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.

++"In the arms of an Angel, May you find some comfort here"++
--Sarah MacLachlan

She'd been on board a year now. She'd finally let herself believe that she had stopped hopping. It was over and she could go on with life now. It was surely a tale she'd be able to tell her grandchildren though. She could just here them.
"Grandma, how did you meet Grandpa?" they'd ask.
"Well, it all started when I was sixteen" she'd say and they would sit at her feet and listen while she told the story, deleting the parts inappropriate for such young children of course.
She was three months pregnant. She was right in the middle of her morning sickness and just starting her mood swings. With twins, she was just starting to show though Bones said most women didn't until much later.

"I have a feeling these are going to be very large babies" he told her, which did not improve her mood any. She could just imagine giving birth to two huge babies.
She continued to work, she was directing "A Street Car Named Desire" by Tenesse Williams and had organized three different musical performances set to be held in the next three weeks. She had recruited a couple of crewmen to help her with the newspaper, which was much in demand as a ship wide discussion board. People submitted poetry, short stories, editor's letters and individual reports or articles on various aspects of the ship or on conferences they'd been to recently.
Her work, however, had it's own set of frustrations and in her enhanced emotional state they grated on Deneb. She refused to explode at any of the people on her crews, however, knowing rationally that she was being irrational. This, however, meant that the slightest provocation, and sometimes even without any at all, she would explode at Jim. Or even Bones or Spock.
"I can't stand it any more! What am I going to do with her?" Jim applied to Bones one night after he'd barely escaped his quarters where Deneb had started throwing things at him for no apparent reason. They had run out of vases last week and so it had been dishes which still contained the last of their dinner.
"You've got another six months of it, friend" Bones had told him with no empathy at all, "What did you want, Jim? A fairy tale? They always skip that part in the fairy tales"
Of course, it wasn't all bad. When she was happy she was very happy and her happiness radiated through the ship. It was during one of these moods that she enlisted both Bones and Spock as surrogate uncles to her children.
"Look, you two are the closest we've got to family and I will not have my children grow up deprived of some kind of extended family" she had said when both had tried to demure. At that they had both agreed and Bones, at least, delved into his role. He even tried to use it to get her into sickbay on the designated days.
"Look here, I want to make sure my niece and nephew are perfectly fine, if that's not too much to ask" he tried one day. She was still resistant.
"For God's sake, woman, I'm a doctor not a witch!" She smiled slightly at this and so she went.
"She's fine, Jim, there's nothing wrong with her at all" the Doctor then had to assure the expectant father when he'd become worried about how many trips his wife had been making to Sickbay.
After another month most of the morning sickness had dissipated and Deneb had a little more control over her mood swings. Things were settling down nicely and the two happy parents began planning for the future. Jim wanted to hold off his request for transfer until the last possible second. He didn't want to leave the Enterprise and everyone knew it.
"It's fine" Deneb said, "I promised Bones he could deliver the babies anyway"
Time travel, in the unusual manner anyway, was the farthest thing from all of their minds. Which is why Deneb was so surprised one evening, while she was brushing her hair out before getting ready for bed. She fingered the necklace Jim had given her for her birthday, only a few weeks after they'd been married. She never took it off. It was a small silver Enterprise emblem on a thin silver chain. She treasured it. She had another one for the daughter she would deliver for him and a ring with the same symbol for their son. She kept one in each of her pockets at all times.
Jim was clearing away some tea cups and data pads at the other end of their quarters. Deneb suddenly turned towards him, the brush dropping from her hand.
"Jim!" she cried, absolute terror in her voice.
"What?" he asked immediately, hearing the terror. It was reinforced on her face. Tears were brimming in her eyes. She could feel /it/.
"Jim!" she cried again, mournfully this time. She started towards him and so he moved to her, arms stretched out. He didn't know what was wrong but he had to console her, do whatever he had to to make it better, to clear away her pain.
Their fingers brushed, a split second before she disappeared.

*Do you want to know what happens to Deneb next? Check out "Pitt Stop" in Next Gen., and "Home Sweet Home", later, in Voyager!*