TIME WARP

Disclaimer: See previous chapter.

Author's Note: I'd just like to say something before we continue this descent into utter chaos and madness. This is being posted explicitly for the amusement of my friend and I. If you review, that's cool. If you don't, we can deal with that, although we would like to hear your thoughts on it. Oh, and mad props to my beta reader …this is for you, Agent Purple Crow!

Chapter Two: This Is All Your Fault!

"Is she going to be ok?" Sylver asked worriedly. She was standing next to a table, upon which lay the unconscious form of her friend Summer. Beside her stood Deanna and Data; on the other side of the table stood Data, Worf and Doctor Crusher, who was waving a tricorder over the sleeping girl.

"Your friend is going to be perfectly fine," Beverly said with a smile. "She's just in shock right now, and you should be too, unless I'm much mistaken."

"Summer's not as fearless as I am," Sylver explained. "Poor bugger can't even go into the natural history museums 'cause the stuffed junk freaks her out." Watching the looks on the adults' faces go from normal to utter confusion, she explained further. "Back where we're from, they have something called 'taxidermy,' which means you stuff dead things and put them on the walls, or on stands and whatnot. It's not really the body, just the skins, but the good taxidermists make them look REALLY lifelike. Anyways, when the kid here was about 7 or 8, one of her friends whose father was a taxidermist had a birthday party. Poor little Summer went to look for the bathroom and accidentally walked into a room full of the man's work…all of which looked like they were going to attack. She hasn't been right since, although by her own accounts, she was fine when she saw the gigantic-ass mammoth at the Smithsonian Natural History museum. Guess that one's just an anomaly."

"That's because I was forewarned of its existence," said Summer as she tried to sit up on the table. "But you forget, Sylver, that I nearly ran out of the museum when we walked past the stuffed carrier pigeon, and that I played a game of Quick-Shopper in the gift shop due to the stuffed cat and rabbit on the shelves in said shop. Now, I remember a guy with an odd forehead who said he was a Klingon…oh, that must be you!" Here she looked at Worf, then continued. "And I remember a cute guy, and a few other people, but I don't remember if anyone told us how we got here."

"Nope, that's still a mystery," Sylver said. "Although, I've got a theory as to how it happened." But before Sylver could impart her theory into the minds of those present, the doors of Sickbay opened, and Wesley and LaForge entered. Summer looked at Wesley and raised her eyebrow twice. Deanna, standing closest to her, stifled a laugh at the young girl's thoughts. She'd heard thoughts like those many times before.

"I see your friend is ok," Geordi said, walking over to the table.

"She's fine," Sylver said with a smile, but her expression drastically changed when she spotted Wesley. In a split second, she had jumped at him, but with some quick thinking by some present, hadn't managed to attack him.

"Let me go!" Sylver screamed, trying to wriggle free from the combined grasps of Beverly and Deanna. "Let me go!" They held her for a long time, dropping her only once when Summer started coughing, a completely accidental act. That was when Sylver saw her chance.

"THIS IS ALL YOUR FAULT, DAMN IT!" the girl screamed as she leapt through the air, her outstretched hands making contact with Wesley's face and scratching him repeatedly before Deanna and Beverly got her under control again. "YOU PUT US BACK WHERE WE CAME FROM RIGHT NOW!"

"What the hell?" Wesley said, rubbing his face. "What makes you think this is my fault, or that I had anything to do with it, for that matter?"

"There's something off about you!" Sylver said loudly. "I know it! I can tell! Something's not right with you at all!" She turned to her friend, now off the table and standing on the floor beside her. "Summer, look at him! Can't you tell? Honestly, you look at him, and you tell me that there's something different about him."

Sylver had no need to tell Summer to look at Wesley, for the latter mentioned young woman was already studying him quite intently and thinking thoughts that reminded Deanna of Beverly's thoughts about the Captain. Summer walked over to Wesley, then circled him, as if trying to find the something that Sylver was looking for.

"There's something, all right," Summer reported, going back to stand by her friend. "But I don't think it's bad. Are you sure that it's his fault, Sylver? Maybe someone at the hotel did something…anyways, the real question is: what now?"

"Well, the captain wants to see you," Wesley said, standing near the door in the event that Sylver decided to attack him again. "So I'm supposed to take you both to the observation lounge." Sylver looked like she was going to lunge at him again, but this time Worf sped around the table and grabbed her arms, escorting her out of the room before she had a chance to do anything. Summer stood by the table for a second, shaking her head, before joining Wesley by the door.

"Sorry about what Sylver did to you," she said. "Sylver gets a bit crazy occasionally, and when that happens, it's best to stay out of her way unless you're as crazy as she is."

"So, that's why she doesn't attack you?"

"Oh no," Summer said. "She likes me. We're part of a large group of crazies, but obviously we're all the crazy we've got right now…anyways, where's this observation lounge? Can't keep the captain waiting, can we?"

Wesley snorted. This girl, odd as she was, knew the score. "No, we can't. I'll take you there now." He walked out of the room, followed by a staring Summer.

Deanna finally let the laughter she had been holding inside her during the whole incident out, putting her head on the table and laughing till her sides hurt and she started crying.

"What's so funny?" Beverly asked. "One girl attacks my son, the other one just woke up after fainting on the bridge, and you're LAUGHING?"

:"Oh, Beverly," Deanna said, laughing through her tears. "If only you could read their thoughts…the young one's thoughts of your son are particularly amusing!"