Endora sent Darrin Stephens ahead 400 years, and caused Tom Paris to go back to 1971, with Samantha and Tabitha Stephens. Tuvok and Kim incorrectly assumed they could negate Endora's spell. Instead, they caused Voyager to be drawn back to 1971, hovering over no less than The Kravitzes' household.

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The Starship Voyager was under the kind of attack that the Starship Voyager often found itself under. They had crossed an invisible line on an unseen star chart, and unwittingly offended an unknown race using unfamiliar weaponry.

This time, though, one of Captain Janeway's crew was not responding properly. In fact, he was not responding at all. He just stared dumbly at his console.

"Dammit, I said fire, Mister!"

With honest pleading, the man looked up at Captain Janeway.

"Lady, how exactly would you have me do that? There's no button marked 'fire' on this mishmash Lite-Brite."

Contemptuously, Janeway fired for him.

"Consider yourself on report, Ensign...... who the hell are you? And where's Tom Paris?"

Just then, a thin gray alien appeared on the Bridge. What looked an awful lot like a bomb was in his hands.

"These Treaties Hath Be Violented. Our foeship must be destroyed."

This time, Ensign Stephens was of a bit more use. He held up a finger, and spoke.

"Let Time Be Slowed Down; Give Up This Fight; Let All Around Believe Your Borders Alright!"

He then made a fist and pulled back his hand, and the alien vanished, as did the attacking ship. Stephens sighed, and looked at his hand, somewhat disgustedly.

"Hated to do it, but score one for you, Sam, honey."

A bit calmer, Janeway asked a question.

"How did you just do that?"

It was Chakotay who answered, though.

"Captain, he used some form of magic. Our guest here is a warlock—a male magic user."

The man stood up, hackles obviously raised by Chakotay's statement.

"Hey, pal! I AM No Warlock! Never have been, never wanted to be. That magic I used I keep for emergencies, and that's only because my wife insisted. Now I demand to know where I am!"

Janeway took this one.

"One : Aboard My Ship, You Demand Exactly--Nothing. Two : Drop That Tone Of Voice, Or I'll Have You In The Brig So Quickly, It'll Seem Like 'Magic'. Three : You Are Aboard The Federation Starship USS Voyager, Currently In The Delta Quadrant Of Our Galaxy. I am Kathryn Janeway, But You May Call Me 'Captain'. Do We Have An Understanding?"

The man looked as whipped by the overall situation as by Janeway's tough talk. He sat down.

"For whatever its worth, I'm sorry, Captain. But you have to understand my life. I love my wife with all my heart, but being married to a witch can be pre-tty trying, at times."

"So your wife sent you here, Mister..."

"Stephens. Darrin Stephens. No, Samantha wouldn't do this, even at her angriest.  And I've gotten her plenty angry, trust me. No. This started in the usual way. I got into an argument with my Mother-In-Law."

Janeway nodded, with some things finally becoming clear.

"And she is a 'witch' as well?"

Stephens smiled quite sarcastically.

"Ohhhhh.......Yes. Endora....Is A Real Witch!"

The Captain sensed in this a backstory she did not wish to pursue.

"Mister Stephens, our EM....our Doctor is going to take a look at your health, and you will be given quarters for the duration of your stay. Are you from Earth?"

Darrin's eyes went wide.

"You mean I'm not on Earth now? Isn't this some kind of underground military base? Sayyy---are you people Russians?"

Now, Janeway's eyes went wide.

"Mister Stephens, what year is it?"

"1971, of course. Why, what year do you think it is? No...ohhh, no. What year IS it?"

Janeway sighed.

"We....can't say. We have to protect the present as we know it. Suffice it to say...You're In The Future."

Neelix's face appeared on screen.

"Hi, Voyager! This Is The Neelix Report for April 19, 2376! No news to report today. Bye!"

Stephens put his hands between his legs, and Janeway mentally strangled
Neelix.

"Wellllllll......"

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WESTPORT, CONNECTICUT, 1971
 

Tabitha Stephens was questioning her visitor mercilessly.

"So what'd you do after you blew up the underwater base, Tom?"

Tom Paris was having the time of his life, despite it all.

"Well, I got in BIG trouble, kind of like you did with your Mom, for not cleaning your room--OK?"

The six-year-old nodded.

"Ok. I like you, Tom. But I miss my Daddy."

"Well, I'm sure we'll get him back soon, Tabitha. Hey, who's this guy in the picture with your Mom?"

"Oh, that's Uncle Hawkeye. He and Aunt Margaret work in a MASH in Vietnam, but they don't kill any babies. They're doctors."

Tom almost couldn't breathe.

"My God...These are The Pierces! Hawkeye and Hot Lips. Two of the greatest heroes in the history...I shouldn't say any more. Shhh, kiddo."

Tabitha puzzled.

"Is this about Deep Space Nine?"

Now, Tom could not breathe at all.

"How....How do you know..about...Terok Nor hasn't even..."

Samantha Stephens came out of the kitchen, having again failed to contact her mother.

"Tabitha....we don't discuss Uncle Hawkeye's trip to DS9, now do we? Go check on Adam's nap, Ok?"

"Ok, Mommy."

The little girl stood up and kissed Tom on the cheek.

"I Love You, Tom. Do You Have A Girlfriend?"

Tom chuckled.

"Sure Do. She's A Klingon. Really Jealous, too. Let's keep that our secret, Ok?"

"A Klingon? You mean like Mister Worf?"

"Um---half-Klingon."

"Ohhh. A hybrid, like Mister Spo---"

Sam intervened.

"Tabitha!"

"Yes, Mommy. I'm going."

A door lightly slammed upstairs, but Samantha let it pass without comment.

"Sorry, Tom. You see, my brother, Hawkeye Pierce, and his wife Margaret and a few friends, welllll...it gets complicated. But we know a lot about the 24th Century."

"Hawkeye Pierce is your brother?"

"Step-brother, really. You see, his father, Dan, and my----VERY ARROGANT--  other...."

Sam stopped when Larry Tate burst in, and made a beeline for Tom.

"Look, I know you are merely someone who appeared in Darrin's office---but if you could just give me some help on The Sheuster Account, It'd be a real shot in the arm for MacMahon and Tate."

Sam gestured, and caused Larry to backtrack out, forgetting about them all.

"Hmm..I should really do that more often. He can be quite pushy."

Paris shook his head.

"Pushy? I've met less aggressive Ferengi."

"For the moment, I better concentrate on getting mother here. You can watch TV, you know."

"I...know. No offense, Sam, but I was kind of avoiding it."

"None taken. But while its not interactive, its all we've got, and with a nosy neighbor, I'm reluctant to use magic in the house."

"Ahh. I'll give it a chance."

Tom turned on the set.

"Now, On Sci-Fi Marathon, That Serial Movie Classic, 'The Adventures Of Captain Proton!"

He smiled.

"Mmmm. TV."

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USS VOYAGER

Kim and Tuvok concurred.

"Captain, we've isolated the chronal energy signature that brought Darrin here."

"Indeed. Mister Kim and I both feel that by inverting it, we should be able to cancel this so-called magic, negating its effects."

Darrin raised his hand.

"Uh...guys. As much as I appreciate this, we should wait for Endora to calm down. I mean, messing with magic can be, well...messy."

But Tuvok disagreed.

"This 'magic' is simply another form of directed energy. Logic dictates that we, with our advanced knowledge of temporal mechanics, should be able to re-direct it."

"The man is trying to use logic against Endora."

Janeway smiled.

"Don't worry, Darrin. We've dealt with her type, before. We've done alright."

Seven Of Nine and Be'lanna stood at their posts.

"Initiating Inversion........."

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WESTPORT, CONNECTICUT, 1971

Gladys Kravitz wondered what the humming noise above her house was.

She looked up.

She shouldn't have.

"ABNERRRRRRRR!!!!!!!!!!!"

Tom looked out across the street at Voyager, floating above The Kravitz house. He gulped---hard.

"Samantha---My Ride's Here." Samantha looked out the window.

"Tom, that's a fine-looking ship!"

Paris briefly glared at his host. Sam shrugged.

"Welllll...."

"Oh, we are so very dead. The Temporal disaster this creates.....then again, maybe not."

Inspired, Tom hit his combadge.

"Paris to Captain Janeway."

"Tom...how bad are things?"

"Well, Ma'am, using my underwater expedition as a 10, I'd say we're at about a 15. Suggest you use a disguising hologram. Like...."

He saw one of Tabitha's toys, a model of a dirigible.

"A balloon. A float. But one that looks like Voyager, preferably."

"Superior thinking, Mister Paris. But first lets beam our guest home."

Darrin reappeared, and again Sam was glared at. But she held her ground.

"Look, Darrin, you must have gotten Mother pretty upset to do something like this. Now, give. Tell me."

Outside, Voyager The Starship now looked like Voyager The Float. Needless to say, this occurred just as Gladys Kravitz dragged her husband Abner out to see The 'UFO'.

"You see? You See?"

Abner shrugged, as was his wont.

"Yeah, I see. And if they keep that blimp up there too long, I'll call the cops. But its probably just passing overhead."

Gladys shook her fist at Voyager.

"You did it to me again, Samantha Stephens! But I'll get you yet!"

"Gladys, Honey? You want I should buy the Stephens' a little dog, so you can get him, too?"

Gladys walked into their house, and slammed the door. Leaflets in hand, a young 'hippie' approached Abner.

"Sir, would you like to leave this materialistic narcissistic world behind forever?"

Abner stared at the young man.

"When Do We Leave?"

Inside the Stephens' house, Darrin also shrugged.

"I'm darned if I know, Sam. Your mother just waltzed into my office, I asked her to leave, and she shouted how it was for my own good. She looked...older."

Tom shook his head.

"Pal...that kind of comment is not going to help your case."

"It wasn't a crack. Honest, Sam. It was like she was older than Aunt Clara. More..she called me Darrin."

"Isn't that your name?"

"Are You Tom Paris?"

"The One And Only."

"Well, pleased to meet you Tom. Now BUTT OUT!"

"Darling, Mother has called you Darrin...once or twice. Okay, this is odd."

While Samantha pondered, Tom contacted his Ship again.

"Hey, guys--Now would be a good time to beam me up. Mister Stephens is back, and our work is done here--isn't it?"

The voice that responded was not one of Tom's crewmates. But it was familiar.

"Paris, This Is Captain Braxton. Your ship has been seized by the authority vested in me by TimeFleet Command."

"Braxton? But aren't you...."

"I was re-merged with several more stable temporal counterparts. Now, remand yourself over to answer for numerous violations of...well, you name it."

Sam spoke up.

"Listen...Captain? This mess is hardly their fault. My Mother started all this. They just tried to correct things."

Janeway's voice broke through on the other end.

"And we had no intention of travelling anywhere in time."

"Captain Janeway, did you or did you not ignore Mister Stephens' advice regarding his mother-in-law's magic?"

"I...suppose we did. But we had every reason to believe it would work."

"I see. Mister Stephens, how many spells have you had cast upon you in the last seven years, your time?"

Darrin nodded grimly.

"About three-hundred."

Sam winced.

"That many?"

Janeway spoke up again.

"Your point, Captain Braxton?"

"I think it would be obvious. Mister Stephens' experience in these matters, including Time Travel, is many times your own. You should have deferred to it."

Darrin inserted his foot into his mouth.

"Well, that's what you get for having a woman Captain."

Braxton caused the Voyager's senior staff to materialize in The Stephens' living room. He chuckled as Janeway walked up to Darrin.

"Oh, I was not going to miss this."

Janeway laid down the law.

"Listen up, you mealy-mouthed, sexist, bigoted, two-bit dictator! As we prepared for our attempt to put you back where you belong, all I heard about was how in your house, you forbid this, and your wife broke this rule, and you like meals prepared only by hand. My  God, You Are More Of A Dinosaur Than Some Dinosaurs I've Met!"

Darrin laid down the law.

"I take it back, Captain Janeway. A woman makes a perfectly good CO. But you'd make an even better DI! Everyone on your ship has probably heard you demean them or threaten them with the brig! You asked your XO's advice exactly once and then acted like he never even gave it. Kathryn Bligh is more like it."

"Do you deny that you are a dinosaur?"

"I am a dinosaur. But I can evolve--and when I'm done----YOU'LL STILL BE A DICTATOR!"

While the Dinosaur and The Dictator argued, the children chatted.

"Hi, I'm Tabitha. What's Your Name?"

"I'm Naomi. This house is great. You're so lucky to live on Earth. I might want to see the Earth in my time, someday."

"But you live on a spaceship! Thats so neat! Just like The Robinsons."

"Who?"

"The people from TV. The ones who are Lost In Space."

"What's TV?"

Tabitha guided Naomi into her father's study, and created a television.

"Wow. Its like the holodeck--only the computer decides everything. Are these people the Robinsons?"

"Nope. They're The Bradys."

"Really? What's Their Story?"

Tabitha shook her head.

"Lets not go there, kay' Naomi?"

"Alright. But they really should not have been playing ball in the house. Wait--can you do anything with your power?"

"Cept cancel somebody else's spell."

Naomi smiled.

"Seven Of Nine....Come Here!"

Meanwhile, Braxton had had enough.

"Look. I don't care about who started it. We're one and all for the 29th Century, where this matter will be adjudicated and the appropriate timelines erased. Now, I've locked onto Mrs. Stephens' Mother, Endora...soooo..."

Endora, looking pretty much as she always had, appeared in a huff.

"What Is The Meaning Of This Outrage? I was listening to Bach play Beethoven when this Chronal Copper grabbed me up through time and place! Derrwood--is this  your doing?"

Darrin stared dumbly.

"No, Endora. And It Isn't Yours, Either. Sam--everyone--this is not The Endora who cast me onto Voyager."

Tuvok ran a scanner over Endora, which she batted away.

"One would think that you Elves would have better manners!"

"Madam--I am a Vulcan. And Mister Stephens is incorrect--this is the individual who cast him into the future. The chronal signatures match almost precisely."

Braxton gestured.

"I'll have a look at that. Yessss...almost precisely. But not quite. Just let me recalibrate my beam to compensate."

To everyone's shock--especially Endora's--the much older Endora of Darrin's description appeared. She bent over and kissed Darrin on the cheek.

"My boy--so good to see you again."

Janeway thought of something.

"Seven--get over here, and check out these two with your temporal trans---"

Kathryn stopped as a fetching six-year old blond girl walked up. But it was not Tabitha Stevens. Rather it was Annika Hansen. She smiled.

"Captain--isn't it wonderful? Tabitha made me a child again. Now, my poor socialization skills can be corrected."

While Janeway took this in, the older Endora hissed at her younger counterpart.

"Vicious hag--unable to know how much you loved this boy until it was too late. Didn't losing Daniel teach you how precious mortals are?"

Endora and Darrin stared at each other and spoke as one.

"Samantha, a martini---Make It A Double!!"

Janeway nodded.

"Mrs. Stephens--make that all around."

Janeway stared numbly at the transformed Seven Of Nine. Upset by all the chaos, she barked out an order.

"Tabitha--change her back this instant!"

But Seven--now once again six-year old Annika Hansen, disagreed.

"Captain! I'm myself again. Aren't you happy for me? I've gotten a second chance. The childhood the Borg took away from me."

Janeway wasn't hearing her.

"Naomi? Was this your idea?"

Naomi shifted nervously.

"I just wanted Seven to be happy. Doesn't she deserve this?"

The Captain shook her head.

"In this life, we take the cards that we are dealt. We go forward—we don't go back. Now Tabitha--change her back, and that's an order!"

Samantha stepped up to Kathryn, and folded her arms.

"Captain--I give my daughter orders. My husband gives our daughter orders. You--do not give our daughter orders. Do we have an understanding?"

"Then I suggest you order her to undo the spell she placed on Seven--immediately."

Darrin cut in.

"Watch it, Sam. She'll put you in the brig."

"That is quite enough out of the both of you. I won't have a member of my crew played with by some out of control Q wannabes!"

Darrin knew well the look on Sam's face. He prayed to never see that look again directed at him. She held up one finger, and recited a verse.

"A leader who shouts is no leader at all; Watch, this time, as you take the fall."
Janeway saw Sam's nose twitch. Then, she saw Tom Paris and Belanna Torres standing outside the brig--with her inside of it. Tom had a grim look on his face--and more pips on his collar.

"You forced this, Kathy. You deliberately disobeyed my orders and The Prime Directive. The one I can punish at my discretion. The other—I have to draw the line on. This crew must learn--we are Starfleet, even here. You'll spend the next thirty days in solitary--Ensign. Reflect in here about why you caused this to happen."

"Captain, this may be going a bit---"

"Commander Torres--This Matter Is Not Open For Discussion, And Certainly Not Here."

"What Matter Ever Is?"

"You want to join her, then pull up a chair."

  Kathy protested.

"Captain, they were nudging themselves into extinction!"

Paris stared back, his eyes showing not a hint of mercy. "That's their decision. Kathy, its not called The Prime Suggestion."

Then he left her alone.

A visitor came on the 20th day. It was Samantha Wildman.

"Had enough?"

"He wouldn't even listen to--You?"

She gestured, and the illusion ended.

"To see ourselves as others see us, Captain. Think about it."

But now Ensign Paris got into it.

"How dare you? Samantha, I may not care for what happened, but she is and remains the Captain. Good or bad, like it or lump it, she makes the calls. And did you have to pull me into it?"

Sam was not expecting this.

"Tom, she humiliated you after letting the others off scot-free. You said so yourself."

"No--what I said was, I didn't completely understand the decision. But, again, she is the Captain. If drawing the line on me keeps order on the ship---well, then, make it so. I do have to thank you for this. Until you did that, I never understood Captain Janeway's rage. Its so easy to skirt policy when you think you're on the fringes."

Janeway smiled at her defender.

"Tom--you agree with my punishment?"

"No, Maam. I want my pip back, and maybe another to boot. But The Captain makes that choice. Not me."

"Samantha--I'm sorry I shouted. But Seven, or Annika, will not find what she's looking for as a child. I'm asking you to ask Tabitha to change her back."

Just then, Annika keeled over, in pain.

"Noooo---it hurts."

Tabitha was alarmed.

"Seven--what's wrong?"

The Doctor scanned the little girl.

"Its her nanoprobes. They're fighting against the magic."

Naomi shook her head.

"But Tabitha magicked those away, too."

"Unfortunately, Naomi, the magic and the nanoprobes both work on the same basic invasive level. They're trying to cancel each other out, and tearing poor Annika apart as they do."

Sam nodded to Tabitha.

"Honey--you better change her back."

"Yes, Mommy."

In a flash, Annika was gone, and Seven Of Nine returned. A tearful Tabitha apologized.

"I'm sorry, Seven. I couldn't make the Borg stuff go away."

But Seven smiled lightly, and picked Tabitha up.

"To offer apology after giving me so extraordinary a gift is not rational, Tabitha Stephens. Like a box of fine confections, I was able to enjoy it while it lasted. I owe you a great debt."

"No you don't. Friends just do that for each other."

"So Naomi Wildman has informed me."

Chakotay nodded.

"We have love and new understanding. Should we try for peace in this time-chaos?"

Darrin shook his head.

"Lotsa Luck there, Commander. I still don't understand who the other Endora is."

Braxton emerged from the kitchen with both Endoras in tow.

"I tried to re-merge them, but I can't. Mrs. Stephens, this woman is also your mother--from the year 2372."

The current Endora added more. She was blank-eyed.

"Just shortly before---My Death."

The older one sat down next to Darrin.

"And I am here, my sweet boy--to prevent your premature death before my own time runs out."

Darrin nervously gulped his martini. If Braxton had any objections to all this, he was keeping them to himself.

"Endora--how do I die?"

A bit addled, the older woman wiped away a tear.

"Darrin, my son---your drinking kills you."

Suddenly, Darrin turned and looked nervously at his always well-stocked liquor cabinet.

"Is that true?"

The Doctor walked over, and saw that Braxton was not stopping him from speaking freely.

"Mister Stephens--I'm afraid it is. My exam showed you are suffering from the initial stages of cirrhosis of the liver."

Janeway caught on. She looked gently at the older Endora, and got down in front of her.

"That's why you involved my ship, isn't it? Darrin could dispute a 20th Century Doctor, but not mine."

The woman nodded.

"Yes. Also, I had hoped that the Time Authority wouldn't notice, since you've already been on so many time trips. Oh, young lady, I am so very sorry. I meant no harm."

Janeway hugged her.

"No apologies necessary. A great man once said that his logic was imperfect when it concerned his son's life. Family is like that." Smiling, the older Endora suddenly got a distant look. Braxton was alarmed.

"We have to get her back to the 24th Century--Now!"

The two disappeared.  A moment later, Braxton returned alone.

"She's gone."

The younger Endora began to shake, and magicked herself away, unable to deal with all she had seen.

Darrin stared at the cabinet that had been his solution for many years.

"Captain Janeway--do you know anyone who would like a soon-to-be unused piece of furniture?"

Samantha cried, as did Tabitha, at the heart-shaking events of the past few minutes. But Darrin's choice made them proud and happy. A tough road lay ahead, but they would see it through.

Braxton stared hard at the family, but started suddenly when little Adam Stephens came downstairs.

"Captain Janeway--we have to go."

Belanna put her hands down.

"My Dad had a cabinet like this. I'll take it."

Braxton shook his head.

"Ms. Torres--I kind of need that cabinet. I'll tell you why aboard Voyager."

Janeway shook the hands of The Stephenses.

"It was a pleasure meeting you. Sorry if I seemed brusque, but I'm just as protective of my family--as you are of yours."

"Then, I say, there's no apology necessary."

Samantha nodded in agreement.

"But Kathryn, please watch your temper. You can, at times, be a real witch!"

Naomi and Tabitha hugged.

"Thanks for everything, Tabitha. You've got it good, here. I wish I had a little brother."

"Naomi---sometimes I wish I didn't. But he's mostly okay."

Braxton seemed oddly taken with Little Adam.

"Remember, big guy. No matter what happens, they all love you. Understand?"

The little boy nodded and smiled.

"What was that about?"

"You'll understand, Da---Mister Stephens."

With that, the time travelers all vanished, along with Darrin's liquor cabinet.

"Anything, Darling?"

"Yeah. Sam, make me a Screwdriver--But Hold The Vodka."

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USS VOYAGER, 24TH CENTURY

Braxton prepared to leave.

"Captain, Endora's spell left you no choice, so this won't be held against you. Since our business is done---"

Torres shook her head.

"What about the cabinet?"

Kim added his two cents.

"And how did you know so much about the Stephenses? Even with their relation to The Pierces, you knew an awful lot."

"Time has its secrets, people. So do I."

Dismissively, he vanished.

Janeway expected no better.

"People--I may have my moments. But if I ever get like him, I hereby order you to mutiny!"

The 'Ayes' that immediately followed gave The Captain food for thought.

Tuvok stared at his terminal.

"Fascinating."

"What is fascinating, Mister Tuvok?"

"Captain--Endora was successful--and yet she was not. Darrin Stephens did not die from Cirrhosis Of The Liver."

"That's great."

"He died in 2005--of Liver Cancer."

Janeway looked sad.  Chakotay considered.

"It could have been unrelated. Or perhaps the earlier drinking weakened his liver. Either way--he was mortal, like all of us."

Tom tried to lighten the mood.

"Speak for yourself, Sir. I plan to live forever."

Janeway shot one off.

"Maybe by then you'll make Lieutenant again."

Tom let it go, as well he might.
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KOREA, 2372

Braxton appeared in front of the Wiejanbou home of Margaret and Hawkeye Pierce. Samantha greeted and hugged him, her hair mostly gray now.

"Get in there. She's been asking for you."

"I know."

When Braxton entered, Hawkeye squeezed his dying stepmother's hand gently, hugged the visitor, and left.

"Who--Who Is There?"

The man called Braxton kissed this woman on the cheek, and began to cry.

"Its me, Grandma. Its Adam."

"I know. I knew even then. You could never fool me, boy. I love you so."

"I Love You, Too."

Later that same day, Endora Pierce rejoined the Universe. In the 29th Century, her sometimes-uptight grandson poured himself a double, and saluted his family's memory. They were almost all good ones.

In the 24th Century, The Starship Voyager continued on its journey home.

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EARTH, 1973

"Look, Endora--thanks for watching the kids. I don't want to get maudlin. But I'm glad we have a working truce."

"Well, Der--Darrin. We have this truce only so long as you, Benjamin, Margaret, and my daughter relax while in Florida. Do not let your job follow you, as it has before."

"No problem. I didn't give Larry the slightest clue where I was going, and this time, Sam is zapping us down."

But Tom Paris's comparison of Larry Tate to a Ferengi was not an unfair one. As before, he came bursting in.

"Darrin, I'm glad I caught you!"

"I'll bet you are. The answer's no, Larry."

"C'mon--this account---"

"Is Important. It'll save the company, or your job, or mine. Larry--please at least don't insult my intelligence. Try a new line once in a while."

"Endora--speak to him. This vacation can wait. He has to provide for your daughter and grandchildren."

"Laurence--much as it pains me to say it, I am quite firmly on Darrin's side. My son Benjamin and his wife are newly returned from Vietnam, and need family to help them cope."

Larry shrugged.

"He'll do it or he's fired."

Darrin called the bluff.

"He won't do it, and he quits. I warned you, Larry. But you don't listen. Sam has--money saved up. We'll get by more than nicely. We both need this to be a real vacation."

"Hmmph. And here, I thought you were an officer on this corporate ship. Officers stay with the ship, even if its going down."

Endora grinned.

"Laurence---you are correct. Officers should go down with the ship."

Endora gestured, and Larry disappeared. In his place was a pale-skinned man wearing a mostly mustard-colored tunic. He looked about.

"Have I experienced a Trans-Temporal Displacement?"

Darrin decided he would calmly ask Endora to bring Larry back, rather than yelling as he felt like. He really needed this vacation. He spoke to the odd visitor.

"If by that you mean have you traveled in time, then the answer is yes. Mister---"

The man nodded.

"Data. Lieutenant Commander Data. Tell me, is this Veridian Three?"

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USS ENTERPRISE-D, 2371

La Forge yelled over the intercom.

"Warp core breach--Now!"

The saucer section could not get away fast enough, and was thrown toward the planet below. Riker yelled out.

"All Hands, Brace For Impact!"

At the helm sat a very confused Larry Tate. He saw Veridian Three grow ever-larger onscreen.

"Oh.....Shit."

THE END

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