Love across Time
Chapter one
Meeting
Commander Autumn Simmons was not one to be proud, however, she'd made history to be the first woman to be second in command aboard the US battleship Enterprise. She had few friends, simply because a vast majority of sailors under her command were angry with her. Why should a mere woman, the grand daughter of a Japanese immigrant, get to be in command when they'd been here twice as long as she had?
Still, they followed her commands. She may look small and frail, but this tiny woman proved that dynamite came in small packages.
One evening, Autumn had retired to her quarters in hopes of finishing the book she'd started. She loved classics, especially Alexander Dumas. His story "The Count of Monte Cristo", she found very intriguing.
After three long years of being stationed in Afghanistan, she was finally going home. Home to her parents in Geneva, Alabama.
She was still day dreaming about the life in a small town when the alarm went off. She threw her book on the bed and ran to the bridge of the ship.
"Commander on the bridge," a petty officer called, announcing her presence.
Autumn walked towards the captain. "Sir. What's the alarm? Are we being attacked?"
"No, number one. Weather Eye out of Atlanta says we're heading into a very nasty hurricane. The worst one they've seen in thirty years. Worse that Katrina. We're preparing to turn her around until the storm passes."
Autumn looked at her commanding officer. She'd heard fear in his voice. Worse than hurricane Katrina? Katrina nearly succeeded in destroying the southern part of the U.S. She ran to the helio deck. She stopped a sailor. "Tie these helios down and secure the rigging. Once you've done that, make sure everyone is off this deck. There is the risk of a rogue wave. I don't want to lose a single person aboard this ship!"
"Aye, Ma'am." The officer went on to do as she'd told him.
Suddenly she heard some one shout, "Rogue wave!"
She turned around and saw the biggest wave she'd seen in years. It had to be a twenty footer at least.
Before she could get a head run back to the bridge, she was knocked off her feet and thrown into the choppy ocean. She never even heard one of the officers yelling, "Commander overboard!"
Trying to stay afloat, Autumn tried to swim towards the ship. However, every wave that hit her, swept her further and further away from the ship.
What seemed like an eternity later, exhaustion set in. She'd swallowed more ocean water that she could remember. As she was pulled beneath the water by a strong under current, she saw a strange glow directly beneath her. Was this what it was like when you were going to die? At least she would die in honor, a service to her country. She let the darkness surround her.
The ship finally stopped shaking and was on a smoother course.
"Mr. Data," A balding man said in a tone that carried with it a hint of British ancestry, "Status report."
The pale android said in a monotone, "We've passed through the time displacement field. Sensors indicate no loss of life or damage to the ship. We are on our original course to Space Station seven. We will arrive in exactly forty two hours, seven minuets, and thirty nine seconds."
The man grinned. Leave it to Data to calculate everything down to the millisecond.
Suddenly a voice said, "Engineering to bridge."
The man said, "Go ahead, Mr. Laforge."
"Captain, something has materialized here in transporter room three. I think you need to see it."
"I'm on my way." turning to the bearded man sitting next to him, he said, "Number One, you have the bridge." Then he turned to a tall muscular man who couldn't have possibly be human. "Mr. Worf, come with me."
"Aye, sir."
When the two arrived in transporter room three, the ship's medical officer, a pretty red head was already there.
"Dr. Crusher," The captain said, "What do we have?"
"A woman. And she's soaked."
"Captain Picard," A black man with a strange looking visor on his face said, "She materialized as soon as we left the time displacement field. If I were a guessing man, Sir, I would guess that she's not even from this century."
Picard raised an eyebrow. "What makes you say that, Mr. Laforge?"
"Her necklace. She's wearing what were called dog tags. I've only read about these while studying in the academy. They were a means of identifying a member of the armed forces."
"Mister Worf, Carry our guest to sick bay. Dr, alert me the moment she wakes up. I want to talk to her."
"Jean-Luc," Doctor Crusher said, "What is that you want to know?"
"I want to know what she's doing aboard the Enterprise. Why she's dressed in primitive clothing. How did she get here and why she's soaking wet."
Crusher nodded and followed Worf to sick bay.
As the girl opened her eyes, she saw the face of a demon. She was in hell. She whispered something in a language Worf had never heard before. She then passed out. The unfamiliar dialect caused a shiver to go up and down the spine of this no nonsense Klingon.
Autumn saw the face of a demon looking down at her. Is this what it was like to be in hell?
"If I face you now, Oh great warrior demon, it is with honor," she said in her native Japanese tongue. Then she black out again.