TIME WARP

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek…but I'm guessing you all know that. My buddy Sylver and I own the plot line and extra characters. I don't know who owns MASH, but it sure as heck isn't me. Oh, don't worry, it's not a crossover…it's just mentioned a whole lot. Ah, yeah, one more thing…the title is from The Rocky Horror Picture Show, and we don't own that either…deal with it…I had to…

Chapter One: Where Are We?

Captain's Log, Stardate 23811015: With the recent decommissioning of the starship Titan, I have been reunited with my old friend and first officer William Riker and his wife, Ship's Counselor Deanna Troi. It was quite the enjoyable reunion, and it is nothing short of wonderful to have my old bridge crew back. Another happy event was the return of Doctor Crusher from Starfleet Medical. According to her own accounts, she was bored with the monotony of an office job and missed her old friends. We are currently on our way to Station Delta XII on the planet Auric VII, where we will all be taking some well-needed shore leave and attending a special event of sorts.

"Estimated time of arrival, Data."

"Twelve days, 6 hours, and 57 minutes, Captain."

Picard smiled at the thought of shore leave. Since his crew had been reassembled at the beginning of the New Year, they had all been looking forward to their first round of shore leave, where they would be having a true celebration, instead of the hurried ones they were forced to have. Delta XII was much like Farpoint station, minus the alien inhabitant, and had been decided upon as the crew's destination.

"Captain," Deanna Troi said, a slightly odd look on her face. "I have a feeling that something is about to happen." In reply to the Captain's inquiring look, she said, "It's more of a gut instinct than anything else." No sooner had Deanna made her feelings known, than there was a near-blinding flash of white light, and a face very familiar to the crew of the Enterprise made an appearance on the bridge.

Though it had only been a year since they had last seen Wesley Crusher, he looked different. Maybe it was seeing him in a Starfleet lieutenant's uniform that threw them off, or the fact that he looked somewhat more like his 32 years. Whatever it was, it didn't deter the crew from being shocked and happy.

"Welcome home, Mr. Crusher," Picard said, greeting the young man warmly. "It's wonderful to have you home again, especially with the upcoming event."

"It's great to be home again, and I wouldn't miss it for the world," Wesley replied, but before he had a chance to say anything more, there came a second near-blinding flash of light, and two very confused, very out-of-place someones appeared on the bridge. Standing on the bridge, mere feet away from Data's post, were two girls, one tall and one a few inches shorter.

The taller girl was quite obviously the elder of the two, and was judged quickly to be about 5'10" by visual inspection. She had long silver hair that was in a braid down to her waist, and bright purple eyes. She was wearing jeans, sneakers, and a red hoodie with a dragon embroidered in black. She looked totally calm and collected, but for the less-than-appreciative glare she was throwing at Wesley.

By contrast, her companion was younger than she by a few years, and stood about 5'7". She had blondish-brown hair that was pulled back into a tight ponytail and held by a blue and khaki colored scrunchie. She wore a just-above-the-knee length jean skirted that was frayed at the end, burgundy fishnet stockings, black heeled penny loafers, and a gray fitted T-shirt with rhinestones and the words "Disco Queen" written repeatedly in letters that faded as one read down the shirt. She was completely unconcerned with Wesley, or any of the crew for that matter save Worf, to whom she gave a frightened look and proceeded to hide behind her friend. Both were holding bags containing small bottles labeled "Shampoo" and "Mouthwash" on the fronts.

"Sylver," the younger girl said, addressing the other one. "What's going on? The last thing I remember is the two of us being at the hotel on that scavenger hunt and busting Kit for swiping stuff from the maid's cart!"

"Well, it's quite obviously not New Mexico," Sylver said, patting the younger girl on the head as if to comfort her, an act that failed miserably as the younger girl looked even more frightened than before. "Don't worry, Summer. I'm sure there's an explanation for all of this…isn't there?" This she said as she threw a glare that could only be described as murderous at Wesley.

Summer, as she had been addressed, looked from behind Sylver at Wesley, and gave him a rather odd look, as if to say, "You're kinda cute, but what the hell did you do to us?" Meanwhile, Sylver was trying to figure out what was going on.

"Hey you!" she yelled at Worf. "You with the, uh, big weird forehead! Where are we, and what year is it?" Worf looked highly annoyed at the way he had been addressed, but since it was quite obvious that the loud girl wasn't from their time, he let it slide.

"You and your friend are on the Enterprise," he grumbled. "And if you were from our time and had a base knowledge of Starfleet and the United Federation of planets, you would know that all Klingons have 'big weird foreheads,' as you say it."

"Whoa, whoa, whoa," Sylver said, putting her hands up. "Starfleet? United Federation of Planets? Klingons? I don't know what ANY of those things are, but we'll get to that later. What year is it?"

"What year do you believe it to be?" Worf grumbled again, now slightly more annoyed than he was before. "These girls ask a lot of questions," he thought. "And I highly doubt that they will be pleased with the answers."

Summer ventured out from behind Sylver and looked at the Klingon, her legs shaking wildly. "Uh, it's not 2008, is it?" she asked.

"The two of you are from 2008?" Data asked. Both girls nodded. "Well then you are quite a long way from your time period. The year is 2381, not 2008."

"Didn't think so," Summer said weakly.

Minutes later, Sylver was being escorted by Worf and Deanna to Sickbay, and trying to catch up with Data, who was carrying her now very unconscious friend to be examined by Doctor Crusher.