A Familiar Face
Chapter I
Yeah, I know. Wesley. I know not many people will read this, but I just want to let you all know that I have made certain changes to Wesley's personality to make him... well... less of a weenie or Marty-Stu (male Mary-Sue for those who are unaware) So, here's the basic theory that wouldn't be discussed because nobody knows about it other then Wes:
Wesley Crusher found out he had the ability to time travel at the age of 19 (around SD 47751), when he was last seen... or so the story goes. My slight AU version is that while galavanting around the galaxy (lol, Q reference. XD) Wesley, being silly like he usually is, decided to take a trip to his father's time, braking the rather 'Prime Directive'-esque rule of ALL time travel EVRR: "Do not interfere with the advancement of time, especially if it includes your parents, grand parents and so on." Obviously someone didn't watch Back to the Future, eh Wes? So, as punishment, they stripped him of his powers and sent him back to the instant he was about to resign (They're not cruel. They gave him a chance to re-live his life). Of course, knowing where he was and what would happen if he resigned (i.e.: No future, living out of a cardboard box sorta thing) he politely took it up the ass and moved on. Though later his rash actions toward Picard in "Journey's End" were explained away with hormones and extreme stress. Trust me, he had to grovel forever to get that to work. Anyhow, Wesley grew up to be a Lieutenant (Junior Grade) at the age of twenty with some help and suggestions from Picard and one purple heart (SD 50095.5). So, that what happened to explain away the whole "WOOO! I'M A TIME TRAVELING, ANGTY TEEN WITH SUPER INTELLIGENCE!! WHEEEE! Marty-Stu-Marty-Stu-Marty-Stu" Anyhow, there's more! Read the fanfic, and thanks for reading so far and not going back to that YouTube Video of Wesley being bitch-slapped.
-StormesJay
Station Log; Stardate: 50437.2; A badly damaged merchant vessel has docked at the base. Though they are requesting our help, they are requesting that we stay off of the sixth level, due to construction. Luckily, my security officer, Constable Odo, has convinced the Klingon crew to allow otherwise, seeing as some of the damage is based on that level. I am, however, suspicious of the crew of this vessel. They seem to be acting strange. I have sent a boarding team including Officer Kira Nerys, Chief Medical Officer Bashir Bashir, and Constable Odo. Hopefully they can get to the root of the crew's strange behavior and settle my nerves...
Kira slowly made her way onto the ship, followed by Bashir and a very observant Odo. The Klingon's did not appear to be officers, just merchants. Even though Klingon's are known for their distrust of any other race, they were successfully being distracted by other members of the DS9 crew. They all mounted the turbolift, and with Odo's command, the lift headed for the sixth level. As the door opened, it revealed guards in front of the doors. Though there were very few of them, they had every door on the level secure.
Bashir approached one of the guards, "Where are the injured on this level?"
The Klingon didn't say a word, but pointed in the direction of a group of injured. The doctor made his way to the group, pulling out his medical scanner along the way.
Kira noticed a large amount of guards focused around one door, "Hmph, strange." She walked over to Bashir's area, "How are they?"
"Well, two of them have serious burns, the other two have puncture wounds. We need to get them to the infirmary right away." He stood. The power flickered before the lights dimmed. Almost all of those in the room raised their heads to the ceiling in surprise, "What... was that?" Bashir asked before his medical scanner gave a loud blip. He looked down at the scanner's monitor screen, staying silent. A sudden look of confusion crossed his face. The lights flickered back on.
"Doctor?" Kira raised a brow, "Is something wrong?"
Bashir quickly looked up and over to her, "Oh, nothing... Take these men to sickbay. They need emergency medical attention."
Bashir looked up from his monitor as Sisko entered, "Bashir, you wanted to see me?" Sisko approached the Chief Medical Officer.
"Yes. When you sent me to investigate the sixth level of the merchant vessel I found some strange readings." He looked back to his monitor, "Look, sir."
Sisko leaned down, looking at the readings. They definitely weren't Klingon. He had seen them before. These readings looked very similar to his own. The readings were human. He furrowed his brow, looking to the doctor, "... Human?"
Bashir nodded, "On an entirely Klingon manned vessel. It happened when the power was shut off on the ship." he stood as the captain straightened his back, "It occurred on the sixth level. We have to hurry. From the information I got, they've been injured seriously."
"The level they wanted us off of... Right. That means that their using a cloaking device to his the human. Go and prepare to leave with a boarding team to the ship. We'll run a full scan of the level. Thank you, Doctor." Sisko exited the infirmary. He knew his feeling was correct. They were hiding something from him, something important. He tapped his communicator as he walked, "Sisko to Odo, prepare a security boarding team for the Klingon merchant vessel. Preform a search on the sixth level."
"Aye, sir."
"You have no right to do this!" the captain of the vessel roared, "This is an invasion of our privacy!"
Odo glared at the Klingon, "By having both traces of a human and cloaking device aboard you vessel you have given us full authority to search this level. If you refuse, I will have you arrested and your ship confiscated." The captain raised his head with a seething sneer. Odo proceeded to the precise area where the scans were received. He stood in front of the guards, who didn't budge an inch. He looked back to the captain, his eyes ablaze with authority. The captain paused before signaling the guards to back away from the door.
"But, sir!" One of them said back.
"Follow your orders..." The captain growled back. The two guards reluctantly stepped out of the way.
Odo gave a quick nod to the now disgruntled group before turning back to the cold metal door. He allowed three other officers to pass him and begin working on unlocking the door. Chief O'Brien, one of the officers brought aboard, began to work on the door as well, letting out the occasional grunt of frustration that the entire crew had become accustomed to. He raised his head a few moments later, "We have it, sir." The others stood as well. Bashir lifted his head worryingly, hoping there was still hope for the person trapped inside.
Odo nodded, "Open it."
With the order, the air lock tight door pulled open, revealing a dimly lit work room. Bashir followed in after Odo and the others, paying close attention to the rooms accommodations. There was a rather hard and uncomfortable looking bed, a toilet, a mirror, and a filthy sink. The shelved of the room were absolutely covered with half made inventions and slices of metal. Bashir's scanner went off making him turn to the corner of the room. A shadowed figure sat, propped against the wall, "Odo, look."
Odo turned as the figure pushed itself to its feet, "You're here? I mean you're really here? I'm not seeing things?"
Bashir lifted his hand, "Yes, we're real." He kept his hand out, prepared to take the figure's for support.
The figure nodded slowly, stepping out of the shade, "Good." The first thing Bashir noticed were the scars, bruises, and open cuts that littered his face, arms, and legs. Two sealed scars stretched across the left side of his face, one from the bridge of his nose to his jaw line, and the other starting above on his cheek and meeting the other at it's end. He scars on his arms looked like wounds that had been caused by sharp blade having been drawn across from the other side. He gave a weak stare, his deep grey eyes seeming hallow of any energy. Clutched tightly in his right hand was a pair of leather gloves with white metal plating, "Because it took you long enough..." He fell forward, being caught by O'Brien, Odo, and Bashir.
They lowered him to the ground gently O'Brien taking notice of his features, "I know this man!" His eyes were wide in surprise, "This is Lieutenant Wesley Crusher!"
Bashir looked over to O'Brien, "Doctor Crusher's son...?" he looked back to the weak and pale young man.
Okay, so there's the first chapter. I know what you're thinking, "Wesley, beaten, bruised, older... this must equal a bucket of ANGST..." But trust me! It gets better.