Okidoke! I got REALLY bored and this little baby wanted to be published, so I humored my muses. It's a Voyager/2009 crossover, obviously, but it focuses mostly on the events spanning from Jim Kirk's marooning on Delta Vega, through the chase and final showdown with the Narada, and on to post-film events which we don't really see all that much of anyway. Neevok is Tuvix's clone, heralding from the fascinating Voyager episode of the same name, and a few more of our favorite Voyager characters have cameos and later a more concrete part to play in the storyline. Don't ask, I couldn't tell you where this came from or why.

Oh, and I don't own anything except Season 1 of Voyager, a couple of costumes I bought for StarFest, badge-pins and a IDIC pin, the Motion Picture Trilogy, and all of the TNG films. I have to pay off a hospital bill, so please, Paramount, please don't sue me. I'm broke!

Chapter One

The Doctor looked at the three people before him, making note of height, physical appearance, and species of origin. He had before him one Human male of roughly twenty-seven years of age, Asiatic heritage; a Human-Borg hybrid of feminine gender and indeterminate age; and a male Vulcan-Talaxian hybrid of indeterminate age. The hybrid was in fact an exact genetic clone of a former deceased crewmember, created in secret by the Doctor and the Human-Borg hybrid. The only full Human in the converted cargo bay had been brought into full and secretive confidence by the Doctor's partner-in-crime.

They had toiled in secret for a little over two months, building a small one-man pod capable of achieving Warp 3 and fitting it with a special spatial-temporal transponder and a cloaking device. The warp-pod was finally completed and it was time to say their goodbyes. They were going to send the alien hybrid through space and time in hopes of sending him to a place and a time where he could have a new life. The transponder had been set to the year 2258 and the Vulcan planetary system. Now it was godspeed and good luck to the hybrid, and hoping he got to where they were sending him safely.

As Neevok, Tuvix's clone, climbed into his tiny craft, Ensign Harry Kim retreated to his station on Voyager's bridge to cover the launch. He made sure the Captain wouldn't be called to the bridge for an unauthorized warp-jump, watching the view-screen until he saw the wormhole close. He had never seen the warp-pod, the cloaking device had served its purpose. Just as the wormhole closed, the bridge-doors opened. Kim looked over his shoulder and got quickly to his feet as the Captain came onto the bridge.

"Captain! Good evening." Kim hoped he didn't look as guilty as he felt. He still couldn't believe he'd gotten rid of Tom Paris for so long. Ten minutes ago, he'd put everything on auto, sent Paris on his break, and gone down to Cargo Bay 2. He still had five minutes according to his watch. The Captain smiled.

"I'm sorry if I took you by surprise, Ensign."

"I thought you were Liuetenant Paris, ma'am."

"And where is your partner-in-crime?" She had noticed Paris's absence from the bridge.

"Shift break." Kim exhaled slowly and realized the Captain had mistaken his guilt for surprise.

"It's very quiet. I can see how I might have taken you by surprise." She wandered the bridge and he realized what time it was. 22:45? The Captain didn't suffer insomnia did she? Returning to his post, Kim waited for Paris to return. When he did, the Captain was still on the bridge. She stayed there as long as they did, moving from post to post without a word.

"What is she doing up here?" Paris whispered as she passed behind them on one circuit.

"I never asked. None of my business." He shot his partner a stern look. When the relief crew arrived fifteen minutes later, 23:00 Standard Earth Time, Kim surrendered his post, saluted the Captain, and returned to his quarters to take a shower before going to bed for a few hours until Alpha Shift. His last thought before falling asleep was for Neevok, and he hoped the gentle-hearted clone had reached his destination safely.

Stardate 2258.42(ish) - February 11, 2258 - Vulcan Planetary System

Meanwhile, on the far side of the Milky Way Galaxy, far from the Voyager and the Delta Quadrant, Neevok's warp-pod had crash-landed on the M-class world of Delta Vega in the Vulcan system. Neevok had abandoned the pod shortly after landing and was looking for somewhere to wait for rescue. He found an ice-cave and made himself comfortable. His sensors told him that there was another cave about three kilometers to the south of him that contained another humanoid lifeform, this one Vulcan, but he wasn't brave enough to go in search of this other Vulcan. However, he did encounter yet a third lifeform, this one Human, when an escape-pod crashed into the ice not far from his cave. Neevok, his old instincts kicking into high gear, collected all of his equipment and set off across the ice to help this newcomer adapt. He ended up saving a very young Human male from two of Delta Vega's native, carnivorous lifeforms.

Jim Kirk had seen weird, and really weird, but the things trying to eat him were just downright creepy. He wasn't sure what either one was actually supposed to be, he just knew they wanted to eat him for dinner, and he rather liked not being eaten. As he scrambled across the unstable ice, he was cut off by the spider-ant-creature. Before he could wish for a swift and painless death, something landed a foot in front of him and a cloud of noxious smoke spewed into the air. Jim staggered backwards, throwing up one arm to shield his face as two more gas-grenades hit the ice and released their contents. Jim stumbled through the smoke, coughing and gagging, and lost his footing. Before he could move, something grabbed him by the arm and dragged him to his feet, shoving him out of the smoke. He was pushed down a gentle slope and finally staggered into a small cave.

"Are you okay?" the strangest voice he'd ever heard asked. He looked to his left and squinted, trying to make sense of what he was seeing. The smoke had burned his eyes, and he couldn't see all that well.

"Here, drink this. It'll help." A canteen was pushed into his hand, and he took a long drink of water, "The smoke got your eyes, didn't it?"

"Yeah. Thanks, though, for chasing off that thing."

"No problem. Sorry about that, I thought I could throw it further than I did."

"Hey, I'm alive." He took another swig of water and blinked, trying to clear his eyes. Jim sank to the ground, exhausted and sore and completely disoriented.

"It'll be dark soon." His rescuer looked out the cave-mouth, "If that thing comes out during the day, I'd hate to see what prowls around here at night. Come on, let's go further in." Jim let himself be guided by his rescuer, who sounded like a fairly cheerful fellow. He had the strangest voice, upbeat but calm all at once. The cave let into a short tunnel and eventually into an interior chamber.

"What's your name, friend?" he asked groggily.

"Neevok."

"That's a weird name, no offense."

"None taken. May I know your name?"

"Yeah, it's Jim. Jim Kirk."

"Pleasure indeed, sir. Perhaps after you've rested we can exchange stories and find a way out of here."

"Yeah, I've gotta get back to the Enterprise before they get themselves killed." He sank onto the cold ice, only to be yanked back to his feet.

"No no no! Wait a minute!" Neevok scolded, pulling off his wet thermal jacket.

"What the-what are you doing?" he groaned. Neevok, whatever he was, pushed him down and he realized blankets had been laid over the ice, "Oh, thanks."

"Here, this will help keep your body-core temperature above the danger-zone so you don't freeze in your sleep." He heard Neevok fiddling around with something and some part of his scrambled brain identified the sound of a hypo-spray being put together. But Jim was too tired and too disoriented to put up his usual fight. Neevok was much gentler than Bones, he thought vaguely as the alien gave him first one injection to keep his body warm, and then another to help fight off the last of the toxins from the gas-bombs. As he drifted off to sleep, he was aware of Neevok laying a thermal blanket over him and wondered at the kindness of a complete stranger.

While Jim slept, Neevok sat by the entrance of the cave and looked over his shoulder. There was just something about the boy that made Neevok want to take care of him, make sure he had a friend. Shaking his head, he turned back to the snowy night. His acute hearing detected a faint but consistent beeping and recognized the sound of a tri-corder. Neevok just smiled and waited for the shadowed figure to emerge from the snow.

"I was wondering how long it would take you to find us."

"The Human boy?"

"Sound asleep." He got up and extended one hand, "We don't have much, but we're willing to share. Please, come and share our small shelter and fire."

"Thank you, friend." The tall figure stepped past him and pushed back the hood of his jacket, turning to Neevok, "Rom-halan."

"You're welcome." He smiled at the Vulcan greeting. He led the expatriate into the cave and heard his muffled gasp. Wondering what was wrong, he turned to the man, "Are you alright, sir?"

"Is that…Jim Kirk?"

"Yes, do you know him?"

"Oh yes." The elderly Vulcan dropped to his knees beside the slumbering Human and Neevok watched, fascinated.

"I've taken good care of him, sir."

"Yes, I can see you have, and I'm very grateful to you. How did you find him?"

"Running from some odd creature that couldn't decide if it was a spider or an ant with a taste for human flesh." Neevok grimaced, "I'm almost afraid I did more harm than good in my campaign to drive it off before it ate him."

"He'll be alright by morning. Did he tell you anything?"

"Just that he had to return to the Enterprise."

"Which means he wasn't the captain. How strange." The Vulcan settled down by Jim's head, near enough but not touching, and looked at Neevok, "You're Vulcan?"

"Only by half, my other half is Talaxian. I'm from the Delta Quadrant."

"Fascinating. What is your name, friend?"

"Neevok. And yours, sir?"

"Spock. Please, sit down." The Vulcan smiled, which caught Neevok off-guard.

"Well, I'll be damned. I don't think I've ever seen a Vulcan smile before!" He sat down on the other side of the fire, intrigued, "The only one I've ever known never smiled in all the time I knew him!"

"I am not like most of my kind, Neevok. I, too, am only half-Vulcan." Spock looked almost wistful, and Neevok had the feeling if he stuck around Spock and Jim Kirk, he'd go on quite the outlandish adventure.

There! Chapter 1! If Neevok seems a little, well, outlandish, you just have to remember that he's half-Neelix. Neelix, as any Voyager fan knows, is a bit eccentric at best and I have a soft-spot for Neelix, so you'll see more Neelix than Tuvok in the character of Neevok. Hehe, bad play on the Tuvix twist, I'm sorry. Remember, read, click, and review, please! But no flames, they're a waste of time for you to write, me to read, and I really don't need an entire essay outlining every single thing wrong with my fanfiction. Thank you, VeeDub.