Wes sat absent-mindedly piloting the ship, his thoughts on other, more
interesting things.
"Ensign Crusher, do my eyes deceive me or are you trying to play the piano on the helm?" Picard asked, getting no response. "Ensign Crusher! Wesley!"
"Wes? Are you alright?" asked Riker, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Huh? Oh, yes, never better!" Replied Wes.
Riker rolled his eyes and turned to the captain.
"Sir, I think we should relieve this love-struck officer from duty before he kills us by flying us into a star."
Wes looked up and blushed a little.
Suddenly with a flash of blinding light, (Superman appeared! LOL, just joking guys!) the bridge was littered with seventeen girls, disoriented and all chattering in surprise at the same time.
"What the-?"
"Where are we?"
"Hey, I was just at the best part of my book!"
"Nooo! Ethan's gone!"
"Is this the enterprise?"
"Damnit! I was in the middle of putting on makeup! I have a dance recital in an hour!"
"Hey, I have a date in two minuets!"
"Shiny head!"
"The original is WAY better."
"Can I fly the ship?
"Ouch. Well I thought I was dreaming but."
"Someone get me down from here!"
"Thunderbirds is a WAY better show."
"Mr. Picard! I'm a great fan of yours!"
"Hey babe, wanna help me down from here?"
"AHHHHHHHHH! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!"
"There's Klingons on the starboard bow, starboard bow, starboard bow."
The bridge was in complete and udder chaos.
"SCILENCE!" shouted Worf, knocking the screaming girl (Named Chelsea) off the board in front of him.
"Mr. Worf, be polite! Picard to Heather and Nell! Report to the bridge immediately!" Shouted Picard.
"Pourquoi?" Came Danielle's voice.
"This is no time Nell! Just get up here!"
"Can we use the transporter?" Asked Heather.
"Fine! Worf! Lock onto the girls and get them up here!"
"I think I'd rather wa-" Danielle was cut off by the transporter while in mid-step. "-lk! Sorry Katie!" she said as she tripped over the blonde girl who was singing about Klingons on the starboard bow.
"Dani! Heather! We thought you died or something!" shouted the girl who'd guessed they were on the enterprise, her medium length hair flying as she ran across the room to trap them in a rib-cracking hug.
"Missed - you - too - Tina." Gasped Heather, then pulled away as the grip loosened.
"So you DO know these people." Stated Worf.
Heather and Dani looked at each other and smiled. "Unfortunately." They said in unison, and began to laugh.
Heather looked over Tina's shoulder to see a tall, strong and dark haired girl, sitting on the helm, flirting with Wesley as she asked him to help her down.
"KATIE! Get away from my boyfriend!" shouted Heather, sprinting across the room and pushing the girl off the console.
"Woah, sorry babe! Didn't know he was YOUR guy!" Katie replied, shoving Heather back.
"Cat fight!" shouted Danie as all the girls burst into high pitched giggles.
After much confusion about where everyone was, getting all the girls crammed into the turbolift and assigning them all quarters and com badges, the group was assembled in Heather's quarters, a little more organized this time.
The four Sarah's (Sarah J and D who'd had no idea where they were and just shouted random questions, Sarah P who'd shouted about Ethan being gone, and Sarah B who'd asked to fly the ship) were all sitting around the table in the corner, eating ice cream. Lisa, (who'd complained about being cut off from her book) Tina, (who'd crushed Danie and Heather in a hug) Natalie (who'd had the dance recital) and Chelsea (Who'd landed in front of Worf and freaked out) were sitting on the bed, talking loudly and looking though Heather's clothes. Jessie, (Who'd complained about having a date in two minuets) Gwen, (Who'd pinched herself to see if she'd wake up) and Katie B. (Who'd been flirting with Wes) were at the mirror, looking through Heather's make up and Hair products. Vanessa, (who'd called Picard 'shiny head') Kayleigh, (who'd stated that the ORIGINAL Star Trek was better) Laura, (who'd needed to be helped down from the tactical console because she was too shocked too remember how to walk) and Katie O. (who Dani had tripped over after transport) were talking very fast in a corner of the room, sitting on the floor. While Sam (who'd stated that THUNDERBIRDS was better) and Lauren (who'd told Picard she was his biggest fan) discussed the recent happenings and clarified why they were all suddenly thrust into the future, thousands of light-years away from earth.
"So we have all been torn from our homes because you wanted our opinion on an OUTFIT?" exclaimed Lauren.
"That's what we're guessing, but we're not sure exactly HOW you got here." Replied Dani then took a sip of her drink.
"Well I still say that Thunderbirds is better than Star Trek." Said Sam, matter-of-factly.
"Hello! Wake up! This is not a show where the characters are puppets and you can see the strings!" Said Heather.
"Yah, yah."
"Heather! Get over here! We need to know what it is that you're DOING tonight so that we can pick out the outfit for you and get your opinion!" Called Chelsea from the bed.
"Well, he told me to wear comfortable clothing, where he's taking me is a surprise."
"Oh, Heather's in love!" Teased Tina and Heather blushed.
"Have you kissed him yet?" asked Lisa happily.
"Yes." Replied Heather, smiling wide but blushing more all the same.
"Awww!" The chorus filled the room, and everyone stopped talking to each other and focused they're attention on Heather.
"We're gonna dress you and everything, okay hun?" Asked Katie.
"Sure! Make me feel pampered!" said Heather, sprawling out on the bed and closing her eyes. "I meet him and seventeen hundred hours in the mess hall."
"Uh. could you lay off the military times please?" asked Laura.
"Five O'clock." Said Danielle simply. "It's three now, so we'd better get started."
The door chime sounded in Wes's quarters.
"Yeah, come in!" he said distractedly, and James walked in.
"I hear you're taking my sister to the holodeck at five." Said James, sitting down on the bed.
"How'd you know?"
"Well it's kinda hard not to know when there's seventeen girls roaming the corridors!"
"Yah. You think I should replicate some clothing from your time or should I just wear my regular leisure clothes?"
"Where are you taking her?"
"That old amusement park that's supposed to be fun. I think it's called Seven Flags or something."
"Six Flags, actually. And no, you don't want to wear those ugly one-piece leisure clothes. here, I'll lend you some of my stuff."
James left the room returning a few minutes later carrying a stack of jeans, white T-shirts and brightly coloured button up shirts, with hair gel and chains on top.
"What are THOSE?" Wes asked, eyeballing the stack of clothes.
"Real clothing. Now, try this, this, this, and put this around your neck."
Wes took the black jeans, a white T-shirt, a baggy green button down over shirt and the gray chain James tossed at him. He emerged with the over shirt buttoned up and tucked into the jeans, which were pulled up really high.
"These pants don't fit right. They're too big in the torso and they drag on the ground."
James sighed. "The shirts are supposed to be pulled out and the green one is supposed to be undone so that you can see the white one underneath. The pants are supposed to be low on your waist and they're supposed to drag a little."
"What? Why?"
James sighed and rolled his eyes. "You have a lot to learn. Green isn't your colour though. Try this one."
Heather looked at herself in the mirror, her friends had done a real great job. She was wearing a black tank top with black cut off shorts and Nike half runners. Her hair was down and had been brought under control so that the half waves, half curls in her hair were silky smooth and the waves framed her face. Her eyes had been done very lightly, her black lashes framed the pinkish colour, and her cheeks were dusted a very light pink. Her lips were simply shiny with clear gloss, and Heather loved it.
"You guys RULE!" Heather said, jumping up to hug all eighteen of them.
"Yes, well, you have five minutes, so you'd better get over there." Said Jessie.
"Nah, his quarters are right next to mine, five minutes is too early."
"Okay, then you can come over here," said Chelsea, leading heather over to the bed. "and spill about EVERYTHING."
"Ensign Crusher, do my eyes deceive me or are you trying to play the piano on the helm?" Picard asked, getting no response. "Ensign Crusher! Wesley!"
"Wes? Are you alright?" asked Riker, putting a hand on his shoulder.
"Huh? Oh, yes, never better!" Replied Wes.
Riker rolled his eyes and turned to the captain.
"Sir, I think we should relieve this love-struck officer from duty before he kills us by flying us into a star."
Wes looked up and blushed a little.
Suddenly with a flash of blinding light, (Superman appeared! LOL, just joking guys!) the bridge was littered with seventeen girls, disoriented and all chattering in surprise at the same time.
"What the-?"
"Where are we?"
"Hey, I was just at the best part of my book!"
"Nooo! Ethan's gone!"
"Is this the enterprise?"
"Damnit! I was in the middle of putting on makeup! I have a dance recital in an hour!"
"Hey, I have a date in two minuets!"
"Shiny head!"
"The original is WAY better."
"Can I fly the ship?
"Ouch. Well I thought I was dreaming but."
"Someone get me down from here!"
"Thunderbirds is a WAY better show."
"Mr. Picard! I'm a great fan of yours!"
"Hey babe, wanna help me down from here?"
"AHHHHHHHHH! WHAT THE HELL ARE YOU?!"
"There's Klingons on the starboard bow, starboard bow, starboard bow."
The bridge was in complete and udder chaos.
"SCILENCE!" shouted Worf, knocking the screaming girl (Named Chelsea) off the board in front of him.
"Mr. Worf, be polite! Picard to Heather and Nell! Report to the bridge immediately!" Shouted Picard.
"Pourquoi?" Came Danielle's voice.
"This is no time Nell! Just get up here!"
"Can we use the transporter?" Asked Heather.
"Fine! Worf! Lock onto the girls and get them up here!"
"I think I'd rather wa-" Danielle was cut off by the transporter while in mid-step. "-lk! Sorry Katie!" she said as she tripped over the blonde girl who was singing about Klingons on the starboard bow.
"Dani! Heather! We thought you died or something!" shouted the girl who'd guessed they were on the enterprise, her medium length hair flying as she ran across the room to trap them in a rib-cracking hug.
"Missed - you - too - Tina." Gasped Heather, then pulled away as the grip loosened.
"So you DO know these people." Stated Worf.
Heather and Dani looked at each other and smiled. "Unfortunately." They said in unison, and began to laugh.
Heather looked over Tina's shoulder to see a tall, strong and dark haired girl, sitting on the helm, flirting with Wesley as she asked him to help her down.
"KATIE! Get away from my boyfriend!" shouted Heather, sprinting across the room and pushing the girl off the console.
"Woah, sorry babe! Didn't know he was YOUR guy!" Katie replied, shoving Heather back.
"Cat fight!" shouted Danie as all the girls burst into high pitched giggles.
After much confusion about where everyone was, getting all the girls crammed into the turbolift and assigning them all quarters and com badges, the group was assembled in Heather's quarters, a little more organized this time.
The four Sarah's (Sarah J and D who'd had no idea where they were and just shouted random questions, Sarah P who'd shouted about Ethan being gone, and Sarah B who'd asked to fly the ship) were all sitting around the table in the corner, eating ice cream. Lisa, (who'd complained about being cut off from her book) Tina, (who'd crushed Danie and Heather in a hug) Natalie (who'd had the dance recital) and Chelsea (Who'd landed in front of Worf and freaked out) were sitting on the bed, talking loudly and looking though Heather's clothes. Jessie, (Who'd complained about having a date in two minuets) Gwen, (Who'd pinched herself to see if she'd wake up) and Katie B. (Who'd been flirting with Wes) were at the mirror, looking through Heather's make up and Hair products. Vanessa, (who'd called Picard 'shiny head') Kayleigh, (who'd stated that the ORIGINAL Star Trek was better) Laura, (who'd needed to be helped down from the tactical console because she was too shocked too remember how to walk) and Katie O. (who Dani had tripped over after transport) were talking very fast in a corner of the room, sitting on the floor. While Sam (who'd stated that THUNDERBIRDS was better) and Lauren (who'd told Picard she was his biggest fan) discussed the recent happenings and clarified why they were all suddenly thrust into the future, thousands of light-years away from earth.
"So we have all been torn from our homes because you wanted our opinion on an OUTFIT?" exclaimed Lauren.
"That's what we're guessing, but we're not sure exactly HOW you got here." Replied Dani then took a sip of her drink.
"Well I still say that Thunderbirds is better than Star Trek." Said Sam, matter-of-factly.
"Hello! Wake up! This is not a show where the characters are puppets and you can see the strings!" Said Heather.
"Yah, yah."
"Heather! Get over here! We need to know what it is that you're DOING tonight so that we can pick out the outfit for you and get your opinion!" Called Chelsea from the bed.
"Well, he told me to wear comfortable clothing, where he's taking me is a surprise."
"Oh, Heather's in love!" Teased Tina and Heather blushed.
"Have you kissed him yet?" asked Lisa happily.
"Yes." Replied Heather, smiling wide but blushing more all the same.
"Awww!" The chorus filled the room, and everyone stopped talking to each other and focused they're attention on Heather.
"We're gonna dress you and everything, okay hun?" Asked Katie.
"Sure! Make me feel pampered!" said Heather, sprawling out on the bed and closing her eyes. "I meet him and seventeen hundred hours in the mess hall."
"Uh. could you lay off the military times please?" asked Laura.
"Five O'clock." Said Danielle simply. "It's three now, so we'd better get started."
The door chime sounded in Wes's quarters.
"Yeah, come in!" he said distractedly, and James walked in.
"I hear you're taking my sister to the holodeck at five." Said James, sitting down on the bed.
"How'd you know?"
"Well it's kinda hard not to know when there's seventeen girls roaming the corridors!"
"Yah. You think I should replicate some clothing from your time or should I just wear my regular leisure clothes?"
"Where are you taking her?"
"That old amusement park that's supposed to be fun. I think it's called Seven Flags or something."
"Six Flags, actually. And no, you don't want to wear those ugly one-piece leisure clothes. here, I'll lend you some of my stuff."
James left the room returning a few minutes later carrying a stack of jeans, white T-shirts and brightly coloured button up shirts, with hair gel and chains on top.
"What are THOSE?" Wes asked, eyeballing the stack of clothes.
"Real clothing. Now, try this, this, this, and put this around your neck."
Wes took the black jeans, a white T-shirt, a baggy green button down over shirt and the gray chain James tossed at him. He emerged with the over shirt buttoned up and tucked into the jeans, which were pulled up really high.
"These pants don't fit right. They're too big in the torso and they drag on the ground."
James sighed. "The shirts are supposed to be pulled out and the green one is supposed to be undone so that you can see the white one underneath. The pants are supposed to be low on your waist and they're supposed to drag a little."
"What? Why?"
James sighed and rolled his eyes. "You have a lot to learn. Green isn't your colour though. Try this one."
Heather looked at herself in the mirror, her friends had done a real great job. She was wearing a black tank top with black cut off shorts and Nike half runners. Her hair was down and had been brought under control so that the half waves, half curls in her hair were silky smooth and the waves framed her face. Her eyes had been done very lightly, her black lashes framed the pinkish colour, and her cheeks were dusted a very light pink. Her lips were simply shiny with clear gloss, and Heather loved it.
"You guys RULE!" Heather said, jumping up to hug all eighteen of them.
"Yes, well, you have five minutes, so you'd better get over there." Said Jessie.
"Nah, his quarters are right next to mine, five minutes is too early."
"Okay, then you can come over here," said Chelsea, leading heather over to the bed. "and spill about EVERYTHING."