Title: Dauntless: Forgotten Heroes (1-3/?)
Author: Shadowlander
Email: Shadowlander1@gmx.net
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters commonly associated with Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Star Trek: The Next Generation, or The Uncanny X-Men and their sister team the New Mutants; they belong to others and are used without permission. No copyright infringement is intended.
Archive: If anyone really wants to archive this one go for it just let me know where it's going.
Dedication: To Quin who told me it couldn't be done - and naturally I just had to prove him wrong about it. To Bill and Carol who not only liked the idea but continued to demand more detailed notes about the series. And to Kimber - this just may be the fic I get grounded over. ::rotfl::
Spoilers: Everything is fair game - but mostly it's an alternate universe piece, just further proof that I do not handle boredom well.
Summary: Three alternate universes have come together to form one, now one ship and crew have to fix it.
DAUNTLESS: FORGOTTEN UNIVERSE (1-3/?)
"Please tell me you are here to relieve me?" Douglas Ramsey asked the tall dark haired woman that just stepped off of the turbo lift and onto the bridge, mischief clear in his blue eyes as he suppressed a tired yawn. He hated night watch especially when it was his turn to supervise the monitoring of some random dwarf star in a remote sector of space. Eight hours of watching a nameless star make colourful designs on his sensor board, while he wasn't absolutely sure, he just knew watching paint dry would be a hell of a lot more entertaining.
Cordelia Chase stopped in her tracks, cocking her head to one side to regard the young man, "Actually... no", she said in a sickeningly sweet voice enjoying the defeated groan she got in return. She just couldn't help herself sometimes Doug was just too easy to torture, almost as fun as that loser back at the Academy... Harris something or other.
"Just kill me now," he replied banging his head on his console in defeat, just what he needed another eight hours of staring at meaningless energy emissions from a star he had secretly begun calling "the death dwarf".
"Cordy, quit torturing him, he's had a rough night," Kitty Pryde said with a laugh from the helm station, "Blinky has been the most uncooperative of dwarf stars lately. Doug is almost positive it was telling dirty jokes about a tribble, a targ and a Romulan last night." She teased referring to Doug Ramsey's unique ability to understand any written or spoken language, which was a reason most of the crew called him Cypher.
Whatever Cordelia was going to say was interrupted by a shearing pain shooting through her skull, as if someone was hitting her repeatedly over the head with a photon torpedo. With a strangled cry she collapsed to the ground, her fall only being broken by Doug as he spun out of his seat and caught her before she hit the deck.
"What the hell is going on?" Commander William Blood demanded jumping over the tactical railing that separated the upper bridge containing the weapons, engineering and environmental stations from the rest of what was jokingly called the "pit" containing the helms and operation stations. He had been quietly listening to the three banter back and forth before shift change, something that had become almost a ritual on the ship. While it may not have been strictly by the book, it did help to bring the rather young crew together as a team.
"Not sure... we were just talking", Ramsey replied checking for a pulse with one hand.
With a groan Cordelia opened her eyes settling her gaze on the Commander leaning over her. "Spike," she whispered in fear before passing out.
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Sickbay -
"She called you Spike?" Captain Erik Lensherr questioned his long-time friend with an arched eyebrow. Unsure what to make of the recent turn of events, he had been in his ready room going over the mountain of reports from Starfleet Command that always seemed to pile up on his desk when he wasn't looking, when the call of a medical team to report to the bridge sounded over the ship's intercom.
"Aye mate", came the reply from the Commander, "no one has called me that in over fifteen years, not since we shut down Maggie Walsh and her little Initiative program." He finished with a sneer, his hatred for the long dead woman and her "genetic experiments" clear in his voice.
"I know old friend and no one outside of the Brotherhood even calls you by that name now," the white haired Captain agreed with a nod, forcing aside memories of the inhuman experiments conducted in the name of science by the deceased Walsh. He had lost a lot of good friends thanks to that woman and her mad plan to make humans the most powerful species in the galaxy. He still woke up at night reliving the day his best friend died in his arms thanks to that woman. He had sworn that day to get them all out of that hellhole and shut the lab down for good. Because he was a mutant Walsh had reserved the most heinous experiments for him, trying in vain to reproduce his talent of magnetism. "That name has never been spoken on this ship... so where did Cordelia hear it?" he wondered aloud, knowing that Starfleet Security had classified the whole incident determined to keep the unsanctioned project far from the public's eyes as possible. More out of respect for the people that lost their lives thanks to the renegade scientist, then to cover their own failure in not discovering and shutting down the program before Erik Lensherr led a revolt capturing the lab and all the scientists.
"There is more mate, Rahne says the chit was terrified of me," William Blood reported shifting uncomfortably at the thought. While he did like to be feared, he was the great big bad after all, he didn't like that fear coming from "his" kids, the cadets in the Academy's "hands-on" training program. Torturing ensigns and green JGs was another matter, they were supposed to know that was going on, and were fair game for the legendary temper of William "Spike" Blood. Besides he knew full well that his Captain would have no problem with beaming him into the nearest sun if he even thought of giving the cadets too much of a hard time during their first deep space mission.
"Terrified?" Erik questioned his silver gray eyes hardening a bit. "Did you?" he asked making a motion with his hand over his face.
"No! That insane first officer of ours would put holy water in my blood if I even thought about growling at the kids," came the response, "besides I'm not in all that big a hurry to get a suntan." No matter how many times he was told that the personal force field surrounding him would protect him from the effects of direct sunlight, he was still a bit leery about actually moving around in board daylight, a little nagging voice in the back of his head telling him that the field could fail and he would be a walking torch in seconds.
For the first time in several hours Lensherr found himself smiling at his friend's words. 'I have a vampire as tactical officer', he told himself once again awed by the fact that not only do the legendary creatures of the night really exists; but one of them is like a brother to him. "Don't worry William, I'll protect you from the wrath of Natasha Yar."
"Oh sure... like she's afraid of you", the white- blonde haired Commander replied with a smirk. Knowing full well that the human first officer wasn't scared of any mutant, alien, demon, or vampire, no matter how powerful they were. While apart of the centuries old vampire respected that about the human, another found if infuriating. Especially when he would attack her in full game face and she would still wipe the deck with him, sometimes he was sure she had to be a Slayer. She just had to; no human was that strong without a little help from some supernatural force.
Doctor Beverly Crusher looked up as the Captain and the vampire approached her, noting once again how much the two really did look related to one another. 'Must be the hair and eyes', she reasoned before shaking off her wondering thoughts.
"How is she?" Lensherr asked coming to a stop beside the bed holding the young woman in question.
"She's in a near catatonic state... almost like she is under some kind of telepathic attack", the auburn haired doctor reported in a steady calm voice, putting her hands in her medical jacket. It never failed if you wanted to be in the coldest place on a starship go to sickbay it was always a degree or two cooler there.
"Telepathic attack? Cordelia is not a mutant or even part Betazed", the Captain commented with a frown.
"And she has no sign of being psychic either, but she is showing all the signs of experiencing some type of telepathic communication... her brainwaves are off the scale", the chief medical officer commented gesturing to the bio-sensor mounted to the wall over the head of the bed.
"What the devil is going on?" Lensherr questioned his eyes hardening as he looked at the near meaningless display for a moment. Someone or something was attacking a member of his crew and he didn't like it... he wanted answers and he wanted them now.
"Maybe I can explain that", a new voice said as a stranger appeared in the nearly empty sickbay effectively getting everyone's attention. Out of instinct the vampire called William Blood let his demon face surface taking a defensive posture between the three humans and the stranger. A deeper growl following his, as the young, medic who had been coming around the corner from one of the labs, shifted forms from human to werewolf ready to pounce at a moments notice onto the intruder.
"Security to sickbay!" Crusher called out moving closer to her patient to protect her from the intruder who was dressed rather outlandishly.
"I assure you that I'm not here to harm anyone... my name is Whistler and I need your help."
"You did this to one of our crew and THEN you want our help!" Commander Blood growled in outrage, his demon roaring for the blood of the garishly dressed creature in front of him. Out of the corner of his yellow/gold eyes he could see the werewolf, Rahne moving into position ready to take the intruder down at his signal.
"Steady", Lensherr ordered expending his magnetic force field around the bed its occupant and the doctor ensuring that they would, at least, be safe if there was going to be any fighting. "You have five minutes... make sure you get to your point for boarding my ship without permission."
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{Security to Sickbay}
Commander Natasha Yar looked up from the science station with a frown as the words sounded over the ship's intercom. 'Now what?' she asked herself, quickly closing out the screen she had been looking over of the latest readings from the dwarf star they had been monitoring. Within seconds she was looking at a new screen, this one displaying what was happening in sickbay, sometimes it was good being the first officer.
"What is that supposed to be?" the security officer, manning the tactical station, questioned having also accessed the onboard security monitoring logs from his post. "Commander the intruder appears to be human," the officer reported after a moment, "a rather colour blind human." He couldn't help but add, wondering if humans really did dress like that or if the intruder was some type of deviant that escaped from a mental asylum.
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Sickbay -
The vampire growled lowly at Whistler, absently noting that the intruder looked like something out of an old pornographic movie from the late 1970s. The security chief hated that decade, considering disco to be one of the most heinous forms of torture ever devised by mankind, and to think it was his kind that was considered to be evil. "Out with it you wanker, I haven't eaten today," he growled, eager to drain the walking fashion disaster after he amused himself with torturing him for a couple of hours first. Granted the ship's doctor may not be too happy about all the blood and mangled corpse he would leave behind, but Spike was pretty sure he could distract the redhead with a smile or two.
Rahne Sinclair settled into a crouch ready to pounce, her enhanced senses working in overdrive; trying to assess the influx of information coming at her from all directions. The air was heavy with the scent of magic, 'White magic', she noted almost absently, cocking her head to one side to observe the dissipating portal Whistler had stepped through to get on the ship. As for Whistler himself, the young werewolf noted the faint glow around the oddly dressed little man, to her senses he radiated a power that seemed to be a cross between good and evil.
"I was sent by The Powers That Be, they want you're help in fixing something", Whistler said, after a moment silently cursing his luck in getting this assignment, he just knew that these people he was supposed to be working with were going to be difficult.
"And that would be?" Magneto asked, growing impatient and if he was getting restless, he knew that Spike and Rahne were just about ready to jump out of their respective skins and kill something or someone.
"The universe", came the soft-spoken reply.
Silence reigned in sickbay for nearly a minute, "Okay, can I kill him now?" the vampire asked suitably unimpressed.
"Explain," Lensherr growled, choosing to ignore his security chief for the moment. While on one hand he was more then willing to feed this intruder to the vampire, on the other he would be no closer to finding out what was happening to Cordelia if he did. His first responsibility was to his crew, besides he could always let the vampire have him later, once Cordelia was on her feet again.
After a deep breath to steady himself, he just knew it was going to be a long day, Whistler began, "Approximately ten thousand years ago there was an accident... something that should of never of happened, happened. Five very powerful demons from across time joined forces and tried to overthrow TPTB; only they failed. Instead of replacing the Powers they tore a hole in the space/time continuum that had disastrous effects. Three universes were instantly destroyed because of this, as a quick fix TPTB combined the remnants of the three universes into one, to stop further contamination of the space/time continuum. This reality is the result of the tear, this ship and crew are not supposed to exist."
"This git is out of his damn mind", William Blood growled, deciding that he was going to kill the badly dressed interloper slowly and painfully, already picking out the rail road spikes from his vast collection to do the torturing with. "He still hasn't explained what he did to Chase... let me and Rahney have him for a bit, we'll get some answers out of him."
"In her proper universe, Cordelia Chase works for TPTB, she is a seer that acts as the link to the Powers for a souled vampire trying to find redemption for his past crimes. In order for you to fix this mess, you are going to need a link to the Powers as well..."
"And Cordelia gets volunteered", Beverly Crusher cut in with a sneer, crossing her arms over her chest and giving Whistler a dirty look. "Although I doubt she is going to be much use to us like she is right now." She didn't care about any accidents that happened ten thousand years ago or the fact that the life she was living was apparently wrong, all that mattered was that one of her patients was in a near catatonic state. She was half tempted to let the vampire torture and kill the little man, hell she may even watch and take notes.
"Her current condition is due to the interference of one of the demons that caused this mess in the first place. The last thing the five demons in question want is for all of this to be fixed, to go back and face judgment for their acts."
"And exactly where can we find this dead little demon?" Spike interrupted with an evil look in his eyes. 'We kill the bugger responsible for putting Cordelia in sickbay, then this worthless git', he decided firmly.
"Cordelia will be the one to lead you to him and all the others, but first..." Whistler said, indicating the unconscious young woman on the bed with a nod of his head.
"If you can get her out of her current state do so... but slowly one false move and you will pray for death", Lensherr growled, after a moment seeing no other way out of the strange situation he and his crew had just been placed in by these mysterious Powers That Be.
Whistler moved over to the bed, careful to keep his hands in plain site knowing without a doubt that the vampire and werewolf would be more then happy to tear him apart. Waving his hand over the still form on the bed, the badly dressed little man give Lensherr a little grin and disappeared in a flash of light, leaving a furious master of magnetism and two creatures of the night determined more then ever to have his head, behind.
"I am beginning to hate him", Rahne growled, her eyes flashing with barely contained rage.
A movement on the bed got everyone's attention as Cordelia slowly drifted back toward consciousness. "Hmmm... what happened?" she questioned after a moment wondering how she got in Sickbay, the last thing she remembered was being on the bridge about to relieve Doug Ramsey at the Operations Station.
End Parts One - Three.
Author: Shadowlander
Email: Shadowlander1@gmx.net
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters commonly associated with Buffy the Vampire Slayer, Star Trek: The Next Generation, or The Uncanny X-Men and their sister team the New Mutants; they belong to others and are used without permission. No copyright infringement is intended.
Archive: If anyone really wants to archive this one go for it just let me know where it's going.
Dedication: To Quin who told me it couldn't be done - and naturally I just had to prove him wrong about it. To Bill and Carol who not only liked the idea but continued to demand more detailed notes about the series. And to Kimber - this just may be the fic I get grounded over. ::rotfl::
Spoilers: Everything is fair game - but mostly it's an alternate universe piece, just further proof that I do not handle boredom well.
Summary: Three alternate universes have come together to form one, now one ship and crew have to fix it.
DAUNTLESS: FORGOTTEN UNIVERSE (1-3/?)
"Please tell me you are here to relieve me?" Douglas Ramsey asked the tall dark haired woman that just stepped off of the turbo lift and onto the bridge, mischief clear in his blue eyes as he suppressed a tired yawn. He hated night watch especially when it was his turn to supervise the monitoring of some random dwarf star in a remote sector of space. Eight hours of watching a nameless star make colourful designs on his sensor board, while he wasn't absolutely sure, he just knew watching paint dry would be a hell of a lot more entertaining.
Cordelia Chase stopped in her tracks, cocking her head to one side to regard the young man, "Actually... no", she said in a sickeningly sweet voice enjoying the defeated groan she got in return. She just couldn't help herself sometimes Doug was just too easy to torture, almost as fun as that loser back at the Academy... Harris something or other.
"Just kill me now," he replied banging his head on his console in defeat, just what he needed another eight hours of staring at meaningless energy emissions from a star he had secretly begun calling "the death dwarf".
"Cordy, quit torturing him, he's had a rough night," Kitty Pryde said with a laugh from the helm station, "Blinky has been the most uncooperative of dwarf stars lately. Doug is almost positive it was telling dirty jokes about a tribble, a targ and a Romulan last night." She teased referring to Doug Ramsey's unique ability to understand any written or spoken language, which was a reason most of the crew called him Cypher.
Whatever Cordelia was going to say was interrupted by a shearing pain shooting through her skull, as if someone was hitting her repeatedly over the head with a photon torpedo. With a strangled cry she collapsed to the ground, her fall only being broken by Doug as he spun out of his seat and caught her before she hit the deck.
"What the hell is going on?" Commander William Blood demanded jumping over the tactical railing that separated the upper bridge containing the weapons, engineering and environmental stations from the rest of what was jokingly called the "pit" containing the helms and operation stations. He had been quietly listening to the three banter back and forth before shift change, something that had become almost a ritual on the ship. While it may not have been strictly by the book, it did help to bring the rather young crew together as a team.
"Not sure... we were just talking", Ramsey replied checking for a pulse with one hand.
With a groan Cordelia opened her eyes settling her gaze on the Commander leaning over her. "Spike," she whispered in fear before passing out.
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Sickbay -
"She called you Spike?" Captain Erik Lensherr questioned his long-time friend with an arched eyebrow. Unsure what to make of the recent turn of events, he had been in his ready room going over the mountain of reports from Starfleet Command that always seemed to pile up on his desk when he wasn't looking, when the call of a medical team to report to the bridge sounded over the ship's intercom.
"Aye mate", came the reply from the Commander, "no one has called me that in over fifteen years, not since we shut down Maggie Walsh and her little Initiative program." He finished with a sneer, his hatred for the long dead woman and her "genetic experiments" clear in his voice.
"I know old friend and no one outside of the Brotherhood even calls you by that name now," the white haired Captain agreed with a nod, forcing aside memories of the inhuman experiments conducted in the name of science by the deceased Walsh. He had lost a lot of good friends thanks to that woman and her mad plan to make humans the most powerful species in the galaxy. He still woke up at night reliving the day his best friend died in his arms thanks to that woman. He had sworn that day to get them all out of that hellhole and shut the lab down for good. Because he was a mutant Walsh had reserved the most heinous experiments for him, trying in vain to reproduce his talent of magnetism. "That name has never been spoken on this ship... so where did Cordelia hear it?" he wondered aloud, knowing that Starfleet Security had classified the whole incident determined to keep the unsanctioned project far from the public's eyes as possible. More out of respect for the people that lost their lives thanks to the renegade scientist, then to cover their own failure in not discovering and shutting down the program before Erik Lensherr led a revolt capturing the lab and all the scientists.
"There is more mate, Rahne says the chit was terrified of me," William Blood reported shifting uncomfortably at the thought. While he did like to be feared, he was the great big bad after all, he didn't like that fear coming from "his" kids, the cadets in the Academy's "hands-on" training program. Torturing ensigns and green JGs was another matter, they were supposed to know that was going on, and were fair game for the legendary temper of William "Spike" Blood. Besides he knew full well that his Captain would have no problem with beaming him into the nearest sun if he even thought of giving the cadets too much of a hard time during their first deep space mission.
"Terrified?" Erik questioned his silver gray eyes hardening a bit. "Did you?" he asked making a motion with his hand over his face.
"No! That insane first officer of ours would put holy water in my blood if I even thought about growling at the kids," came the response, "besides I'm not in all that big a hurry to get a suntan." No matter how many times he was told that the personal force field surrounding him would protect him from the effects of direct sunlight, he was still a bit leery about actually moving around in board daylight, a little nagging voice in the back of his head telling him that the field could fail and he would be a walking torch in seconds.
For the first time in several hours Lensherr found himself smiling at his friend's words. 'I have a vampire as tactical officer', he told himself once again awed by the fact that not only do the legendary creatures of the night really exists; but one of them is like a brother to him. "Don't worry William, I'll protect you from the wrath of Natasha Yar."
"Oh sure... like she's afraid of you", the white- blonde haired Commander replied with a smirk. Knowing full well that the human first officer wasn't scared of any mutant, alien, demon, or vampire, no matter how powerful they were. While apart of the centuries old vampire respected that about the human, another found if infuriating. Especially when he would attack her in full game face and she would still wipe the deck with him, sometimes he was sure she had to be a Slayer. She just had to; no human was that strong without a little help from some supernatural force.
Doctor Beverly Crusher looked up as the Captain and the vampire approached her, noting once again how much the two really did look related to one another. 'Must be the hair and eyes', she reasoned before shaking off her wondering thoughts.
"How is she?" Lensherr asked coming to a stop beside the bed holding the young woman in question.
"She's in a near catatonic state... almost like she is under some kind of telepathic attack", the auburn haired doctor reported in a steady calm voice, putting her hands in her medical jacket. It never failed if you wanted to be in the coldest place on a starship go to sickbay it was always a degree or two cooler there.
"Telepathic attack? Cordelia is not a mutant or even part Betazed", the Captain commented with a frown.
"And she has no sign of being psychic either, but she is showing all the signs of experiencing some type of telepathic communication... her brainwaves are off the scale", the chief medical officer commented gesturing to the bio-sensor mounted to the wall over the head of the bed.
"What the devil is going on?" Lensherr questioned his eyes hardening as he looked at the near meaningless display for a moment. Someone or something was attacking a member of his crew and he didn't like it... he wanted answers and he wanted them now.
"Maybe I can explain that", a new voice said as a stranger appeared in the nearly empty sickbay effectively getting everyone's attention. Out of instinct the vampire called William Blood let his demon face surface taking a defensive posture between the three humans and the stranger. A deeper growl following his, as the young, medic who had been coming around the corner from one of the labs, shifted forms from human to werewolf ready to pounce at a moments notice onto the intruder.
"Security to sickbay!" Crusher called out moving closer to her patient to protect her from the intruder who was dressed rather outlandishly.
"I assure you that I'm not here to harm anyone... my name is Whistler and I need your help."
"You did this to one of our crew and THEN you want our help!" Commander Blood growled in outrage, his demon roaring for the blood of the garishly dressed creature in front of him. Out of the corner of his yellow/gold eyes he could see the werewolf, Rahne moving into position ready to take the intruder down at his signal.
"Steady", Lensherr ordered expending his magnetic force field around the bed its occupant and the doctor ensuring that they would, at least, be safe if there was going to be any fighting. "You have five minutes... make sure you get to your point for boarding my ship without permission."
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{Security to Sickbay}
Commander Natasha Yar looked up from the science station with a frown as the words sounded over the ship's intercom. 'Now what?' she asked herself, quickly closing out the screen she had been looking over of the latest readings from the dwarf star they had been monitoring. Within seconds she was looking at a new screen, this one displaying what was happening in sickbay, sometimes it was good being the first officer.
"What is that supposed to be?" the security officer, manning the tactical station, questioned having also accessed the onboard security monitoring logs from his post. "Commander the intruder appears to be human," the officer reported after a moment, "a rather colour blind human." He couldn't help but add, wondering if humans really did dress like that or if the intruder was some type of deviant that escaped from a mental asylum.
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Sickbay -
The vampire growled lowly at Whistler, absently noting that the intruder looked like something out of an old pornographic movie from the late 1970s. The security chief hated that decade, considering disco to be one of the most heinous forms of torture ever devised by mankind, and to think it was his kind that was considered to be evil. "Out with it you wanker, I haven't eaten today," he growled, eager to drain the walking fashion disaster after he amused himself with torturing him for a couple of hours first. Granted the ship's doctor may not be too happy about all the blood and mangled corpse he would leave behind, but Spike was pretty sure he could distract the redhead with a smile or two.
Rahne Sinclair settled into a crouch ready to pounce, her enhanced senses working in overdrive; trying to assess the influx of information coming at her from all directions. The air was heavy with the scent of magic, 'White magic', she noted almost absently, cocking her head to one side to observe the dissipating portal Whistler had stepped through to get on the ship. As for Whistler himself, the young werewolf noted the faint glow around the oddly dressed little man, to her senses he radiated a power that seemed to be a cross between good and evil.
"I was sent by The Powers That Be, they want you're help in fixing something", Whistler said, after a moment silently cursing his luck in getting this assignment, he just knew that these people he was supposed to be working with were going to be difficult.
"And that would be?" Magneto asked, growing impatient and if he was getting restless, he knew that Spike and Rahne were just about ready to jump out of their respective skins and kill something or someone.
"The universe", came the soft-spoken reply.
Silence reigned in sickbay for nearly a minute, "Okay, can I kill him now?" the vampire asked suitably unimpressed.
"Explain," Lensherr growled, choosing to ignore his security chief for the moment. While on one hand he was more then willing to feed this intruder to the vampire, on the other he would be no closer to finding out what was happening to Cordelia if he did. His first responsibility was to his crew, besides he could always let the vampire have him later, once Cordelia was on her feet again.
After a deep breath to steady himself, he just knew it was going to be a long day, Whistler began, "Approximately ten thousand years ago there was an accident... something that should of never of happened, happened. Five very powerful demons from across time joined forces and tried to overthrow TPTB; only they failed. Instead of replacing the Powers they tore a hole in the space/time continuum that had disastrous effects. Three universes were instantly destroyed because of this, as a quick fix TPTB combined the remnants of the three universes into one, to stop further contamination of the space/time continuum. This reality is the result of the tear, this ship and crew are not supposed to exist."
"This git is out of his damn mind", William Blood growled, deciding that he was going to kill the badly dressed interloper slowly and painfully, already picking out the rail road spikes from his vast collection to do the torturing with. "He still hasn't explained what he did to Chase... let me and Rahney have him for a bit, we'll get some answers out of him."
"In her proper universe, Cordelia Chase works for TPTB, she is a seer that acts as the link to the Powers for a souled vampire trying to find redemption for his past crimes. In order for you to fix this mess, you are going to need a link to the Powers as well..."
"And Cordelia gets volunteered", Beverly Crusher cut in with a sneer, crossing her arms over her chest and giving Whistler a dirty look. "Although I doubt she is going to be much use to us like she is right now." She didn't care about any accidents that happened ten thousand years ago or the fact that the life she was living was apparently wrong, all that mattered was that one of her patients was in a near catatonic state. She was half tempted to let the vampire torture and kill the little man, hell she may even watch and take notes.
"Her current condition is due to the interference of one of the demons that caused this mess in the first place. The last thing the five demons in question want is for all of this to be fixed, to go back and face judgment for their acts."
"And exactly where can we find this dead little demon?" Spike interrupted with an evil look in his eyes. 'We kill the bugger responsible for putting Cordelia in sickbay, then this worthless git', he decided firmly.
"Cordelia will be the one to lead you to him and all the others, but first..." Whistler said, indicating the unconscious young woman on the bed with a nod of his head.
"If you can get her out of her current state do so... but slowly one false move and you will pray for death", Lensherr growled, after a moment seeing no other way out of the strange situation he and his crew had just been placed in by these mysterious Powers That Be.
Whistler moved over to the bed, careful to keep his hands in plain site knowing without a doubt that the vampire and werewolf would be more then happy to tear him apart. Waving his hand over the still form on the bed, the badly dressed little man give Lensherr a little grin and disappeared in a flash of light, leaving a furious master of magnetism and two creatures of the night determined more then ever to have his head, behind.
"I am beginning to hate him", Rahne growled, her eyes flashing with barely contained rage.
A movement on the bed got everyone's attention as Cordelia slowly drifted back toward consciousness. "Hmmm... what happened?" she questioned after a moment wondering how she got in Sickbay, the last thing she remembered was being on the bridge about to relieve Doug Ramsey at the Operations Station.
End Parts One - Three.