****Thanks to Anon for pointing out a minor problem, mistake. boo boo I
made. All fixed now.
Awake
The turbo-lift came to a halt and Picard was soon walking down the halls of the Enterprise headed for the sickbay manned by his Chief of Medical, Doctor Crusher. He passed several people, each giving him a quick nod of formal greeting as they passed.
As he neared the doors leading inside the medical facilities that took care of the needs of over 1000 beings living on the Galaxy class starship, he saw his bearded Commander , wearing a red uniform as well, walk towards him.
"Something interesting?" The Commander asked as he matched his commanding officer's pace and turned a corner.
"Quite, Number One. We have some intriguing guests."
Riker glanced at his captain. "Intriguing, Sir?"
"Hmm." The captain nodded. "Four young people transported onboard the bridge a few moments ago. Apparently with no idea where they are, or means to communicate in any language, save English or French."
"Really?"
"Yes. And what's even more interesting, Mr. Worf assures me no transport was detected. Neither were any ships."
The commander strode alongside his captain and listened to the short account.
William T. Riker was taller and broader than the captain, and had yet to loose any of the brown hair that covered his head and face. He demanded respect by mere physical being. The balding man beside him demanded no less, but he commanded it, and wielded it with a talent that the Commander only hoped he could some day.
"A cloaked ship. that can transport?" the Commander slowed as they approached the door into the doctor's domain.
"It would explain the transport, but not our guests. They looked human."
The door to sickbay slid open smoothly. They both stopped at the threshold when they saw two blondes arguing.
"S'not like I knew the Bit could even do the spell." The male pointed towards the beds with extreme animation. On two lay the unconscious young ladies.
The gentlemen walked tentatively to the Doctor. "Report?" Picard asked as he eyed the now still couple while they watched him.
Beverly Crusher had not even seen the men enter. She was still trying to wrap her mind around what her instruments told her. She was however grateful that the arrival of the two men dressed in red caught the attention of the bickering blondes though, finally quieting them.
Dr. Crusher looked at her commanding officer with trepidation, then led the two men back to the sleeping forms of two of their unexpected visitors. Buffy followed, leaving Spike mid-argument.
"The younger one," Beverly began.
"Dawn." Buffy quickly offered.
The doctor gave her a gentle smile and a nod. "Dawn seems to have been less severely affected than."
"Willow." Buffy supplied.
"Affected by what?" The captain asked effectively ignoring Buffy.
The doctor shook her head. "I can't find anything wrong with them. As far as I can tell, they are perfectly healthy human young ladies. The only oddity I found was that neither has a universal translator."
"And our other guests?" Picard asked the doctor, taking note that the young woman who'd shown up unannounced seemed to be handling the situation a bit better now.
Buffy, happy that English was being used, was able to follow the conversation.
Dr. Crusher looked back at Buffy. "My guess would be no. From what I saw on the bridge, none of them have ever had a universal translator implanted. I've only been able to do a preliminary scan on them. which revealed something rather." Dr. Crusher watched Buffy look back at Spike who was busy looking around the room.
The pale blonde picked up one of the medical tri-corders, opened it up, flipped it over, then put it back down.
"Doctor?" The bearded commander asked.
"The gentleman," The doctor began again, then looked towards the man eyeing the medical equipment. "William was it?" She called to him.
Spike looked back. "'At's right." He walked to the group sizing up the newest face in the crowd. Too tall in his opinion. A bit like his grand- sire.
"He seems to be." The doctor wavered.
"I'm dead." Spike said plainly.
The two men donned in red and black uniforms turned in unison with nearly matching furrowed brows.
"Excuse me?" The commander said letting the confusion mar his face.
"He's right." Beverly turned to the table beside Willow's bed and demonstrated with a new reading. The tri-corder was passed between captain and first officer before they took on looks of disbelief.
Jean Luc stepped up to Spike and studied his outward appearance. "And you say you've been around since 1876?"
"No. I took up French in 1876." He corrected
Buffy had already crossed her arms and waited for Spike to explain his little medical condition. She'd hoped for a winding tale of some sort.
"And could you explain how that's possible?" Riker said, not believing a word the blond had to say.
Spike shrugged. "I'm a Vampire."
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"And you're sure it was Dawn?" Giles said as he leaned over the counter. His glasses long forgotten, now laying beside an open book.
"Y-yes." Tara nodded. "I saw her reading it."
"But she told her to stop." Xander came to Tara's defense.
Anya sat on a stool, a little bored.
"I didn't know it would work, but I know enough not to just read spells at random." Tara explained.
"Otherwise books start catching on fire. Especially if it's Latin." Xander remembered his own accidental spell casting.
Giles looked over the supplies still strewn around the kitchen. "And you say Spike helped you put this together?"
Tara nodded slowly. "He said that Drusilla wanted to do something similar, and he had most of the information."
"It's alright." Rupert saw the girl felt at fault. He was fairly sure the entire thing was an accident, and so no reason to add the young witch's guilt to the situation. "Right now we need to concentrate on a reversal spell. You still have the original you three came up with. What we'll need to do is go over it step by step, and break each individual point of its construction."
Anya sighed, knowing this would be in no way, a short meeting of the minds.
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Buffy rolled her eyes. Of course he would just blurt it out. Why not?
"Excuse me?" The captain looked between the blondes and back to his Chief of Medical. He had seen some very interesting things during his life while a part of Starfleet. Some with little explanation, some wound through tradition and rumor. Other just aliens not known before. A vampire was never one of the creatures he'd hoped to encounter.
"A vampire?" The bearded commander echoed looking down at the dead man standing before him.
Spike stood straighter. "S'right."
All three of the uniformed adults stared at him.
Buffy looked back at Spike smiling. "Think its about time I prove that?"
Spike curled his lip at her. As much as he loved her, she was grating on his nerves. "Have it covered Slayer." And with little else to say he let his demon visage overtake his human features.
The fearful reaction he was hoping for, and quite frankly enjoyed, was completely absent from the three strangers' faces. Instead, the doctor reset her tri-corder again and took more readings. She studied it and took a step towards him. "Your cranium has shifted, and I note a large number of changes orally. There is also a jump in pituitary output along with the flow of adrenaline."
Spike listened and nodded at the doctor's words. "Orally I knew." He smiled showing his enlarged canines.
"Well that's strange." The doctor continued. "The readings I took from Buffy showed elevated levels of adrenaline as well. They are almost identical to yours now."
"Looks like we have something in common, luv." Spike leered at the blonde standing beside him.
Buffy shifted her feet. "Well we both had hair before too. That doesn't mean we have the same hair color, or style, or. or, or anything."
"Interesting." Picard said while looking over the blonde male. "Of course I've read books of vampires, but I always assumed it was myth." He looked back at the man's face. "I don't recall brow ridges being a part of the mythology." He said questioningly
"S'usually left out." Spike said simply.
Riker eyed the doctor's tri-corder, still open in her hand. "And they are all human?"
Dr. Crusher nodded. "As far as I can tell, physically they all are. The only detected difference was William's status."
The two officers in red seemed to only take note of the situation, and move on. Almost as though finding out that there was a vampire in their midst, or vampires at all, was of no more consequence then finding out that the man had a cold.
Riker walked over to the young red head's bed. "How long until they wake up?"
Beverly Crusher turned from the enigma that had the scientist in her thinking of experiments, ones she hoped the vampire would agree to, and walked up to Dawn's bed. "It's difficult to say. They should be waking soon but Willow seems to have suffered more extensively."
Just then the young brunette laid out on the table groaned and turned her head. Buffy sprinted to her side and took one of her sister's hands in hers. "Dawn?"
The youngest Summers brought her free hand to her head and opened her eyes, blinking several times to let her eyes adjust to the light of the sickbay. She knew she was in a hospital of some sort. That much was clear, but why. "What happened?" She groaned out.
"It's ok. It'll be ok Dawn." Buffy assured her then looked up at the doctor. "She is ok, right?"
Beverly tapped comfortably onto the black panel above dawn's head, then smiled. "She'll be fine. All of her vitals are normal now."
Dawn turned her head to the voice and saw the woman smile down at her. She recognized the face of Doctor Beverly Crusher immediately. She leapt up off the bed and took a few steps backwards until her steps were impeded by another presence behind her. She turned around to see a tall bearded man. A loud short squeal came from her open mouth and echoed through the sickbay.
"Wha-what's going on?" She turned around to see the captain of a fictional ship, on a fictional show that Xander had introduced her to. She spun again to see Spike, then Buffy. "What happened? Where are we?"
"Seems pretty obvious." Spike said with a sneer. He couldn't help it. The entire situation was laughable.
"Dawn." The captain approached her with his hands held up to show he was hiding nothing. "We don't want to harm you."
"Don't want to.?" She saw Willow lying on the bed next to the one she'd been on and turned again to Buffy with anger and fear. "Ok, what is going on?"
Buffy ran up to her sister and held her tightly. "I'm not sure Dawn. Don't worry, we'll get out of this."
Dawn took in her surroundings. Everything was neat and orderly. Just like the show. The doctor, the captain and the commander looked exactly like they had on television. She even recognized one of the orderlies. It struck her how this was so much like the television show. But she'd been in her own home just a little while ago. They were working on a spell. She remembered. That's why Spike was here. He was helping to make a dimension to send Glory to. One she could never escape.
Then it hit her.
She pulled her head from her sister's shoulder and looked around again, realizing the 'how' and 'why' for herself. "I-I did this." She pulled away from Buffy. "I did this."
"Did what?" Picard asked. "What was it she did?"
He was ignored.
"Buffy? We can't get back. That was the whole point." She shook her head. "And it's all my fault." She took a few more steps backwards. "All my-" She spun and ran for the first door she saw and out into the corridors of the huge starship when they slid open.
"Dawn!" Buffy called and ran after her.
The doors slid shut once again.
Commander Riker tapped the insignia on his chest. "Security."
Spike leaned against the wall and fished though his duster's pocket for a cigarette. "Leave 'em be. Slayer's just got to go talk to her a bit."
Riker had no intention of letting them run free on the ship and began spouting orders for a security team to look for two strangers, female, running through the corridors.
"Why do you keep calling her Slayer?" Dr. Crusher asked.
Spike remembered his cigarettes were lying in the front lawn of the Summers home and grunted in annoyance. He nodded towards the door the sister's had run out of. "It's what she is. A Vampire Slayer." He grinned at the curious doctor.
"A Vampire Slayer? She kills vampires?" The captain asked.
Beverly watched Spike nod. "But you just said you are a vampire?"
"Yeah." Spike nodded, now searching his pockets for a smoke that may have fallen out of the pack. Crushed or not, he really could use it now. "I think she's really letting her work slide."
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One thing Buffy knew she could do was catch her sister. Another thing she new was her sister could run very quickly and it might take her awhile. "Dawn!" She yelled again as she turned a corner, catching a glimpse of brown hair disappear around another up ahead.
She passed several people, most dressed in similar uniforms to those she'd seen on the show, others were dressed fairly normal. Slacks and shirts. Occasionally dresses.
The faces she passed were not all human. Some were blue, some were spotted, other had an unfamiliar crinkle on the bridge of their nose. All moved to the side as she sped towards, then past them.
She kept running down the halls, listening for her sister's footfalls ahead. Then she came to a T-junction and stopped. Dawn was gone. Out of sight, out of range to hear her. "Well this is just perfect." Buffy said throwing her arms in the air.
She turned around, suddenly very unsure of where she was, or how to get back to the sickbay. "Oh yeah. This is a typical Buffy day. Just a new setting."
She heard someone clearing their throat behind her and turned to see a man with pointed ears staring at her.
"I'm sorry." Buffy stood aside to let the man pass. He nodded curtly at her and walked by without a word. It wasn't until he was completely out of her vision when she realized she could have asked him for directions.
She slumped her shoulders at the situation and spoke mockingly at whatever deity would listen. "How do I even get back to the. what was it, oh yeah.sickbay?"
Suddenly the panel lit up next to her. The same black panel she saw both on the bridge and in the sickbay. Arrows pointed back the way she came. "Oh yeah." She remembered. "The computer."
She got an idea. "Computer, I need to find Dawn?"
A woman's voice came from all around her. "Please specify planet and hemisphere."
"Oh brother."
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OK, just to warn ya'll. I didn't take allot of time going to find the exact episode or season in Trek this is. Since this is just a make shift universe following the rules that are known to Trekkers I figured being exact about it would be a waste of time. The characters in Trek are just as they would be somewhere around season 5, but I'm not planning on cameos from Wesley or Roe. So if you're waiting for naughty Dawn Wesley moments.. don't hold your breath. That said. Thanks for reading, and more to come. someday.
Awake
The turbo-lift came to a halt and Picard was soon walking down the halls of the Enterprise headed for the sickbay manned by his Chief of Medical, Doctor Crusher. He passed several people, each giving him a quick nod of formal greeting as they passed.
As he neared the doors leading inside the medical facilities that took care of the needs of over 1000 beings living on the Galaxy class starship, he saw his bearded Commander , wearing a red uniform as well, walk towards him.
"Something interesting?" The Commander asked as he matched his commanding officer's pace and turned a corner.
"Quite, Number One. We have some intriguing guests."
Riker glanced at his captain. "Intriguing, Sir?"
"Hmm." The captain nodded. "Four young people transported onboard the bridge a few moments ago. Apparently with no idea where they are, or means to communicate in any language, save English or French."
"Really?"
"Yes. And what's even more interesting, Mr. Worf assures me no transport was detected. Neither were any ships."
The commander strode alongside his captain and listened to the short account.
William T. Riker was taller and broader than the captain, and had yet to loose any of the brown hair that covered his head and face. He demanded respect by mere physical being. The balding man beside him demanded no less, but he commanded it, and wielded it with a talent that the Commander only hoped he could some day.
"A cloaked ship. that can transport?" the Commander slowed as they approached the door into the doctor's domain.
"It would explain the transport, but not our guests. They looked human."
The door to sickbay slid open smoothly. They both stopped at the threshold when they saw two blondes arguing.
"S'not like I knew the Bit could even do the spell." The male pointed towards the beds with extreme animation. On two lay the unconscious young ladies.
The gentlemen walked tentatively to the Doctor. "Report?" Picard asked as he eyed the now still couple while they watched him.
Beverly Crusher had not even seen the men enter. She was still trying to wrap her mind around what her instruments told her. She was however grateful that the arrival of the two men dressed in red caught the attention of the bickering blondes though, finally quieting them.
Dr. Crusher looked at her commanding officer with trepidation, then led the two men back to the sleeping forms of two of their unexpected visitors. Buffy followed, leaving Spike mid-argument.
"The younger one," Beverly began.
"Dawn." Buffy quickly offered.
The doctor gave her a gentle smile and a nod. "Dawn seems to have been less severely affected than."
"Willow." Buffy supplied.
"Affected by what?" The captain asked effectively ignoring Buffy.
The doctor shook her head. "I can't find anything wrong with them. As far as I can tell, they are perfectly healthy human young ladies. The only oddity I found was that neither has a universal translator."
"And our other guests?" Picard asked the doctor, taking note that the young woman who'd shown up unannounced seemed to be handling the situation a bit better now.
Buffy, happy that English was being used, was able to follow the conversation.
Dr. Crusher looked back at Buffy. "My guess would be no. From what I saw on the bridge, none of them have ever had a universal translator implanted. I've only been able to do a preliminary scan on them. which revealed something rather." Dr. Crusher watched Buffy look back at Spike who was busy looking around the room.
The pale blonde picked up one of the medical tri-corders, opened it up, flipped it over, then put it back down.
"Doctor?" The bearded commander asked.
"The gentleman," The doctor began again, then looked towards the man eyeing the medical equipment. "William was it?" She called to him.
Spike looked back. "'At's right." He walked to the group sizing up the newest face in the crowd. Too tall in his opinion. A bit like his grand- sire.
"He seems to be." The doctor wavered.
"I'm dead." Spike said plainly.
The two men donned in red and black uniforms turned in unison with nearly matching furrowed brows.
"Excuse me?" The commander said letting the confusion mar his face.
"He's right." Beverly turned to the table beside Willow's bed and demonstrated with a new reading. The tri-corder was passed between captain and first officer before they took on looks of disbelief.
Jean Luc stepped up to Spike and studied his outward appearance. "And you say you've been around since 1876?"
"No. I took up French in 1876." He corrected
Buffy had already crossed her arms and waited for Spike to explain his little medical condition. She'd hoped for a winding tale of some sort.
"And could you explain how that's possible?" Riker said, not believing a word the blond had to say.
Spike shrugged. "I'm a Vampire."
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"And you're sure it was Dawn?" Giles said as he leaned over the counter. His glasses long forgotten, now laying beside an open book.
"Y-yes." Tara nodded. "I saw her reading it."
"But she told her to stop." Xander came to Tara's defense.
Anya sat on a stool, a little bored.
"I didn't know it would work, but I know enough not to just read spells at random." Tara explained.
"Otherwise books start catching on fire. Especially if it's Latin." Xander remembered his own accidental spell casting.
Giles looked over the supplies still strewn around the kitchen. "And you say Spike helped you put this together?"
Tara nodded slowly. "He said that Drusilla wanted to do something similar, and he had most of the information."
"It's alright." Rupert saw the girl felt at fault. He was fairly sure the entire thing was an accident, and so no reason to add the young witch's guilt to the situation. "Right now we need to concentrate on a reversal spell. You still have the original you three came up with. What we'll need to do is go over it step by step, and break each individual point of its construction."
Anya sighed, knowing this would be in no way, a short meeting of the minds.
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Buffy rolled her eyes. Of course he would just blurt it out. Why not?
"Excuse me?" The captain looked between the blondes and back to his Chief of Medical. He had seen some very interesting things during his life while a part of Starfleet. Some with little explanation, some wound through tradition and rumor. Other just aliens not known before. A vampire was never one of the creatures he'd hoped to encounter.
"A vampire?" The bearded commander echoed looking down at the dead man standing before him.
Spike stood straighter. "S'right."
All three of the uniformed adults stared at him.
Buffy looked back at Spike smiling. "Think its about time I prove that?"
Spike curled his lip at her. As much as he loved her, she was grating on his nerves. "Have it covered Slayer." And with little else to say he let his demon visage overtake his human features.
The fearful reaction he was hoping for, and quite frankly enjoyed, was completely absent from the three strangers' faces. Instead, the doctor reset her tri-corder again and took more readings. She studied it and took a step towards him. "Your cranium has shifted, and I note a large number of changes orally. There is also a jump in pituitary output along with the flow of adrenaline."
Spike listened and nodded at the doctor's words. "Orally I knew." He smiled showing his enlarged canines.
"Well that's strange." The doctor continued. "The readings I took from Buffy showed elevated levels of adrenaline as well. They are almost identical to yours now."
"Looks like we have something in common, luv." Spike leered at the blonde standing beside him.
Buffy shifted her feet. "Well we both had hair before too. That doesn't mean we have the same hair color, or style, or. or, or anything."
"Interesting." Picard said while looking over the blonde male. "Of course I've read books of vampires, but I always assumed it was myth." He looked back at the man's face. "I don't recall brow ridges being a part of the mythology." He said questioningly
"S'usually left out." Spike said simply.
Riker eyed the doctor's tri-corder, still open in her hand. "And they are all human?"
Dr. Crusher nodded. "As far as I can tell, physically they all are. The only detected difference was William's status."
The two officers in red seemed to only take note of the situation, and move on. Almost as though finding out that there was a vampire in their midst, or vampires at all, was of no more consequence then finding out that the man had a cold.
Riker walked over to the young red head's bed. "How long until they wake up?"
Beverly Crusher turned from the enigma that had the scientist in her thinking of experiments, ones she hoped the vampire would agree to, and walked up to Dawn's bed. "It's difficult to say. They should be waking soon but Willow seems to have suffered more extensively."
Just then the young brunette laid out on the table groaned and turned her head. Buffy sprinted to her side and took one of her sister's hands in hers. "Dawn?"
The youngest Summers brought her free hand to her head and opened her eyes, blinking several times to let her eyes adjust to the light of the sickbay. She knew she was in a hospital of some sort. That much was clear, but why. "What happened?" She groaned out.
"It's ok. It'll be ok Dawn." Buffy assured her then looked up at the doctor. "She is ok, right?"
Beverly tapped comfortably onto the black panel above dawn's head, then smiled. "She'll be fine. All of her vitals are normal now."
Dawn turned her head to the voice and saw the woman smile down at her. She recognized the face of Doctor Beverly Crusher immediately. She leapt up off the bed and took a few steps backwards until her steps were impeded by another presence behind her. She turned around to see a tall bearded man. A loud short squeal came from her open mouth and echoed through the sickbay.
"Wha-what's going on?" She turned around to see the captain of a fictional ship, on a fictional show that Xander had introduced her to. She spun again to see Spike, then Buffy. "What happened? Where are we?"
"Seems pretty obvious." Spike said with a sneer. He couldn't help it. The entire situation was laughable.
"Dawn." The captain approached her with his hands held up to show he was hiding nothing. "We don't want to harm you."
"Don't want to.?" She saw Willow lying on the bed next to the one she'd been on and turned again to Buffy with anger and fear. "Ok, what is going on?"
Buffy ran up to her sister and held her tightly. "I'm not sure Dawn. Don't worry, we'll get out of this."
Dawn took in her surroundings. Everything was neat and orderly. Just like the show. The doctor, the captain and the commander looked exactly like they had on television. She even recognized one of the orderlies. It struck her how this was so much like the television show. But she'd been in her own home just a little while ago. They were working on a spell. She remembered. That's why Spike was here. He was helping to make a dimension to send Glory to. One she could never escape.
Then it hit her.
She pulled her head from her sister's shoulder and looked around again, realizing the 'how' and 'why' for herself. "I-I did this." She pulled away from Buffy. "I did this."
"Did what?" Picard asked. "What was it she did?"
He was ignored.
"Buffy? We can't get back. That was the whole point." She shook her head. "And it's all my fault." She took a few more steps backwards. "All my-" She spun and ran for the first door she saw and out into the corridors of the huge starship when they slid open.
"Dawn!" Buffy called and ran after her.
The doors slid shut once again.
Commander Riker tapped the insignia on his chest. "Security."
Spike leaned against the wall and fished though his duster's pocket for a cigarette. "Leave 'em be. Slayer's just got to go talk to her a bit."
Riker had no intention of letting them run free on the ship and began spouting orders for a security team to look for two strangers, female, running through the corridors.
"Why do you keep calling her Slayer?" Dr. Crusher asked.
Spike remembered his cigarettes were lying in the front lawn of the Summers home and grunted in annoyance. He nodded towards the door the sister's had run out of. "It's what she is. A Vampire Slayer." He grinned at the curious doctor.
"A Vampire Slayer? She kills vampires?" The captain asked.
Beverly watched Spike nod. "But you just said you are a vampire?"
"Yeah." Spike nodded, now searching his pockets for a smoke that may have fallen out of the pack. Crushed or not, he really could use it now. "I think she's really letting her work slide."
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One thing Buffy knew she could do was catch her sister. Another thing she new was her sister could run very quickly and it might take her awhile. "Dawn!" She yelled again as she turned a corner, catching a glimpse of brown hair disappear around another up ahead.
She passed several people, most dressed in similar uniforms to those she'd seen on the show, others were dressed fairly normal. Slacks and shirts. Occasionally dresses.
The faces she passed were not all human. Some were blue, some were spotted, other had an unfamiliar crinkle on the bridge of their nose. All moved to the side as she sped towards, then past them.
She kept running down the halls, listening for her sister's footfalls ahead. Then she came to a T-junction and stopped. Dawn was gone. Out of sight, out of range to hear her. "Well this is just perfect." Buffy said throwing her arms in the air.
She turned around, suddenly very unsure of where she was, or how to get back to the sickbay. "Oh yeah. This is a typical Buffy day. Just a new setting."
She heard someone clearing their throat behind her and turned to see a man with pointed ears staring at her.
"I'm sorry." Buffy stood aside to let the man pass. He nodded curtly at her and walked by without a word. It wasn't until he was completely out of her vision when she realized she could have asked him for directions.
She slumped her shoulders at the situation and spoke mockingly at whatever deity would listen. "How do I even get back to the. what was it, oh yeah.sickbay?"
Suddenly the panel lit up next to her. The same black panel she saw both on the bridge and in the sickbay. Arrows pointed back the way she came. "Oh yeah." She remembered. "The computer."
She got an idea. "Computer, I need to find Dawn?"
A woman's voice came from all around her. "Please specify planet and hemisphere."
"Oh brother."
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OK, just to warn ya'll. I didn't take allot of time going to find the exact episode or season in Trek this is. Since this is just a make shift universe following the rules that are known to Trekkers I figured being exact about it would be a waste of time. The characters in Trek are just as they would be somewhere around season 5, but I'm not planning on cameos from Wesley or Roe. So if you're waiting for naughty Dawn Wesley moments.. don't hold your breath. That said. Thanks for reading, and more to come. someday.