For all disclaimers etc. check pt. 1 Other than that...enjoy.

*8 hours earlier*

"I'm sorry Mister Guill, but that's my final offer," Janeway stated.

"Actually, Captain, I sense you'd be willing to raise your price to three hundred renns," the dark-haired seller countered. "Lieutenant Torres needs this resonator coil to upgrade Voyager's communications."

"Telepaths," B'Elanna growled darkly from Janeway's side. The man smirked and tipped his head to her.

"Wait a minute," Janeway held up a finger. "I sense you'd be willing to settle for two fifty!"

"You must have read my mind," he responded before stepping out from behind the table and smoothly stepping between the starship captain and a man that came barreling around the corner. The man's bulk caused Guill to bump into Janeway's shoulder as she counted out the unfamiliar currency, but he continued on his way without stopping. Guill stepped back from the human. "My apologies, Captain. He must've been in a hurry."

"No harm done," she replied and handed over the currency.

"He could've at least stopped and apologized," B'Elanna groused, frowning at the departing back of the man.

Guill seemed to study her for a moment before replying. "I'm sure it wasn't intentional."

B'Elanna frowned and rolled her eyes. "Captain, I'll go get Neelix."

Janeway nodded absently as she inspected the coil. "It's been a pleasure doing business with you, Mister Guill."

"The pleasure has been mine, Captain, and I'll be sure to keep an eye out for that other part you need."

"Other part?" she asked, looking up at him curiously. "What other part?"

He smiled knowingly. "A Borg transwarp coil."

Color flushed the Captain's cheeks, and she stepped closer to Guill. "How did you…did you pull that from my thoughts?"

Her tone had taken on a decidedly dangerous edge, and Guill backed off. "My apologies, Captain. I was only hoping to help you in your journey home. I did not intend to…invade your privacy."

She straightened and dropped her hands to her sides. "It's my fault, Mister Guill. I shouldn't have been thinking about it anyway."

"It's no crime to want the best solution for your people, Captain," he argued, "and I have heard of a trader or two that have been known to brave Borg debris zones. Your desire is not outside the realm of possibility."

Janeway glanced around and noticed B'Elanna returning from the far side of the market. "Well, we're only here for two days, Mister Guill, and I wouldn't want you to go to any trouble."

"It's no trouble at all, Captain," he countered. "If I come across one, should I contact you?"

She hesitated before giving him a nod and a tight smile. "Yes."

"Neelix is still flirt– I mean cataloging produce, Captain," B'Elanna said, rejoining them. "Are you ready to go back to the ship?"

Janeway nodded absently at her while still holding the telepath's eye. "I look forward to hearing from you, Mister Guill."

He inclined his head as the two women departed and then he exhaled. It would take some planning, but with a little bit of luck he knew he could soon be a very rich man.

"Frane!"

The man sitting on the bench got to his feet and scowled. "What was that, Guill? I was in the perfect position to get that ridge-headed offlander riled up."

"I know exactly what you were doing, Frane," Guill smiled darkly. "Her mind is exquisite and full of wonderful possibilities, but she isn't the only one."

Frane scowled. "What do you mean?"

"These Voyagers…all of them have such wonderful potential. We need to get as many of them as possible, but we can't just run into all of them," Guill sneered. "We need to plan this."

Frane considered the statement for a few minutes, then offered, "They've been given accommodations at the Mileis Ohno. One of our patrons works there. I'm sure he would be happy to help us out."

Guill nodded. "Good. That'll work. We'll also need to bring in the doctor."

"What do we need that sick bastard for?"

"A lot of the memories we'll be able to get while these Voyagers sleep without them ever knowing, but those won't be the best ones." Guill paced as he talked. "No, the best memories, we'll have to go deeper for, but we can't allow them to remember what's happened."

Frane paled. "You're going to have him do anagrammatic extraction on these aliens?"

"No," Guill acknowledged. "I'm not that cruel, but I do want him on hand to administer a blocker."

"But you know the blockers eventually fade. They'll remember what we've done."

"But not until they're far away from here." Guill was unconcerned. "They're trying to get home, Frane. They aren't going to turn around and come back here after they're thousands of light years away."

"Maybe," Frane allowed.

"It'll be worth it," Guill growled. "You just take care of the hotel clerk and let me worry about the doctor and what memories to get."

The other man nodded and then gave a knowing smile. "Which one do you think will be the best?"

A shudder ran through Guill as he remembered the power he'd felt with only the briefest of touches. It had been intoxicating, and his blood thrilled at just the thought of it. "The Captain. Her memories will be…exquisite."

*The time is 0700. The time is 0700. The time is 0700.*

"Com-computer…turn off…alarm," Kathryn ground out, squeezing her eyes shut at the pulsating pain behind her eyes. "And dim lights…by fifty percent."

*Unable to comply. Cabin lights are currently at zero percent.*

"Damn," she muttered. "Reduce audio volume by fifty percent."

*Command acknowledged.*

Slowly, she stretched her arm out to her side only to feel it drop to the floor, her fingertips brushing the carpet. Carefully lifting her head, Kathryn realized she was lying face down on the couch in the front room of her quarters. "What the hell?"

Against her better judgment, Janeway reached up to the top of the back of the couch and pulled herself up and around until she was able to slump into a sitting position. Her head pulsed, and she had to close her eyes for several minutes, taking deep breaths, and hoping like hell the contents of her stomach would remain in their rightful place. She tried to think what she could have possibly done to feel this bad and came up with nothing. Swallowing thickly, she addressed the computer, "Computer…did I leave the ship…last night?"

*Affirmative.*

"What time…did I return…to my quarters?"

*Kathryn Janeway entered her quarters at 0330.*

Opening her eyes again but still with reservation, she took in the fact that she was still wearing her boots and uniform. She raised an unsteady hand to her comm. badge. "Janeway to the bridge."

*Kim here. Go ahead, Captain.*

She flinched at his eager and exceptionally loud voice and could only guess at how her voice must sound to him. "Ensign…did I check in with the bridge last night…upon arriving back on the ship?"

He hesitated in his reply, making her feel more than slightly foolish for having to ask. She could only hope that Tom hadn't arrived early for his shift, knowing he'd make a point to get in a smart remark about it later.

*There are no call records to indicate that, Captain.*

She frowned, trying to concentrate on what prompted her to leave. "Did I receive any comm. traffic last night?"

*Let me check…yes, ma'am, you received an incoming message from the planet at 2035, and transporter logs show you leaving the ship at 2055.*

Bless him for including that last bit of information without her having to ask for it. "Thank you, Harry. Janeway out." She looked warily across the room at her desk terminal and decided against moving just yet. "Computer, replay message received at 2035 last night, audio only."

*Captain Janeway, good evening. Based on our previous discussion, I believe I have found a trader with the particular item that you were looking for. He is willing to meet with you to discuss options. He will be available this evening at 2100. We will look for you at the trading center of town.*

Hearing the voice of the trader Guill, Janeway remembered leaving her quarters and heading for the transporter room, but then…nothing. But why? And why did her head feel like it was going to explode? As much as she hated to consider it, she would have to make a trip down to sickbay. The fact that she had gone down to the planet and remembered nothing for the apparently six hours that she was down there was much too troubling.

She groaned and laid her head back; Chakotay would have a fit when he found out about this.