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AN: This is an idea that I have been kicking around for the quite a while. The eventual goal is to have a series of stories with each one including a new fandom. There will be NO explicit sexual content in any of these stories. I am doing my best to keep everyone in character. After all, I am only borrowing these characters and I would like to return them in the same condition I got them.

The ancient ship spun ominously on the view screen. The fuel had long since been spent, but the momentum had kept it moving through space for the last three hundred years. The sensors had read the composition of metals that made up the hull. After analyzing the information, the science officer had declared the craft's origin to be earth.

Captain Riker turned back toward the view screen. He considered the craft still floating, making its way through the universe. He couldn't believe that this vessel had traveled hundreds of light years in just a mere two centuries. Not only that, but the fact that it hadn't been destroyed by a commit or crash landed on some planet along the way seemed impossible.

He looked over his shoulder at his science officer. "Are you sure, Mr. Torik?"

The Vulcan looked again at his instruments. "Yes, Captain. Based on the materials used and the apparent age, not to mention design, I am certain that this craft was launched from Earth in the twenty first century."

Riker's years in Starfleet had made him wary. Too many things seemed out of place. This far from Earth, sitting in a relatively empty part of space, away from the eyes and the ears of most of the universe, this ship seemed a little too much like food under a box. If they grabbed for it, someone might pull the stick out from under it.

"Captian," it was the first officer, "What're you thinking?"

Riker turned to the Klingon, "Worf, do you remember about twenty years ago, we found something like this near the Neutral Zone?"

"I do remember," Worf typed in a few commands at his control panel, "It was star date four one nine eight six point zero. Do you think this could be the same thing, another vessel designed to keep people cryogenicly frozen?"

"I don't know," Riker said, folding his arms, "But I'd like to take a look."

The lingering sound of the transporter faded away as Commander Worf and Lieutenant Torik looked around the cramped interior of the ship. The air was breathable, but tasted stale. Torik pulled out his tricorder and took preliminary scans of the area. The entire interior seemed to be dedicated to whatever it was in the center of the room. A large, metal tube about six meters around, took up most of the room. There seemed to be a door on the front, but it had a manual interface. A small wheel was mounted on the exact center of the door.

"It appears to be made of titanium," Torik said, "It is half a meter thick."

Worf visually scanned the tube, trying to discern it's purpose. "Are there any life signs?"

"There is something, though I cannot tell what. It is some kind of energy reading, similar to a life form, but not like one I've ever seen."

"Some kind of alien?" Worf suggested "Something we haven't encountered before?"

"Unlikely," Torik answered immediately, "This craft was launched from Earth two hundred years ago. It is doubtful that there is a species that Humans encountered before they had warp drive that we wouldn't know about."

Worf put his hands on the wheel and turned it. The ancient metal squealed in protest, but gave way to Worf's Klingon strength. The mechanism ground into place and the door swung open. The inside had no lights. As Worf stepped aside, Torik aimed his tricorder at the doorway. New readings appeared on the screen. The temperature read at one degree below zero, likely caused by the nitrogen gas pouring down from the vents in the ceiling. The gas made it impossible breath in the room. Worf turned on his flashlight, took a deep breath, filling all three of his lungs, and stepped into the room.

Inside was bare save for a table in the center. Worf aimed his light at the top of the table. Strapped to it, completely naked, was what appeared to be a human male with platinum blond hair.