Thanks to my reviewers but for crying out loud! Don't you people sleep? I updated at 6am and was getting reviews in 15 minutes, not that I'm not grateful but I thought I was the only fool up at the crack of dawn. :)
To Joe-'Daniels' was the mess steward on the Enterprise that was from the future in one of the first Enterprise epi's. He has a lot of temporal gadgets that were left behind in his quarters when he 'died'. He shows up in a couple of more episodes dealing with the Suliban.
Buffy was only aware of a sudden lurch when she was again thrown forward, this time she let the momentum continue her forward into a tuck and roll where she landed on her feet. The roll caused the device to come undone on her wrist and it fell onto the deck and broke into a gazillion of pieces.
"Oh damn!" she knelt down and tried to gather the pieces but when she realized it was trashed she burst into tears. She wasn't even aware of the huge column of light behind her, just that she had lost her only way to get home.
Geordi was staring in shock at the crying woman on the deck in front of him.
He waved his personnel away and touched his com badge, "Commander LaForge to the bridge. We have an intruder in engineering."
Stark silence, then an "Understood, Security is on its way."
He carefully came closer to the woman and knelt down, seeing temporal distortions that were rapidly dissipating through his visor. She looked up, her eyes showing immense loss in them.
"Where am I?" she gulped back another sob as she looked up at the handsome black man with the weird thingy over his eyes.
He tilted his head, "You are on the U.S.S. Enterprise." He replied, keeping his voice calm and soothing.
"Of course I am." She said bitterly. Her head came up to see a Klingon and 2 human security officers stride into the room. 'A Klingon in Starfleet!' Yikes.
"I guess this is my welcoming committee?"
The Klingon grunted, "Welcome to the Enterprise."
Worf and the security team led the young woman to sickbay while Geordi, and now Commander Data sifted through the pieces of the broken device. Data held up a piece, "This looks like a positronic matrix with temporal connections." He was intrigued and Geordi looked at it closer.
"Well, that makes sense, when she first arrived I could sense dissipating temporal distortions around her."
Buffy sighed and sat on the bed the Klingon gestured to. "I'm fine, I'm human, blah blah blah." She muttered rebelliously.
The attractive redheaded Doctor came up and scanned her, "Do you know where you are?" she asked.
Buffy rolled her eyes and nodded, "Sick bay."
The Doctor looked in to the young woman's eyes, "Let's leave the sarcasm and tell me your name."
Buffy shook her head, "I don't know if I can."
Beverly leaned back, "What do you mean?" her confusion evident.
"How about you answer a question for me?" Buffy countered and Beverly looked up as Deanna walked in.
"Alright, that seems fair."
"What year is it?" Buffy asked, trembling slightly, she knew she wasn't going to like the answer. She was so stressed now and she'd had just about enough surprises for her day.
Deanna was seriously alarmed at how upset this young woman was and was about to say something when Beverly replied, "Earth date 2369." Buffy took a deep breath and collapsed. Both women leapt forward to keep the blond woman from tumbling off of the bed, and Beverly gently laid her back. Her display beeped and she ignored it as she and Deanna straightened the woman out.
Deanna turned to Worf, "She's no danger to us. You may go." Worf started to protest but Deanna glared and he nodded and left.
Beverly walked over to the display and took in a sharp breath, "Deanna, come here." She said and Deanna walked over and gasped.
The display read, 'Elizabeth Summers Archer, nickname Buffy. Born 2130 San Francisco, CA. wife of Fleet Admiral Jonathon Archer.' Accompanying it was a picture. Both looked at the woman in the picture, then at the woman who was lying on the bed unconscious.
"How did she get here to our time?" Deanna asked in disbelief.
Beverly shrugged, "I need to inform Jean Luc."
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It had been a week since Buffy had disappeared. They had left the disabled Suliban ship to fend for itself and they continued on their mission. Jon didn't eat much and definitely didn't sleep well. His eyes had dark circles and his uniforms were starting to fit more loosely. Dr. Phlox, Trip, Malcom, Hoshi and T'pol all tried to get him to talk about it, but he felt that they assumed that Buffy wasn't coming back, and he just wasn't ready to lose the woman he loved.
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Buffy opened her eyes and saw the beautiful woman with dark curly hair seated beside her, and the Doctor running a scanner over her. "What happened?" Buffy frowned and she sat up, feeling a little woozy.
"You are having a reaction to the temporal travel… Buffy."
Her eyes met Buffy's and Buffy sighed, "How did you find out?" she asked.
"Our DNA database."
"Rats. I forgot, science isn't my strongest subject." Buffy scrubbed her face with her hands and sighed. "I'll never see Jon or my crew again, will I?" she asked forlornly.
Deanna took one of her hands, "We need to talk to the Captain and then we can go on from there." Buffy nodded and looked down at herself, still in the same clothes she had started out in on the Suliban ship.
"Can I shower and change? I feel pretty yucky."
Beverly nodded and then had a thought, "What was the year you came from?" she asked.
Buffy frowned, then shrugged-they already knew who she was, "2155."
"Ok, let's get a shower for you. I'll show you how to use the replicators as well." Beverly led Buffy off and Deanna waited for their return.
Buffy was in her quarters, her heart breaking quietly as she watched the stars go by. The command crew was in the conference room, pondering this new twist.
"So how exactly did Admiral Archer's wife get here?" the Captain asked.
Geordi sighed, "She had a temporal device that was destroyed when she dropped into Engineering. I saw the temporal distortions and Data found a part that has temporal connections."
They pondered this for a moment when Beverly spoke, "She doesn't know that she's going to marry the Admiral. She is still Buffy Summers."
Picard nodded in understanding; "We'll refer to her as Miss Summers from now on. Oh, and Data, make sure she can't access anything about her future." Everyone nodded and the Captain looked at his XO, "Number 1, please escort Miss Summers here. I believe we need more answers."
Will stood up eagerly, he was anxious to meet one of the legends of Starfleet. It was said that it was her influence that eventually led to families being on board the Starships.
Buffy was miserable with loneliness. She missed Jon with such an ache in heart that it almost hurt to breath. Would she ever see him again? Was he ok? What was going to happen now? The door chimed and she sighed, wiping the tears she hadn't felt off of her cheeks. "Come in."
The door opened and Will stood there, a little stunned. The pictures didn't do her justice. She was smaller than Deanna but she wasn't fragile. Long blond hair flowed down her back. Her hazel eyes were filled with incredible loss and in spite of that she could still smile.
"Hi, stare much?" she teased and he flushed red over his beard.
"Um, no sorry. I'm Commander Riker. But call me Will." Buffy smiled slightly at the rambling tone and the fact he was called Will.
"I'm Buffy, and if you call me Miss Summers I'll twist you into a pretzel."
He smiled at this, "Buffy. Captain Picard wants to you to meet him in the conference room. I'm to escort you." Buffy nodded and stood, stretching her tense muscles slightly. She was in tight tan slacks, a cream colored blouse with long sleeves that bared her flat stomach and tan boots that she had replicated.
She loooved the replicators.
