Allison turned to Kristian. "It appears your work will not be necessary for
our escape," she said, raising one eyebrow. "Now all we have to do is
wait."
Sure enough, it was only a few minutes before a familiar blue-shirted humanoid came running down the corridor and into the brig. He quickly shut off all the force fields and glanced at the ripped up wall before turning to the four teenagers. "I am First Officer Spock of the Federation starship Enterprise," he introduced himself.
"I'm Allison, and these are Lia, Steve, and Kristian," Allison introduced the group. A Vulcan-like May joined them a moment later, having been in a cell farther away, and she was introduced. The other three were trying not to stare at the living legend so obviously.
Spock looked slightly puzzled. "Those are human names. Three of you are obviously Vulcans."
"Yes, that is true," Kristian admitted, finding his voice at last. "It's a long story..."
"We will have plenty of time to discuss it once you are all safe on board the Enterprise," Spock said, motioning for the five to follow him.
"Have you seen the others?" May asked. "There were seven of us. Two are missing."
"Captain Kirk and Doctor McCoy are searching the other compartments of this vessel," Spock explained as they walked through the corridors. "They will find your companions."
Allison smiled slightly when Spock wasn't looking, and when his back was turned she leaned a little closer to Kristian. "I feel so sorry for Jessie," she whispered low enough that he could hear but Spock couldn't.
"Why?" he asked, confused.
"I think she's deathly afraid that if she ever met Kirk, he'd kiss her."
Kristian suppressed an unVulcan-like snigger. "Poor Jessie," he agreed.
~~~~~~~
Jessie woke up, feeling a bit woozy. For a moment, she wondered where she was.
Then she remembered the aliens, and the kidnapping from the Star Trek convention. She was on her feet in an instant, looking around.
She was in a room of some kind, about ten feet across and ten feet wide. A Klingon bat'leth, a REAL one, was hung on two hooks on the wall. Other Klingon hand weapons were mounted on the walls, like an armory.
Jessie walked over to the bat'leth, and caught sight of her reflection in the shiny metal. What she saw made her freeze in place, then check her image more closely.
Ridged forehead. Slightly darker hair, though still blond. A bit darker skin color than what she was used to. All those things added up to one thing: she was a Klingon.
Half-Klingon, anyway, she concluded a moment later. There was NO WAY she could possibly be a Klingon...but then again, she had seen the aliens inject Allison with some sort of chemical, and watched as her best friend's ears became pointed and her skin changed color...
First thing's first, she told herself. I've got to find a way out of here.
But before she had to do anything, the door swooshed open. A yellow-shirted man stood there, a phaser in his hand. Jessie gasped audibly, realizing just who had come to her rescue.
That's Captain Kirk himself!
"Are you all right?" Kirk asked her. "Have they done anything to you?"
"I...I don't know what they've done to me..." Jessie said. Despite being the type of person who could come up with the right wording for a sentence on the spot, she was uncharacteristically speechless. She took a hesitant step backwards, not sure what to do.
"It's all right," Kirk said, stepping into the room. "I'm Captain Kirk of the starship Enterprise. Who are you?"
"I'm Jessie." At least she was able to say that much.
Kirk gave a polite nod. "Are you alone here, Jessie?"
"I wasn't...I was kidnapped with six other people. We were being held in the brig of this ship...but they did experiments on us." She touched her forehead ridges carefully. "They did this."
Kirk looked a little puzzled. "What were you before?"
"I am...I WAS a human," Jessie said, feeling speech flow more freely now. "From...the twenty-first century."
Kirk reared back, shocked. "The twenty-FIRST century?" he asked, startled. "You mean...these aliens are time-travelers, and they kidnapped you from old Earth?"
"That's as far as I can figure out. Have you found any of my friends?"
Kirk's communicator beeped, and he flipped it open. "Kirk here."
"Spock here, Captain. I have found my way to the brig. With me now are five children that were being held prisoner. One of them has indicated that there are two more aboard this ship," the familiar Vulcan voice spoke from the small speaker.
Kirk met Jessie's eyes as he spoke into the communicator. "Yes, I've found one of them. That means one is still missing."
"Who did he find?" a VERY familiar voice asked in the background.
"A girl named Jessie, who appears to be part Klingon," Kirk said.
"Allison? She's okay!" Jessie exclaimed, realizing just who she had heard over the communicator.
"Captain, we do not have much time before the aliens discover the 'jailbreak,' if I understand the meaning of that word correctly," Spock reminded Kirk. "We must find this last child, a male named Michael, before we return to the ship. It would be most unfortunate if the aliens are aware of our presence before we locate him."
"Understood, Mister Spock. I'll see how McCoy is faring." He twisted a dial on the device and spoke into it. "Kirk to McCoy."
"McCoy here, Captain."
"Have you found anyone yet? Someone besides those aliens, that is," Kirk asked. "There should be a boy somewhere aboard, named Michael."
"Yes, as a matter of fact, he's with me right now," McCoy's voice answered. "Jim, what did those aliens think they were doing, kidnapping human children?"
"That means Michael is still a human," Jessie said aloud. "They didn't get to tamper with his genetics yet."
"McCoy, meet Spock and I at the beam-in point. All seven children have been accounted for," Kirk said, flipping his communicator shut before the doctor could reply. "Well Jessie, is there anything you'd like to take to the ship with you?" he asked.
Jessie, without hesitation, unhooked the bat'leth from the wall and held onto it like her life depended on it. "I'm taking this," she told Captain Kirk. "I've always wanted a real one."
Kirk looked even more confused. "I thought you said you were from the twenty-first century."
"I am."
"Then how do you know about Klingon weapons? Klingons weren't contacted until about fifty years after the time you're from."
"Er...it's a long story," Jessie said. "Well, are we beaming up to the Enterprise?"
Kirk looked a bit more confused at her correct use of technology a few centuries ahead of her time, but he didn't speak and instead led the way to an open corridor. Doctor McCoy and Michael were waiting there, and Jessie noted with relief that Michael was perfectly normal.
Michael started at Jessie's appearance. "Jessie? You're a REAL Klingon?" he asked.
Jessie pointed one end of the bat'leth at him menacingly. "That would be kind of a 'duh!' question, isn't it?" she asked.
Kirk and McCoy walked a few steps down the corridor and started talking in low voices, and every now and then one of them would glance in the direction of the two teens. Jessie watched them nervously, wondering what they were talking about. It was quite obvious that they were the topic of discussion.
Jessie also noted that Spock and the others were late. What could possibly be wrong now?
Sure enough, it was only a few minutes before a familiar blue-shirted humanoid came running down the corridor and into the brig. He quickly shut off all the force fields and glanced at the ripped up wall before turning to the four teenagers. "I am First Officer Spock of the Federation starship Enterprise," he introduced himself.
"I'm Allison, and these are Lia, Steve, and Kristian," Allison introduced the group. A Vulcan-like May joined them a moment later, having been in a cell farther away, and she was introduced. The other three were trying not to stare at the living legend so obviously.
Spock looked slightly puzzled. "Those are human names. Three of you are obviously Vulcans."
"Yes, that is true," Kristian admitted, finding his voice at last. "It's a long story..."
"We will have plenty of time to discuss it once you are all safe on board the Enterprise," Spock said, motioning for the five to follow him.
"Have you seen the others?" May asked. "There were seven of us. Two are missing."
"Captain Kirk and Doctor McCoy are searching the other compartments of this vessel," Spock explained as they walked through the corridors. "They will find your companions."
Allison smiled slightly when Spock wasn't looking, and when his back was turned she leaned a little closer to Kristian. "I feel so sorry for Jessie," she whispered low enough that he could hear but Spock couldn't.
"Why?" he asked, confused.
"I think she's deathly afraid that if she ever met Kirk, he'd kiss her."
Kristian suppressed an unVulcan-like snigger. "Poor Jessie," he agreed.
~~~~~~~
Jessie woke up, feeling a bit woozy. For a moment, she wondered where she was.
Then she remembered the aliens, and the kidnapping from the Star Trek convention. She was on her feet in an instant, looking around.
She was in a room of some kind, about ten feet across and ten feet wide. A Klingon bat'leth, a REAL one, was hung on two hooks on the wall. Other Klingon hand weapons were mounted on the walls, like an armory.
Jessie walked over to the bat'leth, and caught sight of her reflection in the shiny metal. What she saw made her freeze in place, then check her image more closely.
Ridged forehead. Slightly darker hair, though still blond. A bit darker skin color than what she was used to. All those things added up to one thing: she was a Klingon.
Half-Klingon, anyway, she concluded a moment later. There was NO WAY she could possibly be a Klingon...but then again, she had seen the aliens inject Allison with some sort of chemical, and watched as her best friend's ears became pointed and her skin changed color...
First thing's first, she told herself. I've got to find a way out of here.
But before she had to do anything, the door swooshed open. A yellow-shirted man stood there, a phaser in his hand. Jessie gasped audibly, realizing just who had come to her rescue.
That's Captain Kirk himself!
"Are you all right?" Kirk asked her. "Have they done anything to you?"
"I...I don't know what they've done to me..." Jessie said. Despite being the type of person who could come up with the right wording for a sentence on the spot, she was uncharacteristically speechless. She took a hesitant step backwards, not sure what to do.
"It's all right," Kirk said, stepping into the room. "I'm Captain Kirk of the starship Enterprise. Who are you?"
"I'm Jessie." At least she was able to say that much.
Kirk gave a polite nod. "Are you alone here, Jessie?"
"I wasn't...I was kidnapped with six other people. We were being held in the brig of this ship...but they did experiments on us." She touched her forehead ridges carefully. "They did this."
Kirk looked a little puzzled. "What were you before?"
"I am...I WAS a human," Jessie said, feeling speech flow more freely now. "From...the twenty-first century."
Kirk reared back, shocked. "The twenty-FIRST century?" he asked, startled. "You mean...these aliens are time-travelers, and they kidnapped you from old Earth?"
"That's as far as I can figure out. Have you found any of my friends?"
Kirk's communicator beeped, and he flipped it open. "Kirk here."
"Spock here, Captain. I have found my way to the brig. With me now are five children that were being held prisoner. One of them has indicated that there are two more aboard this ship," the familiar Vulcan voice spoke from the small speaker.
Kirk met Jessie's eyes as he spoke into the communicator. "Yes, I've found one of them. That means one is still missing."
"Who did he find?" a VERY familiar voice asked in the background.
"A girl named Jessie, who appears to be part Klingon," Kirk said.
"Allison? She's okay!" Jessie exclaimed, realizing just who she had heard over the communicator.
"Captain, we do not have much time before the aliens discover the 'jailbreak,' if I understand the meaning of that word correctly," Spock reminded Kirk. "We must find this last child, a male named Michael, before we return to the ship. It would be most unfortunate if the aliens are aware of our presence before we locate him."
"Understood, Mister Spock. I'll see how McCoy is faring." He twisted a dial on the device and spoke into it. "Kirk to McCoy."
"McCoy here, Captain."
"Have you found anyone yet? Someone besides those aliens, that is," Kirk asked. "There should be a boy somewhere aboard, named Michael."
"Yes, as a matter of fact, he's with me right now," McCoy's voice answered. "Jim, what did those aliens think they were doing, kidnapping human children?"
"That means Michael is still a human," Jessie said aloud. "They didn't get to tamper with his genetics yet."
"McCoy, meet Spock and I at the beam-in point. All seven children have been accounted for," Kirk said, flipping his communicator shut before the doctor could reply. "Well Jessie, is there anything you'd like to take to the ship with you?" he asked.
Jessie, without hesitation, unhooked the bat'leth from the wall and held onto it like her life depended on it. "I'm taking this," she told Captain Kirk. "I've always wanted a real one."
Kirk looked even more confused. "I thought you said you were from the twenty-first century."
"I am."
"Then how do you know about Klingon weapons? Klingons weren't contacted until about fifty years after the time you're from."
"Er...it's a long story," Jessie said. "Well, are we beaming up to the Enterprise?"
Kirk looked a bit more confused at her correct use of technology a few centuries ahead of her time, but he didn't speak and instead led the way to an open corridor. Doctor McCoy and Michael were waiting there, and Jessie noted with relief that Michael was perfectly normal.
Michael started at Jessie's appearance. "Jessie? You're a REAL Klingon?" he asked.
Jessie pointed one end of the bat'leth at him menacingly. "That would be kind of a 'duh!' question, isn't it?" she asked.
Kirk and McCoy walked a few steps down the corridor and started talking in low voices, and every now and then one of them would glance in the direction of the two teens. Jessie watched them nervously, wondering what they were talking about. It was quite obvious that they were the topic of discussion.
Jessie also noted that Spock and the others were late. What could possibly be wrong now?