The Hopper
The following story line is mine. Don't try to copy it cause I'll get mad
In a like vain, Star Trek and all characters are the sole property of someone other than me.
++"Has the human race lost the capability to simply believe?"++
"But what is she?"
"She's human, far as I can tell"
"Where'd you find her?"
"In a storeroom on Deck Five. She was collapsed behind some boxes"
"Collapsed. What was wrong with her?"
"Sever dehydration"
"Dehydration? What could have caused that?"
"I don't know yet. I'm a doctor, not a..."
"I believe your patient has regained consciousness, Doctor"
There were three voices. All male. Never boded well. Men tended to be the least merciful. Though women had their own kind of inhumanness as well.
"Wher..." she stopped and licked her lips, changing her mind about the question, "When?"
"What did she say?" one of the voices, the softer one, asked.
"I believe she asked 'When', Captain" another voice, this one slightly harder, but not cold. In fact, it was almost familiar.
"When...uh..let me up!" Deneb demanded when she tried to sit up and found herself restrained.
"Now that I understood. Bones?" None of the men were in her visual range yet but she could feel the restrains being lifted. She took a deep breath and slowly bent her body from the middle until she was sitting up. The world did not swirl around her which she was grateful for. She also realized with a start that she didn't have a headache.
Now she took stock of her surroundings. She was obviously in a medical facility. Beds lined the walls with readouts above each. Most of them were unfilled. There were three men standing around her. The one her attention was drawn to first wasn't tall. He had darkish brown hair, worn shaggily and almost hanging in his blue eyes. He was wearing a frown and by the lines on his face Deneb concluded he often did. Still, he didn't seem to be the sort who was perpetually unhappy. In fact, Deneb got a sort of...contented...vibe from him. He was wearing blue and although she couldn't read the lines on his shirt she assumed he was the Doctor. She got that feeling from him as well.
The next man was tall. Tall and thin. Tall and thin and......
"Vulcan?" Deneb hoped her tone was detachedly quizzical and not did not leak the mixed feelings she was truly feeling. He nodded at her. There was something different about him, something that wasn't quite...Vulcan. Only one other member of his race had ever felt that way to Deneb. She trusted that feeling.
The last man caught and held her attention. She was fairly sure he caught and held everybody's attention. He had that kind of vibe. (Deneb couldn't remember when she had started using the word 'vibe'. Probably when she had started getting them) He wasn't tall either, though slightly more so than the doctor. He was well built, probably muscular under the uniform. His hair was blonde and his eyes were blue...or were they? No, brown. Deneb couldn't decide, her eyes weren't up to the task yet. He had the look of a smiler, a suave sort too. He was smart, crafty and entirely too sure of himself. He was the Captain. Deneb decided she didn't like him.
"I'm Captain James T. Kirk of the starship Enterprise" he told her, reciting the title as if he'd said it a million times. He probably had. But Deneb's breath caught. The Enterprise? Was she on the Enterprise? Again?
"The Enterprise?" she repeated, letting just a bit of her astonishment into her voice.
"Yes, you've heard of her?" Captain Kirk asked. Deneb sighed. She didn't want to tell the whole story here. She was tired and hungry and still thirsty, damn it! She needed a good chiropractor, she need, obviously, some new clothes and she really really need a bed and some sleep. Why did they always want to know "right now!" But they always did, so she nodded slowly, letting the three men, against her better judgment, see just how tired she was.
"Probably not this one" she added.
"What does that mean?" the Doctor, now recognizable as the "Bones" voice, asked.
"Where did you come from, Miss...." the Captain trailed off.
"Darling. Deneb Darling" she responded, feeling a little like James Bond.
"Miss Darling. And you're from?" Kirk asked again. Deneb sighed. She rolled her eyes and fell back on her pillow, staring up at the ceiling.
"A long way away and a long story in between" she answered cryptically. She still didn't know what kind of circumstances she'd been dropped in on. She was too seasoned not to be cautious and cryptic. Who knew what could've changed?
"I see" Kirk replied. She could see him giving looks to his comrades.
"I believe you had a question, Miss Darling" the Vulcan suddenly said, "When?" Deneb suddenly wondered if it had been such a good idea to ask that question. Sure this was the Enterprise but not her Enterprise and who knows what could've happened in between?
"Yeah. What year is it please?" Kirk answered as if was surprised. She closed her eyes and counted.
"Dang" she whistled when she'd come up with a number, "Nearly a hundred years this time."
"A hundred years, what?" Kirk was asking, sounding a little impatient. But Deneb could feel the depression setting in. She didn't answer, she made no response at all. She just stared at the ceiling. She held a tear back from her eye and took a deep breath to stop the sob.
/Enough of this! You're stronger than that, Deneb Darling! They unstrapped you, they aren't trying to cut you open, they aren't even bombarding you with question upon question! Get a hold of yourself, you can do this. You have to!/ She sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed.
"It is a long story" she told them, "I'd appreciate some water and maybe some food before we started?"
"Of course. I'll take you to some quarters" the Captain offered with a slight smile and a little inclining of his head. Deneb got up and followed him out of the medical facility (did they still call it a sickbay?) and noticed that the other two men followed closely behind, as well as a couple of men behind them in red uniforms with weapons at their sides. So, she was a security threat? Well, at least they hadn't shot first and thought to ask questions later.
She followed silently as he led her into an elevator (he called it a turbolift. Whatever) and then down another corridor to a door marked "guest quarters." The doors opened and she stepped in. Well, they weren't spacious, but she'd been stuck in smaller. There was a bed, a table with vanity, compact drawers and she could see off to her right there was a bathroom area.
"Sir?" The group turned around. A man in a blue shirt was standing with a tray of food. Deneb could smell it and felt her mouth watering. There was a huge glass of water on the tray too and she could almost feel it sliding down her throat and soaking through her body as if she were a dried out sponge.
"Thank you, Ensign" the Captain took the tray himself and sat it down on the desk. Ignoring any kind of protocol or manners, Deneb quickly sat, drained half the water and started shoveling the food in her mouth, barely taking time to chew it properly.
"Well, I guess she was hungry" Kirk said with a lifted eyebrow for his friends.
In a like vain, Star Trek and all characters are the sole property of someone other than me.
++"Has the human race lost the capability to simply believe?"++
"But what is she?"
"She's human, far as I can tell"
"Where'd you find her?"
"In a storeroom on Deck Five. She was collapsed behind some boxes"
"Collapsed. What was wrong with her?"
"Sever dehydration"
"Dehydration? What could have caused that?"
"I don't know yet. I'm a doctor, not a..."
"I believe your patient has regained consciousness, Doctor"
There were three voices. All male. Never boded well. Men tended to be the least merciful. Though women had their own kind of inhumanness as well.
"Wher..." she stopped and licked her lips, changing her mind about the question, "When?"
"What did she say?" one of the voices, the softer one, asked.
"I believe she asked 'When', Captain" another voice, this one slightly harder, but not cold. In fact, it was almost familiar.
"When...uh..let me up!" Deneb demanded when she tried to sit up and found herself restrained.
"Now that I understood. Bones?" None of the men were in her visual range yet but she could feel the restrains being lifted. She took a deep breath and slowly bent her body from the middle until she was sitting up. The world did not swirl around her which she was grateful for. She also realized with a start that she didn't have a headache.
Now she took stock of her surroundings. She was obviously in a medical facility. Beds lined the walls with readouts above each. Most of them were unfilled. There were three men standing around her. The one her attention was drawn to first wasn't tall. He had darkish brown hair, worn shaggily and almost hanging in his blue eyes. He was wearing a frown and by the lines on his face Deneb concluded he often did. Still, he didn't seem to be the sort who was perpetually unhappy. In fact, Deneb got a sort of...contented...vibe from him. He was wearing blue and although she couldn't read the lines on his shirt she assumed he was the Doctor. She got that feeling from him as well.
The next man was tall. Tall and thin. Tall and thin and......
"Vulcan?" Deneb hoped her tone was detachedly quizzical and not did not leak the mixed feelings she was truly feeling. He nodded at her. There was something different about him, something that wasn't quite...Vulcan. Only one other member of his race had ever felt that way to Deneb. She trusted that feeling.
The last man caught and held her attention. She was fairly sure he caught and held everybody's attention. He had that kind of vibe. (Deneb couldn't remember when she had started using the word 'vibe'. Probably when she had started getting them) He wasn't tall either, though slightly more so than the doctor. He was well built, probably muscular under the uniform. His hair was blonde and his eyes were blue...or were they? No, brown. Deneb couldn't decide, her eyes weren't up to the task yet. He had the look of a smiler, a suave sort too. He was smart, crafty and entirely too sure of himself. He was the Captain. Deneb decided she didn't like him.
"I'm Captain James T. Kirk of the starship Enterprise" he told her, reciting the title as if he'd said it a million times. He probably had. But Deneb's breath caught. The Enterprise? Was she on the Enterprise? Again?
"The Enterprise?" she repeated, letting just a bit of her astonishment into her voice.
"Yes, you've heard of her?" Captain Kirk asked. Deneb sighed. She didn't want to tell the whole story here. She was tired and hungry and still thirsty, damn it! She needed a good chiropractor, she need, obviously, some new clothes and she really really need a bed and some sleep. Why did they always want to know "right now!" But they always did, so she nodded slowly, letting the three men, against her better judgment, see just how tired she was.
"Probably not this one" she added.
"What does that mean?" the Doctor, now recognizable as the "Bones" voice, asked.
"Where did you come from, Miss...." the Captain trailed off.
"Darling. Deneb Darling" she responded, feeling a little like James Bond.
"Miss Darling. And you're from?" Kirk asked again. Deneb sighed. She rolled her eyes and fell back on her pillow, staring up at the ceiling.
"A long way away and a long story in between" she answered cryptically. She still didn't know what kind of circumstances she'd been dropped in on. She was too seasoned not to be cautious and cryptic. Who knew what could've changed?
"I see" Kirk replied. She could see him giving looks to his comrades.
"I believe you had a question, Miss Darling" the Vulcan suddenly said, "When?" Deneb suddenly wondered if it had been such a good idea to ask that question. Sure this was the Enterprise but not her Enterprise and who knows what could've happened in between?
"Yeah. What year is it please?" Kirk answered as if was surprised. She closed her eyes and counted.
"Dang" she whistled when she'd come up with a number, "Nearly a hundred years this time."
"A hundred years, what?" Kirk was asking, sounding a little impatient. But Deneb could feel the depression setting in. She didn't answer, she made no response at all. She just stared at the ceiling. She held a tear back from her eye and took a deep breath to stop the sob.
/Enough of this! You're stronger than that, Deneb Darling! They unstrapped you, they aren't trying to cut you open, they aren't even bombarding you with question upon question! Get a hold of yourself, you can do this. You have to!/ She sat up and swung her legs over the side of the bed.
"It is a long story" she told them, "I'd appreciate some water and maybe some food before we started?"
"Of course. I'll take you to some quarters" the Captain offered with a slight smile and a little inclining of his head. Deneb got up and followed him out of the medical facility (did they still call it a sickbay?) and noticed that the other two men followed closely behind, as well as a couple of men behind them in red uniforms with weapons at their sides. So, she was a security threat? Well, at least they hadn't shot first and thought to ask questions later.
She followed silently as he led her into an elevator (he called it a turbolift. Whatever) and then down another corridor to a door marked "guest quarters." The doors opened and she stepped in. Well, they weren't spacious, but she'd been stuck in smaller. There was a bed, a table with vanity, compact drawers and she could see off to her right there was a bathroom area.
"Sir?" The group turned around. A man in a blue shirt was standing with a tray of food. Deneb could smell it and felt her mouth watering. There was a huge glass of water on the tray too and she could almost feel it sliding down her throat and soaking through her body as if she were a dried out sponge.
"Thank you, Ensign" the Captain took the tray himself and sat it down on the desk. Ignoring any kind of protocol or manners, Deneb quickly sat, drained half the water and started shoveling the food in her mouth, barely taking time to chew it properly.
"Well, I guess she was hungry" Kirk said with a lifted eyebrow for his friends.
