A/N: The twentieth chapter of my HP/ST:TNG crossover-fic (I wrote the wrong
number here last time, sorry 'bout that...).
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling. Star Trek belongs to Paramount Pictures and, of course, Gene Roddenberry (R.I.P.), The Great Bird of the Galaxy. Lynn is all mine.
20. Aftermath
Wesley and Lynn entered sickbay. Riker and Troi were helping Dr Crusher with some patients. Ron sat beside Hermione's bed. Lynn and Wesley and went over to them.
"Hi there!" said Lynn once they had reached the bed. "Feeling better?" Now Harry entered the room and went over to them.
"Pretty good, I guess..." said Hermione, sounding tired. "At least considering the circumstances..."
"What do you mean?" said Lynn.
"She, um... died," said Ron.
"What?" said Lynn, eyes wide. "But you're alive now, how could-"
"You have your husbands mother to thank for that," said Ron. "As soon as I realised that communications and transporters were back online I saw to it that we got beamed here. Dr Crusher then began reviving her."
"And successfully, as you see..." said Hermione.
"So... how was death like?" said Harry. Hermione chuckled.
"Your suggesting I tell you, ruining the surprise...? Never...!" she said, a light smile on her face.
"That sounds like the Hermione I know," said Harry, smiling. Riker came over to them.
"We could use your help with getting the wounded to sickbay," he said.
"Sure," said Harry.
"Absolutely," said Lynn
"Yeah," said Wesley. He looked at Ron. "You coming too?"
"No, Dr Crusher and Troi will need some help here," said Ron.
"Okay," said Wesley and left together with Lynn, Harry and Riker.
Worf was in the brig with Tornquist and some of the security officers. In the cells twenty-seven Death Eaters were detained.
"Guard them until the forcefields come back online," said Worf quietly to one of the security officers. A seconds later the forcefields kicked in, humming quickly. The Death Eaters were surprised to see that they weren't already on. "Never mind."
"You two," said Tornquist and pointed to two of the security officers. "Stay here and guard them. The rest of you come with us."
"Yes, Sir," said the security officers. Worf, Tornquist and all but two of the security officers left the room.
"Can anyone hear me?!" called a voice from behind a collapsed bulkhead. "We're in here!" O'Brien quickly turned towards the voice.
"Keiko?! Is that you?!" he called.
"Miles! Yes, it's me!" answered Keiko Ishikawa's voice (A/N: Remember, she's not married yet...). "I and five others are trapped in here!"
"Wait a sec!" said O'Brien. "Commander, over here!" Walsh, who had beamed over to help, came over to him. "There are some people trapped behind this bulkhead. I need your help lifting it."
"Sure we can lift it? It looks pretty heavy," said Walsh.
"Well, we at least gotta try!" said O'Brien.
"Yeah, you're right," said Walsh. They grabbed hold of the bulkhead, trying to lift it. But it was useless, the bulkhead was to heavy. "Damn it! It gotta weigh at least a ton!"
"We need more people," said O'Brien.
"Wait a sec, let me try something," said Walsh. "Move away from the bulkhead." O'Brien stepped back. Walsh stepped back also, took out something from somewhere in his uniform. It looked like a smooth stick.
"What is that?" asked O'Brien.
"It's my wand," said Walsh. "I'm a wizard like Mr Potter and the others, remember?"
"Oh yeah," said O'Brien.
"Okay, I haven't done this in a long time. But here goes..." said Walsh. He cleared his throat. "Wingardium Leviosa!" as he said he did a swishing motion with his wand, ending with a flick. The bulkhead now started to float a few inches above the floor. Walsh moved his wand away towards a open spot on the floor, and the bulkhead followed his motion slowly. Then Walsh lowered his wand, the bulkhead landing with a thud on the floor. He looked toward the opening in which the bulkhead had been a few moments before. There stood Keiko and a few others, a bit dirty, and with wide eyes. Walsh looked toward O'Brien whose eyes were quite wide too. "Think of it as an miniature voice-activated version of a tractor beam."
"Sorry, Sir, it's just like, well..." said O'Brien.
"...Magic. And right you are, it is magic," said Walsh. He looked towards Keiko and the others. "Do you have any wounded?"
"Yes," said Keiko.
"Well, let's get them to sickbay then," said Walsh. "Come on, chief." They started helping the people out of the room. Walsh had to beam to sickbay with one who was the most wounded. The last two left was O'Brien and Keiko. Suddenly she gave him quick peck on the cheek. O'Brien smiled.
"What was that for?" he said.
"For helping us out," said Keiko, smiling.
"All I did was hear you," said O'Brien.
"Someone has to do that too," said Keiko. O'Brien chuckled.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," he said. They stood quiet for a few seconds. Keiko was just about to say something to break the embarrassing silence when... "I better go look if there's more people trapped..."
"Okay..." said Keiko. "So, um... guess I'll see you later then..."
"Yeah," said O'Brien. "Um... bye."
"Bye," said Keiko. O'Brien started walking, but tripped after a few feet on the bulkhead Walsh had lifted away. Keiko giggled. "Oh my, are you all right?" she said with a grin upon her face. O'Brien got up quickly.
"Yes. Perfectly fine," he said, embarrassed. He straightened his uniform nervously. "Well, as said, I'll see you later. Good bye."
"Bye, again, Miles," said Keiko, smiling. O'Brien walked away, and this time he didn't trip.
"Reg, do you have that conduit fixed yet?" said Geordi. He was in engineering, lying under a console trying to fix it.
"In a few seconds... there..." said Barclay as the lighting returned to normal.
"Great!" said Geordi, and tapped then tapped his com badge. "LaForge to Picard."
"Picard here," answered Picard's voice. "I assume life support is back to normal?"
"Yes, Sir," sad Geordi. "We should have complete recovery of all systems, including warp-power in..." He looked at Barclay.
"Two and a half hours," he said. A second later a plasma conduit on the other side of the room exploded. "Um... better make it three hours..."
"Okay. Three hours, Captain," said Geordi.
"Understood," said Picard. "Picard out." Reno exited the turbolift on the bridge and walked up to Picard. "Captain."
"Jean-Luc," said Reno. "How bad is it?"
"Thirty-five dead so far, many wounded," said Picard. "The ship is pretty beaten up. We have to repair it at a starbase. Mostly hull damage."
"Can you go to warp safely?" said Reno.
"Yes, in about three hours," said Picard. "But we can't keep it up for long, we have to get to a starbase within the next week."
"Starbase 16 is only five days away, and in our direction. We can stop there," said Reno. "How long will the repairs take?"
"I can't say for sure, but a few days," said Picard. "It would be best if you went ahead with our guests. To get them home quicker."
"Normally I would agree, but with the recent events we better play it safe," said Reno. "We will escort you all the way."'
"Thank you," said Picard.
"Ron, can you help me here?!" said Dr Crusher. She was trying to hold down a patient with some plasma burns. Ron came over. "Hold him down while I treat him." The patient was screaming in pain. He twisted so much that Dr Crusher couldn't use the skin regenerator properly. "Alyssa, get me that hypospray!" Nurse Ogawa gave her one of the hyposprays, and Dr Crusher injected the patient with it, who calmed fell asleep almost immediately. "Thanks for the help, Ron."
"Any time," said Ron. He walked away from the bed, and looked at the scene. Patients lay everywhere and Riker, Troi, Walsh and Ogawa where walking around tending to them. For the last hour Ron had helped them. And he could with all certainty say that it was hard work. He wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand. Now he saw that Hermione sat up. He walked over to her. "You should be lying down."
"I shouldn't be taking up the bed..." said Hermione. She tried to stand on the floor beside the bed, but she was still to weak and almost fell, Ron catching her before she hit the floor. He put her back on the bed.
"Take it easy, okay?" he said. "People just don't come back from the dead unmarked. You have to get some rest."
"I just feel so damn useless...!" said Hermione. "Just lying around! I hate it!"
"Well, hate on, you're gonna be here for the day at least," said Ron.
"I'm... just to used to being useful, not useless..." said Hermione.
"Hey, you've been useful since you were eleven," said Ron. "You deserve a break." Hermione showed a weak smile.
"Why do you have to be so damn cute?" she said.
"It's genetic," said Ron, smiling.
"Really?" said Hermione.
"Give me another reason how Percy got a girlfriend!" said Ron, chuckling.
"Well, you got me there..." said Hermione.
"Ron, I could use your help here," said Troi.
"Go on," said Hermione. "I'll lie around here a while longer." Ron went over to help Troi. Hermione looked up into the ceiling. Then she sighed. "God, this ship needs a new paint job. Especially the ceilings..."
A/N: I'm such a bad person for not updating until now, but I'm really busy! I have to write script for a movie, film it, cut it, and send it, all before the fifteenth! The things I do to be a director... Anyway, that's why the chapter is so short.
How did you like the whole thing with Keiko and Miles? Hope you liked it, since I'm rather fond of it myself.
The thing with Walsh using his powers to get Keiko and the others out was something I came up with as a I was writing it.
And what did you think of Ron the medic?
12 reviews since last time, 7 of them supplied by C1ofUnkown. Review comments:
Coolone007 - No, I did not get the idea from Enterprise. I've only seen the pilot for the show on a VHS I bought when I was in England. The series doesn't start until the spring here in Sweden. Good thing I managed to scare you, since it was meant that way. But I doubt I'll ever do that to Hermione again. I love her too much ^_^
Rogue1615 - Well, to be honest, the lack of magic have been because I'm a much bigger Trekker than I am HP-fan, but I got some more magic into this chapter. Glad you like the story.
Nikora - Thank you, I'm happy you're enjoying the story.
AnnabelleElizabeth - Good thing I sacred you too (mohahaha!) and that you liked the pace better this time around. I know! I'm so happy for me! And at the same time I'm terrified since I actually have to tell her once school starts... Steel thyself, Emher...
CiA - As said, little more magic in this chapter.
C1ofUnknown (reviewed in chapter numbers) - 12 - Did I say it twice? You're probably right. I usually only have time to write this late at night (right now it's 2.53 a.m.), hence the spelling errors.
13 - I sure will finish the story. It'll take a few chapters more, but I'll do it. You thought she was gonna tell him that? I actually never considered that. Partially since I think it's overdone, and partially because the hadn't known each other that long.
14 - I promise I'll read it when I have the time (I really will!).
16 - About asking someone whose native language is English so they can correct some of my grammatical errors, well, I'm the one who is best an English around here. My alternative is to send it to my teacher, but I don't think she'll appreciate it...
17 - Too bad you couldn't find any food. Good that you read my fic though :D
18 - Thanks, I guess I was more awake than I am now when I wrote that chapter *yawns*
19 - In many ways, it was the climax. But the story still goes on. As said, "it's not over until the fat lady sings!" Gonna have trouble finding a fat lady in Star Trek though... Of course you're right, but as you said, no story then! I considered them talking about that, but dismissing is as "too high a risk", but instead I myself dismissed it. And God yes, you're right... I HAVE to tell her, or I'm gonna explode! I've promised myself that I'm gonna tell as soon as schools starts.
A very sleepy Emher
PS. I seriously got to tell her.... DS.
Disclaimer: Harry Potter belongs to J.K Rowling. Star Trek belongs to Paramount Pictures and, of course, Gene Roddenberry (R.I.P.), The Great Bird of the Galaxy. Lynn is all mine.
20. Aftermath
Wesley and Lynn entered sickbay. Riker and Troi were helping Dr Crusher with some patients. Ron sat beside Hermione's bed. Lynn and Wesley and went over to them.
"Hi there!" said Lynn once they had reached the bed. "Feeling better?" Now Harry entered the room and went over to them.
"Pretty good, I guess..." said Hermione, sounding tired. "At least considering the circumstances..."
"What do you mean?" said Lynn.
"She, um... died," said Ron.
"What?" said Lynn, eyes wide. "But you're alive now, how could-"
"You have your husbands mother to thank for that," said Ron. "As soon as I realised that communications and transporters were back online I saw to it that we got beamed here. Dr Crusher then began reviving her."
"And successfully, as you see..." said Hermione.
"So... how was death like?" said Harry. Hermione chuckled.
"Your suggesting I tell you, ruining the surprise...? Never...!" she said, a light smile on her face.
"That sounds like the Hermione I know," said Harry, smiling. Riker came over to them.
"We could use your help with getting the wounded to sickbay," he said.
"Sure," said Harry.
"Absolutely," said Lynn
"Yeah," said Wesley. He looked at Ron. "You coming too?"
"No, Dr Crusher and Troi will need some help here," said Ron.
"Okay," said Wesley and left together with Lynn, Harry and Riker.
Worf was in the brig with Tornquist and some of the security officers. In the cells twenty-seven Death Eaters were detained.
"Guard them until the forcefields come back online," said Worf quietly to one of the security officers. A seconds later the forcefields kicked in, humming quickly. The Death Eaters were surprised to see that they weren't already on. "Never mind."
"You two," said Tornquist and pointed to two of the security officers. "Stay here and guard them. The rest of you come with us."
"Yes, Sir," said the security officers. Worf, Tornquist and all but two of the security officers left the room.
"Can anyone hear me?!" called a voice from behind a collapsed bulkhead. "We're in here!" O'Brien quickly turned towards the voice.
"Keiko?! Is that you?!" he called.
"Miles! Yes, it's me!" answered Keiko Ishikawa's voice (A/N: Remember, she's not married yet...). "I and five others are trapped in here!"
"Wait a sec!" said O'Brien. "Commander, over here!" Walsh, who had beamed over to help, came over to him. "There are some people trapped behind this bulkhead. I need your help lifting it."
"Sure we can lift it? It looks pretty heavy," said Walsh.
"Well, we at least gotta try!" said O'Brien.
"Yeah, you're right," said Walsh. They grabbed hold of the bulkhead, trying to lift it. But it was useless, the bulkhead was to heavy. "Damn it! It gotta weigh at least a ton!"
"We need more people," said O'Brien.
"Wait a sec, let me try something," said Walsh. "Move away from the bulkhead." O'Brien stepped back. Walsh stepped back also, took out something from somewhere in his uniform. It looked like a smooth stick.
"What is that?" asked O'Brien.
"It's my wand," said Walsh. "I'm a wizard like Mr Potter and the others, remember?"
"Oh yeah," said O'Brien.
"Okay, I haven't done this in a long time. But here goes..." said Walsh. He cleared his throat. "Wingardium Leviosa!" as he said he did a swishing motion with his wand, ending with a flick. The bulkhead now started to float a few inches above the floor. Walsh moved his wand away towards a open spot on the floor, and the bulkhead followed his motion slowly. Then Walsh lowered his wand, the bulkhead landing with a thud on the floor. He looked toward the opening in which the bulkhead had been a few moments before. There stood Keiko and a few others, a bit dirty, and with wide eyes. Walsh looked toward O'Brien whose eyes were quite wide too. "Think of it as an miniature voice-activated version of a tractor beam."
"Sorry, Sir, it's just like, well..." said O'Brien.
"...Magic. And right you are, it is magic," said Walsh. He looked towards Keiko and the others. "Do you have any wounded?"
"Yes," said Keiko.
"Well, let's get them to sickbay then," said Walsh. "Come on, chief." They started helping the people out of the room. Walsh had to beam to sickbay with one who was the most wounded. The last two left was O'Brien and Keiko. Suddenly she gave him quick peck on the cheek. O'Brien smiled.
"What was that for?" he said.
"For helping us out," said Keiko, smiling.
"All I did was hear you," said O'Brien.
"Someone has to do that too," said Keiko. O'Brien chuckled.
"Yeah, I guess you're right," he said. They stood quiet for a few seconds. Keiko was just about to say something to break the embarrassing silence when... "I better go look if there's more people trapped..."
"Okay..." said Keiko. "So, um... guess I'll see you later then..."
"Yeah," said O'Brien. "Um... bye."
"Bye," said Keiko. O'Brien started walking, but tripped after a few feet on the bulkhead Walsh had lifted away. Keiko giggled. "Oh my, are you all right?" she said with a grin upon her face. O'Brien got up quickly.
"Yes. Perfectly fine," he said, embarrassed. He straightened his uniform nervously. "Well, as said, I'll see you later. Good bye."
"Bye, again, Miles," said Keiko, smiling. O'Brien walked away, and this time he didn't trip.
"Reg, do you have that conduit fixed yet?" said Geordi. He was in engineering, lying under a console trying to fix it.
"In a few seconds... there..." said Barclay as the lighting returned to normal.
"Great!" said Geordi, and tapped then tapped his com badge. "LaForge to Picard."
"Picard here," answered Picard's voice. "I assume life support is back to normal?"
"Yes, Sir," sad Geordi. "We should have complete recovery of all systems, including warp-power in..." He looked at Barclay.
"Two and a half hours," he said. A second later a plasma conduit on the other side of the room exploded. "Um... better make it three hours..."
"Okay. Three hours, Captain," said Geordi.
"Understood," said Picard. "Picard out." Reno exited the turbolift on the bridge and walked up to Picard. "Captain."
"Jean-Luc," said Reno. "How bad is it?"
"Thirty-five dead so far, many wounded," said Picard. "The ship is pretty beaten up. We have to repair it at a starbase. Mostly hull damage."
"Can you go to warp safely?" said Reno.
"Yes, in about three hours," said Picard. "But we can't keep it up for long, we have to get to a starbase within the next week."
"Starbase 16 is only five days away, and in our direction. We can stop there," said Reno. "How long will the repairs take?"
"I can't say for sure, but a few days," said Picard. "It would be best if you went ahead with our guests. To get them home quicker."
"Normally I would agree, but with the recent events we better play it safe," said Reno. "We will escort you all the way."'
"Thank you," said Picard.
"Ron, can you help me here?!" said Dr Crusher. She was trying to hold down a patient with some plasma burns. Ron came over. "Hold him down while I treat him." The patient was screaming in pain. He twisted so much that Dr Crusher couldn't use the skin regenerator properly. "Alyssa, get me that hypospray!" Nurse Ogawa gave her one of the hyposprays, and Dr Crusher injected the patient with it, who calmed fell asleep almost immediately. "Thanks for the help, Ron."
"Any time," said Ron. He walked away from the bed, and looked at the scene. Patients lay everywhere and Riker, Troi, Walsh and Ogawa where walking around tending to them. For the last hour Ron had helped them. And he could with all certainty say that it was hard work. He wiped his sweaty forehead with the back of his hand. Now he saw that Hermione sat up. He walked over to her. "You should be lying down."
"I shouldn't be taking up the bed..." said Hermione. She tried to stand on the floor beside the bed, but she was still to weak and almost fell, Ron catching her before she hit the floor. He put her back on the bed.
"Take it easy, okay?" he said. "People just don't come back from the dead unmarked. You have to get some rest."
"I just feel so damn useless...!" said Hermione. "Just lying around! I hate it!"
"Well, hate on, you're gonna be here for the day at least," said Ron.
"I'm... just to used to being useful, not useless..." said Hermione.
"Hey, you've been useful since you were eleven," said Ron. "You deserve a break." Hermione showed a weak smile.
"Why do you have to be so damn cute?" she said.
"It's genetic," said Ron, smiling.
"Really?" said Hermione.
"Give me another reason how Percy got a girlfriend!" said Ron, chuckling.
"Well, you got me there..." said Hermione.
"Ron, I could use your help here," said Troi.
"Go on," said Hermione. "I'll lie around here a while longer." Ron went over to help Troi. Hermione looked up into the ceiling. Then she sighed. "God, this ship needs a new paint job. Especially the ceilings..."
A/N: I'm such a bad person for not updating until now, but I'm really busy! I have to write script for a movie, film it, cut it, and send it, all before the fifteenth! The things I do to be a director... Anyway, that's why the chapter is so short.
How did you like the whole thing with Keiko and Miles? Hope you liked it, since I'm rather fond of it myself.
The thing with Walsh using his powers to get Keiko and the others out was something I came up with as a I was writing it.
And what did you think of Ron the medic?
12 reviews since last time, 7 of them supplied by C1ofUnkown. Review comments:
Coolone007 - No, I did not get the idea from Enterprise. I've only seen the pilot for the show on a VHS I bought when I was in England. The series doesn't start until the spring here in Sweden. Good thing I managed to scare you, since it was meant that way. But I doubt I'll ever do that to Hermione again. I love her too much ^_^
Rogue1615 - Well, to be honest, the lack of magic have been because I'm a much bigger Trekker than I am HP-fan, but I got some more magic into this chapter. Glad you like the story.
Nikora - Thank you, I'm happy you're enjoying the story.
AnnabelleElizabeth - Good thing I sacred you too (mohahaha!) and that you liked the pace better this time around. I know! I'm so happy for me! And at the same time I'm terrified since I actually have to tell her once school starts... Steel thyself, Emher...
CiA - As said, little more magic in this chapter.
C1ofUnknown (reviewed in chapter numbers) - 12 - Did I say it twice? You're probably right. I usually only have time to write this late at night (right now it's 2.53 a.m.), hence the spelling errors.
13 - I sure will finish the story. It'll take a few chapters more, but I'll do it. You thought she was gonna tell him that? I actually never considered that. Partially since I think it's overdone, and partially because the hadn't known each other that long.
14 - I promise I'll read it when I have the time (I really will!).
16 - About asking someone whose native language is English so they can correct some of my grammatical errors, well, I'm the one who is best an English around here. My alternative is to send it to my teacher, but I don't think she'll appreciate it...
17 - Too bad you couldn't find any food. Good that you read my fic though :D
18 - Thanks, I guess I was more awake than I am now when I wrote that chapter *yawns*
19 - In many ways, it was the climax. But the story still goes on. As said, "it's not over until the fat lady sings!" Gonna have trouble finding a fat lady in Star Trek though... Of course you're right, but as you said, no story then! I considered them talking about that, but dismissing is as "too high a risk", but instead I myself dismissed it. And God yes, you're right... I HAVE to tell her, or I'm gonna explode! I've promised myself that I'm gonna tell as soon as schools starts.
A very sleepy Emher
PS. I seriously got to tell her.... DS.
