As Will led her to the conference room Buffy couldn't help but compare the 3 Enterprises. This one was huge, over 1000 in crew Will said and faster than anything in space. It was designed beautifully and Buffy had been shocked to find out that there were entire families on board.

            They reached the door and it slid open automatically, Buffy uncomfortably aware that all eyes were on her.

            Captain Picard stood slowly, the reality of this woman made all of the stories and pictures fade in comparison. "Miss Summers, if you will have a seat by Counselor Troi. I'm Captain Jean Luc Picard."

            Buffy smiled at the charismatic Captain with the fascinating accent and sat with a thump into her soft seat. The Captain stayed standing and introduced Buffy to Data, Geordi, who she nodded at in remembrance, and Worf.

            Buffy cocked her head at the Klingon with a steely smile, "I was in my first months on my Enterprise when I met my first Klingon. Hope you show more honor than they did." She challenged and he growled.

            "Miss Summers, Worf, please, back to the subject at hand." The Captain scolded lightly. Buffy turned her back pointedly on Worf.

Worf nodded at the Captain, "Sorry Sir." He grumbled.

            Jean Luc smiled slightly at the pretty woman, "We understand that you are Buffy Summers, born 2130 in San Francisco. You were a civilian security officer and you did martial arts training on board your ship."

            Buffy nodded, a little uncomfortable. The cover story that she, Malcolm and Jon had come up with was to keep the Vulcan's in the dark, but it still bugged her.

            Deanna leaned forward, "It's all a lie, isn't it?" She asked in shock. Everyone looked at Buffy who squirmed in her seat.

Turning Buffy frowned at her. "What are you?"

The Captain replied, "She's our Ship's Counselor and an empath."

            Buffy grimaced, "Sorry, I won't think so loud."

Data wasn't side tracked. "Which is the lie Counselor Troi?"

            Deanna looked at Buffy who took a deep breath, "This isn't to go into any records there are." She looked at the Captain who nodded. "There are bad guys, lets say, who are chasing back through time to change the future. I'm not supposed to be here but something happened." She fingered her wrist absently. "I was really born in 1980 and in 2003 set adrift in space for 150 years. That's where my Enterprise found me." She looked at Deanna, "There! All better now?"

            The Captain looked at her doubtfully, "2003? There wasn't sufficient technology to send someone to space for that length of time."

Buffy shrugged, "Look for missing persons in Cleveland, Ohio 2003. I was Queen of the milk cartons." Everyone looked puzzled at this reference and she sighed, "They used to put pictures of missing kids on milk containers to get the information out there to find the kid." She explained. Data did a rapid search and nodded to the Captain who read the information in fascination.

            The Captain looked at Beverly, "Erase all records of your search, DNA information included." He turned to Data, "You as well." And Data nodded, "Understood Sir."

 "Good." The Captain said in satisfaction.

            "How do I get back home?" Buffy asked and Geordi looked at the Captain, then back at her, "Your temporal device was destroyed, and I'm not familiar with the technology. I just don't know at the moment what we can do."

            Buffy's shoulders slumped, "I just hate it that when something happens, you realize…..well nevermind." Her eyes shimmered with unshed tears and Deanna took her hand.

"We'll do the best we can Buffy." She said softly, feeling this young woman's pain as her own.

            "It's all I can ask." Buffy took a deep breath to get herself under control.

The Captain looked at Deanna, "Counselor, can you escort Miss Summers back to her quarters?" They left and the rest of the staff watched in silence. The Captain sighed, "Data, keep an eye on her information. If it changes then our present will be in trouble."

Data nodded, "Aye Captain."

Deanna was walking Buffy back to her quarters when she had an idea, "Buffy, do you like chocolate?"

            Buffy's eyes went wide, "Am I a woman?" she replied and Deanna laughed.

"I'm going to take you to 10 Forward. We can get the most disgustingly chocolaty desserts you could ever want."

Buffy's face lit up, "Oooh. Let's go!"

            Deanna and Buffy walked into 10 Forward and Buffy walked to the window in a daze, seeing the stars like diamonds. 'Were they the same for Jon?' she thought wistfully.

            "Buffy?" Deanna asked quietly.

Buffy turned with a smile, "I'm good, but need chocolate." They walked to a table and sat down.

            Guinan had stood totally still as Deanna brought the young woman into 10 Forward. She felt the ripple of time disturbed and knew she was looking at its cause. She watched the women sit down, and the pretty blonde's power was like a flame that shone brightly.

Walking over to the table, Guinan looked at Buffy, "You're not supposed to be here Slayer." She said sternly and Buffy's eyes opened wide. She stood slowly, her eyes not leaving the dark eyes of the dramatically dressed black woman standing there.

"I messed up, I know. It was a mistake."

            Guinan shook her head, taking Buffy's chin in her strong fingers, searching her eyes. "It's not a mistake. Call it a necessary for you to know why the timeline needs to stay the way it is."

Released Buffy nodded slowly, "I understand."

            "Good, now sit. What kind of chocolate do you ladies want?" Guinan asked with a smile.

            Buffy plowed through a brownie with chocolate ice cream, whipped cream and hot chocolate sauce while Deanna reveled in her chocolate mousse. They talked about men and what they liked in them. Eyes and great butts were agreed on with giggles. Deanna sighed enviously as Buffy finished the last of the whipped cream.

 "How can you eat like that?"

            "Great metabolism and the need to work it off. Where is the gym anyway?" Buffy asked.

Deanna checked the time, "I have to meet a crewman for counseling. I'll send someone to your quarters to take you to the holodeck."

            "Ok, see you later and thanks for the chocolate."

            Buffy sat thinking about Jon, and about Porthos. She laughed quietly. How stupid she was, she was so in love with Jon she couldn't see straight.  'Dear God, let him be ok.' She prayed silently. Then she stood and walked back to her quarters.

            Buffy replicated a set of workout clothes. She had ballet pants, a tight red tank top, soft-soled exercise shoes and a scrunchie for her hair. The door chimed and she called, "Come in."

Worf strode in and Buffy grimaced. "What do you want?" she asked and he acknowledged the sharpness of her words.

"I am to escort you to the holodeck. What sort of exercise do you prefer?"

            "Fighting." She smiled, teeth and attitude showing. He nodded but didn't reply. They walked down several passageways and took a turbolift to a door and Worf spoke, "Worf program #2."