"All these hallways look the same!" Ringo complained as they turned another corner.

"At least the doors are labeled," George pointed out.

"Hey, let's look in here!" John suggested, pointing to a door that said 'Turbolift'. The doors hissed open.

"Hey! It's a lift!" Paul exclaimed as the Fab Four piled in. They looked around confusingly. "There's no buttons!"

"Try talking to it," George suggested. "That's what they do in all the space shows."

"Good idea," Paul said, clearing his throat. "Hey…uh…computer…"

The computer bleeped. George smiled in satisfaction with himself.

"Um…" Paul started. "Take us to…" – Paul turned to the other three – "Where?"

"How about that Holo-deck thingy," Ringo suggested.

"Holo-deck please!" Paul chimed. The turbo-lift immediately started moving. In about thirty seconds time, it stopped to reveal another hallway identical to the ones they had just come out of.

"Not a very decorative, is it?" Ringo commented.

"It's very…clean," Paul said.

The Beatles approached one of the many holo-deck doors. Figuring that talking to the panel would probably work the same as talking to the turbo-lift, they spoke up.

"Holo-decks are offline," the computer said before they could do anything else.

"Damn," John hissed. "I was looking forward to the holo-deck thingy…"

The Beatles trudged back to the turbo-lift and decided to explore some more of the ship. After choosing a deck, they came across a door that said 'Engineering.'

"Wonder what's in here," George said, walking through the door. The rest of the Beatles followed for about two feet, and then all they could do was stand there and stare.

"Whoa…" they all breathed, staring up at the warp core.

"Is it Christmas?" Ringo asked.

"No, they haven't had any sales yet," George replied.

"Hey!" a voice said. Geordi walked up to them. "What are you doing in here?"

"Oops…" Paul uttered.

"Run!" John shouted as the Fab Four practically tripped over themselves running out the door they came in. Geordi shrugged and went back to what he was doing.

The Beatles stumbled into the Turbo-lift out of breath.

"That was close," Paul huffed.

"Let's go somewhere else," John said.

The turbo lift stopped and revealed a scene the Beatles were not expecting. It was the bridge. They stood there wide-eyed for a second with mirroring looks from the bridge crew before they scrambled to get the doors shut.

They decided to try to find someplace that was Beatle-proof on another deck. The turbo-lift doors opened and they almost ran into Captain Picard as they exited.

"Hello there," the captain said. "I heard you've been causing some trouble. Might I suggest that you find Ten-Forward. I believe it will be to your liking."

Before the Beatles could say anything in their defense, the captain stepped into the turbo-lift and the doors hissed shut.

"Um…okay…" John said to no one in particular. "What the hell is Ten-Forward?"

The Beatles set off in search of another turbo-lift to take.

"How are we going to find this place?" George asked. "We can't even find where the loo is!"

Before they could say anything else, the turbo lift doors opened and they stepped in. There was another man in it with them. He had a pale face and black hair.

"Do you four require assistance?" he questioned, looking awkwardly at their wardrobe.

"We need to find Ten-Forward," Paul said. "We are clueless how to find anything on this ship."

"Deck ten," the man said to the turbo-lift. "Ten-Forward is where I am going as well."

"Deck ten, why didn't you think of that you twit?" John said, nudging Paul in the ribs.

The man eyed their wardrobe and cocked an eyebrow. "May I ask you something? Why are you dressed like that? Did you just come out of the holodeck?"

"Well, we tried," John grumbled.

"No, we're new here," Paul explained. "We're not supposed to be here. We were accidentally brought here and we can't go back home until what's-his-name fixes the ship."

"Oh, you are the four men the rumors were telling about," the man said. "The…Beatles? A peculiar name for a musical group, although your fans seem to like it."

"Yes, but I don't think it's the name, it's us," Paul replied, smiling.

"We can't go anywhere without being chased by fans," Ringo added.

"That must be frustrating," the man said.

The Beatles nodded.

"What's your name, mister?" Paul asked.

"I am Lt. Commander Data," the man said.

"It must be pretty gear to work on a ship like this," George commented.

Data looked at him funny. "I am not familiar with that term."

"Never mind," George uttered. "Do you like working aboard this ship?"

"I do not have emotions, so I cannot tell you," Data told him.

"You don't have emotions?" Ringo asked in surprise. "How is that?"

"I am an android," Data clarified. "An artificial life form. I was not programmed with emotions."

"Well that explains the 'walking encyclopedia' personality," John muttered in Paul's ear.

Paul laughed. The turbo lift doors opened and they were in Ten-Forward. Data led them to the bar. A colored woman in a "weird looking hat" (according to John) was serving drinks to the officers.

"That is Guinan," Data explained. "She is the ship's bartender."

The five men sat down at the bar. In no time, a waiter appeared in front of them.

"What can I get for you?" he asked, wiping the table in front of them.

"Do you have any Coke?" Ringo wondered.

"What's Coke?" he questioned.

Ringo's smile faded as he stared at the waiter like he was crazy. "What's Coke? WHAT'S COKE? Blimey! What do you people drink in twenty-fourth century?"

Just then, Guinan came to the rescue. "I think I can handle this" – she turned to the Beatles – "I know what Coke is. I used to live in your era," she told them.

"You used to live in the sixties?" Paul questioned. "You must be over four hundred years old!"

Guinan smiled. "Oh, I can guarantee I'm older than that. I think I can have the computer create one of these Cokes in no time."

"Thank you," said Ringo.

"Hey Data! Hi Guinan!" chimed a voice behind them. Deanna Troi took a seat next to Paul, who seemed all too happy to have her sitting next to him.

"Hello there," he said, smiling. The other three Beatles groaned and rolled their eyes.

"Not again," Ringo uttered. They didn't even bother paying attention to Paul once he started flirting with Deanna.

"So, what do you do on this ship?" Paul asked, making a sweet smile.

"I'm the ship's counselor," Troi answered. Paul smirked.

"So, if I have a problem, all I have to do is come to you?" he questioned. He leaned closer to her and smiled lovingly.

Deanna giggled, scooting back in her seat. Paul's smile just got bigger.

"Deanna can read his emotions," Guinan said to the other three, making sure Paul couldn't hear. "She's only playing along."

"Even better," Paul said, overhearing. "So you can tell what I'm thinking right now?"

"Oh come off it, Paul! You don't need to be a psychic to tell you fancy her!" John burst in. Paul looked over his shoulder and gave John an if-you-don't-shut-up-I-will-hurt-you look. He turned back to the counselor.

"Does anyone ever tell you how beautiful you are?" Paul asked sweetly. "If not, they're crazy. You're one of the prettiest birds I've ever…" – suddenly, Paul saw a big shadow loom over the table in front of him – "Um…oh shit."

Paul's smile faded when he saw a tall man with a beard and long hair that was pulled back in a ponytail step up behind Deanna and give him a funny look. Paul cowered back in his chair, trying not to listen to his friends laughing at him.

"Oh, is this your bird?" he asked the man, his voice quivering a little. "No, I wasn't doing anything, I was just…warming up your seat for you…I mean…um…don't hurt me."

Scared stiff of the man, Paul jumped off his stool and took a seat next to Data, trying to hide behind the android. The man shrugged and took a seat next to Counselor Troi.

Data turned to Paul. "There is no reason to fear Mr. Worf."

Paul looked at the android with an are-you-insane look. "Are you mad? He looked like he wanted to eat me or something!"

Worf, overhearing their conversation, growled at Paul, who cowered back behind Data. Deanna and the other three Beatles laughed playfully. Data shrugged.

"Okay, so there is reason to be afraid of Worf. He is, after all, a Klingon. Klingons are known to have bad tempers, and take them out very aggressively," he said.

Paul gulped. "That's reassuring."

"Nah, Worf's only teasing you," Guinan told Paul as she returned to the bar.

"I do not tease!" Worf protested.

The others just rolled their eyes because they knew Worf was just trying to keep his self image. Silence fell upon them for a few seconds, and it was then Ringo realized what was sitting in front of him.

"COKE!" he exclaimed. He immediately took a large gulp of it and smiled with satisfaction.

"It's the simplest things in life that make Ringo happy," George said.

"Hey, let me have some, Rings!" John said.

"Get your own!" the drummer snapped.

"That's the only one on the ship, you swine!"

"She can make another one you half-wit!"

"Stop fighting, you two!" Paul cut in.

Data turned to him with confusion on his face. "Do they always act in this manner?"

"Not always," Paul replied.

John, hearing them, put his arms around George and Ringo's shoulders and squeezed tightly.

"Yeah, we're the best of buds!" he said with a cheesy smile.

"John…can't breathe…choking me…" George gasped.

"My Coke!" Ringo shouted, trying to grab the beverage that was just out of his reach. He finally got out of John's grasp and took another drink of his soda.

"But often," Paul added to his first statement.

It was then that Geordi waltzed into Ten Forward.

"Transporters are back online," he said. "You four can go home now."

The Beatles cheered. Geordi pressed his communicator and spoke. "LaForge to Captain Picard, Dr. Crusher, and O'Brien; meet me in the transporter room."

The Chief Engineer turned to the Fab Four. "Come with me."

"We'll come along as well," Deanna said as she and Worf stood up.

"Wait!" Ringo exclaimed as they began to walk away. They all turned to the drummer, who was gulping down the last bit of his beloved Coke.

"Ahh!" he sighed.

"Was it good?" George asked.

Ringo belched.