So here it is! Chapter 2! I'm actually surprised I'm writing this. I didn't really like it and was gonna do a rewrite but apparently others liked it just fine! Always nice to hear! I had a moment of inspiration on how to continue this so this is what I've created! Forewarning! I was just gonna leave this as a one shot random battle scene! So if I run out of ideas and stop part way through, its cuz I don't even know who the bloody bad guys are yet! I still have to figure that out!It was supposed to be more about the characters than the mystery! I will try to get this done and not leave ya hanging! I know how annoying that can be!

Thanks to the reviewers:

its me, get over it: You convinced me, I've continued it! I hope you're not disappointed with the results.

itsonlyme: Don't worry! I like him too! I wouldn't do anything TOO bad to him! (like turn him gay or something! That would be tragic and has happened to too many of my fav characters on FanFic! i.e. Simon from Firefly tear)

areoaq08: thanks for the support! Always appreciated.

Anon: Good to know! And as you can see, I have!

Silence…

That was all Wesley heard as he gazed at the almost empty bridge that now lay in shambles. He walked around slowly taking in the sites. Many of the consols were singed from explosions; pieces of one of the science stations lay scattered about the upper deck of the bridge. Silently, the red alert lights were still flashing, unaware that the danger had left already.

Walking over to one of the few functioning consols, Wesley did a systems check: life support functioning but running on secondary systems. Since the warp core had been ejected that meant all shields and propulsion were down. All the emergency shields were holding, for now at least. That was somewhat encouraging. It meant he didn't have to worry about being sucked into space because he got off at the wrong deck. But who knew how long that would last. Comm. systems were down too. He was all alone up here.

Wesley sighed, straightening out his uniform. What now… he thought to himself. He began to drum his fingers on the consol. What to do…what to do…He spun around on his chair scanning the chaotic scene for some kind of answer. He found nothing. I… I have no idea. He stood up and began to pace the room.

"Breath…" Wesley told himself, "just breathe… just… just stay calm… what would Captain Picard do?" Wesley once again searched the room for an answer. "He would… um… he would… check the status of the ship… which I … just did. So then… he…uh… would check for… survivors. Data was left behind… and WAIT! Data!"

Wesley rushed over to inoperative android still lying face first on the floor. He had forgotten all about him. Wesley rolled him over. His face and chest were singed black from the explosion and one of his neural conduits was exposed. As Wesley examined it more closely he saw it had been damaged fairly badly. The lights that were usually flashing with life even when he was off line were black and absent of power. Wesley reached under Data's back and tried flipping Data's activation switch but nothing happened. He seemed obvious he wasn't going to be waking up any time soon until he underwent some major repairs. Repairs that Wesley couldn't do on the bridge and not when he still didn't know what was going on.

"Computer," Wesley commanded. "How many lifeforms are currently on board?"

Silence. There was no response.

"Computer?"

Still no response.

"Damn it." Wesley sighed. Just his luck.

Wesley walked back over to one of the science stations to do the scans himself. Unfortunately, like everything else in the ship besides life support, internal sensors were down.

"Oh come on! God damn it!" Wesley yelled in a mix frustration and fear. He sighed putting his head in his hands. Things were just not going his way today. Wesley gave the consol a resigning kick before spinning around in his chair.

What now? Wesley thought to himself. Um…when in doubt…umm…follow the chain of command…Wesley stared at the empty room. Damn it he thought nervously. He was in command, or of the bridge at least. Not that that was very useful as nothing worked. Then a thought hit Wesley. What about the rest of the ship? I couldn't be the only one left, could I? Wesley paused. He didn't want to answer that question but the answer was invading his thoughts despite his protests. Yes. There was a good chance he was alone. He was alone. I am alone. NO!

Wesley shook his head. No. he thought to himself. He couldn't make any conclusions until he had proof. He was missed by the transport because he wasn't wearing his comm. badge. There had to be others. He couldn't be the only one.

Wesley got up and started pacing nervously again, attempting to control his breathing as the panic began to set in. He had to know and suddenly he was feeling very claustrophobic. He walked over to the turbo lift doors and stood waiting. Nothing happened.

"Right, no power, no turbolift."

Wesley tried to pry the doors open with his hands but he couldn't get his fingers in the crack. He couldn't get a proper grip. He grunted and pulled with all his might but the damn thing wouldn't open.

"UGH!" Wesley exclaimed slamming his fist into the door. "Let me out!" he commanded hitting the door again. "Let me out!" He hit the door again. "Let me out! Let me OUT! LET ME OUT!" With each scream Wesley violently attacked the door, punching and kicking, clawing at the un-openable doors. "please…" Wesley moaned as he relented his attack, panting.

He leaned his back against the doors and sunk to the ground defeated, wrapping his arms around his legs. He was trapped. Trapped in the one place he had fought so hard to gain a place on. What was worse was he was all alone and had no way to know what was going on with the rest of the ship. Was anyone still alive? What about his mom? How damaged was the sick bay area? Why had Data been left while the others had been taken? Did they only just take the bridge crew or a few specific people? Or did they take everyone? Everyone except him and Data? He had all these questions and no way to answer them.

Options… I need options…What could he do with the limited resources he had on the bridge? I could try and bypass the system to tap into engineering… maybe send a message to another part of the ship or one of the independent systems…Wesley shook his head. But I don't have any power to sustain something like that. We're already running on secondary systems and I have to conserve power. No telling how long we'll be out here before someone finds us… Then a thought hit Wesley. How long will the ship be out here? They weren't exactly in the outskirts of the Federation but they also weren't at heart of it. He could be out here for days before anyone even noticed them and it usually takes at least a few weeks before Starfleet officially declares a ship missing. Then they still have to find them. Days… Weeks…That was a long time to be stuck in one room all by himself. What would he do? He couldn't even get to one of the escape pods because he was stuck on the bridge.

A feeling of dread washed over Wesley as he contemplated the time ahead of him. He would just have to keep himself busy… keep himself on task. People with purpose or goals are less likely to go crazy…or at least that's what he'd been told. Food wasn't that much of an issue. They had emergency rations that were technically supposed to last an entire bridge crew for quite a while.

So in the mean time I'll just have to find something to keep myself busy…Wesley stood up surveying the wreckage. He certainly had lots to do. So… where should I start?

To be continued…

So there you go! I hope you liked it! I have ideas for the next chap so I'll try to get typing soon! No promises on a date though! Just soon! (like 2-3 weeks! Maybe even 1)

As always! Please review! It is always appreciated, whether good or bad, fab or flaming, I don't care, I just want honesty! I don't mind flames so long as they are honest ones! If you hate it that much then do tell me what I am doing wrong so I can make a note of that for future stories! Thanks!

So there you go! I hope you liked it! I have ideas for the next chap so I'll try to get typing soon! No promises on a date though! Just soon! (like 2-3 weeks! Maybe even 1)