Thanks to all who have reviewed my story im hopping to keep up my tempo on
posting I have a lot of ideas for this one and an original im working on
side by side with this so who knows what may cross paths between the two
but as always read enjoy and review,
I don't own start trek if I did this would have been the next movie.
SHATTERED MIRROR
Thomas jumped through the rabbits, whole into the deadly wonderland of a dieing mans mind, phaser poised he fell into a roll ready to dodge any attacks against him prepared to weigh any situation, fallen debris or obstacle in his path. But what he saw surprised him. What he saw caught him so off guard his roll failed and he just came to stand at the spot he landed upon almost even being hit by the falling Q whose reaction was much the same.
An old make shift door flew open, "What in the hell," a woman screamed, "How did you get in here? You damn pajama freaks Mr. Hill ain't in his office its closed." Thomas's jaw dropped for a second time in such a short moment, he checked his tricorder with the schematic of the enterprise. The junction they landed in was closer to a shuttle bay then the nearest holideck. Besides they should be in a war torn corridor not some smokey room with foggy windows.
The woman stared at the gaping jaws of her two new visitors, with the hint of a someone who has seen to many strange things in her life to let miraculously appearing strangers bother her to much. This was all to evident as she turned out of the room only to return moments latter with a large wooden instrument. Q and Thomas both recognized this instantly as an ancient baseball bat. Though neither of them felt like playing games.
Thomas turned back reaching for the hole they had just fallen through. This was over he thought its to weird for me. He scanned the ceiling looking for his point of entry and was only greeted with a smoke filled roof and a flickering light in the center. "Its gone." He murmured barely able to speak.
"Now out'a here with the both of you, no new business today go see McGreer down the hall if ya think your problems are important enough." She waved the bat in the air all to knowingly poking it at her audience a few times to bring her point home. "And don't let the door hit ya in the ass ya hear!"
Q led the hurried retreat out of the office, with Thomas quickly in tow. They fallowed out of the anteroom that housed the woman's desk, a secretary of some sort. If not an underfed guard dog Q thought. How he would love returning to show her a thing or two about sports, yet he could feel his power weak here, there was nothing they could do so they fled. They found the exit door and fell into the hallway. The door slammed shut behind them. Thomas read the sign on the door. "Who the hell is Dixion Hill? And were the hell is our entrance hole." He ranted.
"I think Thomas we have underestimated the head we have fallen into." Thomas looked dumbfounded. Not only had in the last few hours been subjected to his father and the death of a god parent, he had been kidnapped by an omnipresent being that ended his mental growth at an all to human age of twelve. All that was left to do was lash out. A human response to, to much stress a point were the mind breaks down and deals with the unknown the best way it can. To make it some one else's problem. And he did, he lashed out at Q.
Q sat and took the banter from his young companion and knew exactly what it was. Picard, even Sisco and Janeway to name a few of his star fleet friends never would lash out like this, no matter how hard he tried. Now this youth gave him in his full glory what he once sought out in a human element. "do you feel better now?" Q asked the inopportunity of the timing gave him no pleasure in Thomas's rage.
"No, ...... sort of......... I don't know" he returned. "What is going on here were is the Enterprise?"
Q pinched the bridge of his nose, a head ache was beginning to rise. Only a few times in his existence could he remember physical pain once was during his stay as a human, the other from the mother of his child. The later almost made him smile. "The enterprise was never there, it was only a representation of the whole. I originally took it as a sign of his failing health only now I see I was wrong at least partially the outer shell is him dieing." He paused momentarily to think of how to put this in corporeal terms. "inside the shell though inside his mind though he's still there, and we my friend have fallen into his fantasy. Or some other figment of his imagination" Thomas's had an expression giving away his thoughts. "As to your next question the answer is I don't know but im sure we won't find Picard here." Q motioned for Thomas to start walking and he did, they were quiet as they searched for an exit.
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They emerged into the damp darkness of night, the street was lined with cold brick buildings that went on as far as the eye could see. Only a few living beings walked this late at night, Q sighed and picked a direction. Thomas still tried with difficulty to play the happenings of the last few hours in his mind, trying hard to make sense of it all. Of course he could understand they were inside Picards mind, or rather he could accept it. Only he never imagined that inside some ones head these kinds of dramas played out. Remembering that Q had told him it was only a representation of what was truly there did not help him at all, maybe he thought it did who knows how his mind would handle how it really looked.
The duo continued in silence down the street stopping at a corner to let an old combustion vehicle motor past. Thomas looked up at the street signs to attempt to make a mental note of were they were coming from. He made it nearly to the other sidewalk before what he saw hit him. He called to Q asking him what street they were on.
"We are on Memory Lane what about it?" then it hit Q "We are on the junction of Memory lane and Thought Process!" Q exclaimed he and Thomas stared for a moment taking in the oddness of the street names and how possibly they may correlate to there situation. They could only do one thing to keep hope, they ran. Until this point all of there hopes had fallen out. The Enterprise to beaten to traverse. Then the map on the tricorder proved useless, now they were lost in an unknown world with no were to go. There hope was to hold as they reached the next street Motor Function Junction, then Neural dr, fallowed closely by Impulse Ally.
They stopped parched of breath, a sensation Q did not enjoy. "This means one of two things, either we landed in some central causeway to Picards mind or its all coincidence." Q hoped the first explanation was correct, maybe though listing to Thomas speak maybe there was hope for a new 4 dimensional thinker, he had gotten Jean Luc to think outside the proverbial box more than once.
"QUENTON," they both turned struck by who was running down the street. Picard greeted Q with a two fisted hand shake "My old friend." He mentioned with an odd loudness. Something struck him as wrong with this man, his face was correct but his stature, his tone, even his accent were all wrong. "Just smile and nod and I will give you both fifty dollars." Picard said under his breath. Something definitely was wrong. He began to lead them down the street speaking of the good ol days, days neither of them could remember. Q had never dated Marry Sue, and Thomas never would have fathomed marring Sally Jo even if he had known her. The one sided conversation continued. For a few blocks when, a click in the nights air caused Thomas who had begun to lag behind his two companions. A backward glance filled his heart with terror as a group of men in trench coats pulled what could only look like weapons from beneath there garments.
"Um... Picard,"
"No son Hill. Dixon....," he never was able to finish his statement, a set of cars came screeching around the corner filled with more hoods and they opened fire. Hill threw them into an ally then dragged them through a door, they closed it hard and panted against the wooden frame. Thomas turned to Q and asked what street they had gone down. Picard or Hill or who ever it was answered them. They quickly wished they hadn't heard him.
If Memory lane was the pathway through his mind then one could only guess what Fear street had to offer. Several gasps then metal on metal thuds began to answer there question as they turned and took in the full majesty and symmetry of a Borg cube. The odd wooden door against mesh of metallic and cybernetic began to rattle with the sounds of someone trying to get in.
"Well gentlemen and I use term loosely on any one in pajamas," again making fun of there uniforms, "We may want to skidattle post haste." And again they ran.
The Borg cube was unbelievably huge from the inside and Thomas could not help but steal a way word glance over the rail that separated them from the cavernous nothing that was the center of the ship. He stared off into the mists that enveloped the ends of his vision. He remembered taking classes in high school and again in the academy about the Borg, every Earth child took at least one. He remembered how the oxygen was thin in a ship, and was only there for the benefit if the biological tissue that was part of the drones as well as the ship itself. And how when it would taper off at its thinnest in the cold reaches of the cavern it would freeze to an ice mist an almost storage point for there oxygen supply. The mist also held one other purpose; it became the back drop for a massive view screen hundreds of feet tall and similarly in width. They all stopped when they saw what was being displayed.
"Cube 440149 begin transporting assimilation drones.........Cube 3333993 begin transferring worker bee drones..... Cube 45902389 is under attack..... moving Cube 483749 to intercept attack group....... Species 5618 orbital station has been assimilated," there was a wine, "I am Locutus of Borg Species 5618 drop weapons and prepare to be assimilated your individual likeness will be added to our collective......... resistance is futile."
The trio stood transfixed as they watched more than a dozen ships move in on Earth, it hit Thomas suddenly remembered a lecture from his first Borg class at the academy, there was a special quest lecturer that day. An admiral he knew all to well, Locutus it hit him was Picard.
"Mean bugger aint he," Dixon Hill broke in, as if unscathed by what he saw before him.
Q and Thomas both understood this was only a vision, that earth truly was not under attack, yet the visage on screen ran home a definite effect. They stood there transfixed as fires burned from dead ships floating in space, and the space dock orbiting earth began to reconfigure itself to a borg design. Then the earth began to move into night only it was not night that brought the darkness to the earth. The progression of Borg technology moved so swiftly it was as if a wave crashed across the surface, a solid moving line of destruction.
So transfixed were Thomas, Q and this Hill person that the sound of the wooden door crashing open, never took there attention. Neither was the approaching gang making any head way into the world there minds had fallen into. Only when Hill was almost knocked off his feet by a drone did they return to the closet approximation of sanity the universe could offer. Dixon about to lunge at the drone was quickly held back by Thomas. "As long as we don't provoke them were safe and trust me you wont like them when there angry." Hill loosened and was let go, he smoothed out the ends waves of his trench coat catching his composure. He turned to Thomas about to speak as a metallic crack rang out. Green fluid poured from the falling form of the drone that had walked into Hill.
The thunderous sound of a million cans of air filled the space around them and in perfect unison the drones on there level stepped off there regeneration platforms. "I think there provoked now." Dixon after saying this was the first to run.
I don't own start trek if I did this would have been the next movie.
SHATTERED MIRROR
Thomas jumped through the rabbits, whole into the deadly wonderland of a dieing mans mind, phaser poised he fell into a roll ready to dodge any attacks against him prepared to weigh any situation, fallen debris or obstacle in his path. But what he saw surprised him. What he saw caught him so off guard his roll failed and he just came to stand at the spot he landed upon almost even being hit by the falling Q whose reaction was much the same.
An old make shift door flew open, "What in the hell," a woman screamed, "How did you get in here? You damn pajama freaks Mr. Hill ain't in his office its closed." Thomas's jaw dropped for a second time in such a short moment, he checked his tricorder with the schematic of the enterprise. The junction they landed in was closer to a shuttle bay then the nearest holideck. Besides they should be in a war torn corridor not some smokey room with foggy windows.
The woman stared at the gaping jaws of her two new visitors, with the hint of a someone who has seen to many strange things in her life to let miraculously appearing strangers bother her to much. This was all to evident as she turned out of the room only to return moments latter with a large wooden instrument. Q and Thomas both recognized this instantly as an ancient baseball bat. Though neither of them felt like playing games.
Thomas turned back reaching for the hole they had just fallen through. This was over he thought its to weird for me. He scanned the ceiling looking for his point of entry and was only greeted with a smoke filled roof and a flickering light in the center. "Its gone." He murmured barely able to speak.
"Now out'a here with the both of you, no new business today go see McGreer down the hall if ya think your problems are important enough." She waved the bat in the air all to knowingly poking it at her audience a few times to bring her point home. "And don't let the door hit ya in the ass ya hear!"
Q led the hurried retreat out of the office, with Thomas quickly in tow. They fallowed out of the anteroom that housed the woman's desk, a secretary of some sort. If not an underfed guard dog Q thought. How he would love returning to show her a thing or two about sports, yet he could feel his power weak here, there was nothing they could do so they fled. They found the exit door and fell into the hallway. The door slammed shut behind them. Thomas read the sign on the door. "Who the hell is Dixion Hill? And were the hell is our entrance hole." He ranted.
"I think Thomas we have underestimated the head we have fallen into." Thomas looked dumbfounded. Not only had in the last few hours been subjected to his father and the death of a god parent, he had been kidnapped by an omnipresent being that ended his mental growth at an all to human age of twelve. All that was left to do was lash out. A human response to, to much stress a point were the mind breaks down and deals with the unknown the best way it can. To make it some one else's problem. And he did, he lashed out at Q.
Q sat and took the banter from his young companion and knew exactly what it was. Picard, even Sisco and Janeway to name a few of his star fleet friends never would lash out like this, no matter how hard he tried. Now this youth gave him in his full glory what he once sought out in a human element. "do you feel better now?" Q asked the inopportunity of the timing gave him no pleasure in Thomas's rage.
"No, ...... sort of......... I don't know" he returned. "What is going on here were is the Enterprise?"
Q pinched the bridge of his nose, a head ache was beginning to rise. Only a few times in his existence could he remember physical pain once was during his stay as a human, the other from the mother of his child. The later almost made him smile. "The enterprise was never there, it was only a representation of the whole. I originally took it as a sign of his failing health only now I see I was wrong at least partially the outer shell is him dieing." He paused momentarily to think of how to put this in corporeal terms. "inside the shell though inside his mind though he's still there, and we my friend have fallen into his fantasy. Or some other figment of his imagination" Thomas's had an expression giving away his thoughts. "As to your next question the answer is I don't know but im sure we won't find Picard here." Q motioned for Thomas to start walking and he did, they were quiet as they searched for an exit.
*************************************************************
They emerged into the damp darkness of night, the street was lined with cold brick buildings that went on as far as the eye could see. Only a few living beings walked this late at night, Q sighed and picked a direction. Thomas still tried with difficulty to play the happenings of the last few hours in his mind, trying hard to make sense of it all. Of course he could understand they were inside Picards mind, or rather he could accept it. Only he never imagined that inside some ones head these kinds of dramas played out. Remembering that Q had told him it was only a representation of what was truly there did not help him at all, maybe he thought it did who knows how his mind would handle how it really looked.
The duo continued in silence down the street stopping at a corner to let an old combustion vehicle motor past. Thomas looked up at the street signs to attempt to make a mental note of were they were coming from. He made it nearly to the other sidewalk before what he saw hit him. He called to Q asking him what street they were on.
"We are on Memory Lane what about it?" then it hit Q "We are on the junction of Memory lane and Thought Process!" Q exclaimed he and Thomas stared for a moment taking in the oddness of the street names and how possibly they may correlate to there situation. They could only do one thing to keep hope, they ran. Until this point all of there hopes had fallen out. The Enterprise to beaten to traverse. Then the map on the tricorder proved useless, now they were lost in an unknown world with no were to go. There hope was to hold as they reached the next street Motor Function Junction, then Neural dr, fallowed closely by Impulse Ally.
They stopped parched of breath, a sensation Q did not enjoy. "This means one of two things, either we landed in some central causeway to Picards mind or its all coincidence." Q hoped the first explanation was correct, maybe though listing to Thomas speak maybe there was hope for a new 4 dimensional thinker, he had gotten Jean Luc to think outside the proverbial box more than once.
"QUENTON," they both turned struck by who was running down the street. Picard greeted Q with a two fisted hand shake "My old friend." He mentioned with an odd loudness. Something struck him as wrong with this man, his face was correct but his stature, his tone, even his accent were all wrong. "Just smile and nod and I will give you both fifty dollars." Picard said under his breath. Something definitely was wrong. He began to lead them down the street speaking of the good ol days, days neither of them could remember. Q had never dated Marry Sue, and Thomas never would have fathomed marring Sally Jo even if he had known her. The one sided conversation continued. For a few blocks when, a click in the nights air caused Thomas who had begun to lag behind his two companions. A backward glance filled his heart with terror as a group of men in trench coats pulled what could only look like weapons from beneath there garments.
"Um... Picard,"
"No son Hill. Dixon....," he never was able to finish his statement, a set of cars came screeching around the corner filled with more hoods and they opened fire. Hill threw them into an ally then dragged them through a door, they closed it hard and panted against the wooden frame. Thomas turned to Q and asked what street they had gone down. Picard or Hill or who ever it was answered them. They quickly wished they hadn't heard him.
If Memory lane was the pathway through his mind then one could only guess what Fear street had to offer. Several gasps then metal on metal thuds began to answer there question as they turned and took in the full majesty and symmetry of a Borg cube. The odd wooden door against mesh of metallic and cybernetic began to rattle with the sounds of someone trying to get in.
"Well gentlemen and I use term loosely on any one in pajamas," again making fun of there uniforms, "We may want to skidattle post haste." And again they ran.
The Borg cube was unbelievably huge from the inside and Thomas could not help but steal a way word glance over the rail that separated them from the cavernous nothing that was the center of the ship. He stared off into the mists that enveloped the ends of his vision. He remembered taking classes in high school and again in the academy about the Borg, every Earth child took at least one. He remembered how the oxygen was thin in a ship, and was only there for the benefit if the biological tissue that was part of the drones as well as the ship itself. And how when it would taper off at its thinnest in the cold reaches of the cavern it would freeze to an ice mist an almost storage point for there oxygen supply. The mist also held one other purpose; it became the back drop for a massive view screen hundreds of feet tall and similarly in width. They all stopped when they saw what was being displayed.
"Cube 440149 begin transporting assimilation drones.........Cube 3333993 begin transferring worker bee drones..... Cube 45902389 is under attack..... moving Cube 483749 to intercept attack group....... Species 5618 orbital station has been assimilated," there was a wine, "I am Locutus of Borg Species 5618 drop weapons and prepare to be assimilated your individual likeness will be added to our collective......... resistance is futile."
The trio stood transfixed as they watched more than a dozen ships move in on Earth, it hit Thomas suddenly remembered a lecture from his first Borg class at the academy, there was a special quest lecturer that day. An admiral he knew all to well, Locutus it hit him was Picard.
"Mean bugger aint he," Dixon Hill broke in, as if unscathed by what he saw before him.
Q and Thomas both understood this was only a vision, that earth truly was not under attack, yet the visage on screen ran home a definite effect. They stood there transfixed as fires burned from dead ships floating in space, and the space dock orbiting earth began to reconfigure itself to a borg design. Then the earth began to move into night only it was not night that brought the darkness to the earth. The progression of Borg technology moved so swiftly it was as if a wave crashed across the surface, a solid moving line of destruction.
So transfixed were Thomas, Q and this Hill person that the sound of the wooden door crashing open, never took there attention. Neither was the approaching gang making any head way into the world there minds had fallen into. Only when Hill was almost knocked off his feet by a drone did they return to the closet approximation of sanity the universe could offer. Dixon about to lunge at the drone was quickly held back by Thomas. "As long as we don't provoke them were safe and trust me you wont like them when there angry." Hill loosened and was let go, he smoothed out the ends waves of his trench coat catching his composure. He turned to Thomas about to speak as a metallic crack rang out. Green fluid poured from the falling form of the drone that had walked into Hill.
The thunderous sound of a million cans of air filled the space around them and in perfect unison the drones on there level stepped off there regeneration platforms. "I think there provoked now." Dixon after saying this was the first to run.