Disclaimer: All characters, except Amy, and the basic situation (Federation, a lost starship, etc) belong to Paramount. The lyrics belong to Northern Songs. This story is a work of fiction and for entertainment only; I received no compensation for writing this.
Let It Be (chapter 2)
Why's my bed so hard? Harry Kim wondered as he slowly woke. He tried to open his eyes and groaned as bright light hit them. "Computer! Lights off!" he croaked. Nothing happened. Huh, wonder what's wrong with the computer, he thought and started to reach for his com badge. "Bea'lana will want to know about this," he muttered. His motions stopped when pain shot down his arm. Squinting against the bright light, Harry opened his eyes and looked at his arm. Bright red blood covered his arm and the remains of the sleeve of the uniform. Harry stared at his arm in shock. Before he could react, a warm, furry mass jumped on him. Harry screamed as the creature started to lick his face. He managed to force the creature off and struggle to his feat. As his overly tired brain tried to figure out which direction to bolt in, he realized that the licking creature was a dog. Harry did a double take.
"What the hell's a dog doing here?" he said out loud. "And where the hell is here?" The adrenaline that had entered his blood stream when the dog appeared wore of quickly as Harry realized that he wasn't in danger. With out the aid of the hormone, Harry was unable to remain on his feet and sunk to the ground. Harry glanced around, he was in a field that was bordered by a forest on three sides and a steep hill on the other.
The dog whimpered and nudged Harry's shoulder. That slight push nearly knocked Harry over. Harry grabbed the dog for support. The dog licked his face, turned its head, and let out a loud bark. Harry suddenly realized that this was an animal and that animals sometimes aren't that nice to people.
"Nice doggy, good dog," Harry's voice shook with fear. He started to slide away from the animal, but realized that his uninjured arm was caught. The dog cocked its head at the strange behavior from the human and that motion revealed a flash of green against the brown fur. Leaning forward, Harry saw that his hand was caught under a green collar. Laughing with relief as he realized that the dog was domesticated, Harry's vision spun. He freed his uninjured hand form the dog's collar and tentatively felt his head. When he pulled his hand back into his rapidly narrowing field of vision, Harry saw blood.
"Just great," Harry said. "What am I going to do?" Vaguely he realized that there was something absurd about speaking to a dog but his head hurt too much to think about it. "I don't suppose you have a hypospray on you?" Harry asked the dog who was now lying down next to Harry. "Or maybe you could go get your master?" Harry sighed and lied down on his side, curling up next to the dog.
"Jonesy, where are you? Jonesy!" Harry sat bolt upright when he heard the voice and regretted it immediately as he felt like his head was falling off. He glanced at the dog.
"I don't suppose you're Jonesy?" Harry tried to climb to his feet but ended up face up on the ground. The dog stood over him, its tail waging happily, and again licked his face as if to say I'm not leaving you.
"Jonesy? Oh, Jonesy, please! Where are you?" the voice called again, closer this time. When the dog heard what was obviously its name, its attention focused on the direction that the voice was coming from. Harry winced as Jonesy started barking.
"That's it, Jonesy! Keep barking!" Harry turned his head in time to see a form come out of the forest. It was a female, at least that was Harry's opinion, and she looked humanoid. She could almost be from Earth, Harry thought.
As he took this in, the girl said, "Jonesy, don't you ever run away from me like . . Oh, my God!" her scolding Jonesy was cut off when she noticed Harry. "Are you Ok? What happened? Can you walk?" The girl rushed over to Harry.
As she closed the distance between them, Harry glanced at her clothing. Her shirt was a deep blue with a colorful design in the middle of it.
"My name is Amy. I know first aid, is it OK if I help you?" the girl inquired as she sunk to her knees next to Harry. Without waiting for a response, she pulled out a bandanna and pressed it to his head. Harry could now see the design on her shirt clearly. His eyes opened wide as he realized that part of the design was writing and that the writing was in English. It read, "Centennial Olympic Games 1996 Atlanta, Georgia." Harry fainted.
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Ok, so I amaze myself with my speed sometimes. Anyway I'll get the next chapter up a soon as I can.
Please R&R!
Ashes
