thanks all for reviewing! i still think its a bit... (covers mouth) right, i was told to stop worrying about it... (worries in head) :-)

Worf carelessly shrugged the once limp cheetah off his back and spun to face him. The klingon knew that if Data retained his abilities, then Worf would never beat him. Maybe disable… but not like this. Not in this primal rage. The white cheetah bowed down in aggression, ready to strike. Realizing that Data was probably a lot stronger than he was and faster – the logical choice would have been to fight because Worf was heavier. He also had orders to bring Commander Data to the lounge. So he compromised.

The giant lion swiped at the white cat's nose and ran. The Data-Cheetah rubbed its nose trying to get rid of the irritation. Snarling, he took off after the dark yellow mass of hair as fast as he could. To his animal instincts, it was life and death to the cheetah.

Wolf went barreling into an opening turbolift and pressed a few buttons to get it going. He clearly expected Data to beat him to the intended destination, but it was a noble attempt to get away from the wild cat. On the deck of the observation lounge, Worf sped down the hallway expecting the captain and his detail to find him. He loped softly on the padded floors, watching, wary. He clearly expected the other cat to appear out of nowhere. Data had a, sometimes, rather annoying way of doing that. Sensing movement, Worf stopped in the shadows and crouched down. He made himself comfortable, but ready to fight if need be. The warrior heard some chatting, mentally of course, and a loud voice floating around. Worf stopped and listened, that voice sounded an awful like Commander La Forge. A loud crash came followed by a general chuckle. Worf snorted and exposed himself in the light.

"Hello captain," he prepared. Stopping, Worf realized that there was no one around him. Feeling again dumbfounded, the klingon looked around and walked towards the observation lounge. He tread lightly, Data was a tricky one. Suddenly, he whipped around snarling silently. Worf had sworn he had heard something behind him, but then again he was still getting used to the highly sensitive ears and whiskers. Scanning the area and finding nothing, the king of the large cats started back in his original direction.

Directly in front of his nose less than an inch away was one very unhappy and pissed off Commander Data. Worf froze; he was in deep shit if Data could move that fast and he couldn't hear him. The cheetah grinned and Worf knew he was in for a fight.

Growling loudly, Worf took a large paw to his friend's sensitive muzzle and left quite a mark. He backed off to get space and watched Data scratch at his nose in pain and anger. The fast cat set his yellow eyes on the dark lion's throat and attacked. Although Worf had the larger body, which meant more weight to throw around, Data had the leaner and quicker frame. If the android possessed all of his super-human qualities, Worf was going to find out very soon.

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Once into the turbolift with the gracious help of Geordi, the panther, dog, parrot, and eagle set off to the infirmary to retrieve Dr. Crusher. Everyone they met had been one sort of an animal and occasionally they came across an aquatic animal. Actually, they had found a bass laying on the floor flopping around helplessly on their travels. Picard had carefully scooped it up and flown it to the nearest sink. The bird had been too large to fly through the door. After all, with a wingspan of seven and a half feet, the only place he could truly stretch was in ten-forward or the observation lounge. So he had given the fish to Deanna and she strode in through the door and to the bathroom. Geordi had asked for a bowl of water and in the bass went. Now they carried it in a bucket. The crew member had swum around unhappily in his new water terrain. Lieutenant Dave Beacly swam in so many circles; he got himself dizzy and almost passed out.

Once in the infirmary, the crew set down the lieutenant and sought out their doctor. Riker used his excellent nose, Troi used her amazing hearing, Picard had his excellent eyesight, and La Forge bumbled around hoping to help as best he could.

"Doctor Crusher? Doctor!"

"Beverly!" Troi hollered out.

"What?" An elegant red-tailed hawk flew out and gracefully landed on the countertop next to La Forge.

"Sir! I think I found her!" Geordi called out mentally, seeing as that would reach farther than voice. The doctor looked the large blue parrot standing next to her. That same parrot inspected her back.

"Geordi?" she asked confused. He nodded and cocked his head.

"Interesting look don't you think?" Beverly assumed a gleam in her eyes that told him she was chuckling. "Glad to see you find it so funny doc," he said with a mock serious tone.

"You're right, I do, but I love the color." La Forge tilted his head in a sort of way that said "well-that's-funny."

"Good job Mr. La Forge," the captain approved. "I see you've found our resident hawk."