Let's see… I do not own Voyager or Wolverine… sad… Oh! Don't kill me for such a long wait to finish this fanfiction…. I got stuck on how to end it… I still don't like it. Not enough violence…

Plus I never got to write about a holodeck excursion with Wolverine reappearing and showing everyone what he is good at. Even though what he does isn't very nice

Anyways, thank you for your patience… ON WITH THE STORY!

Chapter 5

Later within Voyager. The Emergency Medical Hologram has repaired Chakotay's leg, and healed Torres and Kim.

In all the rush to get back to the ship there has been no time for Kes, Chakotay, Paris, Neelix, Kim or B'Elanna to ask Logan about his claws. Just as they were about to ask the speakers went off.

" Bridge to Janeway."

"Go ahead."

"Captain, two Kazon ships are approaching the Array."

" Set a course. I'm on my way." Janeway commanded and headed out.

"We've got to get back to our ship."

The EMH burst in angrily," I strongly advise you to rest. I will not be held responsible for the consequences. Is the crew always this difficult?" He asked of Ensign Kim.

" I don't know, Doc. It's my first mission." He replied cheekily as they all headed out.

"Doesn't anyone know how to turn off the program when they leave?" The program demanded.

Logan chuckled as he heard that from the center of the pack that headed to the transported bay to return to the Maquis ship.

When they arrived they went straight to the bridge and received a message from Voyager.

"Janeway to Chakotay. Tuvok and I are beaming to the Array. Can you hold off the Kazon?

Chakotay answered "I think so, Captain."

Logan grumbled… something about stubborn something or others… but went to his engineering station.

From their stations the Maquis watched as the Voyager were being hit by the vastly larger Kazon ship.

" Their weapons array has been hit. They're in trouble." Growled out Logan.

"Neither of us has enough fire power to stop that ship." Stated Torres.

Chakotay made a decision. " I'm setting a collision course, but the guidance system is disabled. I'll have to pilot the ship manually. Get the crew ready to beam to Voyager. And drop shields for transport. Paris, my crew's coming over. Tell one of your crackerjack Starfleet transporter chiefs to keep a lock on me. I'm going to try and take some heat off your tail."

Paris replied from the Voyager "Acknowledged. But don't for one second think this makes us even, Chakotay. Your life is still mine. Paris out."

"Chakotay you are not dying here. Get out with the rest of the crew to Voyager"

"No this is my ship!"

Logan growled furious. He ripped out his claws and stabbed himself in the chest and then returned his claws with a roar.

Chakotay was startled and almost fell out of his chair.

"I can't die and I know how to pilot the ship, now get out of here!"

Chakotay got up and ran with the others to the transporter room and made it to Voyager.

Torres and Chakotay entered the Bridge of Voyager as a wounded Starfleet is helped out.

Rollins was in the transporter bay trying to hold a lock on the lifeform on the smaller Maquis ship. "I'm holding the lock on him, sir, but he's getting too close."

"I'm getting you out of there, Chakotay." Tom said to the Maquis ship.

"Not yet!" Chakotay said from behind Paris.

"What! If you are here who is flying the ship!" Paris asked. He turned to look at Chakotay and noticed a lot of blood sprayed over his uniform.

"Mr. Chordata is flying that ship. Don't get him out unless he tells you to."

"That's right Bub." Logan replied. He has been listening in since Tom forgot to turn off the comm. "If you get me out of here one second before I am ready I am taking it out of your hide Paris."

The little Maquis ship was taking a beating from the Kazon warship. It was streaming flames. Inside Logan was directing the ship while other stations around him were throwing sparks.

Tom seeing another direct hit from the Kazon worriedly said over the comm"You're breaking up. Stand by to transport."

Logan yelled back "Wait." He is so close to the Kazon he can almost see through the port holes.

Chakotay was frustrated with his engineer. He is not going to leave until he hits. He said he would survive but no…

"Paris transport him over now!" Chakotay yelled a second before the other ship was hit.

A huge blast was seen on the screen and the Kazon ship had fires raging internally everywhere from the impact.

"Did you transport him Ensign Paris?" muttered Chakotay.

"I'm not sure…" he replied. "Paris to Transporter Room two, do you have him?"

"They've got me" came a harsh voice.

"We are talking later Mr. Chordata."

"Will do bub. I'll be up on the bridge in a minute. Keep your shirt on."

Just as relief was spreading through them the Kazon ship hits the Array.

"Voyager, report." Janeway contacted them before they could call to them.

"The Kazon vessel just collided with the array, Captain. Are you all right?" asked Paris.


A few minutes later Logan had reached the bridge and Voyager was still taking weapons fire from the Kazon ships.

Janeway and Tuvok returned.

"Mister Tuvok, ready the tricobalt devices."

" Aye, Captain."

"Open a channel to the Kazon."

Ensign Kim replied, "Channel open."

Jabin came on the viewscreen "Be advised, Captain. I have called for additional ships."

"I'm calling to warn you to move your vessels to a safe distance. I intend to destroy the Array."

"You can't do that!" he screamed.

"I can and I will. End transmission."

"They're increasing fire, Captain. Shields are holding." Kim announced.

"Move us four hundred kilometres from the Array, Mister Paris."

"Yes, ma'am."

"What do you think you're doing?" Torres questioned, "That Array is the only way we have to get back home."

"I'm aware everyone has families and loved ones at homes they want to get back to. So do I. But I'm not willing to trade the lives of the Ocampa for our convenience. We'll have to find another way home."

"What other way home is there? Who is she to be making these decisions for all of us?"

"She's the Captain." Chakotay replied softly but firmly.

"The tricobalt devices are ready" stated Tuvok.

"We're in position" announced Paris.

Janeway looks one last time at the Array on screen and firmly declared "Fire."

Two blue torpedoes sped off and struck the Array. The destruction was complete. There was nothing left when the explosion settled.

Ensign Kims console began to beep. "Captain, the lead Kazon ship is hailing us."

"On screen."

Jabin appeared and stated quietly but firmly "You have made an enemy today" and quickly ended the transmission.

Tuvok kept an eye on the ships. "They are withdrawing, Captain."


"Welcome to the Star Ship Enterprise. My name is Lieutenant Walter Baxter. I shall be showing you to your new quarters. So I suggest you follow me."

With that he turned and walked away crisply. Logan huffed, popped his neck and followed with the rest of the Maquis. After walking for a few minutes the Lieutenant stopped at a couple of doors.

"These rooms have been set aside for your use. Mr. Chordata within the hour Captain Janeway has request that you meet with her. Please use this time to ready yourself for meeting with the captain."

The others quickly chose their rooms and entered. Wolverine growled about the meeting but sauntered up to a door and it whooshed open. His quarters turned out to be a small 12x12 room with a bed, chair, a closet on the left and a small bathroom located on the right.

"Cozy" he grumbled. Wondering what been on he went into the bathroom to "ready himself" to meet with Captain Janeway. Not that he could do much. All of his things had been on the Maquis ship so all he could really do was splash a little water on his face and take a quick nap.

"Computer, wake me up in 30 minutes."

"Affirmative. Alarm set." Droned the female voice.

Thirty minutes later a buzz woke Logan and he growled in frustration and got up out of the bed. He got directions to the meeting room and did some last minute checks. He brushed out the wrinkles out of what was his Maquis uniform, made sure his now unnecessary jammer was completely hidden and walked out of his room. Luckily the meeting room was not far and as he entered he saw the Starfleet Captain sitting at a desk. He stayed standing just within the door.

"Mr. Chordata."


Captain Janeway wasn't sure where to start. Chakotay had told her about what had happened below the surface of the planet. But looking at Logan you couldn't see anything different from him and any other crew member from the Maquis. Well, he had a little rougher exterior but that wasn't something that would say he was non human.

"Are you going to ask me anything lady or are we just gonna sit here staring at eachother?" Logan growled out. He was impatient. He hated sitting around.

"Call me Captain Janeway, Mr. Chordata. I won't tolerate any disrespect on my ship." Logan hmphed in reply, "Chakotay told me about what you did on the surface and I have some questions for you. If the Maquis and Starfleet commands will combine I need to know everything so there is the least amount of strife possible. It will be a long trip back to earth."

"Ask your questions Captain."

"Are you human"

"Sort of."

"What do you mean sort of?"

"I am a mutant."

"That is impossible. The last mutants died out in the 20th century."

"Yeah, that's right. But my mutation is a little different from theirs. I heal. So much so I don't even age. I watched as all my friends died or wasted away after the end of the mutants. For some reason I was left. I am the only mutant left."

"I am so sor.."

"Don't say it! I don't need your pity. Not from you, not from anyone. I got over it a long time ago."

"… well then… there were a lot of different mutations mentioned in the histories… and Chakotay said you had claws… what did he mean by that?"

..Snikt.. six knives burst out of his hands and a little bit of blood leaked out

"Captain these were added as a little experiment by the government."


"Yeah, lots of pain, memory erased and they tried to make me a weapon. Idiots."


"Yeah, pain. I deal with it though. I have adamantium fused to my skeleton so at least I can't break any bones but I have been blown up, stabbed, suffocated, electrocuted, thrown in acid and a lot of other things have happened to me over the years and I am still around. Not to mention that adamantium is highly toxic in large doses. Just like any other heavy metal."

"…" Captain Janeway didn't know what to think. Here is a man who is 370 years her senior at least.

"Captain," Logan scratched the back of his head in confusion." I know it is a lot to take in. Heck, I don't even know how old I am. I have memory flashed from World War 1. Just think of me as a mostly normal engineer with really sharp handy knives that can't be killed…. Maybe I should be on a security team. Those guys in the red shirts seem to die off rather quickly… on wait they changed security to yellow huh…"

"Yes. The security teams are in yellow. They haven't been red in 100 years… Anyways we will discuss the fusion of the two commands and the roles people will have at a later date."

"Yes Captain."

"You are dismissed."

As Wolverine turned to leave Captain Janeway asked one last thing.

"Oh by the way. Did you ever meet Spock?"

"Permission to be frank Captain?"

Worried she nodded.

"That guy was the most uptight hobgoblin I have ever met. He infuriated me with his high horse, stick in the mud, I know better than you attitude. Especially since he was right most of the time. I miss his logical irrationality."

With that he walked out with a smirk, leaving Captain Janeway wondering what the voyage home was going to be like.

Later on the Bridge…

Chakotay, Chordata and Torres are there in Starfleet uniform.

JANEWAY: We're alone in an uncharted part of the galaxy. We have already made some friends here, and some enemies. We have no idea of the dangers we're going to face, but one thing is clear. Both crews are going to have to work together if we're to survive. That's why Commander Chakotay and I have agreed that this should be one crew. A Starfleet crew. And as the only Starfleet vessel assigned to the Delta Quadrant, we'll continue to follow our directive to seek out new worlds and explore space. But our primary goal is clear. Even at maximum speeds, it would take seventy five years to reach the Federation, but I'm not willing to settle for that. There's another entity like the Caretaker out there somewhere who has the ability to get us there a lot faster. We'll be looking for her, and we'll be looking for wormholes, spatial rifts, or new technologies to help us. Somewhere along this journey, we'll find a way back. Mister Paris, set a course for home.

"Aye, Captain."

The End

Sorry but it took me long enough to finish this one… I probably won't finish a sequel unless there are like 100,000,000,000,000 good reviews or something.

I have great ideas. I just can't put them down on paper. My brother can… but he writes stuff for Zelda. His stick is Cimar of Turalis.

Ohhh I had an idea to write about how Harry Potter is a black dog animagus, runs away to America and stays as a dog (much easier and less stressful life as a dog) after he defeats Voldemort and meets the Winchester brothers. Sound good or not? I don't know. We'll see if I write it or not. See ya later.