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Frances smiled, smelling the air of Starfleet Academy, as she walked through the dew covered lawn. My first day as a cadet! Wouldn't Kathleen laugh to see me now? She thought, making a small dance among the other, older students. Kathleen was her younger sister, who had predicted, years ago, that Frances would come to this place. What was funny, and a well-kept secret, was that Kathleen had not only said is years ago, but was years ago.
Frances had come, through a great accident that even she couldn't figure out, from the 21st century. Her sister was dead, obviously, but she couldn't find out any more than that. The records had all been destroyed in the third world war. Frances wasn't too distressed, though, seeing as how she'd known, the second she'd found out when she was, that her family would be dead.
"Come on, Ichi!" Frances turned her head, recognizing the name. She had, back home, been an avid Trekker, and knew Q2's nickname for Icheb easily. One of the things that had surprised and delighted her upon arrival at Deep Space Nine, about ten months ago, was that the characters she had laughed and cried with as a child, and young adult, were alive, and indeed real. And here were two more, within a two second sprint, ones she had especially liked watching.
Q2 was bouncing on his heels, light brown hair bouncing as he waited for the calm Brunali to catch up, before sprinting ahead, and waiting again. He had clad himself in a cadet's uniform identical to Icheb's. Frances dearly wanted to go and introduce herself (she had had a crush on Icheb from the moment she saw him), but hung back, unable to reveal her past.
Actually, the only one who knew was the Bajoran who had found her. Frances didn't want to go home, this was far too exciting. Fenari Benlet, her savior, and best friend in these times, had, after admitting that Starfleet would probably send her home if they knew when she was from, had agreed to keep her secret, and help her with the time change as best he could.
He had kept both his promises as best he could. He had helped her with how to use pads, and all sorts of technology that she didn't have in 2004, and helped her make a deal with the Ferengi on the Station, so she could have fake papers to get into Starfleet Academy. Unfortunately, he hadn't come with her. She was going to have to learn faster than ever before if she wanted to stay hidden.
She continued on, heading to the Information desk, to find her classes. Frances had found that the Academy was a lot like University. There were various lecture halls that you could go to, or not, if you felt like it; there was dormitories, but you could find residence elsewhere.
She had several pads, piled in her arms, by the time she was ready to go to her first class. Turning suddenly in the crowded hallways, she cried out in surprise, as she collided with someone, and the pads went flying from her arms. No one stopped, except for the person she had crashed into, though people gave them a wide berth, and were careful not to step on the pads. Frances shook her head, and began collecting up the pads, pausing as she noticed another set of hands, picking up her pads.
Having been raised to be polite, she looked up to thank the owner of the slightly scarred hands. She gasped, hiding it quickly, as she saw whom it was. Icheb looked up as well, hearing her reaction. He handed her the pads he had collected so far, and said, very seriously, "You dropped these."
Frances laughed slightly, and took them. "Thank you. Um... were you the one I bumped into?" Icheb nodded. "Sorry about that, I should have looked where I was going." Frances could see her reflection in his eyes. The blue eyes whose hue changed when she wore her glasses, which were perched on her nose; the wild dark brown hair that refused to stay in the elastic; the slight body, with muscles that had often been described as made of pudding. Compared to Icheb, tall, cut, and controlled, she looked small, and generally out of sorts.
"Are you a new student?" Icheb asked, standing, and looking down at her as they finished picking up the pads.
"Yes." Frances didn't elaborate. She would have been quite content to ogle at him from afar. "Um... weren't you with someone outside? I couldn't help but notice." She didn't want to seem too interested, but Q2 was a very interesting subject.
"I was, but Q2 isn't allowed inside the buildings."
"Why?"
"The last time he sent a whole class to the inside of a star for 'first- hand experience'. He's not allowed to go into the buildings where large numbers of students congregate, now."
"Which, I might add, is a little unfair. I said I wouldn't do it again." A voice came out of nowhere, somewhere near Icheb's shoulder.
"Q2..." Icheb's voice had an edge of warning in it.
"Hey!" the voice sounded not only offended, but also young. Icheb's eyes closed, and he sighed. Frances could have sworn she saw his pale cheeks color, as he said, reluctantly:
"Q-ball..."
"Yes?" The voice was smug.
"Go outside."
"But it's boring outside!! If you let me stay I won't make any noise." Q2 pleaded.
"No, go outside."
Frances stood uncomfortably for a few minutes, before deciding it was best she go. "I'll let you two sort that out, and get going to my Astronomy class." She set off in the direction she thought, from the map, was right. Silence followed her, until breath on her neck signified someone was watching her. Before she could look around, the voice of Q2 spoke, at the same time, as he turned her body manually.
"You're going the wrong way, Astronomy's that way. Follow Icheb, he's in your class."
"Why's he in my class? Wouldn't he be in a higher class?" she whispered, since the Q was.
"I'm sorry, I said that wrong. He'd not in your class, he's teaching your class." Frances' mouth opened in a small o as she realized just how much she would be seeing of the former Borg.
Frances smiled, smelling the air of Starfleet Academy, as she walked through the dew covered lawn. My first day as a cadet! Wouldn't Kathleen laugh to see me now? She thought, making a small dance among the other, older students. Kathleen was her younger sister, who had predicted, years ago, that Frances would come to this place. What was funny, and a well-kept secret, was that Kathleen had not only said is years ago, but was years ago.
Frances had come, through a great accident that even she couldn't figure out, from the 21st century. Her sister was dead, obviously, but she couldn't find out any more than that. The records had all been destroyed in the third world war. Frances wasn't too distressed, though, seeing as how she'd known, the second she'd found out when she was, that her family would be dead.
"Come on, Ichi!" Frances turned her head, recognizing the name. She had, back home, been an avid Trekker, and knew Q2's nickname for Icheb easily. One of the things that had surprised and delighted her upon arrival at Deep Space Nine, about ten months ago, was that the characters she had laughed and cried with as a child, and young adult, were alive, and indeed real. And here were two more, within a two second sprint, ones she had especially liked watching.
Q2 was bouncing on his heels, light brown hair bouncing as he waited for the calm Brunali to catch up, before sprinting ahead, and waiting again. He had clad himself in a cadet's uniform identical to Icheb's. Frances dearly wanted to go and introduce herself (she had had a crush on Icheb from the moment she saw him), but hung back, unable to reveal her past.
Actually, the only one who knew was the Bajoran who had found her. Frances didn't want to go home, this was far too exciting. Fenari Benlet, her savior, and best friend in these times, had, after admitting that Starfleet would probably send her home if they knew when she was from, had agreed to keep her secret, and help her with the time change as best he could.
He had kept both his promises as best he could. He had helped her with how to use pads, and all sorts of technology that she didn't have in 2004, and helped her make a deal with the Ferengi on the Station, so she could have fake papers to get into Starfleet Academy. Unfortunately, he hadn't come with her. She was going to have to learn faster than ever before if she wanted to stay hidden.
She continued on, heading to the Information desk, to find her classes. Frances had found that the Academy was a lot like University. There were various lecture halls that you could go to, or not, if you felt like it; there was dormitories, but you could find residence elsewhere.
She had several pads, piled in her arms, by the time she was ready to go to her first class. Turning suddenly in the crowded hallways, she cried out in surprise, as she collided with someone, and the pads went flying from her arms. No one stopped, except for the person she had crashed into, though people gave them a wide berth, and were careful not to step on the pads. Frances shook her head, and began collecting up the pads, pausing as she noticed another set of hands, picking up her pads.
Having been raised to be polite, she looked up to thank the owner of the slightly scarred hands. She gasped, hiding it quickly, as she saw whom it was. Icheb looked up as well, hearing her reaction. He handed her the pads he had collected so far, and said, very seriously, "You dropped these."
Frances laughed slightly, and took them. "Thank you. Um... were you the one I bumped into?" Icheb nodded. "Sorry about that, I should have looked where I was going." Frances could see her reflection in his eyes. The blue eyes whose hue changed when she wore her glasses, which were perched on her nose; the wild dark brown hair that refused to stay in the elastic; the slight body, with muscles that had often been described as made of pudding. Compared to Icheb, tall, cut, and controlled, she looked small, and generally out of sorts.
"Are you a new student?" Icheb asked, standing, and looking down at her as they finished picking up the pads.
"Yes." Frances didn't elaborate. She would have been quite content to ogle at him from afar. "Um... weren't you with someone outside? I couldn't help but notice." She didn't want to seem too interested, but Q2 was a very interesting subject.
"I was, but Q2 isn't allowed inside the buildings."
"Why?"
"The last time he sent a whole class to the inside of a star for 'first- hand experience'. He's not allowed to go into the buildings where large numbers of students congregate, now."
"Which, I might add, is a little unfair. I said I wouldn't do it again." A voice came out of nowhere, somewhere near Icheb's shoulder.
"Q2..." Icheb's voice had an edge of warning in it.
"Hey!" the voice sounded not only offended, but also young. Icheb's eyes closed, and he sighed. Frances could have sworn she saw his pale cheeks color, as he said, reluctantly:
"Q-ball..."
"Yes?" The voice was smug.
"Go outside."
"But it's boring outside!! If you let me stay I won't make any noise." Q2 pleaded.
"No, go outside."
Frances stood uncomfortably for a few minutes, before deciding it was best she go. "I'll let you two sort that out, and get going to my Astronomy class." She set off in the direction she thought, from the map, was right. Silence followed her, until breath on her neck signified someone was watching her. Before she could look around, the voice of Q2 spoke, at the same time, as he turned her body manually.
"You're going the wrong way, Astronomy's that way. Follow Icheb, he's in your class."
"Why's he in my class? Wouldn't he be in a higher class?" she whispered, since the Q was.
"I'm sorry, I said that wrong. He'd not in your class, he's teaching your class." Frances' mouth opened in a small o as she realized just how much she would be seeing of the former Borg.