Hello! This is my second fanfic posting online. (My first was on the Lego Chima message board xD)
I post this story onto my discord and then try put it up here...
The main aim of this fanfic is to fill the gap that Enterprise had to leave out. Also with the twist of my OC. And I'm gonna expect some confusion of his name to begin with xD
There are going to be some errors that I will hopefully correct as I go. Especially as I keep binging Enterprise now xD
Any help/ reviews are welcome! :)
"KEEP RUNNING!"
Trip yells at T'Pol, Archer, and Mathew. He grabs Mathew, who is at his side, and tries to move him in front of himself with one hand holding up his romulan gowns.
Mathew stops him and makes them both stop.
"You need to go. I'll hold them back. You're the one with the information Starfleet needs-"
"But-"
"No buts. I'll be right behind you."
Mathew pats the side of Trips arm. And then moves Trip forward as he faced the oncoming romulan soldiers and activated his staff.
Trip gave Mathew one last look:
"Good Luck"
"Save that for when I'll see you later. Go!"
Trip nodded and ran away as soon as the shooting started. He looked back and saw Mathew ping off the shots but grew tired and tired as a few shots hit him. First in the leg and then in the arm.
Archer grabbed onto Trip's sleeve:
"We need to go!"
He shouted as he pulled Trip outside to their rendezvous.
Mathew kept holding the romulans back as Trip and T'Pol hopped into the shuttle pod as Archer hesitated, waiting for Mathew to come back. But as he looked back at Mathew, a shot went to his chest and vaporised him. Malcolm, who was in the shuttle pod, hopped outside, grabbed Archer's arm, and hurriedly dragged his shocked Captain into the shuttle pod.
"Travis! We need to go!"
"Captains log, 13th February 215X.
We've received an automated distress call from a ship called 'Cavora'. It's only a system out of our way so we're going to assist. What makes this interesting though is that Ensign Sato has found that the distress call is being only directed to Vulcan and Earth ships."
Captain Archer walked out of the corridor of his ready room and onto the bridge. On the view screen was a shuttle pod that was strangely almost identical to the ones 'Enterprise' has in her cargo bays with the exception of the marks from weapons fire.
"Range?" He asks his Vulcan science officer, T'Pol, as he walks onto the middle of the bridge.
"20,000 kilometres" She responds.
He looks at his communications officer, Hoshi Sato:
"Any response?"
"None sir."
"There's one life sign aboard." T'Pol hops in, "Humanoid. The shuttle has an oxygen, nitrogen atmosphere. And their vitals are unsteady."
He looks at his communications officer, Hoshi Sato:
"Any response?"
"None sir."
"There's one life sign aboard." T'Pol hops in, "Humanoid. The shuttle has an oxygen, nitrogen atmosphere. And their vitals are unsteady."
"Malcom?" Archer move over to the other side of the bridge and leans against the tactical console, looking at his tactical officer and chief of security, Malcom Reed.
"That's definitely weapons fire. It's taking a while to gets what sort of fire..." A short beep interrupts him. Malcom looks down to check and then back up at Archer. "It's Klingon."
Archer looks back at him. A mixture of emotions cross his face before turning towards the helm. "Bring the ship into cargo bay 2, alert security and doctor Phlox"
Archer made his way to the turbo lift, opens it, waited for T'Pol to get in and got inside. He pressed the button for the deck that cargo bay 2 is on. They both journeyed in silence before meeting Security and Doc Phlox outside the doors of the cargo bay.
One of the security officers handed him a phaser as Reed turned the corner.
"Ready?" Archer asks everyone. They all nod before Archer motions for Reed to go first.
Reed enters, phaser pointed in front of him, checking the shuttle pod then the cargo bay and then back to the shuttle pod as the rest of security cover the doors of the shuttle pod as Phlox and T'Pol hung back. Archer nods at Reed. Reed nods back. Then slowly opens a door and makes sure that there isn't any threats before fully entering.
The shuttle pod was bigger than the ones on 'Enterprise'. There was enough room at the back for two beds with adequate storage above and below. Some of the storage looked like it was rigged up as a protein resequencer and water storage. One of the beds was covered in makeshift boxes, some were labelled, and some had clothes sticking out of it. Between the beds looked like three rucksacks, one orange, one black, and one blue.
The walls were almost covered from head to toe of drawings and Star charts. Some of which Reed recognised but weren't sure where from.
The front of the pod, on the other hand, looked exactly the same as 'Enterprise's shuttle pod navigational systems. But they didn't look as worn down. And they didn't have someone sprawled across the dash.
Reed checked the humanoid's vitals. They were alive. As he quickly checked for any weapons, Archer poked his head inside. Satisfied with the humanoid, Reed called for Phlox.
"He needs to be taken into sickbay immediately!" Phlox exclaims after scanning the humanoid. Reed allocated a couple of security to assist the doctor and medical staff and hopped back inside the pod meeting Archer inside.
Archer was taking a look around and looked at Reed when he entered.
"How old would you say the pilot is?"
"I don't know sir. 16, 17?"
"He looked human..."
Reed looked down at his feet and rubbed his eyes.
"How could've a human gotten out this far?" Archer continued.
"We don't know if he's human yet sir."
Archer sighs and nods. "Have a look around, try find any information about our friend. I'll be in sick bay if you need me."
Phlox was looking up at the screen above the chamber as Archer walked into sickbay.
"Ah, Captain."
"How is he?"
"Not very good. I've tried to get him into regenerative therapy but his body isn't accepting it." Phlox motions to a bed that is visually sealed off from the rest of the room by a white curtain. "I've put him into a medically induced coma to let his body rest and try to repair itself."
Archer glanced at the direction of the bed and almost sighed.
"Is he human?"
Phlox was silent for a long enough time for Archer to know he was uneasy and look back at him.
"Yes, he is. But from what I can tell, there has been a lot of mutations to his body. It's a surprise that he's still alive."
"Mutations?"
"I'm not sure how they've occurred but I believe it to be one reason why his body isn't accepting regenerative therapy."
Archer nodded, his face a mixture of concern and worry.
Phlox looked at Archer and softly smiled, trying to reassure his Captain.
"I'll keep an eye on him. Don't worry."
Archer nods.
"How old do you think he is?"
"I'd say around 16 years old. Although I could be wrong due to his height and weight."
"His height and weight?"
"It's one of the quickest ways to estimate someone's age. But it does come with its inaccuracies."
Phlox pauses.
"I believe you're now thinking of how this boy has managed to be out here." He continues.
Archer nods again, keeping silent.
"I'll notify you the moment he wakes up captain."
"Thanks Doc." Archer responds before walking out of Sickbay.
The journey to Cargo Bay 2 felt like a long one but Archer knew it was only a short trip. On his way to a turbo lift, he passed a couple of crewmen giggling. They see him and awkwardly state his rank as they pass. The captain gives them a smile and a nod with the same sort of awkwardness.
Archer gets to the turbo lift with no other distractions and at the moment the door slides shut and the lift starts moving he leans back, rubs his eyes, and sighs.
Question after question kept pouring into his mind:
How did the kid get here before us?
Is he actually human?
Was he part of a generation ship that lost contact with Starfleet?
Is he a descendant of Zefram Cochrane?
Archer was deep enough in thought to not realise that he had company in the lift. Both officers looked at their tired looking captain with concern.
"Captain? Are you okay?" One asks, not for the first time.
Hearing the ensigns, Archer looks up. He gives them a nod with a smile, told them he was alright and let the turbo lift. The ensigns didn't believe him.
Malcom searched the shuttle pod for any sort of evidence. After finding nothing of immediate interest, he begins to search the pilot's belongings. Mid way through the search, Trip pokes his head inside.
"How's it goin'?"
"Terrible. I can't find anything relating to how he got here." Malcom sighs as he starts rummaging through the backpacks on the floor.
"Want some help?
"If you can-"
Malcom stops mid-sentence. Trip couldn't see his face but he knew Malcom found something. Now that something could be anything from something that has just made Malcom emotional or something that Malcom was trained for... Like an explosive.
"Mal?" Trip asks softly.
Malcom slowly shuffles his way, backwards, towards Trip. He was gently pulling along one of the backpacks, the orange one.
"I think these look like data recorders." He shows Trip the two cylindrical objects in the bag.
"You think?"
Malcom is starting to sound a little panicked: "I'm not sure."
"Let me get a scanner." Trip disappeared from the doorway of the shuttle pod and leaves the panicking, but visually calm, Malcom to wait with the bag almost on his lap. Just over a minute later, Trip returns with a scanner and, to the relief of both of them, confirms that the cylindrical objects are indeed data recorders. Old fashioned data recorders fashioned in the way of late 20th, early 21th century aeroplanes'' black boxes.
"I wonder how we'll be able to read the data on these things..."
"Maybe wait until our visitor wakes up?"
They both ponder over ideas, looking at the orange bag.
"I don't think that's a good idea Malcom"
"At least there'll be less of a chance of corrupting the data on here if we do it properly"
Trip sighs and rubs his eyes. "Yeah, you've got a point."
Malcom raises a surprised eyebrow. He wasn't expecting Trip to give in so easily... Archer walks through the entrance doors, "What have you got?" surprising Trip making him almost bang his head on the shuttle pod doorway.
"Err-"
"We've just found a data recorder," Malcom pokes his head out of the shuttle pod, "but considering its age we've decided to wait until our friend wakes up so he can show up how to read the data without corrupting it."
Archer nods to Malcom's explanation.
He then walks over and pokes his head inside the pod.
"Maybe there's something in here that can read it. Have a look around, use the records as well to see what might be best suited as a reader for this."
Both Malcom and Trip nod as Archer stands up straight facing Trip.
"Captain," Trip speaks up "you look dead tired. You should get some rest."
"Says our resident insomniac." Archer chuckles.
"Captain, I mean it." Trips tone was almost authoritative now.
"Alright, I'll go. Notify me the moment you find anything interesting."
Archer makes his way to the doors but turns around to face the shuttle pod again.
"Malcom?"
"Yes sir?" Malcom pops his head out.
"Try see if you can see this shuttle on Daniel's records. It might answer some questions that we have."
Malcom nods as Archer walks out. Seconds afterwards, he and Trip look at each other in worried confusion.
Trip sighs as Malcom goes back inside and starts looking for a reader whilst Trip sits on the doorway.
"I dunno about this..." Malcom quickly looked back at Trip to acknowledge that he heard him.
"What do you mean?"
"We seem to be looking more and more into that record Daniels has..."
Malcom stops and turns to face him.
"Maybe it's for the best considering our history with him and the factions…"
Almost with a groan, Trip leaned his head back. Malcom almost wanted to join him; they both disliked the fact that their ship was involved with a cold war from the future, a temporal cold war.
Phlox was busy at his station when he heard sounds coming from his recent patient.
So he got up, grabbed his tricorder, and went to check on him.
The boy was twisting and turning, sweating and mumbling. He was mumbling something unintelligible. It almost sounded Vulcan. But wasn't.
Phlox's tricorder gave him the appropriate information. The boy is sick. And Phlox, at the moment, has no idea why.
Phlox scanned the boy again and then went back to the main screen above the chamber and compared his recent scan with the first scan he did of the boy as Archer walked in.
"Phlox?"
"He's going through the height of his illness. I'll need to be here just in case anything changes."
Archer walks over to the boy, who's by now kicked off his blanket, and has sprayed his arms and legs about. Archer stands by him and gently puts his hand on the boys forearm.
When Archer looks up, Phlox had appeared on the other side of the boy preparing a hypo-spray. He looked back down as Phlox put the hypo-spray against the boy's neck. It was definitely colder than him because the moment it touched his neck the boys began fighting, moving his arms and legs as if he was trying to stop someone from hurting him.
"Captain! Help me hold him down!"
Archer grabbed onto the boys arms and pinned them down against his chest. He tried to get one hand to hold the boys head, so Phlox would have some breathing room to inject him, but the boy was too strong - or was Archer getting too old?- so he concentrated on holding down the arms until he felt the boy begin to relax.
Archer and Phlox looked up at each other and then back to the boy.
"What happened to you...?" Archer muttered.