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NAOMI:
Hmm...

Hmm... There.

Excellent.

You recognized
the complementary
base pair.

Actually, I just found
two pieces that fit together.

You're missing
the point.

I thought the point
was to finish the puzzle.

And learn something
about genetics.

If you really
want to help,

find me a green piece
that looks like Tuvok's ear.

Commander.

At ease. I'm just
passing through.

I apologize

for the condition
of the cargo bay, sir.

I've been
tutoring Naomi.

Looks like you found
a creative approach.

ICHEB:
Thank you, but I'd

appreciate it
if you didn't tell Seven.

I'm supposed
to be writing a paper

on transwarp instability.

Don't worry,
your secret's safe...

as long as you keep mine.

ICHEB:
Sir?

Antarian cider.

Not the replicated stuff.

There are only
a couple of bottles left,

and I don't want
Mr. Neelix getting
his hands on them.

Well, then you should
store them

with the salvaged
Borg components.

Neelix never inventories
those containers.

He says they give him
the creeps.

Officer-level
thinking, Icheb.

Would you mind?

Of course not.

( door chimes )

Come in.

You're late.

Unfortunately,
so's dinner.

Let me guess--
you burned the roast again.

Once, a long time ago,

I called this replicator
a glorified toaster.

It never forgave me.

I didn't realize
replicators held grudges.

What's so funny?

I just left Icheb
and Naomi

assembling a jigsaw
puzzle in the cargo bay.

( chuckling )

Find me the thermal
regulator, please.

How is Icheb?

In a few years, he may
be running the ship.

I don't know about you,

but I'm not ready
to retire just yet.

Janeway to the Bridge.
Report.

That was some kind
of gravimetric surge.

It's overloading
our inertial dampeners.

Source?

That's a good question.

Seven's trying to localize it.

Engineering says the warp core
is destabilizing.

I'd better get down there.

A spatial rift is opening
directly in front of us.

It's emitting high levels
of neutrinos and chronitons.

On screen.

What is it?

KIM:
I don't know.

We're losing
containment.
Everyone out!

( grunting )

Torres to the Transporter Room.

Beam Commander Chakotay
directly to Sick Bay, now!

Welcome back.

Lie still.

( sighs ):
What happened?

You were transported here.

Your body was
in a state of temporal flux.

Temporal flux?

You had the liver
of an 80-year-old man

and the kidneys
of a 12-year-old boy.

Fortunately,
I was able to create

a chroniton-infused serum

that you brought you back
into temporal alignment.

Anywhere else,

that antidote would have
earned me a prestigious award.

Of course, on Voyager,
it's just another day

in the life of an
under-appreciated EMH.

What about the
rest of the crew?

No other casualties?

Not that I'm aware of.

I've tried
calling the Bridge,

but no one answers.

Were we attacked?

I don't think so.

We ran into some
sort of anomaly.

( sighs )

Naturally, no one
thought to inform me.

What do you think
you're doing?

Leaving.

And you're going with me.

I am?

There may be other
injured crewmen.

In case you've forgotten,

I'm a prisoner
of these walls.

Where's your
mobile emitter?

My what?

I'll be back.

Wait.

Tell me about this...
mobile emitter.

Bridge.

Harry...

what's going on?

Sir?

I'm afraid
I don't know you.

Take him into custody.

How did you get aboard
this ship?

Kathryn...

Oh, I didn't realize
we were on a first-name basis.

We should have known

that the Maquis
were involved.

Maquis?

Involved in what?

Just when we're about
to chase your ship

into the Badlands,

our systems start malfunctioning

and you step off the turbolift.

Captain, I know this
may be hard to believe,

but I think I've somehow

been thrown seven years
into Voyager's past.

Really?

Let's try another theory.

You learned Voyager had been
assigned to capture you,

and you managed to get
on board to sabotage her.

Check your sensors.

See if they're showing
any strange temporal readings.

Captain, the environmental
controls are fluctuating.

Take him to the brig.

Halt turbolift.

Engineering.

Seska.

( grunting )

Hold him still.

You didn't really think
I'd hurt you, did you?

How'd you get here?

Don't tell me
that little bump

on your head
gave you amnesia.

It's time you accepted

that I'm in control
of Voyager now.

That was five years ago.

What are you talking about?

Listen, Seska, there's
some kind of temporal anomaly

going on here.

I want to know how many more

of your people
are back on board.

All right, I'll tell you.

I've got a dozen officers
with me.

We've already
locked you out

of every key system.

In less than an hour,

we'll be in control again.

In less than a minute,
you're going to be dead,

if you don't give me
access to those systems.

I'll need to use that console.

Just don't do anything
you'll regret.

Move.

Stop him!

COMPUTER:
Warning. Coolant system breach.

Don't make me kill you.

No.

Scan the perimeter.

Report any anomalous readings.

There's something wrong here.

Whoever you are,
I suggest you surrender.

I'm armed!

It's only me, Doc.

Commander.

Please tell me
what's going on.

If you tell me
the stardate.

49624.

No wonder you didn't know
about the mobile emitter.

You don't get it
for another year.

I don't understand.

I'm not sure
I get it myself,

but the ship seems
to have been fractured somehow.

Fractured?

Different areas seem to exist
in different time periods.

How many of these
"time periods" are there?

I'm not sure.

On the Bridge,
it's before Voyager

even left the Alpha Quadrant.

In Engineering, it's the time

when the Kazon
took over the ship.

Kazon? We've got
to protect ourselves.

Don't worry.
So far, I'm the only one

who can cross
from one zone into another.

That serum you gave me...

it must have
made me immune.

Normal technology won't
pass through the barriers.

Can you replicate

a chroniton-infused
hypospray casing,

using the same principles
you used to make the serum?

I think so. Why?

I have to take
some of it with me.

What for?

If I'm going to put the
ship back together again,

I need help.

Captain.

Where are my officers?

The turbolift passed
through a temporal barrier.

They couldn't get through.

If you're willing
to hear me out,

I can explain...
at least partly.

You mean about your being
from the future?

Your first Starfleet posting
was on the Al-Batani,

where you once knocked out power
to six decks

by misaligning
the positronic relays.

Nice try, but you could
have read that

in the Maquis intelligence file.

How's Molly,

your Irish setter?

You rescued her
from a pound on Taris Seti IV.

She was the runt of the litter,
but you thought she had spunk.

You love music,
but you never learned

to play an instrument--
something you still regret.

How do you know these things?

Because you told me,
about three years from now.

My ready room.

It's a fascinating story,
but as the Ferengi say,

"A good lie is easier to believe
than the truth."

So you're saying
no one on your crew

has encountered
one of these temporal barriers?

My helmsman disappeared

when she tried
to walk down that corridor,

but that doesn't prove
she passed through

a temporal barrier.

If you inject yourself, I can
take you down that corridor

and show you everything
that I've said is true.

Have Mr. Kim run
a full-spectral analysis.

For all I know, this is poison

and Mr. Chakotay is trying
to assassinate me.

She's right.

It's poison,
and I'll use it.

Let her go.

Lower your weapon.

( groaning )

Captain!

Andrews to the Bridge.

I need help here.

Andrews!

He can't hear you.

We've moved into
a different time frame.

Scan the area, but don't
go past that bulkhead.

You want more proof?
It's right down that corridor.

You just have to trust me.

It isn't easy
when you're holding me hostage.

Stay or go--
it's your choice.

Now that I'm inoculated,

I can go anywhere
on the ship I want.

That's right.

Then I suppose I don't
need you anymore.

Without me, you'll be
walking into a future

you know nothing about.

Where are we going?

The Astrometrics Lab.

Voyager doesn't have
an Astrometrics Lab.

Harry designed it--
or will design it.

Harry Kim?

I realize, from
your perspective,

he's new to the job,

but he's going to become
one of our best people.

Deck 8.

"Our" people?

I'm going to be
your First Officer.

Really?

What's the reason we're
going to this, uh, Astrometrics?

It has temporal
sensors that can
help us map the ship

and tell us how many
time frames we're dealing with.

Now you're trying to tell me

Harry Kim invented
temporal sensors?

No. We used Borg technology
for that.

Borg?

It's a long story.

Maybe you better keep it
to yourself.

( sighs )

The Temporal Prime Directive.

The less I know about
the future, the better.

She's got a pulse.

I'm detecting
an active neurogenic field.

This could be the day
the telepathic pitcher plant

put us all into comas.

Or it might be the time
aliens invaded our dreams.

We've got to get them help.

Don't worry.

We managed to get out
of both situations.

Captain?

I'm sorry--

I don't recognize you,
Lieutenant.

It's me-- Naomi Wildman.

How did you...?

Are you Icheb?

Yes.

Something tells me
you weren't expecting us.

No, ma'am.

You both died...

17 years ago.

The Captain and I
haven't risen from the grave.

The ship's been fractured
into different time frames.

37, to be exact.

How did you
calculate that?

We've had 17 years
to upgrade the sensors.

A chronokinetic surge
interacted with the warp core.

It shattered the
space-time continuum
aboard the ship.

The accident that occurred
in your time frame.

The question is:

Can we repair the damage?

If we could get
to a section of the ship

that still exists
in that time period,

maybe we could
counteract the surge,

stop it from happening.

That section was
the focal point
of the surge.

It seems to have been...
obliterated.

It's too bad
Seven's not here.

Seven?

Someone who knows more

about temporal mechanics
than any of us.

Unfortunately, she hasn't
been found, either.

Maybe we can find her
in another time frame.

I have an Ensign
Samantha Wildman on my crew.

My mother.

Naomi was the first
child born on Voyager.

A few years later,
we rescued Icheb
from the Borg.

When I was little,
there was nothing
I wanted more

than to be the
Assistant Captain.

We should get moving.

Commander.

In case you were wondering,

I never told Neelix
where you hid that cider.

So why are we
looking for this...

Seven in the cargo bay?

She spent a lot
of time there.

Working?

Regenerating.

Maybe you'd better
fill me in.

This looks like the time

you forged a temporary
alliance with the Borg.

What's happened
to this vessel?

Captain Janeway...
meet Seven of Nine--

Tertiary Adjunct

of Unimatrix Zero One.

When a Borg cube travels
through a transwarp corridor,

the temporal stresses
are extreme.

To keep the different
sections of the cube
in temporal sync,

we project a chroniton field
throughout the vessel.

How?

Each cube has
specially designed conduits.

If we install similar conduits
throughout this vessel

then generate
a sufficiently
powerful field,

we may be able to
force Voyager back
into temporal sync.

Temporal sync
with what?

The vessel will return
to the moment

of the original
chronokinetic surge.

Since the surge will last
for six to seven seconds,

Commander Chakotay
will have a short time

in which to try to counteract
the warp core reaction.

Even if we could replicate
these conduits,

we'd have no way to get them
through the temporal barriers.

The bio-neural circuitry.

Captain?

It runs through every
section of the ship,

almost like
a nervous system.

If we could inject
the gel packs

with your serum,
we could use them

to transmit
the chroniton field.

The warp core
could be recalibrated

to generate that field.

Work on it.

Chakotay and I will see
about modifying the serum.

Your plan is inefficient.

Why?

There are only two of you.

If I were to assimilate you

into a small Borg collective,

you could then
assimilate others.

The work would proceed
more quickly.

Sorry, but I like
my plan better.

We'll be back.

That was an interesting
experience.

If it makes you
feel any better,

you're going to develop
quite a knack

for dealing
with the Borg.

You mean we're going
to be seeing more of them?

We'll run into them
on a few occasions.

Why do I get the feeling
that's an understatement?

It doesn't seem
like my first command

is shaping up
the way I expected.

"In the middle of the
journey of our life,

"I found myself astray
in a dark wood

where the straight
road had been lost."

I didn't know Dante's Inferno
was on the Maquis reading list.

Actually, I borrowed your copy.

My fiancé gave me that book
as an engagement gift.

I've never lent it to anyone.

Not yet.

Anyway, I agree with Dante.

If you always see
the road ahead of you,

it's not worth the trip.

A soldier and a philosopher.

Your intelligence file
doesn't do you justice.

I've replicated these belts
to resist the effects

of the temporal barriers,
just like the hyposprays.

I didn't realize
you were programmed
to be so versatile.

I wasn't, but when
you are thrown

into the deep end
of the galaxy

and left running
for as long as I've been,

it helps to develop
a few extra subroutines.

How long have you
been running?

Almost three years--

since our original
Doctor was killed.

Killed? How?

In the incident that stranded us
here in the Delta Qua...

Doctor.

The Temporal Prime
Directive-- remember?

Of course.

I'm sorry.

The Delta Quadrant?

Is that what he
was about to say?

Ready?

I'll take the upper decks;
you take the lower.

I don't think splitting up's
a good idea.

We'll get the job done faster.

As your First Officer,

it's my duty to protect you.

I know a lot more about
what's out there than you do,

and we have no way
of communicating

if something goes wrong.

It may take a little longer,
but we should go together.

After you...

Commander.

Can I ask you something?

I started off
with a crew of 153.

I already know
I lost my Doctor.

How many others?

We'll suffer casualties
like any other starship,

but you'll also gain
new crewmen as well.

Like you.

How do you get to be
my First Officer?

Our crews will be
forced to work together

after we get stranded.

In the Delta Quadrant?

How does that happen?

Are you sure
you want to know?

( loud buzzing )

Run!

What the hell was that?

A macrovirus--
they infected the ship

a few years ago.

It sounds like it's going to be

one disaster after another
on this ship.

You once told me
that Starfleet Captains

don't choose their missions,
the missions choose them.

You're going to have
the opportunity to study things

no human has ever seen before.

Including some very large germs.

A monochromatic environment?

It's called black and white.

It's one of Tom Paris'
holodeck programs.

He based it on some old
science fiction serials.

Interesting technology.

Captain Proton's
rocket pack.

Captain Proton?

The savior
of the universe.

Doesn't sound like Mr. Paris'
tastes are very sophisticated.

That's why we love
having him around.

The access port
should be in there.

Here. I think
I found the panel.

Give me a hand.

Halt

in the name
of Chaotica!

Seize them!

Oh, no.

Computer,
deactivate program.

Unable to comply.

Surrender.

Holodeck controls are off-line.

Hold on.

Now, wait a minute.

Seize!
My liege!

Do not resist.

They were
attempting

to rob your laboratory!

Fool!

Don't you recognize

the Queen of the Spider People?

Arachnia... my bride.

I knew you'd return
to me one day...

so I could watch you die.

( sinister chuckling )

( laughing )

( laughter continues )

Raise the lightning shield!

Power the death ray!

Her fleet may
be lurking nearby.

CHAOTICA:
We must defend ourselves.

I'm open to suggestions.

Our best bet is to play along.

Don't let me stop you.

I'm not the one
he's in love with.

CHAOTICA:
Arachnia...

you beguiled me once
with your foul potions.

Did you think you could toy
with my affections again?

Were these characters
always this ridiculous?

If I order Lonzak

to pull that lever,

you'll never mock me again.

Arachnia.

Please, my liege.

I meant it was ridiculous

to think I would
ever try to deceive you.

I've come to warn you

of a fiendish plot.

By aliens from
the Eighth Dimension.

( laughter )

Eighth?

Everyone knows there are only

five dimensions.

If you don't believe us,

examine their handiwork
for yourself.

There's a hidden panel
over there,

behind those rocks.

Very well.

I'll humor you.

Lonzak!

I've found it, Highness!

They've sabotaged
my laboratory.

JANEWAY:
That vial
you're holding--

it's a neutralizing potion.

If you inject their device,

you'll render it harmless.

Release me,

and I'll disarm
all their devices...

throughout your realm.

Oh, Arachnia.

You do love me.

How could I resist

your... magnetism?

Or I, yours.

Together, we'll rule the cosmos

and grind our enemies into dust.

If we restore
the timeline,

remind me to
cancel Mr. Paris'
holodeck privileges.

What the hell's going on?

And what are you
doing in that uniform?

It's a little
complicated.

I'm not going anywhere.

Voyager's had an encounter
with an anomaly.

It's fractured the ship
into different time periods.

We're trying to undo the damage,

but we need access
to that panel.

First, she destroys our only
way out of the Delta Quadrant,

and now you're collaborating
with her?

Try to understand.

I'm from a time period
in your future

when all of us
will be working together.

That's pretty hard to believe.

B'Elanna,
I've never lied

to you before,
and I'm not lying now.

That woman blamed me
for stranding Voyager

in the Delta Quadrant.

She was angry.

But was she right?

You had good reasons
for doing what you did.

What reasons?

You were trying
to save lives.

Whose?

An alien culture,
the Ocampans.

In other words, I'm going
to choose to help strangers

at the expense
of our own people.

It's not like you
to second-guess yourself.

In this case,

I'm second-guessing a decision
I haven't made yet.

Keep dispensing the netrazine
until we run out,

then switch to the analeptics.

Yes, Lieutenant.

How did you
get in here?

There isn't
time to explain.

What happened
to these people?

Radiation poisoning.

The EPS relays overloaded
when we ran into the anomaly.

We need the Doctor
and medical supplies,

or we're going to have
a lot more casualties.

I'm afraid that isn't
possible right now.

Do the best you can.

( sighs ):
Yes, sir.

There's an access
panel in the galley.

Coffee, black.

How do you know
how I like my coffee?

Well, you haven't changed

your standing order
in seven years.

Thanks, it's just what I needed.

Don't worry, Captain.

You'll get us out of this.

You always do.

All done here.

TUVOK:
Captain.

Tuvok?

I am pleased you are here.

I didn't think

I would see you again.

( gasping )

I want you to know,

it has been an honor
to serve with you...

and to be your friend.

Mr. Paris!

Live long and prosper.

( tricorder beeping )

( steady tone sounds )

Deck 11.

I can't let this happen,
not again.

What are you talking about?

Voyager getting stranded,
all these deaths

this entire future--
it's my fault.

I've got to do something
to change it.

What do you
have in mind?

Maybe we can find a way to
modify Seven of Nine's plan.

Put Voyager into temporal sync

with my time frame.
Captain...

Now that I know
what's going to happen,

I could avoid getting trapped
in the Delta Quadrant

in the first place.

Halt turbolift.

Seven's plan is
dangerous enough.

Trying to alter it
is too risky.

It's worth the risk.

If Seven's idea works,

Tuvok and those other crewmen
will be fine.

They'll still be stuck
in the Delta Quadrant.

If a temporal anomaly
doesn't kill them,

something else will-- the Borg,

telepathic pitcher plants,
macroviruses.

The Delta Quadrant
is a death trap.

What about
the Temporal Prime Directive?

To hell with it.

With all due respect,
it's a little presumptuous

to think you have the right
to change everyone's future.

From what I've seen,
they'll thank me.

All you've seen
are bits and pieces.

You're not getting
the whole picture.

Really?

Just what am I missing?

It's not what, it's who.

People like Seven of Nine,
a Borg drone

who'll become a member
of this crew

after you help her
recover her humanity.

Or Tom Paris,
a former convict

who'll be our pilot, chief medic

and a husband
to B'Elanna Torres.

That angry woman I just met?

She's going to be
your Chief Engineer.

Two crews, Maquis and Starfleet,
are going to become one,

and they'll make as big
a mark on the Delta Quadrant

as it'll make on them,

by protecting people
like the Ocampans,

curing diseases,
encouraging peace.

Children like
Naomi and Icheb

are going to grow up on
this ship and call it home.

And we'll all be
following a Captain

who sets a course for Earth

and never stops believing
that we'll get there.

Are you going to be
lecturing me like this

for the next seven years?

Don't worry, you'll always
get the last word.

In that case,
let's get back to work.

So, who is this Seska?

She was a member of my crew

who turned out to
be a Cardassian spy.

She made an alliance
with the Kazon

and took over the ship.

It's all right,
we got it back.

Sounds like she's
not going to be

as cooperative
as the others.

I suggest we take a page
out of your rule book.

We try diplomacy.

Fine, but the next page
in that book says

that when diplomacy fails,
we need a backup plan.

Something tells me
you already have one.

We've already injected
the gel packs

in the other time frames.

That just leaves the ones here.

It's in both our
interests to work together.

I agree.

Let him go.

You believe him?

His story is too
preposterous to be a lie.

I'll admit, it's an
ingenious solution.

I'm glad you're cooperating.

Oh, I believe in cooperation,
as long as it benefits me.

You know,

it's true what they say.

What's that?

Men just get more distinguished
as they get older.

A few lines here,
a little gray there.

It adds character.

Too bad their minds start to go.

The last time you were here,
you had that nasty head injury

and you mumbled
something about

my taking over the
ship five years ago.

If that's true,

then you're from
a future time frame,

which means that at some point

your crew is going
to regain control of Voyager.

I can't allow that to happen.

Step away from
the console.

An ingenious plan.

It just needs
a slight modification.

What are you doing?

Recalibrating your pulse
to bring the ship

into temporal sync
with my time frame.

That's not possible.

When will you learn
to stop underestimating me?

If you make even the
slightest miscalculation,

you'll destroy the ship
and kill everyone.

What other choice do I have?

If I can get Voyager
into my own time frame,

then I'll be able to ensure
that you never retake the ship.

Don't worry.

I won't hurt you.

You can start fresh with me.

Sorry.

That's not the future
I have in mind.

In that case...

Good-bye, Chakotay.

It's too dangerous.

There are too many variables.

SESKA:
You're not pleading for your...

Do it.

CHAKOTAY:
I'm telling you,

you're endangering
your own life.

SESKA:
I'm touched by your concern.

Stop.

Put down your weapons.

Don't listen to her.

Your faithful First Officer

isn't going
to let you die.

Are you?

Very clever,
Chakotay--

inoculating them
with your serum.

Well, now it's time
to inoculate my people,

so we can have access
to the rest of the ship.

I won't do that.

Then you just
lost your Captain.

CHAKOTAY:
Now drop
your weapons.

Thanks.

Seska and the Kazon

are secure in the
Jefferies tube.

The last gel packs?

They're ready.

The rest of us should
return to our sections.

After Chakotay initiates
the warp pulse,

he should find himself
back at the moment

Voyager encountered
the chronokinetic surge.

He's only going to have
a few seconds

to reset the deflector polarity.

If the timeline is restored,

the rest of us should have no
memory of what's happened here.

So I'd like to thank you now

for putting
your doubts aside

and helping me put mine aside
as well.

Good luck to each of you.

Mind if I ask you
one last question?

Will I have to break

the Temporal Prime
Directive to answer it?

Maybe... just a little.

For two people who
started off as enemies,

it seems we get to know
each other pretty well.

So I've been
wondering...

just how close do we get?

Let's just say

there are some barriers
we never cross.

See you in the future.

Ensign?

Chakotay should be
initiating the pulse

in ten seconds.

Five, four,
three, two...

Reroute main power
to the deflector

and set the polarity

to the frequency
I'm inputting.

Why?

Have you ever heard
of a lightning rod?

In about three seconds,
we're going to need one.

What is it?

I don't know.

Main power's being
rerouted

to the deflector dish.

Who gave that order?

Damage?

The deflector's
been burned out,

but we're okay.

Do you mind telling me

why B'Elanna burned out
the deflector dish?

Actually, I ordered her
to do it.

JANEWAY:
Why?

Trust me, it was better
than the alternative.

Which was what, exactly?

I can't tell you.

Why not?

The Temporal Prime Directive.

B'Elanna's already
got a team

working on repairs.

What do you say
we finish our dinner?

Forget particle
fountains

and subspace
inversions.

There isn't
an anomaly scarier

than a thunderstorm
on the plains,

especially when
you're six years old.

I remember watching
a bolt of lightning

split an oak tree in
my grandfather's yard.

I'd climbed it just
a few hours before.

Good timing.

So what would
have happened

if you hadn't turned
our deflector dish

into a lightning rod?

We've been down
this road before.

Have we?

You wanting answers to questions
you shouldn't ask.

But something did happen...

outside the normal
space-time continuum.

It's strange

thinking there's a piece
of your life

you don't know anything about.

Sounds a lot like the future.

Any predictions?

Only that in a few minutes,
this bottle will be empty.

Then maybe you should go
to the cargo bay

and grab another one.

How do you know
that's where I keep it?

Oh, I can't tell you.

Why not?

Temporal Prime Directive.