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Author's note: Next chapter dedicated to the only people who would review! Anyone who reads this and has e-mail: Are you interested in reading the chapters beforehand and giving me suggestions? E-Mail me at winner02@bellsouth.net with the subject as 'Fanfiction USSEnterprise' or similar. Thank you!
Chapter 3:Waking up…
~~USS Enterprise hanger~~
Luckily for Lt. La Forge, first officer Lt. Cmdr. Riker was in there. "Sir, these are the strangest machines I've ever seen!" La Forge exclaimed. "Yes," he said running his hand along the foot of Deathscythe, "But we have to find out how to open them. We should check for life signs and in the strongest areas try and figure out how to open them." He finished up. Mechanics where stopping to marvel at the large machines, and they were instructed to help. "Or Sir," La Forge grinned as the hatch of the nearest one (Shenlong/Nataku) opened, "We could hatch into their computers. These seem oddly primitive." Soon a mechanic had Duo out and onto a stretcher to bring him to the hospital ward. Soon Lt. La Forge opened Heavyarms, Wing ZERO, Deathscythe and Sandrock out and the boys were all brought to the hospital ward.
~~Hospital Ward approx. 3 hours 42 minutes later~~
"Dr. Crusher," Picard's voice came through a communicator on a small table, "How is our 'guests' that Q invited?" "Sir," said Encess. Wesley Crusher picking the communicator up. "My mother is busy at the moment, but it seems the patients are doing fine. One should wake up any minute now, but he will not be able to be questioned right away. He had to receive some major blood transfusions. He should be fine later this evening maybe." Wesley finished. "Yes. Tell your mother she's doing a good job Wesley. You too." His voice disappeared. "Uhhhhh…" A moan was heard in one of the hospital beds. Wesley hurried over. "Brain waves: Normal. Blood pressure: Normal. Heart beat: ummm, a little high but not anything bad."(A/N: bad humor attempt -.-;) he said. "Mom!" he called out to Dr. Beverly Crusher who was checking on a braided pilot, "I think he's waking up." Sure enough, a few moment's later he opened his eyes, which now proved to be aqua blue. "Hello." Dr. Crusher said to the boy. They all looked about 17-18, but this one with his slender frame, his eyes, and pale skin looked about 15-16. "Uh," Quatre said, trying to speak. "Hello." He attempted a smile. That, by the by, did not go well. "I'm Dr. Crusher." She introduced herself. "I'm… Quatre… Raberba… Winner…" the blonde Arabian finished with a sigh of relief. Now to ask about the Gundams. He had looked around and saw his 4 friends in what seemed to be hospital beds. This can't be an OZ facility, Quatre thought. They would be torturing us right now… "Do… You know… where me and my friend's Gundams are?" he asked taking a deep breath. Wesley had gone to check up on the others but Lt. Worf was leaning against the wall near Quatre. One glance toward there and Quatre screamed, causing Deanna Troi to come in. She walked over to the boy, because she sensed fear since she was also an Empath. Hell, why not? The last thing you want to do is have a Klingon pointing a phaser at you. "Lt. Worf, please put that down! You'll scare my patient even more!" Dr. Crusher exclaimed to Worf, and he surprisingly put it away. "Shhhh… It's okay." Deanna Troi whispered to the boy patting his shoulder. He stopped screaming and took a few deep breaths. "What the hell…?" he wondered aloud. Deanna Troi had stepped back. "There is now need to be afraid of Lt. Worf… Quatre I think your name is?" She smiled at the boy. He gaped at her. "How did you…?" he started to ask. I can read minds if I concentrate on it. You're easier and I don't need to concentrate because it seems you're an Empath also." Okay… That explains…nothing… Quatre thought. Quatre then heard the irritated voice of Heero. "Omae o korosu." Wesley was near him, trying to make sense of the weird readings the machines were getting from him. He obviously didn't know what Heero meant, or even who he was. If he did, he wouldn't have stayed there. Soon Wufei, Trowa and Duo woke up. Something strange was going on… Quatre couldn't think of what it was… He was too tired… His eyes fluttered closed as Heero had sat up to 'fix' his broken bones despite what Dr. Crusher or Wesley said…
~~Hospital Ward approx. 2 hours later ~~
Trowa, Heero, Duo, and Wufei were lying down in their beds they had awoken in. Quatre had fallen back asleep, and he needed it. It was 6:00 pm. Wesley had went back to his studies, Worf left after Picard warned him that they might have amnesia and forgot about Klingons (A/N: Bad humor-.-; but it would scare them kinda)… And since Picard didn't want him pointing a phaser at them. Deanna Troi was in the dining area and the only person in there was Dr. Crusher. "So," she asked directing the question to all of them, "Where are you from?" "NO, onna. I think the question is where are we." Wufei growled. She sighed. "You are aboard the USS Enterprise, guided by Captain Picard. Stardate 41986. Now where are you from??" she asked again. Duo nearly laughed. "USA, AC197." He answered. "?? AC?" she asked. This was going to be a looooong night…
Sailor Triforce: 3rd chapter up! Please e-mail me if you want to pre-read the chapters and give me suggestions(see above) 3x4 fans, check out my new story A Death Note To My Angel pleez?!?! I can't post the next chapter until someone e-mails me saying they'll read the chapters and give me suggestions…
Author's note: Next chapter dedicated to the only people who would review! Anyone who reads this and has e-mail: Are you interested in reading the chapters beforehand and giving me suggestions? E-Mail me at winner02@bellsouth.net with the subject as 'Fanfiction USSEnterprise' or similar. Thank you!
Chapter 3:Waking up…
~~USS Enterprise hanger~~
Luckily for Lt. La Forge, first officer Lt. Cmdr. Riker was in there. "Sir, these are the strangest machines I've ever seen!" La Forge exclaimed. "Yes," he said running his hand along the foot of Deathscythe, "But we have to find out how to open them. We should check for life signs and in the strongest areas try and figure out how to open them." He finished up. Mechanics where stopping to marvel at the large machines, and they were instructed to help. "Or Sir," La Forge grinned as the hatch of the nearest one (Shenlong/Nataku) opened, "We could hatch into their computers. These seem oddly primitive." Soon a mechanic had Duo out and onto a stretcher to bring him to the hospital ward. Soon Lt. La Forge opened Heavyarms, Wing ZERO, Deathscythe and Sandrock out and the boys were all brought to the hospital ward.
~~Hospital Ward approx. 3 hours 42 minutes later~~
"Dr. Crusher," Picard's voice came through a communicator on a small table, "How is our 'guests' that Q invited?" "Sir," said Encess. Wesley Crusher picking the communicator up. "My mother is busy at the moment, but it seems the patients are doing fine. One should wake up any minute now, but he will not be able to be questioned right away. He had to receive some major blood transfusions. He should be fine later this evening maybe." Wesley finished. "Yes. Tell your mother she's doing a good job Wesley. You too." His voice disappeared. "Uhhhhh…" A moan was heard in one of the hospital beds. Wesley hurried over. "Brain waves: Normal. Blood pressure: Normal. Heart beat: ummm, a little high but not anything bad."(A/N: bad humor attempt -.-;) he said. "Mom!" he called out to Dr. Beverly Crusher who was checking on a braided pilot, "I think he's waking up." Sure enough, a few moment's later he opened his eyes, which now proved to be aqua blue. "Hello." Dr. Crusher said to the boy. They all looked about 17-18, but this one with his slender frame, his eyes, and pale skin looked about 15-16. "Uh," Quatre said, trying to speak. "Hello." He attempted a smile. That, by the by, did not go well. "I'm Dr. Crusher." She introduced herself. "I'm… Quatre… Raberba… Winner…" the blonde Arabian finished with a sigh of relief. Now to ask about the Gundams. He had looked around and saw his 4 friends in what seemed to be hospital beds. This can't be an OZ facility, Quatre thought. They would be torturing us right now… "Do… You know… where me and my friend's Gundams are?" he asked taking a deep breath. Wesley had gone to check up on the others but Lt. Worf was leaning against the wall near Quatre. One glance toward there and Quatre screamed, causing Deanna Troi to come in. She walked over to the boy, because she sensed fear since she was also an Empath. Hell, why not? The last thing you want to do is have a Klingon pointing a phaser at you. "Lt. Worf, please put that down! You'll scare my patient even more!" Dr. Crusher exclaimed to Worf, and he surprisingly put it away. "Shhhh… It's okay." Deanna Troi whispered to the boy patting his shoulder. He stopped screaming and took a few deep breaths. "What the hell…?" he wondered aloud. Deanna Troi had stepped back. "There is now need to be afraid of Lt. Worf… Quatre I think your name is?" She smiled at the boy. He gaped at her. "How did you…?" he started to ask. I can read minds if I concentrate on it. You're easier and I don't need to concentrate because it seems you're an Empath also." Okay… That explains…nothing… Quatre thought. Quatre then heard the irritated voice of Heero. "Omae o korosu." Wesley was near him, trying to make sense of the weird readings the machines were getting from him. He obviously didn't know what Heero meant, or even who he was. If he did, he wouldn't have stayed there. Soon Wufei, Trowa and Duo woke up. Something strange was going on… Quatre couldn't think of what it was… He was too tired… His eyes fluttered closed as Heero had sat up to 'fix' his broken bones despite what Dr. Crusher or Wesley said…
~~Hospital Ward approx. 2 hours later ~~
Trowa, Heero, Duo, and Wufei were lying down in their beds they had awoken in. Quatre had fallen back asleep, and he needed it. It was 6:00 pm. Wesley had went back to his studies, Worf left after Picard warned him that they might have amnesia and forgot about Klingons (A/N: Bad humor-.-; but it would scare them kinda)… And since Picard didn't want him pointing a phaser at them. Deanna Troi was in the dining area and the only person in there was Dr. Crusher. "So," she asked directing the question to all of them, "Where are you from?" "NO, onna. I think the question is where are we." Wufei growled. She sighed. "You are aboard the USS Enterprise, guided by Captain Picard. Stardate 41986. Now where are you from??" she asked again. Duo nearly laughed. "USA, AC197." He answered. "?? AC?" she asked. This was going to be a looooong night…
Sailor Triforce: 3rd chapter up! Please e-mail me if you want to pre-read the chapters and give me suggestions(see above) 3x4 fans, check out my new story A Death Note To My Angel pleez?!?! I can't post the next chapter until someone e-mails me saying they'll read the chapters and give me suggestions…