Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek.
Inspired by "Hero" by Skillet.
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Worf glared at his surroundings. A cherry tree forrest, petals of varying shades of pink drifted to the rippling surface the lake. The lake he stood upon.
Among the fruit trees were half a dozen cats in yellow uniforms darting around and swatting at the blossoms.
Growling in frstrasion, Worf continued deeper into the forrest. He kept his eyes on lake water beneath his feet, clear and bright, for any sign of the Captain.
For awhile, when he was at the edge of the forrest where the trees were sparse and before the ground had given way to liquid, he'd still been able to hear through his own ears. He could hear everything that was happening to and around his body.
He'd heard his voice reading aloud sensor readings someone had taken of his brain. The readings were similar to those of Captain Picard's. At this moment the Captain was in a coma in sickbay.
But if the readings were similar, and given what had happened to his own body, Worf believed there was a connection. And if he was here, in this confusing place, then perhaps to was the Captain.
...
Now far beneath the surface of the lake, Worf spots a school of orange fish swarming what appears to be the Captain's chair.
With a frown of determination, he hurries his pace.
Reaching the chair he scatters the fish only to find a porcelain plate on the chair. Brows pinched, he lifts the plate to investigate it.
"Mr. Worf?"
Worf whirled around, "Captain!"
"Are you here for tea?" Picard asked, holding a tray of teacups. Hiding behind him, a young girl held an ornate clay teapot. "I'm sorry there won't be any cookies. I told my daughter not to leave them out where the goldfish-"
"Daughter?!"
"There's no need to shout, Mr. Worf."
Breathing in slowly, something that puzzled him given their current location, Worf attempted to calm himself. "Captain, there's something you need to know."
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Elsewhere...
The young ensign rushed into his quarters, locking the door behind him.
BANG! BANG!
Flinching away from the doors, he backed quickly away from the door, eyes darting around the room.
BANG! BANG! Creeeaaaak!
Spotting a tricorder on the table he ran to grab it. Only to be grabbed by the collar and tossed to the ground.
Above him stood a haggared Liutenant Worf. Teeth bared, he said, "I can't let you do that, Wesley. We both know your aptitute for technology."
Wesley stared up in fear and tried to crawl away.
"I might have left you alone before, but you just had to keep digging." He enphasized his words by stepping on Wesley's leg and grinding his heel in.
"I'm so sorry this has to happen, but I can't have you giving me away."
He removed his foot only to pull the boy up by his hair. Wesley hissed in pain, gripping by the hand that held him.
"This is going to hurt." He pulled a knife out and twirled it in his fingers, "Do you want to know what pain tastes like? You're life has been so easy thus far, it would be cruel to leave you ignorant to such pleasure."
Wesley pulled and squirmed, ignoring the pain on his head, fighting to get away.
The bigger man brought the knife closer to Wesley's face, making him freeze. "It's not bitter as you would expect. No, it is sweet. Like candy."
The jagged blade caught the light in a sinister glint.
"And I'm about to show you just how much."