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Adrienne opened her eyes. She could hear steady breathing beside her; she turned her head slightly and saw Malcolm sound asleep in the chair beside the biobed.
"Some security officer you are," she teased. Struck with the sudden realisation that everything seemed too perfect to be fake.
Malcolm jerked awake.
"I know you weren't asleep you were just 'resting your eyes'," she said.
"How are you?" Malcolm asked, suddenly uncertain of what to say.
"Well, a bit bruised, a bit annoyed and a bit knackered." She replied sweetly. "Who are you?"
Malcolm couldn't seem to find an answer for a moment.
"Here's your cue to say: 'I'm your father!' and for me to reply with a heartbroken: 'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO'" she told him.
He smiled.
"Well, tests prove I'm your father," he admitted. "Don't know how you got here though."
"I clicked my heels three times and said: 'there's no place like home', only home exploded along with my friends and my family." She sighed, blinking furiously.
"The Captain will arrive to see you shortly," said Phlox coming over to them.
He examined her closely for a moment.
"Is she alright?" Malcolm asked.
Phlox nodded.
"I'm fine, when can I get out of here?" Adrienne asked, sitting up.
"When I let you go," Phlox replied. As he wandered towards his menagerie they heard him mutter:
"She's as bad as her father."
She grinned.
"Everybody says that," she told him. "Mum always used to complain......."
She trailed off and looked up at him.
"Past tense," she whispered a sad smile on her face.
"So what do I call you?" Malcolm asked, skilfully changing the subject.
"My name's Adrienne Charlotte Reed but most people call me Denny." She replied. "I think I told you before."
Sickbay doors opened and Archer and Trip walked in.
Her mouth dropped open and her face paled so suddenly Malcolm was afraid she was going to faint, she looked like she'd seen a ghost.
"Oh god!" she whispered. "OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod!"
They came towards the biobed.
"Uncle Trip?" she tried.
Trip half smiled not knowing exactly how to reply.
She leapt up and threw her arms around him, giving him a tight hug.
"I don't believe it!" she exclaimed, finally pulling away.
She looked back at Malcolm accusingly.
"Why didn't you tell me?" she demanded.
A blank look passed across Malcolm's face.
She cursed under her breath.
"Oh bloody hell! No one knows!" she exclaimed suddenly. "Well isn't that just fan-bloody-tastic?!"
Then suddenly all the pieces came together and the puzzle clicked into place.
She closed her eyes,
"I'm on Enterprise," she breathed, "I don't know how but I'm on Enterprise."
"That's right," said Archer, nodding.
"No you don't understand Admiral!" she exclaimed. "The Enterprise was destroyed two years ago! Four Klingon Birds Of Prey attacked it!"
She was silent for a moment as the three men exchanged puzzled and concerned glances.
"That means..........mum's here too," she muttered slowly, her face brightening.
"What's the date?" she asked Malcolm.
"21st August 2153" he replied automatically.
"Well what d'ya know, I've just travelled seventeen years into the past and didn't even break a sweat." She said.
"You're from the future?" Archer asked leaning forward.
"Well unless this is some warped vision of heaven I'd say yes," she replied.
Then she blushed.
"Sorry, I don't mean to be so rude." She apologised.
"What's the last thing you remember?" asked Archer curiously.
"I was being dragged from the bridge and the ship rocked and then there was a white flash of light." She replied evasively.
Sensing it was a touchy subject Archer chose to probe her no further.
"Charlie would kill to be in my place right now," she murmured sadly.
"Who's Charlie?" Malcolm asked immediately.
She blushed again.
My boyfriend," she muttered embarrassedly.
"Charlie who?" Malcolm demanded suddenly feeling a surge of protectiveness towards her.
She muttered something inaudible.
"Pardon?" Malcolm asked.
"Tucker," she told him mutinously.
Archer cleared his throat, as interesting as the conversation was, it was also slightly disturbing. In the space of literally five seconds Malcolm had gone from confused tactical officer to protective father. "What???" Trip asked, "You're dating mah son? I have a son?"
Archer cleared his throat again and resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
They all stared at Archer.
"I need to have a talk with her, alone." He said.
Malcolm and Trip walked away and appeared to be having a quiet argument over the romantic situation of their children.
Archer shook his head and decided to ignore them.
"In 13 years time, Trip will be Captain of the Enterprise," she said in a low and urgent voice. "He'll go on a mission and he won't come back."
"He dies?"
"You can't let him go, it tears his family apart."
"No body was the same after he died, Charlie changed, all of a sudden it was about revenge and wanting to get back at the Klingons that did it."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because you're the one who sends him on the mission."
"I can't mess around with the timeline."
"You have to!"
"It's not that simple, there could be serious repercussions."
"That's a lame excuse! Admiral or not I beg you! Please!"
"I can't change the timeline; I think it would be best if you didn't let on too much."
"Have you ever thought that not sending him on the mission could make the timeline better?"
"You can't know that, if you meddle with the timeline you might end up not even being born!"
"I'VE ALREADY MEDDLED IN THE TIMELINE JUST BY BEING HERE!!!!!!!!!!"
"Calm down."
"There's got to be a reason why I'm here! I could tell Dad about the ship, tell Uncle Trip not to go on the mission, tell mum not to try and save me..........."
Her lower lip wobbled dangerously.
"I'll try and help you, but you can't tell anyone about their futures." said Archer
She was quiet for a moment.
"Dad'd kill me if he knew I'd just talked to you like that," she admitted smiling slightly. "Can I get out of here soon?"
Archer decided to postpone grilling her for information-for the moment.
When he turned to look at Trip and Malcolm, he couldn't help but feel guilty. Trip was the man he would be sending to his death; in the future he was going to kill his best friend. He wished she hadn't told him.
"Lieutenant, perhaps you should take your daughter to have her lunch." Phlox suggested.
"Would that be alright? What if people asked questions?" Adrienne asked.
Archer nodded.
"Just remember what I said, don't tell anybody what will happen," he warned.
She nodded and slid off the biobed. Trip was tempted to ask her more questions about his family but decided against for the moment. Malcolm was confused.
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Adrienne opened her eyes. She could hear steady breathing beside her; she turned her head slightly and saw Malcolm sound asleep in the chair beside the biobed.
"Some security officer you are," she teased. Struck with the sudden realisation that everything seemed too perfect to be fake.
Malcolm jerked awake.
"I know you weren't asleep you were just 'resting your eyes'," she said.
"How are you?" Malcolm asked, suddenly uncertain of what to say.
"Well, a bit bruised, a bit annoyed and a bit knackered." She replied sweetly. "Who are you?"
Malcolm couldn't seem to find an answer for a moment.
"Here's your cue to say: 'I'm your father!' and for me to reply with a heartbroken: 'NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO'" she told him.
He smiled.
"Well, tests prove I'm your father," he admitted. "Don't know how you got here though."
"I clicked my heels three times and said: 'there's no place like home', only home exploded along with my friends and my family." She sighed, blinking furiously.
"The Captain will arrive to see you shortly," said Phlox coming over to them.
He examined her closely for a moment.
"Is she alright?" Malcolm asked.
Phlox nodded.
"I'm fine, when can I get out of here?" Adrienne asked, sitting up.
"When I let you go," Phlox replied. As he wandered towards his menagerie they heard him mutter:
"She's as bad as her father."
She grinned.
"Everybody says that," she told him. "Mum always used to complain......."
She trailed off and looked up at him.
"Past tense," she whispered a sad smile on her face.
"So what do I call you?" Malcolm asked, skilfully changing the subject.
"My name's Adrienne Charlotte Reed but most people call me Denny." She replied. "I think I told you before."
Sickbay doors opened and Archer and Trip walked in.
Her mouth dropped open and her face paled so suddenly Malcolm was afraid she was going to faint, she looked like she'd seen a ghost.
"Oh god!" she whispered. "OhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGodOhGod!"
They came towards the biobed.
"Uncle Trip?" she tried.
Trip half smiled not knowing exactly how to reply.
She leapt up and threw her arms around him, giving him a tight hug.
"I don't believe it!" she exclaimed, finally pulling away.
She looked back at Malcolm accusingly.
"Why didn't you tell me?" she demanded.
A blank look passed across Malcolm's face.
She cursed under her breath.
"Oh bloody hell! No one knows!" she exclaimed suddenly. "Well isn't that just fan-bloody-tastic?!"
Then suddenly all the pieces came together and the puzzle clicked into place.
She closed her eyes,
"I'm on Enterprise," she breathed, "I don't know how but I'm on Enterprise."
"That's right," said Archer, nodding.
"No you don't understand Admiral!" she exclaimed. "The Enterprise was destroyed two years ago! Four Klingon Birds Of Prey attacked it!"
She was silent for a moment as the three men exchanged puzzled and concerned glances.
"That means..........mum's here too," she muttered slowly, her face brightening.
"What's the date?" she asked Malcolm.
"21st August 2153" he replied automatically.
"Well what d'ya know, I've just travelled seventeen years into the past and didn't even break a sweat." She said.
"You're from the future?" Archer asked leaning forward.
"Well unless this is some warped vision of heaven I'd say yes," she replied.
Then she blushed.
"Sorry, I don't mean to be so rude." She apologised.
"What's the last thing you remember?" asked Archer curiously.
"I was being dragged from the bridge and the ship rocked and then there was a white flash of light." She replied evasively.
Sensing it was a touchy subject Archer chose to probe her no further.
"Charlie would kill to be in my place right now," she murmured sadly.
"Who's Charlie?" Malcolm asked immediately.
She blushed again.
My boyfriend," she muttered embarrassedly.
"Charlie who?" Malcolm demanded suddenly feeling a surge of protectiveness towards her.
She muttered something inaudible.
"Pardon?" Malcolm asked.
"Tucker," she told him mutinously.
Archer cleared his throat, as interesting as the conversation was, it was also slightly disturbing. In the space of literally five seconds Malcolm had gone from confused tactical officer to protective father. "What???" Trip asked, "You're dating mah son? I have a son?"
Archer cleared his throat again and resisted the urge to roll his eyes.
They all stared at Archer.
"I need to have a talk with her, alone." He said.
Malcolm and Trip walked away and appeared to be having a quiet argument over the romantic situation of their children.
Archer shook his head and decided to ignore them.
"In 13 years time, Trip will be Captain of the Enterprise," she said in a low and urgent voice. "He'll go on a mission and he won't come back."
"He dies?"
"You can't let him go, it tears his family apart."
"No body was the same after he died, Charlie changed, all of a sudden it was about revenge and wanting to get back at the Klingons that did it."
"Why are you telling me this?"
"Because you're the one who sends him on the mission."
"I can't mess around with the timeline."
"You have to!"
"It's not that simple, there could be serious repercussions."
"That's a lame excuse! Admiral or not I beg you! Please!"
"I can't change the timeline; I think it would be best if you didn't let on too much."
"Have you ever thought that not sending him on the mission could make the timeline better?"
"You can't know that, if you meddle with the timeline you might end up not even being born!"
"I'VE ALREADY MEDDLED IN THE TIMELINE JUST BY BEING HERE!!!!!!!!!!"
"Calm down."
"There's got to be a reason why I'm here! I could tell Dad about the ship, tell Uncle Trip not to go on the mission, tell mum not to try and save me..........."
Her lower lip wobbled dangerously.
"I'll try and help you, but you can't tell anyone about their futures." said Archer
She was quiet for a moment.
"Dad'd kill me if he knew I'd just talked to you like that," she admitted smiling slightly. "Can I get out of here soon?"
Archer decided to postpone grilling her for information-for the moment.
When he turned to look at Trip and Malcolm, he couldn't help but feel guilty. Trip was the man he would be sending to his death; in the future he was going to kill his best friend. He wished she hadn't told him.
"Lieutenant, perhaps you should take your daughter to have her lunch." Phlox suggested.
"Would that be alright? What if people asked questions?" Adrienne asked.
Archer nodded.
"Just remember what I said, don't tell anybody what will happen," he warned.
She nodded and slid off the biobed. Trip was tempted to ask her more questions about his family but decided against for the moment. Malcolm was confused.
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