This is an attempt to cross the world of Charmed with the world of Star Trek. I hope it goes as well as I planned it to…
This story has a reference to my earlier story entitled The Story of my Life. It is not necessary for you to have read it though.
Also, you don't need to be a fan of Voyager to enjoy this, but it does help.
Hope you enjoy it and please give me lots of feedback to fuel my writing. The more I know people wanna read it, the faster I will write.
Charmed.
Till reality do us part…
Chapter 1: New hobby?
It was lunchtime on campus and the place was buzzing. All around people were talking, laughing and having a good time. Phoebe had just bought herself a plate of pasta-salad and some bottled water and was now headed for the table where she had spotted her new friends. She had meet these people some weeks ago and after running into each other frequently and having some nice chats, they had decided to form a study group. Now Phoebe was approaching the table and watched as her group was laughing very hard at something.
"Hey guys, what's so funny?"
"Oh hi Phoebe. Alyson just did a really funny Seven of Nine impersonation."
"Seven of who?"
"You know, Seven, from Star Trek Voyager."
"Oh, I don't watch Star Trek."
The table fell silent and they all looked at her like she had just grown a third eye in the middle of her forehead. And with all the strange things that had happened to her and her sisters over the last couple of years, she thought for a moment that maybe she had. She had to fight a strong urge to feel her forehead.
"You don't watch Star Trek?"
"No, why? Is that some sort of crime?"
"Well no, I guess not, but it should be. Do you have any idea what you're missing?"
"No, good is it?"
Sarah looked at Phoebe, then at Alyson. She looked very serious.
"Aly, I think your gonna have to give me my tape back again, Phoebe needs it more then you. I´ll bring you a new copy tomorrow."
* * *
When Prue entered the Manor the sweet smell of Pipers special apple-pie filled her nostrils. She smiled as she threw her coat over the coat-rack along with her purse and entered the kitchen. When she did, she saw Piper wearing her apron just taking the pie out of the oven.
"Hey, how's my favorite sister?"
"Forget it Prue. This pie is for Phoebe and nobody gets to touch it before she gets home. And that means you…"
"What did Phoebe do to deserve this honor?"
"She's getting the results from that really big test today, remember! I thought this might cheer her up when she got home if she did badly, and be a good reward if she did well."
"I had a really tough photo shoot today, what do I get?"
"You get to wait till Phoebe gets home, and then you get pie!"
Prue made a sad face and stuck out her lower lip. Piper removed her apron and threw it on the counter with a side-glance at Prue.
"Don't pout Prue. It doesn't go with what you're wearing."
At that moment the front door slammed and they heard their younger sister calling.
"Anyone home?"
"In the kitchen."
Seconds later Phoebe entered wearing a big smile. She held out a piece of paper to Piper who stood nearest to her. Piper took it and looked at it. It had a big red A marked on it.
"Phoebe, you got an A, I'm so proud of you. And you were worried that you might not pass…"
"I know, I can hardly believe it. Those all-nighters really paid of."
"And I have just the right reward for you. I made you some…"
Pipers voice trailed of as she turned to see Prue standing next to the pie with a fork already munching away… Prue looked up and caught Pipers eye.
"What? She's home, isn't she?"
* * *
Later that night Phoebe was sitting in her room watching the tape with the Voyager episodes Sarah had lent her. She was surprised to learn that she actually liked this. After a while she really got into it. The plots were interesting and the characters were engaging. She found it had to stop watching and after a while she started to drift of from exhaustion. The last thing she remembered was smiling when she heard Seven utter the words: "Fun will now commence." Then everything was still.
* * *
Souta watched the sleeping form of the witch from her place in the astral plane. She had been one of the witches responsible for killing her brother Ralow and now the time for revenge had come.
She studied her still running TV devise with some curiosity. She would put her a place where she could do no harm to her and or any of her kind.
* * *
Even before Phoebe opened her eyes she knew that something was wrong. The surface beneath her was evenly flat and semi-hard and her head was pounding like someone had put a sledgehammer to it. She opened her eyes and sat up at the same time. A pair of strong hands prevented her from falling right down again. She followed the arms upward until she came to a face. She then found herself starring into warm brown eyes that belonged to a young man of Asian heritage. He looked oddly familiar.
"Where am I? Who are you?"
"I'm Ensign Harry Kim from the Starship Voyager. You're on one of our shuttlecrafts."
That statement made Phoebe start a bit. But as she looked around she did recognize the settings from the fictional show of Star Trek Voyager.
"Uh oh…" Phoebe mumbled under her breath…
To be continued…