Here's the next chapter of Star Trek: Anomaly! This is the last chapter. :) It's been a great run. Despite the confusing timeline. XD I know I said that I was going to make this longer than the last one, but I couldn't think of anything more to add to this chapter. :( I hope you guys still like it, though.

I'd also like to thank snowdrop for her reviews over the course of this story. :)

Here we go!

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While the Doctor is using whatever data is salvageable from the data module to develop a cure for the virus, Lt. Commander Weymire is trying to bring the Enterprise's systems back online so we can download the ship's logs. Mi'Ya, Ensign Reed, and I are with her just in case. The others returned to the Crisis before Weymire beamed over.

We're in Engineering right now, watching the access points as Weymire screws around with a power conduit. She's down below with Reed while Mi'Ya and I watch the door for intruders.

"This stuff is so outdated," she says, as she connects several wires together. "It's a wonder I haven't electrocuted myself yet."

"It was state of the art, back then," Reed says, irritation in her voice.

"Our ship can go almost twice as fast as Enterprise," Weymire continues, ignoring Reed.

"How's it going with getting power online?" I ask.

"Very slowly," Weymire replies.

Reed lets out a huff. "Maybe you would have better luck if you weren't so critical of this ship."

"What's that supposed to mean?"

"Focus!" Mi'Ya snaps. Then she starts coughing up a storm. I walk over to her.

"You should go back to the Crisis," I say. "We already lost the Captain. We can't lose you too."

"There are other officers," Mi'Ya retorts. "If I die, there will be others to command."

"But no one else really has any experience in command," I say. "Some, yes, but I don't think anyone else is ready to take the mantle if we lose you. Go back to the Crisis."

"Fine," Mi'Ya growls out. "But my Andorian heritage dictates that you're now in my debt, pink-skin."

"I'm sure I can repay it," I say.

Mi'Ya rolls her eyes. Then she taps a button on her biosuit. "Commander Shran to Crisis. Lock on to my signature and beam me to Sickbay."

Within moments, she's beamed back to the ship. I turn back to Weymire, who just got the power back on.

"Well," Weymire says, "this'll be one for the history books."

"Let's get to the bridge so we can establish the uplink," I say as Weymire and Reed climb up the stairs.

"Yes," Reed says through gritted teeth. "Let's." Just as she reaches the top of the stairs, she buckles over and clutches her abdomen in pain. I rush over and help her up. I press the button on my biosuit.

"Aracane to Crisis," I say frantically, "lock onto Ensign Reed's signature and beam her directly to Sickbay!"

Just as I let go of Reed, she dematerialises. She's back on the Crisis.

"I guess we keep moving," Weymire comments. I just nod and we walk to the exit.

. . .

"My parents were right when they said I sucked at doing anything with 22nd-century technology," Weymire tells me as she and I try to establish an uplink with the Crisis. "I barely got this transceiver working."

"Less complaining," I say as I plug in a cord to the console Weymire is at, "and more working."

"Well you're positive company."

"The sooner we get this working, the sooner we can get back to the ship, and the sooner we can get treated for this disease."

Weymire ignores my comment. We work a few more minutes and Weymire let's out a cry of triumph. "We did it! Uplink established!"

"Great," I say, not sharing her enthusiasm. "Now let's head back."

"What's your problem?" Weymire asks. This rubs me the wrong way.

"Oh, I don't know," I say sarcastically. "Maybe the fact that we lost close to a quarter of our crew in the past two days and that my mother is dying right now, and that we're all being eaten alive by these freaking microorganisms!"

Suddenly I start coughing. Blood and spit comes out of my mouth and splatters on the inside of my helmet. My head feels dizzy, and my vision is clouding over. I feel sick, like I want to throw up.

"Oh no." Weymire taps her biosuit. "Weymire to Crisis! Beam me and Aracane directly to Sickbay!"

. . .

Thankfully the Doctor developed a cure for the disease. Sort of. It's more of a vaccine of sorts, since it helps the body learn how to fight the infection. We're now immune to the disease for good.

Ensign Reed and I had to go into surgery for internal bleeding. Mi'Ya's lungs were damaged due to the disease, but it wasn't serious enough for surgery. She was very lucky. Right now, we're on the bridge getting ready to watch the Enterprise's logs on the viewscreen. We're still recovering from the disease- especially since the lesions on my hands won't stop itching- but after a heated argument between Mi'Ya and the Doctor, he relented.

Due to damage to my brain because of the disease, my telepathic abilities are pretty much gone for good. It feels very strange. I feel almost blind, without that ability. I don't like that feeling.

And my mother is okay. A little worse for the wear, but she's getting better. She still has some issues with her memory, though. And that worries me. A lot, actually.

Mi'Ya has us watch the most recent log made by Archer. On the viewscreen, his face appears, looking bloody and covered in sweat. Smoke is in the air around him.

"Captain's Star Log, May 7th, 2157... or would I call it that? With what we've been through for the past year...

"As stated in my previous log, we've been sent back in time to the mid-twentieth century by a strange temporal anomaly. Not much later, we encountered a wormhole that brought us to the Delta Quadrant. We were attacked by ships. At first, we always won. But they adapted. They've been attacking us for a year. We barely managed to escape the last attack. Most of my crew is dead. T'Pol... Trip... even Porthos didn't make it.

"I have a message for-"

The log, which has been damaged, ends there. Only static remains. The screen is blank. We stand there, umoving, trying to comprehend.

"They went back in time..." Mi'Ya murmured. "But... that never happened... none of the history books ever mentioned this incident."

Suddenly my console beeps. I look at the sensors. "Odd... I'm picking up an anomalous reading... it's twenty thousand kilometres ahead. And it's getting closer."

"On screen," Mi'Ya orders. On the screen, it appears. It glows a bright yellow, with a soft green at the edges.

"There are high amounts of chroniton particles in there," I say. "I suggest we get out of here."

"Agreed," Mi'Ya says. "Take us to maximum warp, back to the wormhole."

"The engines are not responding," Seven, who is at the helm, responds.

Within moments, the anomaly engulfs the ship. I look at the sensors. "There isn't just chroniton radiation in here. There's a whole bunch in this anomaly... and the amount of irradiated particles is increasing. Two hundred particles per square metre... three hundred... five hundred..." And then it's gone. The anomaly. "The anomaly is moving off."

"I think that's the least of our problems," Mi'Ya responds, staring at the viewscreen. I look up.

Enterprise NX-01.

"They're hailing," the comm officer says.

"On... on screen," Mi'Ya orders. The comm officer complies.

On the screen, Archer's face appears. "This is the Starship Enterprise. Who are you?"

"This is... this is... the U.S.S. Crisis," Mi'Ya stammers. "It's... we're in a pickle. How may we be of assistance?"

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Okay, so I didn't get the Doc/OC pairing done in this story, but I'm working on a project that should do something about that. :) It's a sequel, of sorts. Anyway, again, it's been a great run. See you all again soon!

Live long and prosper.