James was bouncing up and down on the bed in his quarters.
"I'm in the future! I'm on the Enterprise! I just met the captain! AND RIKER!" He was shouting. Luckily all the rooms on the enterprise were soundproofed unless the communications channel was opened.
At that point, the door to his room opened and Danielle walked right into the room, leaving Picard to stand there with his finger just hovering over the door panel.
"Hey James."
"Oh, uh, Hi Captain." He said, quickly getting off the bed.
"Hello James. Nell and I came here to talk to you about the past events."
"We tried to talk to Heather, but the door was locked and she told us to go away. It's probably space sickness."
"That's funny, she only ever gets sick from motion if - well, never." Said James, looking a little worried.
"She's probably just grumpy." Replied Danielle
"I don't know." Said James. "I want to check on her."
At that, James left the room followed by Danielle and a very bewildered Picard.
Heather was laying on the bed with a cold compress on her head, and the light off. The door chime sounded and Heather flinched.
"I thought I told you to go away!"
"Heather, it's me." Came James' voice. "Are you alright?"
"What do you think?" she shouted
"Computer, unlock door authorization Picard alpha tango three."
The doors opened and light poured into the room.
"CLOSE THE DAMNED DOOR!" screamed Heather.
"What's the matter with you?" Asked Danielle. "Do you have a migraine or something?"
"I'm hearing voices in my head and it's giving me a headache, so close the door!"
"Heather, I don't care what time period you're in, hearing voices in your head is not a good thing."
"We should get you to sickbay. Can you walk?" asked Picard.
"Unless you want me to pass out, no." Heather said into her pillow.
"Picard to Dr. Crusher."
"Crusher here captain." Came a voice over the intercom. Heather groaned in pain and Danielle smacked Picard over the head.
"Idiot." She hissed. "Have you ever HAD a migraine? The slightest sound or shred of light, and it feels like someone has taken a bat'lath to you head!"
"BOTH OF YOU JUST SHUT UP!" Shouted Heather, then groaned in pain. "GET OUT OF HERE IF YOU NEED TO TALK!"
That sent Danielle, James and Picard shuffling into the hallway.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" Came Crusher's voice over the com system.
"Sorry, Beverly." Said Picard. "There is a sick girl in the guest quarters, please stand by to have her beam into sickbay."
"You may want to dim the lights a little." Commented Danielle. "And get everyone in there to ferme les grande bouches."
"Aye sir. Crusher out."
In sickbay, the lights were being dimmed and everyone was being shuffled into the next room, shutting off anything that may make noise. Heather beamed into the room, and immediately curled up whimpering in pain.
"Shut off the lights!" Heather begged. "This migraine hurts!"
"Migraine? Why do you have a migraine?" Crusher asked, puzzled.
Suddenly Danielle's head popped into the door. "She's hearing voices in her head." She stated.
"Alright then. Can you sit up?"
"I guess. Can you turn off the lights though?"
"Well I need to be able to SEE you, computer, dim the lights 5%"
"That's better." Heather said, sitting up.
Just then, Deanna, followed by Worf walked in, and promptly tripped over the nearest sick bed and fell on the floor.
"OW!" Shouted Deanna. "Why is it so dark in here?"
"SHUT UP!" Shouted Heather. "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!"
"She has officially lost it." Whispered Danielle to James.
"I thought she already had lost it." Whispered James back.
"Seriously, do what she says." Whispered Beverly to Worf and Deanna. "I'm reading odd brain activity, it's no wonder she has a migraine."
"Well, Worf has been complaining about these guests and I thought I'd check up on them."
"Hi wall!" Said Danielle to Worf.
At that moment, Heather grabbed the nearest tricorder and hurled it at Danielle, who ducked.
"Sorry." Whispered Danielle.
"This is odd. This girl isn't fully human."
"Well, we always knew that." Whispered Danielle.
"There is something odd about her, I can feel it." Whispered Deanna.
"Deanna, come here."
Crusher scanned Deanna, and then Heather again.
"Just as I thought. This girl is Betazoid."
"Well that would explain the voices." Whimpered Heather.
"But how come you never knew before? Haven't you lived with it all your life?"
"I should hope not!"
Beverly gave Heather a hypo spray, and her pain started to ease.
"I should check out the rest of you."
Beverly scanned James.
"That's weird. You two, you're related?"
"Last time I checked." Said Heather
"Well this says he's part Vulcan." Beverly said.
"My turn!" shouted Danielle "Do I get a lollipop afterward?"
"No."
Beverly scanned Danielle. Then with a puzzled look on her face, scanned herself, then Danielle again.
"Well, the tricorder is fine, but according to this, she's dead."
"So what you're saying is; I'm a zombie."
"You're not giving off any life signs, no."
"I always knew she was weird." Said Heather.
"Well, that actually makes sense. After all, we're 361 years in the future." Stated Danielle
"WHAT? They could be carrying diseases that we're not immune to, not to mention that we're violating the prime directive by having them here, why weren't they sent here in the first place Jean-Luc?!"
"One letter for ya." Said James.
"Q" piped in Danielle and Heather.
"Dear lord." Breathed Beverly.
"Yah, we were thinking just about the same thing." Said Heather
"I'm in the future! I'm on the Enterprise! I just met the captain! AND RIKER!" He was shouting. Luckily all the rooms on the enterprise were soundproofed unless the communications channel was opened.
At that point, the door to his room opened and Danielle walked right into the room, leaving Picard to stand there with his finger just hovering over the door panel.
"Hey James."
"Oh, uh, Hi Captain." He said, quickly getting off the bed.
"Hello James. Nell and I came here to talk to you about the past events."
"We tried to talk to Heather, but the door was locked and she told us to go away. It's probably space sickness."
"That's funny, she only ever gets sick from motion if - well, never." Said James, looking a little worried.
"She's probably just grumpy." Replied Danielle
"I don't know." Said James. "I want to check on her."
At that, James left the room followed by Danielle and a very bewildered Picard.
Heather was laying on the bed with a cold compress on her head, and the light off. The door chime sounded and Heather flinched.
"I thought I told you to go away!"
"Heather, it's me." Came James' voice. "Are you alright?"
"What do you think?" she shouted
"Computer, unlock door authorization Picard alpha tango three."
The doors opened and light poured into the room.
"CLOSE THE DAMNED DOOR!" screamed Heather.
"What's the matter with you?" Asked Danielle. "Do you have a migraine or something?"
"I'm hearing voices in my head and it's giving me a headache, so close the door!"
"Heather, I don't care what time period you're in, hearing voices in your head is not a good thing."
"We should get you to sickbay. Can you walk?" asked Picard.
"Unless you want me to pass out, no." Heather said into her pillow.
"Picard to Dr. Crusher."
"Crusher here captain." Came a voice over the intercom. Heather groaned in pain and Danielle smacked Picard over the head.
"Idiot." She hissed. "Have you ever HAD a migraine? The slightest sound or shred of light, and it feels like someone has taken a bat'lath to you head!"
"BOTH OF YOU JUST SHUT UP!" Shouted Heather, then groaned in pain. "GET OUT OF HERE IF YOU NEED TO TALK!"
That sent Danielle, James and Picard shuffling into the hallway.
"Hello? Is anyone there?" Came Crusher's voice over the com system.
"Sorry, Beverly." Said Picard. "There is a sick girl in the guest quarters, please stand by to have her beam into sickbay."
"You may want to dim the lights a little." Commented Danielle. "And get everyone in there to ferme les grande bouches."
"Aye sir. Crusher out."
In sickbay, the lights were being dimmed and everyone was being shuffled into the next room, shutting off anything that may make noise. Heather beamed into the room, and immediately curled up whimpering in pain.
"Shut off the lights!" Heather begged. "This migraine hurts!"
"Migraine? Why do you have a migraine?" Crusher asked, puzzled.
Suddenly Danielle's head popped into the door. "She's hearing voices in her head." She stated.
"Alright then. Can you sit up?"
"I guess. Can you turn off the lights though?"
"Well I need to be able to SEE you, computer, dim the lights 5%"
"That's better." Heather said, sitting up.
Just then, Deanna, followed by Worf walked in, and promptly tripped over the nearest sick bed and fell on the floor.
"OW!" Shouted Deanna. "Why is it so dark in here?"
"SHUT UP!" Shouted Heather. "SHUT UP SHUT UP SHUT UP!"
"She has officially lost it." Whispered Danielle to James.
"I thought she already had lost it." Whispered James back.
"Seriously, do what she says." Whispered Beverly to Worf and Deanna. "I'm reading odd brain activity, it's no wonder she has a migraine."
"Well, Worf has been complaining about these guests and I thought I'd check up on them."
"Hi wall!" Said Danielle to Worf.
At that moment, Heather grabbed the nearest tricorder and hurled it at Danielle, who ducked.
"Sorry." Whispered Danielle.
"This is odd. This girl isn't fully human."
"Well, we always knew that." Whispered Danielle.
"There is something odd about her, I can feel it." Whispered Deanna.
"Deanna, come here."
Crusher scanned Deanna, and then Heather again.
"Just as I thought. This girl is Betazoid."
"Well that would explain the voices." Whimpered Heather.
"But how come you never knew before? Haven't you lived with it all your life?"
"I should hope not!"
Beverly gave Heather a hypo spray, and her pain started to ease.
"I should check out the rest of you."
Beverly scanned James.
"That's weird. You two, you're related?"
"Last time I checked." Said Heather
"Well this says he's part Vulcan." Beverly said.
"My turn!" shouted Danielle "Do I get a lollipop afterward?"
"No."
Beverly scanned Danielle. Then with a puzzled look on her face, scanned herself, then Danielle again.
"Well, the tricorder is fine, but according to this, she's dead."
"So what you're saying is; I'm a zombie."
"You're not giving off any life signs, no."
"I always knew she was weird." Said Heather.
"Well, that actually makes sense. After all, we're 361 years in the future." Stated Danielle
"WHAT? They could be carrying diseases that we're not immune to, not to mention that we're violating the prime directive by having them here, why weren't they sent here in the first place Jean-Luc?!"
"One letter for ya." Said James.
"Q" piped in Danielle and Heather.
"Dear lord." Breathed Beverly.
"Yah, we were thinking just about the same thing." Said Heather