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Also, this chapter is a bit shorter, sorry, but the next one should be a lot longer.

Chapter 3

All eight - Will, Deanna, Lwaxana, Data, Wesley, Morgan, Faith, and Kaitlyn - looked at their surroundings in confusion.

"Where are we?" Deanna asked no one in particular.

"Whatever planet we are presently located on, this is apparently its agricultural region," Data said.

"Yeah, obviously," Faith said, rolling her eyes.

Wesley stopped looking around and spoke to the group, though looking at Riker. "Wait a minute. I think I can get all of us back to the Enterprise," he said. Will nodded, and a second later, Wes vanished.

Lwaxana Troi blinked. "Wasn't he supposed to take us with him?" she asked.

"I thought that's what he said," Kaitlyn said in confusion. "Maybe he's just making sure that he can get there."

"But why would he need to do that? I thought he could go just about anywhere with his powers," Riker said.

Kaitlyn shrugged. "So did I. I don't know."

Meanwhile, Wesley focused, pictured the Enterprise and tried to take himself there. The cornfield and his friends around him disappeared, and he expected to find himself back on the observation deck a second later, but instead the cornfield re-appeared, though without the others. And suddenly he felt tired.

"What in the world?" he said aloud. He tried again, but again he still ended up in the cornfield. And this time, he felt exhausted. This isn't right. What happened? The young Traveler stood among the corn stalks that were waving slightly in the wind, breathing hard, and struggling to understand what could possibly be wrong. Nothing quite like this had ever happened before. His powers had simply failed to work before, on the mimic ship in the Rashanar site, but they had never worked, and then come up short like this. He had probably only traveled a few meters, he realized, because now he could hear voices floating on the breeze, coming from his left.

Parting the corn, he walked toward the voices and within a couple of minutes he found his friends again, standing there talking and apparently wondering out loud what had happened to him.

"I'm right here," he said, frowning as he stepped into the tiny clearing that had been formed by the several people now standing there. All of them turned to look at him in surprise.

"Wes, what happened? Are you all right?" Kaitlyn asked, noticing his now tired face.

"I'm fine, but I don't know what happened. I only went a few meters. There is definitely something seriously weird going on here. My powers are on the blink for some reason."

"I could have told you something weird was going on when we got sucked through that vortex!" Morgan said, crossing her arms.

"Yes, but now we need to find out what's going on, and how to get back," Riker said, taking command of the situation as the ranking officer in the bunch.

"And how do you suggest we do that?" Lwaxana said, raising and eyebrow.

"First we must establish our location," Data said. "And I believe, Commander, that we are on Earth."

"What?" Will said. "How is that possible?"

"I am not sure, sir, but I believe that we are on Earth of the past."

"Wait a sec, are you saying that that vortex was a time warp?" Faith said in disbelief.

"That is a possibility," the android said.

"Then how are we supposed to-" Kaitlyn stopped, midsentence, when a sudden draft of air rushed past the group. The cornstalks rustled violently for a second or two, then stopped. "What was that?"

"Right now, I would believe anything," Deanna said.

Will started to say something, but then they heard what must have been someone walking toward them, and they waited to see who, or what. A moment later a tall, dark haired teenage boy in a red t-shirt and blue jeans stepped through the corn near them.

"Who are you?" he asked, frowning slightly. "What are you doing out here?"

Nearly all of the group from the Enterprise began talking at once, offering half a dozed different false explanations, but Commander Riker quieted them all with a movement of his hand and stepped toward the young man as he made a decision.

'To be honest, we don't know where we are, why we're here, or how we got here," Will said. He glanced around at his comrades. "It's…kind of a long story."

For some reason, the teenager didn't look the least bit surprised. He stepped forward and held out his hand, which Riker took.

"Well maybe I can help you," he said, shaking Will's hand.

He smiled then, and introduced himself. "I'm Clark Kent, and you're in Smallville."