Author’s Note: This is a first attempt at a crossover fic between Voyager and TNG. Another, you know, what if, scenario I’ve always wondered about. I should note a few things. This can be classified as an alternate timeline or whatever, because there’s a few things different:

- The episodes Basics 1 & 2 never happened, because it sets up for some very interesting things in the future )

- Because of the time, Voyager 5 years in the Delta Quadrant, this should take place about midway between First Contact and Insurrection.

Anyways, hope you enjoy it.

Bethany

The two starships drifted in a nebula, both debilitated. The smaller one got the brunt of it, a half destroyed hull, ability to go to warp speed, or any speed at all, disabled, shields down. The other sleeker starship had a small amount of hull damage, and some of its systems were failing. A slim nacelle of the latter ship was stuck into an adjacent part of the smaller ship. The smaller Starship, called Voyager, was in a panic, while the larger Starship, the Enterprise-E, was wondering what was going on.

“Report,” the captain, Kathryn Janeway called in the bridge of Voyager. The noise of a red alert was adding to the confusion and panic that the entire ship was feeling.

“We have successfully made it back to the Alpha Quadrant,” a man sitting in front of her, one Lieutenant Tom Paris – the “flyboy” always at the navigation controls, commented, looking at his panel. His tone was happy, amidst all the chaos of the ship.

“We can celebrate later,” Kathryn replied, looking around. “Mr Kim, where in the Alpha Quadrant are we?”

Harry Kim stammered, pressing his fingers on his control panel. “We’re in a Type 5 nebula, captain. Our sensors are offline. We did crash into another Federation ship though.”

Janeway’s looks visibly eased. “Which ship?”

“From what we can see of it through the nebula gas, I do not recognize it,” Tuvok, the Vulcan security chief said stiffly, his emotionless voice showing his suppressed emotions.

“It’s been five years, of course we may not recognize it. It does look a lot like a Galaxy class ship, though.”

There was a pause in the voices on the bridge; everyone was trying to think. Janeway’s mind was focused on the near past. Back in the Delta Quadrant - where they were taken to, 70,000 light years away from Earth in the Alpha Quadrant, they had spent five years trying to get home, meeting new species, and uncovering more than their fair share of Borg – they had found a wormhole. Nobody got excited; too many times they had found a wormhole, only to be disappointed where it wouldn’t go where they needed it to go. But they really didn’t have time to scan the wormhole; they were involved in a firefight with a Kazon ship.

“We need to get away! They’re disabling our shields!” Chakotay, her first officer, had yelled over the noise on the bridge.

“How can they know our shield frequencies? Seska’s been dead for years!”

“They don’t,” a third voice, B’Elanna Torres, the half Klingon Engineer Chief came over a commlink, “They just took out our generators!”

“Captain,” Seven of Nine, a former Borg of the Collective chimed in, her voice strangely neutral, “There is a wormhole on short range sensors.”

The Kazon had begun to fire, the ship rocking with every impact from the Kazon weapons. Although technologically inferior, it was almost like they were bypassing Voyager’s shields and directly slicing into their hull.

“A wormhole?” Janeway yelled, gritting her teeth, “This may be our only hope, Chakotay – alter our course! We need to get through it!”

“But we don’t know where it goes!”

“ANYWHERE’S better than here!”

Voyager began to hurtle forward at an even faster speed. The wormhole looked like a small tear in the fabric of space, and that’s it. Everybody inside the ship instinctively grasped onto anything with their life – it would get a bit rocky.

Voyager slammed into the wormhole, disappearing from known time and space. The Kazon ship stopped in its tracks, hovering around the wormhole, not risking the hull integrity of the ship by following them.

Chakotay had tensed, looking out the viewscreen as thousands of light-years were flying past the ship in a matter of milliseconds. The deflectors on the ship were still working, and the hull was still intact he saw as he glanced down at a computer readout.

“Sensors are offline,” Chakotay and Kim chorused together, fear more prominent in Kim’s voice.

“Let’s ride it out…” Janeway had said, rather calmly.

Emerging from the wormhole, Voyager flew into a nebula. The gas shrouded the entire ship, lost in its memory. Janeway rose calmly, looking at the nebula. The ship was still flying at an impulse speed, at least until they could get out of the nebula and ascertain where they were.

“We need to know where we are,” Janeway said pointedly, switching her attention to Tuvok.

“Apparently, ‘here’, captain,” Tuvok replied, twisting his head, “But where ‘here’ is, we do not know.”

Everybody was ejected from their seats as something scraped against the metal of the ship. Sparks flew forth from wall panels and the ship shook uncontrollably.

“What’s that!” more than one person echoed each other, trying to stand up amidst the ship’s condition.

“We just crashed into something! Major hull damage and probable failure on decks 8, 12 and 14!” Kim had roared, trying to compute all of the data given to him.

“Captain?”

Janeway blinked before turning her head to Chakotay with a sheepish grin. “Sorry, got lost in my thoughts.

Captain Jean-Luc Picard was pacing around the bridge of the Enterprise-E. They had decided to explore a nebula before heading on their way to a territorial dispute between two Federation races. Unfortunately, when they started exploring the nebula, their expedition was cut short by something crashing into them. Picard always mused of how the crew of his ship had become politicians rather than explorers. He turned his shiny head around to view his first officer – William Riker, who was over at the engineering controls with chief engineer Geordi LaForge.

“None whatsoever?” he heard Riker mumble, sharing a “look” with LaForge.

“None,” Geordi replied with a sigh, blinking his ocular implants. He pressed a couple of buttons on the panel, watching the text scrolling on the screen. He was blind since birth, and the implants for his eyes allowed him to see many different spectrums of light. “It’ll be a while before we get any back.”

Picard walked up to the pair, “Get what back, Mr LaForge?”

Geordi addressed the captain with a nod, “Any movement power whatsoever. Whoever it was that we crashed into took out our starboard nacelle and destabilized impulse drive.”

“That still remains the question of who,” Picard said, a hint of frustration hiding in his voice.

“We may never find that out,” Riker replied.

The Turbolift opened, and Deanna Troi stepped out. She looked out the viewscreen, before setting a direct path to Jean-Luc.

“Captain,” she began, a hint of an accent in her voice, “The ship that crashed into us is in danger.”

“How do you know?” Picard said, diverting his gaze out to the edge of the broken ship seen in the viewscreen. He noticed that she wavered, and he reached out and touched her neck. “Counsellor, This could be an alien ship…”

“I can sense them, captain. Their fear, their chaos, and yet, happiness. There are mostly humans on the ship…two Vulcans, and two Betazoids. I cannot clearly make out the rest of them. But even in their predicament, they are extremely happy.”

“Extremely happy?” he probed, looking into her deep eyes. She, herself, was a Betazoid, a telepathic and empathic species. “How can they be happy? Seems they are disabled just as badly as we were! I wouldn’t be happy if that were us. I’m not happy that it’s us.” He mumbled, shaking his head.

“I…I don’t know, captain,” Deanna admitted, looking thoughtful. There was a lull on the bridge,

“I believe I know who crashed into us,” a monotone came from the front of the ship. Everybody at the back of the bridge turned around and regarded the silver skinned, golden-eyed android – Lieutenant Commander Data.

Picard nodded, “Go ahead, Mr Data.”

“I believe it is a Intrepid class ship, serial number NCC-74656, according to design and fabrication.” He said, precisely.

“An Intrepid class…? There were only four made…three of them have been decommissioned. The other one…it was lost.”

Riker turned around slowly, “Voyager…what the hell is it doing here!”

Worf, the only full blooded Klingon in the Federation shook his head, “It can’t be Voyager,” he rumbled, “Voyager was declared officially lost over 3 years ago!”

“That may be true, Mr Worf,” Picard said, putting his hand on his chin thoughtfully, “but Voyager and her crew just disappeared – into thin air. Who knows where they could have been?”

“Who knows if they’re alive?” Worf argued heatedly. “If we try to beam over to that ship, there could be aliens that could destroy us!”

Picard only smirked, “Mostly humans and a few Vulcans and Betazoids, as far as we know. If there were aliens trying to destroy us, they would have done with the rest of the crew already.”

“We won’t have to beam over anyways,” Geordi said, looking stunned.

Picard shifted his attention back to Geordi, who was still pressing commands into the engineering panel with his fingers. Geordi looked pointedly at Worf, who looked down at his tactical station in reply. He brought his bigger hands to the panel, before looking up to Picard and nodding. “They are hailing us.”

Picard exhaled slowly, straightening his uniform top in what was commonly known on the Enterprise as The Picard Manoeuvre. He walked down the slope and sat in the captain’s chair, Riker taking his place to the left of him, and Deanna to the right of him.

On Voyager, Janeway was getting impatient. Maybe their comm. Systems were down, or maybe it was a Federation ship taken over by an alien force, like what had happened once before when the Doctor got transferred to a ship taken over by Romulans.

“Any response on the other side, Mr Kim?”

“Affirmative, they have received the hail,” Kim paused, before looking up, black hair flowing by his eyes, “And they are responding.”

“On screen,” Picard said, breathing deeply, on the bridge of the Enterprise.

The viewscreens on both of the ships began flickering, and both captains saw one another. Janeway regarded Picard with a look of relief on her face, Picard to Janeway with a look of severe astonishment.