This story is based on a dream I had.
Disclaimer: All TNG and DS9 characters and ships are not mine. Anything unrecognizable is mine.
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Time Prophecy
"Well, when are we going to Scotland?" my friend, Eva, asked.
It was the last day of school. My friends, Eva, Lloyd, Zach, Sherri, and Brian, and I were allowed to go to Scotland for a month, without our parents. Lloyd and I were fifteen, Sherri and Eva were sixteen, and Zach and Brian were seventeen.
"Next week sounds good." Sherri took out a train schedule. "There's a train that leaves at two PM next Friday."
Sounds good," the rest of us said in unison.
Then the bell rang for last period.
"Meet at the tennis courts?" asked Lloyd.
"Of course," I replied.
Finally, after an hour and a half, the last bell rang. I ran out of the building and was the first one at the tennis courts. Soon after, Lloyd, Sherri, and Brian arrived. Then Eva and Zach five minutes later. Both had their arms full of art projects they had done throughout the year.
The six of us were typical military teens. Our families were stationed at Lakenheath and Mildenhall air force bases in England. We all lived in the same neighborhood off-base and we hung out together in the near-by British town.
After checking in at home and dropping off our backpacks, we went into the town. We did our usual routine of checking out the stores and walking through, talking about various things. The one thing we always looked out for was Seifer's gang.
Seifer was a sixteen-year-old British boy. He wouldn't have been so bad to run into on his own, but he hung out with older guys who didn't have a problem with beating people up. At least we'd only had verbal confrontations with them.
I glanced down an alley as we passed by it. What I saw made me stop in my tracks. Three people were standing near the back of the alley, talking. That wouldn't have been so strange if it hadn't been for what they were wearing. They all had on some kind of uniformed jumpsuit. The pale-skinned and the brown-skinned one had wore yellow and black ones. The younger one, who looked about sixteen, wore a grey one.
"Tegan, my friends called. "Come on."
Usually, I wasn't this curious, but I really wanted to know about these three. I was drawn to them. So I told my friends, "Go on without me, I just remembered that I have to be home in fifteen minutes."
"What for?" Brian was the first to ask.
"My parents are going out soon and I have to watch my sisters."
Alright," said Zach. "See you tomorrow. We'll be sure to tell you if we run into Seifer."
"Bye," I called out before turning back to the alley.
The three strangely dresses guys were still there, talking. I walked down the alley to them. They noticed me when I was fifteen feet away.
"Can we help you?" the brown-skinned one asked. A cool-looking device covered his eyes. It looked like futuristic sunglasses. The pale-skinned one had yellow eyes. All three seemed out of place.
"It's a bit early for Halloween," I told them.
They looked at eachother, then my clothes, then their own clothing.
"Oh…well, this isn't for Halloween," said the boy.
"Then what are they for?" I asked.
"Do you know where we are?" the pale man asked, avoiding my question.
"Lakenheath Village, England," I answered.
"And the date?"
"June twentieth."
"The year?"
"2006. Why do you ask?"
"We didn't know," responded the brown man. "We were in an accident a couple of days ago."
"Well, you three obviously need help. And… I'm willing to give it to you. What are your names?"
"Wesley Crusher," said the boy.
"Geordi LaForge," said the brown-skinned man.
"Data," answered the pale one.
"Data?" I echoed. "That's it? No last name?"
"Correct. I have no surname."
"Interesting. You're going to have to think of one. I assume that none of you have any money."
"Your assumption is correct," Data replied.
"Man, have I hit the jackpot," I muttered. I paced for a moment, thinking out loud. "You can't go walking around like that. I'm going to have to get you clothes. But from where…?" I stopped pacing. "Of course. Alright. You three stay here and look as inconspicuous as possible."
"Where are you going?" asked Wesley.
"To the military base. You can't come because you don't have security clearance. I'll be back in half an hour. Just don't move."
I came back half an hour later with a bag full of clothes from the military clothing drive. I took Data, Geordi, and Wesley to the nearby McDonald's to change. We went back to the alley after they were done.
The clothes that I had picked for them fit perfectly. I was glad my mom had given me tips to getting clothes for people who weren't with you.
The three of them looked good. Wesley had on blue jeans with a green t-shirt. Geordi wore jeans with a dark red shirt. Data had black jeans with a neutral grey shirt so that his unnaturally pale skin wasn't too noticeable. But something still wasn't right.
"Wesley, you're fine. Data, you can easily pass for an albino, but I can't really do anything about your yellow eyes. If anyone asks, just tell them that you wear yellow contacts. Geordi…" I paused to take out a pair of sunglasses. "You can't wear whatever is on your eyes. They look like really cool, futuristic shades. You'll end up getting jumped for it."
"Jumped?' Geordi asked.
I raised my eyebrows at his question. "Beat up or possibly killed for something someone wants that you have."
"Oh. Well, in that case," Geordi said before taking off the device.
When he did, I saw that his eyes were milky white. "Are you blind?" I asked.
"Since I was born," Geordi confirmed.
"But, you were alright when we went to McDonald's. And you looked right at me when we met," I replied in disbelief.
"I… I'm a test subject for this new medical technology. The visor helps me to see," Geordi said.
"Really? Still, I would suggest that you not wear it. At least in public."
The blind man nodded. Then I noticed two glowing red electronic things on the sides of his head, near his ears.
"Geordi, may I touch your face?" I asked.
He nodded. I gently brought my hands to his face next to his eyes and let my fingers trail back to the electronic 'bumps'.
"What are these?" I asked.
"They keep the visor in place," was his answer as he took my hands in his and removed them from his head.
I gave him the sunglasses and turned back to Data and Wesley.
"I don't believe you told us your name," said Wesley.
"Tegan Lanson," I replied. "Now, we have to figure out where you'll stay."
"Why not with you?" inquired Data.
I let out a short, barking laugh. "I rarely even bring my friends over. It would be pretty weird if I brought home three complete strangers." I looked at my watch. "Mr. Barbier should be home in a couple of hours. We can see if he'll let you stay until we can find a more suitable place for you," I suggested.
"Who is Mr. Barbier?" asked Geordi.
"He's my band teacher at school. He lives in this town. He's a good guy. I'm certain he'll help you out."
"We will agree," replied Data.
"Good. We have a couple of hours. Let me take you somewhere."