Ain't No Fae in the Milky Way
© 2013 Kiwi Girrrl
Acknowledgements
Thank you; Gene Roddenberry for creating the endearing and enduring Star Trek franchise; Rick Berman, Michael Piller, and Jeri Taylor for creating the Star Trek: Voyager series; the script writers, for the obvious reasons.
Special thanks to the actors; Kate Mulgrew (Kathryn Janeway), Jeri Ryan (Seven of Nine), John de Lancie (Q) and Zoie Palmer (Dr Lauren Lewis) for their portrayal of their characters.
To have 'authentic' stardates I used the 24th Century calculator found on the TrekGuide website (trekguide_.com_/Stardates_.htm) because trying to figure it out on my own was doing my head in. Last by not least, thank you Memory Alpha for help with the treknobabble.
Disclaimers
Star Trek: Voyager and Lost Girl characters are used without permission.
All additional characters created for the purpose of this story have come from my imagination and any resemblance to characters in Star Trek, Lost Girl or persons living now or in the past is purely accidental.
Rated M – The following story contains mild erotica between consenting adult women.
Author's Note
This story has not be beta-read so may contain errors. Feel free to drop me a PM if you find an error and I'll correct it, I'm pedantic that way.
Now that is out of the way, I hope you enjoy reading this story as much as I did imagining and writing it.
Chapter 1
Ensign Tom Paris staggered into sick bay supporting a wounded crewman with third degree plasma burns to his face and hands.
"Doctor." he called as they hasten across the main treatment room towards a biobed, there is no response.
"Doctor, we need you." Tom called into the silent room, looking toward the doctor's empty office, he frowned. "That's weird, he's usually chomping at the bit for a little medical emergency." he said aloud but to himself.
"Computer, activate the EMH"
Unable to comply. Came the impersonal response from the ship's computer.
"Great, I don't have time for this." he said as he helped the wounded crewman onto the nearest biobed. "Well it looks like I'll be your doctor today Jerry." he said, the crewman writhing in pain was his only response.
Picking up the nearest medical tricorder, Tom began to scan the crewman's injuries. After quickly administering a hypospray to ease the crewman's pain, he picked up a dermal regenerator and started working on repairing the plasma burns. He was almost finished when the doctor's familiar opening words are spoken behind him.
"Please state the nature of the medical e-mer-gen-cy." a distinctly female voice states. By the time the statement is delivered, the woman's tone has risen to a question, the pitch almost to a squeak, and the last word is spoken slowly, each syllable separated and distinct.
"Gee Doc, have you been tinkering with your vocal sub-routines again?" he asked without turning around, still concentrating on treating the crewman's burns. "If it's gonna malfunction after such a short phrase, I think it still needs a little work. I'll get B'Elanna to take a look at it for you later. Although I gotta say it's definitely an improvement over your last attempt." he teased, smiling to himself as he remembered the last time the doctor had tried to re-program his voice.
"There you go Jerry, good as new." he gave the crewman's arm a comforting little pat and helped him off the bed, then he turned around expecting to talk to the doctor.
To say that Tom was not prepared for the sight that greeted him would be an understated understatement. His mouth dropped open and his eyes widened as he looked at the beautiful woman standing in the middle of the room where the doctor should have been.
Long dark blonde hair, with highlights the colour of straw, fell gracefully past her shoulders with just the hint of a natural wave. Two delicate brows arched over stunning large brown eyes that sparkled from the multitude of lights in the room. A straight nose, bracketed by delicate cheekbones, pointed down to a perfect bow shaped upper lip, matched by fuller lower lip, to form a very attractive kissable mouth. All this was framed in a long face with strong chin and well defined jaw line.
She wasn't very tall, only about 170 centimetres tall in his estimation, but the height was very nicely distributed. He couldn't see very much under the strange white overcoat she was wearing, but she was wearing a tight top that fastening in the front, and it looked like she had curves in all the right places. Her legs, encased in heavy blue tight trousers, were long and shapely. Jeans. The word suddenly popped into his head from nowhere.
Jeans? Nineteenth to Twenty-first Century attire? Why would she be wearing archaic clothing? He asked himself. I'm starting to think this is not just a case of the doctor changing his program. I don't think he'd change himself into a woman, no matter how attractive she is. Has a hologram escaped from the holodeck and taken his place? I hope not. Tom was starting to get very confused. I should get B'Elanna to run a full diagnostic as soon as possible. Thinking about his girlfriend B'Elanna Torres, Voyager's Chief Engineer, was enough to jolt Tom out of his inner musings and into action.
He looked over at the crewman beside him and saw he was struck deaf and dumb much the same way as was himself up until a short while ago. Just before he opened his mouth to speak, his doubts threw one last curve ball at him.
What if she is not a hologram at all?