Oh, you know how I use ". . ." a lot? I got it from my friend. She's
slightly crazy. She writes ". . ." in her notes when she thinks I'm being
weird. Needless to say, if I kept those notes I'd have a lot of pieces of
paper with ". . ." written just about every where. She also says "POOF!" a
lot. Ya, she's crazy. You can see why we're good frenimies.
(Friend/Enemies.) Hee hee hee, SK! You may be wondering why I am writing so
much. On the 21st I had 2 stories each with two chapters. Now I have 4 one
chapter stories, Elemental has 3 chapters and my new Dimensional has four
and this is the fifth. That's 10 chapters in 3 days. How do I do it?
I have a lot of time on my hands.
Also, I think I've expanded my sub telepathic link. Stories just come to me. *Sigh* Remember: Sleep cures all!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Delta looked up to find Kes staring at her with a small smile on her face. "Hello Kes!" said Delta happily. The finding of her songs had made her infinitely more cheerful.
"Hello. Chakotay sent me down to see you and help you with clothes. He just told me you were a. . .guest."
"Really? Well, sit down and I'll tell you."
Kes sat looking at Delta benevolently.
"You see, I fell through this natural temporal rift in the interdimensional continuum. . ."
After Delta finished explaining, she added "And now I remember songs! All sorts of songs. I've got songs for every occasion. I can hear them in my head. No idea who sings them, but hey. . ."
"Well, seems like you're fairly happy."
"Well, I can't really remember anything to miss now, can I?" DA brushed off the remark. "Anyway, Chakotay says I need some new clothes, and no offense, but I don't really think I can pull off the short skirt look you've got going on there and I don't really want to wear a uniform. . . I like clothes colourful Well, most of the time. Any ideas?"
"Well, do you mind wearing a bodysuit?"
"What, the whole body catsuit thing? Not happening."
"No, just a long sleeve body suit."
"Well, I don't really want anything on my arms. . . wait! I have an idea! You know how the command officers wear those turtleneck things under shirts? I have no idea how they don't boil, but if I had a turtleneck-ish short sleeve bodysuit with no legs and I wore a loose pair of pants and a shirt with one of those slit things like the uniforms. . . would that work?"
Kes thought a moment. "Yes I think that would do. Here, let's design it on a PADD and submit it to the Commander to see if he'll approve."
They spent the next 25 minutes coming up with the specs for the clothes. "Do you think it's too over the top?" Asked Delta self-consciously.
"No, actually. Now, what colours do you want?"
"Three bodysuits, one blue, one red, and one black. Four sets of pants/tops, one purple one orange, one green, one black."
Even soft-spoken Kes had to say, "That's very colourful."
"I know! More cheer! Neelix will appreciate it."
"You know Neelix?"
"Of course. He's so. . . kind-uncle-like. Remember, I've been watching you. . . duh duh duh!"
Kes gave a small laugh. "Well, I'll give these to Commander Chakotay. I have to go to-"
"Sickbay?" interjected Delta.
"Yes, how did you- never mind. Why do you ask?"
"Can I come too? My stomach is starting to hurt. Has been for the last 15 minutes."
"Of course. Come on."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"According to these scans, you're having menstrual cramps. There are traces of ibuprofen in your system; I'm surprised it worked at all. However, I can give you some medication that will work much better than that caveman medication." The Doctor injected a hypospray into Delta's neck.
"Thanks Doctor! I'll let you get back to work."
"Actually, I want to give you a physical. I'd like to have some sort of medical file if there's no way of sending you back." The Doctor held up a tricorder to begin scanning her.
"Ok. . ." Delta seemed hesitant.
"It's fine. See, this won't hurt, it's-"
"A tricorder, I know. I just don't like physicals."
"Just like the Captain."
"I know. You have to order her to her physicals."
If the doctor was surprised at her knowledge he didn't show it. He continued scanning her. "My my my! According to this your metabolism is abysmal. Even if you only ate 2000 calories a day you would have had to do an amazing amount of exercise. I can give you something to increase it. . ."
"Please do, doctor. Something tells me I won't get nearly as much exercise here as I did before."
Doctor ran a couple more scans before he declared her in perfect health. "I'll do a last genetic scan then you can be on your way."
As he did, he went over to input the data into the database. A genetic diagram came up on the screen. The Doctor started. "Delta. . . this is amazing."
"What is it doc?"
"You're. . .you're not aging. See look, your genetic codes are not telling your bones to grow. Sure, you can gain or lose weight, muscle, even go through your menstrual cycle but your bones won't grow and your features won't change. You're going to stay the same unless I can come up with a way to make your genes tell your body to age!"
"Do I really want that?" asked Delta with a grin.
"This could have serious implications! I'll have to tell the Captain, or at least the Commander."
The girl sighed. "Put it in the PADD with Keses' clothing designs," she answered. "I'm going to go study this ship. I have a lot of questions I never got answers to." She left Kes and the Doctor looking slightly puzzled as she walked out of sickbay and down the corridor.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Meanwhile, B'Elanna woke up and was wondering how to present the Captain with her 'vision'. She'd tell her at the meeting, of course. She wondered if she was crazy. *Of course your not!* she scolded herself. *The best engineer in the Delta Quadrant can't be crazy!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Delta wondered where to go. A few minutes ago she had been determined to march down to engineering and demand to know how the warp core worked. She now, of course, realized how stupid that was. She should wait until after the Captain told Voyager about her. DA went back to her room and promptly felt exhausted. She'd been through a lot in the last two hours. Looking at the time, she realized it was 3:30 by her watch. That meant 1530 Voyager time. She asked the computer to play some music. . .country. The computer had no idea what she meant. Tapping into the consol, she searched through music files. *This isn't THAT hard to work. . .*she thought as she found a CD that had a song she recognized. She punched in the code and Lonestar's greatest hits CD played over her speakers. Settling down, she lay down on her bed and was almost asleep when. . .
"Janeway to Delta"
Delta pressed the thing in the wall that had made the noise. "Yes?" she answered groggily.
"There is a meeting for the senior officers to meet you at 20 hundred hours. I'd like to see you at 1945 hours in my ready room. Do you know where that is?"
"Yes, I think so."
She resisted the urge to say of course, I've only been watching you for most of your time in the DQ and I don't know where the bridge is. *Never miss an opportunity to shut up.* She thought to herself as she lay down. Sleep would help. Sleep cures all.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Like it? Love it? Think I'm the devil? Insane? Brilliant? Should be somewhere with nice soft padded walls? Tell me! But if you don't, that's ok. You'll get another chance in 59 billion years on the next time round. Word to the Wise: Life's too short to drink cheap wine.
I have a lot of time on my hands.
Also, I think I've expanded my sub telepathic link. Stories just come to me. *Sigh* Remember: Sleep cures all!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Delta looked up to find Kes staring at her with a small smile on her face. "Hello Kes!" said Delta happily. The finding of her songs had made her infinitely more cheerful.
"Hello. Chakotay sent me down to see you and help you with clothes. He just told me you were a. . .guest."
"Really? Well, sit down and I'll tell you."
Kes sat looking at Delta benevolently.
"You see, I fell through this natural temporal rift in the interdimensional continuum. . ."
After Delta finished explaining, she added "And now I remember songs! All sorts of songs. I've got songs for every occasion. I can hear them in my head. No idea who sings them, but hey. . ."
"Well, seems like you're fairly happy."
"Well, I can't really remember anything to miss now, can I?" DA brushed off the remark. "Anyway, Chakotay says I need some new clothes, and no offense, but I don't really think I can pull off the short skirt look you've got going on there and I don't really want to wear a uniform. . . I like clothes colourful Well, most of the time. Any ideas?"
"Well, do you mind wearing a bodysuit?"
"What, the whole body catsuit thing? Not happening."
"No, just a long sleeve body suit."
"Well, I don't really want anything on my arms. . . wait! I have an idea! You know how the command officers wear those turtleneck things under shirts? I have no idea how they don't boil, but if I had a turtleneck-ish short sleeve bodysuit with no legs and I wore a loose pair of pants and a shirt with one of those slit things like the uniforms. . . would that work?"
Kes thought a moment. "Yes I think that would do. Here, let's design it on a PADD and submit it to the Commander to see if he'll approve."
They spent the next 25 minutes coming up with the specs for the clothes. "Do you think it's too over the top?" Asked Delta self-consciously.
"No, actually. Now, what colours do you want?"
"Three bodysuits, one blue, one red, and one black. Four sets of pants/tops, one purple one orange, one green, one black."
Even soft-spoken Kes had to say, "That's very colourful."
"I know! More cheer! Neelix will appreciate it."
"You know Neelix?"
"Of course. He's so. . . kind-uncle-like. Remember, I've been watching you. . . duh duh duh!"
Kes gave a small laugh. "Well, I'll give these to Commander Chakotay. I have to go to-"
"Sickbay?" interjected Delta.
"Yes, how did you- never mind. Why do you ask?"
"Can I come too? My stomach is starting to hurt. Has been for the last 15 minutes."
"Of course. Come on."
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
"According to these scans, you're having menstrual cramps. There are traces of ibuprofen in your system; I'm surprised it worked at all. However, I can give you some medication that will work much better than that caveman medication." The Doctor injected a hypospray into Delta's neck.
"Thanks Doctor! I'll let you get back to work."
"Actually, I want to give you a physical. I'd like to have some sort of medical file if there's no way of sending you back." The Doctor held up a tricorder to begin scanning her.
"Ok. . ." Delta seemed hesitant.
"It's fine. See, this won't hurt, it's-"
"A tricorder, I know. I just don't like physicals."
"Just like the Captain."
"I know. You have to order her to her physicals."
If the doctor was surprised at her knowledge he didn't show it. He continued scanning her. "My my my! According to this your metabolism is abysmal. Even if you only ate 2000 calories a day you would have had to do an amazing amount of exercise. I can give you something to increase it. . ."
"Please do, doctor. Something tells me I won't get nearly as much exercise here as I did before."
Doctor ran a couple more scans before he declared her in perfect health. "I'll do a last genetic scan then you can be on your way."
As he did, he went over to input the data into the database. A genetic diagram came up on the screen. The Doctor started. "Delta. . . this is amazing."
"What is it doc?"
"You're. . .you're not aging. See look, your genetic codes are not telling your bones to grow. Sure, you can gain or lose weight, muscle, even go through your menstrual cycle but your bones won't grow and your features won't change. You're going to stay the same unless I can come up with a way to make your genes tell your body to age!"
"Do I really want that?" asked Delta with a grin.
"This could have serious implications! I'll have to tell the Captain, or at least the Commander."
The girl sighed. "Put it in the PADD with Keses' clothing designs," she answered. "I'm going to go study this ship. I have a lot of questions I never got answers to." She left Kes and the Doctor looking slightly puzzled as she walked out of sickbay and down the corridor.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Meanwhile, B'Elanna woke up and was wondering how to present the Captain with her 'vision'. She'd tell her at the meeting, of course. She wondered if she was crazy. *Of course your not!* she scolded herself. *The best engineer in the Delta Quadrant can't be crazy!
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Delta wondered where to go. A few minutes ago she had been determined to march down to engineering and demand to know how the warp core worked. She now, of course, realized how stupid that was. She should wait until after the Captain told Voyager about her. DA went back to her room and promptly felt exhausted. She'd been through a lot in the last two hours. Looking at the time, she realized it was 3:30 by her watch. That meant 1530 Voyager time. She asked the computer to play some music. . .country. The computer had no idea what she meant. Tapping into the consol, she searched through music files. *This isn't THAT hard to work. . .*she thought as she found a CD that had a song she recognized. She punched in the code and Lonestar's greatest hits CD played over her speakers. Settling down, she lay down on her bed and was almost asleep when. . .
"Janeway to Delta"
Delta pressed the thing in the wall that had made the noise. "Yes?" she answered groggily.
"There is a meeting for the senior officers to meet you at 20 hundred hours. I'd like to see you at 1945 hours in my ready room. Do you know where that is?"
"Yes, I think so."
She resisted the urge to say of course, I've only been watching you for most of your time in the DQ and I don't know where the bridge is. *Never miss an opportunity to shut up.* She thought to herself as she lay down. Sleep would help. Sleep cures all.
~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~
Like it? Love it? Think I'm the devil? Insane? Brilliant? Should be somewhere with nice soft padded walls? Tell me! But if you don't, that's ok. You'll get another chance in 59 billion years on the next time round. Word to the Wise: Life's too short to drink cheap wine.