Welcome to the home of the Star Trek: Voyager fanfiction series Fifth Voyager. It is based on the premise that every time a decision has to be made or time travel alters the past, a new alternate dimension is created for the changes to play out in. The change that separates Fifth Voyager and Star Trek: Voyager lie in the new characters.

Here is where you'll find all of the completed stories/episodes of the series in chronological order. The series is divided into two; the main seasons and the three prequel seasons titled "B4FV". You can start anywhere you like, of course.

If you'd prefer to read the main seasons first/only OR read the seasons in the order they were originally released, start with Aggression in Season One.

Here's the simplest "release order" I can think of which avoids the most spoilers;

Fгўjl: Shift.2.unleashed.v1.01.zip ... -

Elias tried to brake for the Karussell curve, but the pedal pushed back. His own hands began to steer against his will. On the screen, the driver’s hands in the game weren't wearing racing gloves anymore. They were pale, scarred, and familiar. They were his hands.

The car was idling on a digital recreation of the Nürburgring, shrouded in a fog so thick it looked like unrendered static. Elias gripped his leather-wrapped steering wheel. It felt unnervingly warm. He shifted into first gear and floored it. FГЎjl: SHIFT.2.UNLEASHED.v1.01.zip ...

A text box flickered at the bottom of the screen, written in the same corrupted font as the zip file: "V.1.01: Shift completed. You are the data now." Elias tried to brake for the Karussell curve,

At 3:14 AM, the notification finally chirped: Download Complete. They were pale, scarred, and familiar

Elias unzipped the file. Instead of the usual mess of .dll and .bin files, there was only one executable: Unleash.exe. He clicked it. His monitors flickered, the room darkening as the secondary screens lost power, funneling every watt into the main display. A cockpit view appeared, but there were no menus, no music, and no "Press Start."

Should the story become a about the file's creator?

He glanced at the rearview mirror. There was another car—a shadow-black version of his own—mimicking his every twitch with predatory precision. It wasn't just following his line; it was anticipating his mistakes before he made them.