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"Mr. Paris, take us closer. I want an away team assembled to inspect that vessel,"

"Yes ma'am," the leiutenant gave his famous "Paris grin".

B'Elanna, Harry and Tom stood on the transporter pad, ready to be beamed onto the mysterious alien vessel.

"Energize,"

When they re-formed, they were in what looked to be a mess hall. It was hard to tell, though, because of the extensive damage that had been done.

"It looks like whatever happened here, happened fast," Tom remarked, pointing out a half eaten plate of food. "And not too long ago, either." B'Elanna wrinkled her nose at the thought. The trio headed out, and entered another room, presumably the Captain's ready room, or at least it's equivalent on this ship. Several electronic devices, similar to datapads, were strewn across the table. Tom picked one up and inserted it into a convienient slot located on the computer console. A holographic image sprung to life.

"Captain's log." began the figure. "This is probably my last entry. The crew of the Sprii Killcruiser designated KO-35 has attacked our ship. We managed to destroy it, but not before some of it's crew could board the *Wind Chaser*. Most of our crew has escaped using the escape shuttles, but I am detirmened to go down with my ship. But I refuse to die without a fight. Our hypercore has been infused with an antimatter overload, which will cause it to explode in one standard hour." the image winked out, and Harry turned to the others, concerned.

"We don't know how long this ship's been sitting here. We could have a minute, or even half an hour. I say we get off now,"

"I'm with Starfleet," B'Elanna agreed, and Tom pressed his commbadge.

"Paris to Voyager. Three to beam up," he never made it, however. A mysterious hand winked into existence and knocked him upside the head. He fell to the floor, unconsious.

It was then that the ship blew up.

As soon as B'Elanna materialized on the transporter pad, she knew something was wrong. Looking around her, she noticed what it was. Someone was missing.

"Tom!" she cried. Suddenly, the room was rocked with the force of an explosion. "NO!" she shouted in anguish. He couldn't be dead! He just couldn't.

Several days later, they were preparing the memorial service for Tom.

"I have lost friends and officers under my command before," Captain Janeway began. She had been invited to the small private service that Tom's friends were holding for him. "But never before have I felt a loss as deeply as this one. I could always count on Tom to come up with a joke, and to tell the truth, the bridge will be quite boring without his constant remarks. His smile could make Darth Vader dance with joy," everyone smiled a small smile at the Captain's reference to the movie villan from the era that Tom had loved so much. "No one will ever forget him, but we do need to move on with our lives. He would have wanted that." with that, she stepped down.

"I should have told him," B'Elanna wept. "I should have told him how much I really loved him,"

"He knew," Harry put his arm around her to comfort her. "I'm sure he felt the same way..." he trailed off, as he noticed someone standing in the corner, talking to herself. Or so it seemed....

"I told you it would work," she laughed. "When the antimatter reaction started, it started a rip in the dimensional fabric, and that was all I needed to pull you through, Tom,"

"Tom?" B'Elanna's eyes narrowed. "Who are you talking to?"

"You can see me?" the woman's blue eyes widened. They were the exact shade as Tom's had been.

"Of course I can, you're standing right here in front of me." B'Elanna snapped. "Now who were you talking to? And why did you mention Tom's name? I've never even seen you before," she narrowed her eyes. Something odd was going on here....

"Oh no," the blond mumbled. "Tom? Tell me, who do you see around you?" she cocked her head, as if listening to a voice that no one else could hear. "Shit. Tom, you're on *my* ship and I'm on yours. Oh damn, damn, damn!"

"Who are you?" B'Elanna finally demanded, frustrated.

"My name is Amanda Paris. You must be B'Elanna and Harry," she suddenly smiled. "Wait 'til I tell Kyle and Vicky what their counterparts look like! Oh, this is just too much." she dissolved into laughter. Luckily, by then, the other guests at the funeral had left.

"Would someone pick me up and take me *back* to Voyager because I am *totally* confused," Harry finally said. Amanda sighed.

"Okay. Do you remember the abandonded ship?" they nodded. "And the self-destruct?" another nod. "Well, when it was just about to blow, I concentrated, HARD, and was able to open the smallest of wormholes, and pull Tom, who was unconsious at the moment, through. I guess instead of sending him back to his respective dimension, and myself to mine, I switched us. Hence, I ended up here and he ended up at my place."

"But that still doesn't explain how you can talk with him," Harry interjected.

"I was getting to that." Amanda took a deep breath. "Ever since I was little, I've been able to talk with Tom. It was like someone was in the room with me, only I couldn't see him. Once I got to grade school, I figured out that no one else was like this. I had always thought it was a perfectly normal thing, until I found out that no one else had friends that were invisible. So we started to talk only when we were alone, and one day, we figured that our universes must be oppisites, at least in some respect."

"What do you mean?"

"Well, in my universe, there is no Harry Kim or B'Elanna Torres. There's Victoria Kim and Kyle Torres,"

"So Tom's okay?" B'Elanna asked. Amanda nodded.

"Yeah. He's trying to explain things to Kev and Rena now," she noticed the two friend's looks of confusion. "The Captain and First Officer,"

"Oh," they said in unison.

"That's a good idea, though," B'Elanna said. "I mean, we can't hide you here forever,"

"I suppose," Amanda sighed. "But what am I supposed to tell them, really?"

"The truth, of course,"

"It seems a bit farfetched, don't you think? And while Kev might be inclined to beleive it, I doubt your captain would,"

"Kev?" Harry was somewhat confused at Amanda's offhand use of her captain's first name.

"Well, he never really went by the book. Insists his friends call him Kevin or Kev off duty. On duty, of course, it's "Captain Kev"." she laughed at the expressions on both Harry and B'Elanna's faces. "Not really. But sometimes I do call him Jack, just to bug him."

"Jack?"

"Yeah. His initials are KAJ, Kevin Andrew Janeway. Backwards, it's JAK, Jack."

"So, to get back on track here, are we going to go see the Captain or not?" B'Elanna questioned. Amanda nodded, and the trio made their way to the Captain's quarters, all the while questioning the mysterious new arrival about their conterparts in her dimension. When they finally came to the Captain's doorway, B'Elanna requested and was granted entry.

"B'Elanna, Harry," the Captain smiled. "I wasn't expecting you," she finally noticed the unfamiliar face. Frowning, she looked at Harry and B'Elanna. "Who is this?"

"Um," Amanda spoke up, quietly. "My name's Amanda Paris. I was sent here by accident. And before you ask, no this isn't a joke. Tom's in my universe, doing the very same thing, explaining why *I'm* not there." She didn't add that her captain would be more likely to beleive him. Her face took on a faraway expression, as she listened to a voice no one else could hear.

"You are *not* serious. Rena? No way..." she burst into laughter. "Of course it's funny. Rena's always so...serious. She's *never* shown an intrest in anyone before,"  her blue eyes danced with mischeif. "When I get back, I'll be sure to tease her about it day and night," noticing the indentical looks of confusion on the three faces before her, she explained. "Serena, the First Officer, seems to have the hots for the Helmboy," putting her hands on her hips, she exclaimed indignantly, "Well, if you can call me M&M's than I can call you Helmboy,".

"You know, it's really hard to follow only one end of a conversation," Harry finally said. Amanda blushed the colour of her uniform. Suddenly, her eyes widened and she clapped a hand over her mouth.

"I almost forgot! The holopictures!" she fished around in a pocket, bringing out several small disks. She put them on the desk and activated them. Four holoimages sprung to life. A red-headed Human male, an Asian Human female, a half Human, half Klingon male, and an olive-skinned Human female. "Kevin, Vicky, Kyle and Serena." she stated. "The Captain, Ensign Kim, Lt. Torres and the Commander,". Shocked expressions lit the faces gazing at the holograms. The Captain motioned for Amanda to explain what happened.

"So you see, all I want to do is get home," Janeway nodded. "Lt. Paris, assuming you are Tom's double, you are also a capable pilot?" Amanda snorted.

"Best damn pilot in the Delta Quad," Kathryn rolled her eyes.

"That's that Paris additude again. Now I'm certain you're telling the truth." The four of them shared a good laugh. "Of course, there is the problem of getting you and Tom back to your respective dimensions," Amanda's eyes suddenly widened with a relevation.

"By the Goddess! Tom, you are a genius!" she exclaimed. "Now, why couldn't *I* have thought of that?"

"Are you going to fill us in, Lt.?" The Captain prodded.

"What? Oh..of course. Tom thinks that if we recreate the accident on the Holodeck, we'll be able to pull ourselves through the way I did before,"

"Hmmm..." the Captain mused. "It could work."

"Um, correct me if I'm wrong, but, shouldn't everyone else know about this? They're going to wonder if I just start appearing places," Amanda pointed out.

"Awww....shaddap," Paris grumbled, sitting up in "her" quarters. Actually, they had been Tom's, but, seeing as there was nowhere else for her to stay, she had been given these quarters temporarily. She even took his duty shift. It felt kind of creepy to be "Living someone else's life," Dressing quickly, she heading for the Mess Hall.

"Mornin Neelix," she mumbled, still half asleep. "Coffee please, extra strong,"

"Coming right up, Lt." Of all the people on board Voyager, Neelix was the one who treated her just like she had been there every day, instead of a replacement for Tom. "How is the progress on the recreation coming?" he asked, trying to make conversation.

"Fine, on our end." She sighed. The other Voyager had had a short-lived encounter with a hostile alien, which had slowed down the construction of the simulation for at least a day or two. "Nothing personal, Neelix, but I will be quite glad to be back home," the little Talaxian nodded his understanding. As soon as the leiutenant finished her coffee, she rushed to the bridge for her duty shift. Knowing that events in both dimensions tended to mirror each other, she could expect a little trouble today. Her prediction was right, for just as she was about to enter the bridge, an explosion rocked the ship. Quickly, she rushed in and sat at her post, shooing away the ensign that had been on duty before her.