Title: Temporal Q and the Roswell Greys
Summary: Voyager gets home, or so they think. Stargate SG-1/Star Trek Voyager Crossover
A/N: This occurs sometime mid-season 7 in Voyager (Before Human Error) and the end of Season 4 in Stargate, and, as becomes apparent, both are happily AU.
Disclaimer: I own nothing but the plot, and if Paramount and whoever the lucky sons-of-guns are who own Stargate want it, they're welcome to it.
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"Shields down to twenty percent!"
"Warp drive is offline!"
"Phaser bank two has taken damage."
The ship rocked with another explosion.
"Shields down to twelve percent and falling!"
Captain Kathryn Janeway of the Federation starship Voyager was standing in the smoking ruins of her once-pristine bridge, fuming. These aliens were closer to beating them than almost any enemy before, and they hadn't even identified themselves! She was not just going to stand there and take it!
"Target their weapons, full spread of photon torpedoes on my mark"
Hands flew over the consoles.
"Mark!"
The entire bridge watched tensely as the tiny points of light sped towards the opposing ship, waited while they burst harmlessly against the other's shields.
"No effect," Tuvok intoned needlessly. "They are powering weapons."
"Tom, evasive maneuvers."
"Aye Captain."
As the ship rolled and dipped, the crew braced themselves, anticipating the impact of weapons fire. A blindingly white light beam lashed out from the alien ship, streaking towards them at breakneck speed. The Captain closed her eyes as she waited for the final hit and…
Nothing.
She cracked her eyes open and gasped. No enemy ships, no bright alien weapons, not even a suspicious clump of space debris.
As the bridge crew gawked, she barked out orders to cover her own surprise. "Harry, scan for the ships and any anomalies that may have caused this. Try to figure out where we ended up. Tuvok," she said, turning to face him, "What is the status of the rest of the ship?"
"Shields are stable at twelve percent efficiency. There are hull breaches on decks seven, nine, and twelve. Engineering is reporting a large power surge right before the 'transport'. It has fused several relays and disabled the impulse drive."
The Captain snorted angrily. "Janeway to Torres," she snapped, slapping her combadge.
"Torres here." The strained voice of the chief engineer came over the comm system, laced with static.
"How long until impulse engines are back online?"
"We're replacing the relays as fast as we can, but it will still be at least a half an hour until they're operable, and even then I don't think they'll be good for much until we can repair the warp core."
"All right, contact me when the engines are ready. Janeway out."
Suddenly, Harry made a strangled noise and turned a curious shade of purple. Janeway started over to him, wondering if they had encountered some form of alien disease (and truth be told, Harry would be the one to catch it first) when he choked out a word that stopped her cold.
"Earth."
"What?" Tom's incredulous exclamation echoed the Captain's thoughts, though unwittingly.
Tuvok answered for the tongue-tied ensign, "We appear to be in Sector 001 of the Alpha Quadrant, approximately 1.4 lightyears from the planet Earth."
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The shocked silence on the bridge was broken only by Tom's quiet, creative swearing at the helm.
Janeway felt faint, disbelieving, after all these years, they could have finally gotten home. The Sol system, Earth, the Alpha Quadrant, back to their friends and family. After believing it was impossible for so long, had the unattainable been given to them? She didn't notice the hands that were holding her up until she turned and looked into the kind brown eyes of the Commander.
"Are you all right, Kathryn?" He asked, genuinely concerned for her.
What a question she thought dryly. "Yeah, I guess it's just a bit of a shock," she answered, feeling strangely detached from her mouth as it replied.
"Engineering to the Bridge." B'Elanna's voice broke the tension on the command deck.
"Bridge here. What is it, B'Elanna?" Janeway answered, quelling the clamor from the bridge crew.
"We have the impulse engines back on-line, and we've started repairs on the warp core. It should be able to sustain warp 3 in a matter of hours."
"Thank you. Keep up the good work, Lt. Bridge out." Janeway turned to Harry, who had recovered his composure and was now looking merely stunned, rather than nearly unconscious.
"Ensign Kim, send out a wide broadcast signal on all Starfleet channels announcing our return." He nodded and set to work.
"Captain to Astrometrics." She called, slapping her commbadge.
"Seven of Nine here, Captain," came the stiff reply.
"Seven scan the surrounding area for any discrepancies, anything to indicate how we got here. Be sure to check for temporal anomalies or anything to suggest that this is an illusion."
"Yes, Captain. Seven of Nine out."
Janeway turned to her crew and, correctly interpreting the surprised looks on their faces, smiled wryly. "It has happened before, after all."
That surprised a chuckle from a few of them, and they all set to work with lighter hearts.
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