Blast From The Past
Disclaimer: Don't own 'em, just like playing in other people's sandboxes.
Rating: T for language, depressing content, government conspiracies, and habitual cutting
Characters: Zack Allen, Stephen Franklin, Talia Winters, Amy Steelman (OFC), Jeffrey Sinclair, Susan Ivanova, Michael Garibaldi, Delenn, Lennier, G'Kar, Londo Mollari, Vir Cotto
Description: When a derelict ship is found drifting through normal space, Babylon 5 rescues it, but can they rescue the sole survivor from depression after nearly two and a half centuries of cryostasis?
A/N: This is the first story of the Amy Steelman saga, so strap in tight! Admittedly, I was influenced by 2:05 "The Long Dark" but…in my defense, I think it would've been cooler if it had been someone from our time, someone that hadn't been a volunteer, and that's how the whole idea for Amy came about. No big conspiracies about the Shadows yet, but believe me, it's coming. Reviews are love, people!
Prologue
Sergeant Zack Allen stared at the comatose woman through the window inside Medlab, shaking his head. She had been injured before being placed in cryostasis, but none of her injuries had been life threatening, which was a mystery to everyone involved on the station. And the ship she had arrived on was a mystery in itself—there had been several cryotubes, but most of them had malfunctioned and the occupants died. To make matters more confusing, the ship's origin was Earth, circa 2059, but there were no records of the spacecraft in any files on Earth history. Even Earthdome had no files on the craft.
Dr. Franklin cleared his throat, breaking Zack's train of thought as he turned to look at the doctor. He was wearing a strange expression, like amusement and frustration had melded into one.
"Any change, Doc?" The doctor shook his head, but the expression never left his face as he studied the security officer.
"Not yet. I've been keeping her in the coma to prevent her moving too much before her injuries have a chance to heal…somehow, I get the feeling that she won't wake up peacefully when she finds out what year this is."
"Well, two centuries is a long time to be out of it," Zack replied, turning his gaze back to the woman that had occupied his thoughts and his spare time. He had no idea why he was so drawn to her; he had never known anyone that looked remotely like her, and he had no idea what kind of personality she had. All he knew was that she was a puzzle he felt like he had to solve.
"Look, go get some sleep," Dr. Franklin told him, giving Zack a strong cuff on the shoulder. "I'll let you know if there's any changes."
"You'd better," Zack muttered as he watched the doctor enter the room and check her vital signs for what seemed like the millionth time. He watched for a moment longer before turning on his heel and heading back to his quarters to catch some sleep before his next shift. Her ship had arrived nearly two weeks before; there was no way he could describe why he was so interested in her condition, but it had been present since she was first rolled past him by doctors.
As he rode the transport tube to his level, he tried to focus on sleep, but she kept invading his thoughts. Dr. Franklin had told him that morning that he was planning on waking her from the medically induced coma the following day so that her muscles wouldn't atrophy, but he had promised to alert Zack as soon as she was awake. That thought carried him back to his quarters and stayed with him as he showered and got ready for bed.