It had been a good couple of days. Tom and Harry had repaired the damage done by the secret. The pilot might think he's crazy but he'd stick by him no matter what. That certainly made things easier.

They'd also found the minerals they needed in just the right amount to not overload the shuttle. Harry had to grin as they started toward the rendezvous point. He was glad he'd come but he couldn't wait to get home.

Suddenly the console began to beep. Before he could figure out what it was, his world went black.

*****

Harry blinked up into bright sun light. Suddenly a shadow fell across his face. Looking up he saw a man he'd never seen before. Not sure why, he took the hand that was offered to him.

As he rose to his feet, he realised that he was standing on a hill. Looking down, he saw the house from the dreams. He turned back to the man beside him.

Oddly purple eyes, stared into his. There was something famaliar about this stranger, but Harry would hope that he'd remember someone with eyes like that.

"Who are you?"

"Who do you think I am?"

Harry sighed. He really wasn't in the mood for games. So he pulled a Tuvok and raised one eyebrow.

The stanger grinned. "Who I am is unimportant. Why I'm here is."

He couldn't help rolling his eyes. It was one thing to hide something. Another to be so annoying about it. As if it wasn't obvious what he was doing.

The stranger sighed. "You've always been too perceptive. That is why you created this place, as a retreat."

Harry frowned. "I don't understand."

The stranger smiled sadly. "Yes, you do. You are just being difficult."

"What do you mean 'too preceptive'?"

Eyes settled on him for a long moment before he got an answer. "You see things in people that most don't, like Libby. Most men would have never seen through her game."

Harry turned away. "That doesn't prove anything."

The stranger moved to sit on a rock. "What about your father and your juliard instructor?"

Harry shifted uncomfortably. His father had used his talent to hide his affair and Mrs Leland had threatened him. He'd only been eight at the time, but he'd fixed her. He'd simply switched from the obo to the clarinet.

"And the StarFleet recruiter?"

He didn't even think about that one. "Okay, I give up, but what does *he* have to do with it?" He nodded toward the house, where music had been turned on.

"You've always seen the expectations that people have for you. You mother wanted you obedience. Your father you're silence. Libby your name. StarFleet your loyalty. Janeway, your ingenuity."

Harry closed his eyes. "So?"

"You've always been able to give them what they wanted because you've never had to give up much of yourself. He's different. He makes you want to give all."

He turned to look at the stranger. What he said was true. "Then why is it only a dream?"

"You may be ready, emotionally, but mentally you're scared. You beleive that everyone wants something from you. Life on Voyager hasn't helped that. Everyone needs everyone else if you want to get home."

Harry frowned deeply. "I don't understand."

"You've created a place where you are free of obligation. Where there is nothing but what you want. A place where only he exists."

Harry sat heavily in the grass beside the stranger. This wasn't what he'd expected. "Do I really love him or is it the fantasy?"

"You love him. Whether or not he is as you've dreamed is irrelevant. He is the only one you can give everything to."

He put his face in his hands. This was a lot to take in. "Why are you telling me this?"

"Harry, this isn't an ordinary dream. You'll remember everything when you wake up. You are ready to know the truth."

He got to his feet and took off toward the house. It was time to face his lover.

"Wait!"

The stranger stood behind him. Harry looked over his shoulder. His face was full of worry. "You're not ready for that. If you go in there, you may not see what is truely in your heart."

He'd had enough. If this was really a creation of his imagination then he'd do what he wanted. He kept going.

"Harry! Don't do this! You're not ready."

Truely mad he ran the rest of the way to the door, the stranger calling after him the entire way. He wretched the door open.

It banged against the wall, drawing his lover's attention away from the book before him. Harry stood frozen in the doorway, as he rose to his feet and came toward him.

"Harry, what's wrong?"

*****

"NO!!"

Harry bolted up right in the sick bay bed. He would have moved to his feet if the Doctor hadn't grabbed his shoulders.

Wide, frightened eyes darted around the room. He took in the concerned expression on Tom's face as he looked over from a nearby bed. Janeway and Chakotay entered just then and he could see how startled they were to see him like this.

It barely registered in his stunned brain.

Suder???