
Xander reached out and tapped the icon, his jaw setting as he read the message. Then his finger's flew over the controls searching for the Admiral, finding her he quickly triggered a transport even as the outer armour plating was licked by the tractor beam before it was cut off by the chaos happening in the Unicomplex.
The Borg Queen glared at the weakening Admiral, "What have you done?"
"I thought we didn't need words to understand each other."
"You've infected us... With an neurolytic pathogen." she said her eyes unfocused as she reached throughout the collective.
"Just enough..." Janeway said, as a tingle started around her, "To bring chaos to order." she said as it was stopped by a localised force field. Her last words, and a befitting epitaph for a woman such as she.
Xander looked at his console with anger in the depths of his dark brown eyes and with a set expression, he ran his hand in a circular pattern around the dial of the steering program sending the shuttle into a flat spin and then making a break for freedom.
The Borg Queen reached down and grabbed the dead Admiral's face between her hands, "You may be dead, but I can still feel sphere six-three-four" she said triumphantly even as she commanded the sphere to chase after Voyager. "But Captain Janeway will die, and nothing you have done here today will matter" she said as the complex started to come apart at the seams.
"Admiral Janeway have done it Captain, the Transwarp conduit is destabilising."
"We're still ahead of the shock wave" Paris said, he had been called to duty the moment they had reached the Unicomplex. He now had more to live for than ever and had flown his ass off to make sure they were safe.
"What about Lieutenant Harris" Janeway asked, actually sitting on the edge of her seat. As she looked back at Harry Kim.
Harry consulted his board for a moment then frowned and shook his head. "However, I am reading a Borg sphere. It's coming right at us."
"Damn" Janeway cursed and started to do what she did best. She thought on her feet.
The sphere, small by Borg standards but still five times Voyager's size approached the USS Voyager, it's maw opening as it slammed the smaller craft with high power phaser's. The Ablative armour wasn't designed for use in a Transwarp conduit and was starting to show the first shaking's of coming apart.
Just as a shot managed to pierce the outer plating the Sphere stopped firing shuddering as it was strafed in a circular run that ran around it's entire circumference a small sleek vessel was doing the firing, it's colours the well known colours of the fleet. It's pilot one Xander Harris. He'd dropped the cloak, and the armour to take on the large sphere, knowing that he didn't really have a chance, even with the advanced weaponry he had at his disposal.
On board the USS Voyager, Captain Kathryn Janeway's eyes widened as she watched the proof of her counterpart's claims as Xander ran rings around the large sphere. His phaser shots surgical and torpedo's hitting the mark every time.
It was rather like watching a fly attack a seagull, but this fly had teeth.
"He's nuts" Paris commented in shock as the shuttle came to a dead stop and then looped up around and then down, diving straight into the beast's mouth.
"Coming up on the release aperture now" Seven said, keeping her focus on her display and not watching the human she was possibly the closest to fighting for his and their lives.
"Come on Xander," she heard Paris say his eyes focused on his display panel, the ship's course already laid in. She agreed with him wholeheartedly.
"Cap....out repeat... beam...." Xander's voice crackled over the Comms. Janeway reacted instantly, tracking his signal she initiated transport.
Suddenly the Sphere seemed to fold in on it's self, imploding and shrinking as the force's around it suddenly increased out of proportion to those within it. Then an explosion rocked it, shaking it like a child's toy. The Sphere then erupted into fire.
The Transwarp spat them out into normal start light, straight into the business end of fifty phaser banks. Janeway was almost tempted to raise a white flag but they were being hailed. Then from behind them the Conduit opened again, burping out a torrent of flame that had been a Borg Sphere.
"Voyager?" a voice asked in shock, "This is Admiral Paris calling the USS Voyager."
"Hello Admiral, it's good to see you" Janeway said.
"Likewise, please come about and follow us to space dock, I'll beam over in a few moments." the admiral said his voice full of surprised happiness.
"EMH to Paris"
Tom tapped his comm badge instantly as the deck held their breath.
"Congratulations, it's a girl" The doctor managed to say over the loud piping cry of a new born baby.
Paris nearly split his face in two with the smile.
Just then the turbo-lift doors swished open, revealing a bloodied Xander limping slightly as he walked out of it's confines. "Congratulations" he said with a lopsided grin, "I just caught that when I walked in."
Tom positively beamed at him.
Janeway, Captain Janeway at least, caught his eye. He saw her unspoken question and shook his head, just slightly. Janeway looked a little sad but nodded, she had known that her double was going to pull something, she wasn't sure what or when. Now she had her answer.
Xander limped a little further on to the bridge and leaned back against the wall with a slow smile starting to spread across his face as he watched several cruiser and above craft swam around them in a flotilla of honour.
"Goodbye Heartache, Hello Hellmouth" he commented with wry humour.