SUMMARY: I admit it, I've fallen into the realm of irreverent. Here's what happened to the Voyager crew ten years in the future.

CODES: VOY, P/T

RATING: PG13

DISCLAIMER: After what they tried to pull in "Endgame," Paramount can forget getting any more respect from this corner.

NOTES: Don't ask.

"This is What You Get When You Mess With the Timeline"
by Liz VanZandt

"Hey! Cut it out you three!" B'Elanna Torres looked up at her husband with tired eyes. "Tom, do something about your children before they destroy something."

"Miral, stop chasing your brothers and sister around!" Tom Paris called, running a hand over his rapidly receding hairline. "Did you ever get the feeling of being old?" he asked, turning back to his wife of eleven years.

"Uh oh," she grinned. "Who did you see now? Harry?"

"You mean the eternal ensign?" Tom chuckled, referring to their friend who was absent from the Voyager reunion, his ship still out on deployment. "No, worse -- Seven. Turns out she's become quite the sex symbol."

"That's no big surprise."

"I'm not kidding," he replied seriously. "Somehow she got talked into modeling and is now on the cover of just about every periodical there is. And she gets paid some serious latinum for it too."

"I always knew that body of hers had to be good for something."

"B'El!"

"I'm kidding," she replied. "Hey, have you talked with the Captain at all?"

"No, I haven't had a chance yet," Tom shook his head. "What's new with her?"

"Believe it or not, but she went and got married without telling anyone," B'Elanna reported.

"No way."

"I'm serious. He's a politician, I think she said. From ... Indiana or Ohio ... or something like that."

"Wow," he was still in shock. "I'd never have believed it."

"Yeah, me neither," she nodded. "Tuvok's exactly the same as always, though."

"Nice to know some things never change," Tom smiled.

"Mr. Paris! Ms. Torres!"

The couple turned to see the EMH making his way through the crowd toward them, a voluptuous blonde woman on his arm. "Doc," Tom smiled hello. "How is life treating you?"

"Very well, Mr. Paris," the hologram smiled. "In fact, I'd like you to meet my wife, Lily. Darling, this is Tom Paris, Voyager's pilot, and his wife B'Elanna Torres, Voyager's engineer."

"Nice to meet you," B'Elanna greeted, warning her mischievous husband with a look not to say anything. "So what have you been doing, Doc? You've practically dropped out of sight."

The Doctor harrumphed. "Obviously the two of you have no culture. I am currently producing, directing and starring in a one-man musical that I wrote. It's received critical acclaim and rave reviews during its tour, and we'll be opening on Broadway next month."

"Really?" Tom looked both surprised and chastised. "Well, Doc, congratulations."

"Thank you. I don't suppose you've seen Commander Chakotay around at all?" the hologram questioned. "I have a question I wished to ask him."

"You know, now that you mention it," Tom replied, looking around, "I haven't. Have you, B'El?"

She shook her head. "The last I heard of Chakotay, he'd had his pilot's license revoked for too many incidents. After that, I have no idea what happened to him."

"Well, I'll see if Seven or the Captain has heard from him," the Doctor said. "It was good to see you."

"Same here, Doc."

Behind the group, a tall dark-haired man went unnoticed by everyone in the room, wondering what it would take for anyone from his former crew to recognize him.

The End

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