"Megan?" Megan was startled by the voice but turned around to see her teacher, Ch'Tal, standing in the doorway with a happy expression on her face. "Yes?" Megan asked hesitantly. "I have a job for you. As you already know, we are having human guests, and you probably know their likes and dislikes as you are human also and as you're always saying, common ground, breaking ground..." She trailed off as if expecting to be interupted, so Megan did so. "You want me to play tourguide?" She guessed. Ch'Tal just nodded with a smile. "Follow me."
She led Megan down a corridor to a chamber just outside the cafeteria where the guests were waiting and stopped. "Wait here, I'll be right back." And with that she left to speak to the "guests".
"Captain, I concider that most--" T'Pol was cut off in mid-sentance by Archer, who finished for her "Illogical, I know, but this s where we were assigned to stay, and I'm sure that have a logical reason for it. You just have to..." He never got to finish his sentance as at that very moment, a Tellveran woman with purple skin, blue hair and Lavender eyes walked up to them and smiled. "My name is Ch'Tal. I'm here to introduce you to your guide. You should enjoy her company. She is from your world." Everyone nodded, and Ch'Tal called into the hall "Megan, you can come in now." She walked in and smiled weakly at the crew. "This is Megan Winters." Ch'Tal said. Lt. Reed's eyes widened. She was so much like Lily, and she even had the same last name... He was shaken out of his thoughts when Ch'Tal announced she had to leave and that they would be spending the night on this planet, in the dorms of the orphanage.
"Wonderful..." He said to himself silently as Megan began to speak. "This as you probably gathered from the large sign over there" She siad indicating a sign that said Cafiteria in Caligraphy in English and Tellveran "Is the Cafiteria. The food is decent, except for the fruit salad, mostly because they put this gross purple fruit in it, that I'm allergic to, but even before I knew I was allergic it was still gross." She said, looking disgusted at the thought of the fruit. She couldn't eat most of the other stuff in it either because of allergies, but she wasn't about to tell them that,
Later on she had taken them on the full tour, and was now showing them the lake. "I used to love this place until I fell in once when I was 6. I couldn't go anywhere near it for four years. I still don't like to get too close. The last thing I want to do is fall in." She shuddered at the very thought. "I swear I saw something crawling in it once..." She trailed off. "It's not important." She interupted her own thoughts. "I should probably show you the dorms now. The lake makes me nervous." She smiled weakly and led them all-too-eagerly away.
"Megan, if you don't mind me asking, what happened to your parents?" Asked Trip. "I never knew my father and my mother was killed fighting. She died in an explosion and the shuttle she had tried to escape on fell in the water. In the lake. I know she would've been dead already but I can't help but blame the lake. She tried to teach me not to be afraid of the water but it's so hard after seeing so much death because of it." She replied. It had been a bit longer than she meant, but it got the point across.
"I know exactly what you mean." Malcolm said. This child's stories about her mother were reminding him strongly of a girl he once knew. His Lily...
"I find it highly illogical to have such a trivial fear of liquid." T'Pol said. "NO!" Said Megan. "Not liquid. The lake. Falling in the lake and drowning there. I almost died once because I fell in the lake. I have a good reason not to want to be around there." At this T'Pol was stricken silent. She had never heard a human child make so much sense, yet be so blunt. "I'm not a little child." She said. T'Pol was startled. Surely she hadn't said that out loud... Had she?
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Megan sighed and looked out her window. She held in one hand her ocarina that she would play sad songs on when she was upset, and in the other a copy of the letter her mother had written to her father. She had read it over and over but couldn't figure out who she had written it to. Like she'd be able to anyway. She read it again.
My dearest M (the rest of the name was smudged from her mother's tears),
Please don't hate me for leaving, but Ch'Tal is going back to Tellvera and I have to go. I can't tell you why, but I have to go. If I were to tell you why you might not let me go. We're better off this way. I'm sorry. This is just how it has to be.
Goodby,
You're Lily.
Megan shed a tear. Her mother had written it so long ago. She got up and went insid efrom the rooftop, to find Hoshi and T'Pol were already there. She wasn't surprised. She knew they would be staying on the planet. "Hi." She said quietly. "We're going to do something fun." Hoshi said interrupting her. "What?" Asked Megan. "We're looking through Malcolm and Trip's old letters!" Hoshi exclaimed. "Really? Let's look!"
About an hour later there were very few left to read, but one brought Megan's attention immediatly to it. It was an envelope and written on it was "An urgent message from you're Lily" .
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"It's WHAT?" Asked Hoshi. Megan opened it and pulled her mother's copy out of her pocket. They were identacle. "What could THIS mean?" T'Pol said sarcasticly, and quite out of character for her. "I don't know what does it?" Megan asked T'Pol eagerly, her eyes shiing with excitement. "Logically it means Malcolm Reed is most likely you're father." She said, dully.
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A/N: I kow, short, but at least I got the point across. Megan seems even more Mary-Sue-ish now, but You now know beyond a shadow of a doubt who the father is and if you don't, WHAT KINDA TREKKIE ARE YOU?!?!?!? Sorry. Got a bit, ya'know? Anyway FEEDBACK IS *SO* APPRICIATED! Even flames, I don't care, cause it makes the little "review" number go up and you're wasting your own time writing them. Jokes on you flamers. But still, be nice, I'm only a teenager. I'm gonna keep writing regaurdless of weather ya like it or not.
She led Megan down a corridor to a chamber just outside the cafeteria where the guests were waiting and stopped. "Wait here, I'll be right back." And with that she left to speak to the "guests".
"Captain, I concider that most--" T'Pol was cut off in mid-sentance by Archer, who finished for her "Illogical, I know, but this s where we were assigned to stay, and I'm sure that have a logical reason for it. You just have to..." He never got to finish his sentance as at that very moment, a Tellveran woman with purple skin, blue hair and Lavender eyes walked up to them and smiled. "My name is Ch'Tal. I'm here to introduce you to your guide. You should enjoy her company. She is from your world." Everyone nodded, and Ch'Tal called into the hall "Megan, you can come in now." She walked in and smiled weakly at the crew. "This is Megan Winters." Ch'Tal said. Lt. Reed's eyes widened. She was so much like Lily, and she even had the same last name... He was shaken out of his thoughts when Ch'Tal announced she had to leave and that they would be spending the night on this planet, in the dorms of the orphanage.
"Wonderful..." He said to himself silently as Megan began to speak. "This as you probably gathered from the large sign over there" She siad indicating a sign that said Cafiteria in Caligraphy in English and Tellveran "Is the Cafiteria. The food is decent, except for the fruit salad, mostly because they put this gross purple fruit in it, that I'm allergic to, but even before I knew I was allergic it was still gross." She said, looking disgusted at the thought of the fruit. She couldn't eat most of the other stuff in it either because of allergies, but she wasn't about to tell them that,
Later on she had taken them on the full tour, and was now showing them the lake. "I used to love this place until I fell in once when I was 6. I couldn't go anywhere near it for four years. I still don't like to get too close. The last thing I want to do is fall in." She shuddered at the very thought. "I swear I saw something crawling in it once..." She trailed off. "It's not important." She interupted her own thoughts. "I should probably show you the dorms now. The lake makes me nervous." She smiled weakly and led them all-too-eagerly away.
"Megan, if you don't mind me asking, what happened to your parents?" Asked Trip. "I never knew my father and my mother was killed fighting. She died in an explosion and the shuttle she had tried to escape on fell in the water. In the lake. I know she would've been dead already but I can't help but blame the lake. She tried to teach me not to be afraid of the water but it's so hard after seeing so much death because of it." She replied. It had been a bit longer than she meant, but it got the point across.
"I know exactly what you mean." Malcolm said. This child's stories about her mother were reminding him strongly of a girl he once knew. His Lily...
"I find it highly illogical to have such a trivial fear of liquid." T'Pol said. "NO!" Said Megan. "Not liquid. The lake. Falling in the lake and drowning there. I almost died once because I fell in the lake. I have a good reason not to want to be around there." At this T'Pol was stricken silent. She had never heard a human child make so much sense, yet be so blunt. "I'm not a little child." She said. T'Pol was startled. Surely she hadn't said that out loud... Had she?
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Megan sighed and looked out her window. She held in one hand her ocarina that she would play sad songs on when she was upset, and in the other a copy of the letter her mother had written to her father. She had read it over and over but couldn't figure out who she had written it to. Like she'd be able to anyway. She read it again.
My dearest M (the rest of the name was smudged from her mother's tears),
Please don't hate me for leaving, but Ch'Tal is going back to Tellvera and I have to go. I can't tell you why, but I have to go. If I were to tell you why you might not let me go. We're better off this way. I'm sorry. This is just how it has to be.
Goodby,
You're Lily.
Megan shed a tear. Her mother had written it so long ago. She got up and went insid efrom the rooftop, to find Hoshi and T'Pol were already there. She wasn't surprised. She knew they would be staying on the planet. "Hi." She said quietly. "We're going to do something fun." Hoshi said interrupting her. "What?" Asked Megan. "We're looking through Malcolm and Trip's old letters!" Hoshi exclaimed. "Really? Let's look!"
About an hour later there were very few left to read, but one brought Megan's attention immediatly to it. It was an envelope and written on it was "An urgent message from you're Lily" .
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"It's WHAT?" Asked Hoshi. Megan opened it and pulled her mother's copy out of her pocket. They were identacle. "What could THIS mean?" T'Pol said sarcasticly, and quite out of character for her. "I don't know what does it?" Megan asked T'Pol eagerly, her eyes shiing with excitement. "Logically it means Malcolm Reed is most likely you're father." She said, dully.
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A/N: I kow, short, but at least I got the point across. Megan seems even more Mary-Sue-ish now, but You now know beyond a shadow of a doubt who the father is and if you don't, WHAT KINDA TREKKIE ARE YOU?!?!?!? Sorry. Got a bit, ya'know? Anyway FEEDBACK IS *SO* APPRICIATED! Even flames, I don't care, cause it makes the little "review" number go up and you're wasting your own time writing them. Jokes on you flamers. But still, be nice, I'm only a teenager. I'm gonna keep writing regaurdless of weather ya like it or not.