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Chapter Six: Natural Born Flier

"Dr. Wildman?"

Naomi looked up with a smile. "Nancy! Hello, how are you?"

Nancy Hall stepped into the young doctor's office. Nancy was in her mid-forties, and every time she dealt with Dr. Wildman she felt even older. She knew that Naomi was atypical because of a genetic anomaly that resulted in her growing rapidly in her first year, but it still seemed so odd to talk to a twenty-year-old Starfleet psychiatrist.

Still, there was no denying the assistance the young doctor had given with her residents. Naomi was a natural with children, the younger the better.

"So what can I do for you?" Naomi asked.

"I came by to talk about Bill Hogs. Are you still his primary therapist?"

"I am. Is there something wrong?"

Naomi removed a recording crystal. "He's been having really bad nightmares since he arrived. I'll come in and find him panting and soaked in sweat, and his room is just destroyed. I wondered at first if he was just sleep-walking or something. I discussed it with him and asked if he wouldn't mind having an automated monitor placed in his room, just to make sure he's okay. He was a little hesitant, but he finally agreed."

She handed the crystal over and said nothing else.

With a quirked brow (a habit learned from her instructor Dr. St'alar) Naomi placed the crystal in her desk monitor for a larger picture and watched. She saw Bill thrashing on the bed, moaning in an almost animalistic level of pain or anguish, or both. But what was really disconcerting were the objects that were flying around the room.

Bill was psychokinetic.

"That's interesting," Naomi said softly. "Has he demonstrated any psychokinetic abilities outside of his nightmares?"

"None that I'm aware of," Nancy said. "Doctor, since Hope's Point was established twenty-five years ago, I've seen children of almost every species represented in Starfleet and a few others besides. I've had dozens of Vulcans, several Betazoids and even a Deltan girl who made the boys swoon until her government was able to pick her up. But I have never seen anything like this before. Frankly I'm worried for the safety of the other residents."

Naomi nodded even while she continued watching the video. It took conscious effort for her to restrain the urge to run to him even now. It was dangerous, the thoughts he brought up in her. The professional, ethical part of her knew that she should request reassignment.

The woman in her dreaded the idea of never seeing him again.

"Psychokinesis in humanoids is exceedingly rare," Naomi finally told the director. "There have only been a few recorded cases. The Vorta, Ocompa and the Vulcans are the only carbon-based species known to possess it naturally, though with Vulcans it is almost exclusive to their most highly trained mystics and priestesses and limited to touch. There have been at least two known cases of the power occurring due to outside influences. A race calling themselves the Platonians developed it by ingesting a chemical native to their adopted world. However, the effects were temporary and the chemical as it turned out caused long-term racial sterility and psychosis. The other examples were two rated human psionics who were exposed to the psi-radiation in the galactic halo."

"Didn't they make a drama about that?" Nancy asked. "One of the Captain Kirk adventures?"

"Yes," Naomi said. She used to watch dramatic re-enactments of Captain Kirk's voyages as a child on Voyager, even while she and the crew of that similar-sized ship had their own adventures.

"So should I be concerned?"

"At this time, I don't believe so," Naomi said. "I would suggest you maintain the monitoring at night. We have our next session Friday after school—I'll suggest he start a dream journal. In the meantime, just keep an eye out for him."

"Well, thank you, Dr. Wildman."

"Naomi, please," she said.

Nancy smiled. "Of course. Thank you again."

* * *

"Well, you have to pick something," Kirk said to Bill on Wednesday. "You don't want to get stuck in general physical training. It's just jogging around in circles looking stupid. If you have to exercise, you should do something fun."

"Water volleyball?" Bill said, looking at one of the options.

"Good sport," Kirk said. "Especially on the co-ed teams." He waggled his brows.

"What is it?"

"It's volleyball in a pool of course."

"No, I mean volleyball."

After Kirk explained volleyball, and then water volleyball, Bill continued down the list. "Water polo?"

"Nah, don't want to do that," Kirk said. "School this size has its share of extremists, that's why they have water polo. You know what polo is?"

That, for reasons Bill could not understand, he actually knew.

"All right, so imagine instead of horses you're riding skimmers that can skim the water at two hundred klicks an hour, with long sticks you wave about at balls floating on the water in the bay. I've seen riders get pulled off when their bats hit the waves wrong. And when they wreck, it's terrible. Someone actually died a few years back. They talked about banning it, but then realized if they did the yahoos would find some other way to kill themselves. Least this way they have some modicum of control. But at the same time, you have to test really well to even be considered for a team. Most players have been riding skimmers for years."

Bill had tuned out everything his friend had said after "two hundred klicks an hour." He had a vague sensation—perhaps even a memory—of wind running through his hair. "I want to try it," he said at last.

Kirk O'Brian stared at him a moment. "You're insane, you know that?"

"If I am, I don't remember," Bill said.

O'Brian laughed. "Well, let's go talk to the team coordinator."

The coordinator eyed Bill speculatively, and then told him to meet after school for a dry run. Bill went back to classes and mucked through the work as best he could. He had lost hope of ever catching up in any of the sciences, even with the tutorials. But he was doing better in literature and understood most of what he was doing in thermal dynamics.

It helped that Susan would move next to him to look over the notes he took in his PADD. Her proximity was like an electric field for him. He would become jittery and excited, though he didn't know why.

Well, he did. He had the same sense of familiarity with Susan as he did with Naomi. It felt as if he should have known her from even before she and the others found him in Scotland.

When he told her which sport he chose, she stared at him with the same exasperation Kirk had shown. "Are you mad? That's the sport they invented to help weed out bad genes," she said. "The real dumb people get killed so they don't pass their idiocy on."

Bill stood up—class was over anyway. "Fine, then," he said. "I guess I'll just go be an idiot."

"Bill, wait…" Susan said, but Bill had already walked out and was making his way quickly through the ever-present press of students. He made his way down the twelve levels of the school until he reached the grounds that bordered the bay. He slowed as he reached his destination and got to see a water polo field.

The field of play was a giant circle in the bay perhaps five hundred meters in diameter. Floating stands connected by pontoon walkways lined the field, with force-field generators around each stand in case a flier lost control. There were already several fliers over the water, skimming just over the waves at break-neck speed. The fliers would bank back and forth across the surface, vying for the ball. The ultimate goal was to get the ball through the posts at either end of the oval playing area.

"So, Hogs," Jess Turney said, "I understand you're interested in playing a real sport."

Jess was seventeen, svelte, immensely pretty, and with a calculating cold look that told Bill she did not see him as a human being, but as a potential asset.

"I'd like to give it a try."

"Well, let's go look at a skimmer then."

The skimmer was a simple vehicle to operate. Speed and brakes were controlled by foot pedals. The handles controlled the ailerons, but those were just a part of the controls. The flier also had to have superb balance and be able to adjust that balance.

"Takes a lot of muscle to fly these," Jess told him. "People think it's like riding a tram, but these things don't have inertial dampeners. You feel every G you push, and it takes strength to maneuver them and use the mallet at the same time. Think you're up to it?"

Bill couldn't help his excited grin. "I'm willing to find out."

Back at the school, Diana found Susan sitting on a planter box that framed a large willow tree. "Susan, what's wrong?"

Susan wiped her eyes and stuffed her PADD into her satchel. "I was a jerk, that's what."

"What do you mean?"

"I basically said Bill was stupid when he said he was going to try out for the water polo team."

Diana shrugged. "Well, that is pretty stupid, so technically you were right. But on the other hand you probably shouldn't have told him that. Sometimes boys get touchy about being called stupid."

Katherine and Mary joined them. "Urrg," Katherine said, "I despise Mr. Straka. Why on Earth would they ever let a Betazoid teach comparative linguistics?"

"Because he's a telepath who can communicate with almost anyone and speaks four hundred languages?" Mary guessed.

Katherine, though, saw Susan's puffy red eyes and was no longer interested in complaining. "What's wrong with you?"

"She blew it with Bill," Diana explained. "Called him stupid for trying out for the water polo team."

"He's trying out?" Katherine said, eyes wide. "Come on then!" She snatched Susan's hand and pulled her off the planter. "They're doing skimmer tests now. If he's really going to try out, we should be there!"

Susan's own steps sped up and the four of them ran around the huge stepped pyramidal building that made up the 25,000 student school. Sure enough, they saw a small grouping of students standing on one of the pontoon bridges that ran around the field of play. The four of them joined.

"Hey, Jess," Katherine said.

"Dunningham," Jess said coolly. "Didn't think you wanted to try out again."

"I don't. I'm looking for a friend. I heard the new kid, Bill Hogs, might be trying out."

"No, he's not trying out," Jess said. She pointed out onto the water. "He's already made a team. Just haven't figured out which one."

Susan turned with the rest and watched astonished as Bill, grinning wildly, soared by on a skimmer at maximum speed. He took the turn so fast he actually ran up the side of the force field and did a barrel roll before coming back down to the water.

"I have never seen a more natural born flier," Jess said. "He's your friend, huh? How long has he been riding?"

"I don't know," Susan admitted.

"Well, whichever team gets him is probably going to win the season," she said. "He's nailed every shot we tested him on. His hand-eye coordination is as good as our Vulcan flier but his instincts are pure human."

"You are going to have to eat your words, Susan," Diana said.

"I know."

Out on the water, Bill laughed in sheer joy at the moment. The wind felt as good as he hoped it would, and the speed was exhilarating. He really wanted to fly high, but the skimmers could not get that much altitude. Still, it was the most fun he had since he woke.

Midway through his second trial, swinging the mallet and slamming the ball into the goals, he felt more than saw four familiar people nearby. He took a turn toward the school and saw them watching—all four of them from Hogwarts, including Susan.

He knew it was just showing off, but he could not resist the temptation and ran up along the edge of the force field to do a showy barrel roll. He finally went back and finished his tests before taking the skimmer back to the dock.

"I want him!" one of the team captains called.

"I've been on the list longer!" another said.

Bill grinned at Jess. "Does that mean I pass?"

"You pass. Stacey there has been on the new players list longest, so he does get first pick. Stacey Frakes, Bill Hogs. Hogs, Stacey Frakes."

Stacey was a blonde boy with brown eyes and sunburned cheeks. He grinned and flashed a perfect set of teeth as he held out a hand. Bill took the hand and the two shook energetically. "Glad to have you on the team," Frakes said. "We're going to have a lot of fun."

"Your friends enjoyed your show," Jess added.

Frakes looked back at the four girls waiting on a nearby pontoon and nodded. "Yeah, that is a story I would like to hear about. How the new guy managed to get four of the most beautiful but aloof girls in a school this big interested in him after only a few days."

"It is a long story," Bill said. He fought down an urge to budge past the two. "So, what next?"

"First practice is this Saturday," Frakes said. "Three hours. First hour is mainly just warm up exercises. Isometrics, things like that. Then two hours on the water playing and practicing."

"Can't wait," Bill said.

"See you then." Finally released, he stepped past them and forced himself to walk at a sedate pace toward the four girls. He felt their eyes on him, and inside something primal responded.

"Hi," he said.

"I'm sorry," Susan blurted. "We don't really know anything about you. We couldn't have known you were such a good flier."

"Didn't know myself," Bill admitted. "Just liked the thought of speed."

He turned to the others. "It's good to see you all again," he said. "Susan told me you were all here."

"All here," Diana echoed. "Just hanging out. Wish I could handle thermal dynamics."

"Hell, I'm probably going to Starfleet and I could barely handle it," Katherine muttered.

Mary shrugged. "I don't mess with that stuff. If it hasn't been dead and buried for a thousand years, it's just not that interesting."

Without warning, Diana stepped between the three other girls and wrapped herself in a hug around Bill. The other girls stared a little uncomfortably, but relaxed as Bill put his arms around her and rested his cheek against her head.

"I'll always remember how you tried to help me," he told the diminutive red-head. He looked up at all of them with an intense light in his green eyes. "All of you. I was alone and scared and you were kind to me. You protected me and fed me and made me think I wasn't completely alone. I owe all of you. Thank you."

"Hell, it's probably our fault you were there," Mary said.

"What do you mean?"

Susan stepped to his free side and rested a hand on his arm. "We need to show you some things, Bill. But it will take a while. Can you come by my house tonight?"

Bill flushed a little. "I'm not supposed to stay out past seven and it's almost that time. And I have an appointment with Dr. Wildman on Friday. Tomorrow I'm going to my tutoring session."

"Saturday you have practice," Katherine said. "What about after that? There's a really great restaurant nearby we could take you too. Surely they wouldn't make you stay in all day on a Saturday."

"I'll ask," Bill promised. "That would be really fun. Just being around you four makes this place a little better."

They turned and started walking along the bridge back to shore. "So tell us about Dr. Wildman," Susan asked. "Has she helped you remember anything?"

"A little,' Bill said. "Not much, though. But you'd like her. She's only twenty. There's a story behind that, too. You ever hear of a starship called Voyager?"

"Oh my God!" Katherine blurted. "That Naomi Wildman? The first UFP child born in the Delta Quadrant? Next thing you know you'll be having tea with Admiral Janeway and Doctor Riker."

"Okay," Bill said. He had no context to understand the furor. "Anyway, like I said, I think you'd like her. She reminds me of you four, actually."

"What do you mean?" Diana asked.

Bill paused in thought. Finally he shrugged and smiled at them. "I don't know. Just feels right, like you four do, you know?"

"I shouldn't know," Susan said, "but for some reason I know exactly what you're talking about."

* * *

"Susan?"

Jessica Chamberlain knocked on her daughter's door that night, and when she didn't immediately get a response she waved a hand over the sensor and stepped in after it slid back. She stopped just inside, her hand to her chest and a cry of alarm frozen on her lips.

"Peter!" she finally managed to cry. "Peter, help me!"

Her husband stumbled into the hall, bleary-eyed and disoriented from sleep but moving quickly because of the urgency in his wife's voice. He came into the room behind her but froze when he saw Susan.

Susan writhed on her bed. Sweat soaked through her pajamas and her hair spun about wildly as she tossed about on the bed so violently that she seemed almost to be suffering from convulsions.

"Help me hold her down," Peter said. He rushed in and tried to hold down her right foot and hand, while her mother followed a moment later on her left side. It was a struggle, though.

"Susan, wake up!" Peter cried at her. "Wake up!"

Susan shook her head and screamed as if in agony. Desperate, Peter reared back and slapped her. Neither he nor Jessica understood exactly what happened next. It felt like an invisible wall struck them and sent them both flying across the room until Peter slammed into one of the windows overlooking the city and his wife collapsed onto the ground.

"Oh God, Peter!" Jennifer whispered as Susan stopped writhing and sat up in bed. Her eyes had a preternatural silver glow in the darkness of her room. Without looking at them, she said in a contralto voice deeper than it should have been, "Hecate will rend your soul for eternity for this! I will haunt you till the end of your days. There will never be peace for you!"

Suddenly Susan's head snapped back as if struck and she screamed. One of the windows of their apartment cracked into a million fractures, and then exploded out onto the street eighty levels blow. Cool evening air blew into the room like a storm because of the pressure difference. An alarm went off, beeping crazily.

Against this new noise, Susan slumped back into her bed, as still as death.

"Peter!" Jennifer screamed. "Peter!"

Peter was already on his feet and rushed passed the debris caused by the howling wind and placed a finger to her neck. His daughter's own brown eyes met him in confusion. "Daddy?" she said. Her voice sounded hoarse. "What are you doing in here? And why's it so windy?"

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Author's Responses:

I would like to thank the following people for their reviews and comments: Sharnorasian Empire; Obsidiius; gaul1; dajohu; David Brown; Tilius; eav; hemotem; dexterZ; Roosterman71; FluffyNevyn; GinaStar; CatWriter; Anaerobie; impatientuser; Maximillian1; White Merlin; Vyrexuviel; caboy2005; immortal7; TardisIsTheOnlyWayToTravel; Bratling; Debbster21; Bobboky; Pointer3109; SomeGuyFawkes; JEKrug01; Gogolu; Wonderbee31; that1; jedidiah (love that name); Manus Dei and Tanydwr.

I appreciate all your comments and reviews very much. Now, on to everyone's least favorite part: Questions and Answers

Q: hey is there gonna be some naughty action later on?

A: Yes, but nothing on the scale of HP and the FF.

Q: hm...you are very close to making one of the critical character insert failures of fanfiction. Simply put, your main character, despite your claims, is not who you keep saying he is.

A: Hmmm, I respectfully disagree with you. I think HP in this story is very much in character with JKR's Harry Potter. A genuinely nice kid trying to figure out his place in the world. He may not match many pre-conceived Fanfic reader's conceptions, but that's not what I'm going for. Things will change once his experience catches up to him. That said, I firmly believe that if at any point this or any other story ceases to entertain you, you should stop reading. I've had several fics start out promising, and then I hit that one writing event horizon beyond which I can't return, and I dump it. I perfectly understand if someone feels the need to do that with any of my stories.

Q: So Grams is Harry's grand-daughter Lily, named for his daughter lily, who was named for his mother or something. Good story so far, I'm surprised that after to promising to die for Harry that the girls went their merry little way with no consequences. Hey, does that make one of the girls related to Harry by blood, no incest please, even if it is a generation or three removed it's gross

A: I don't know what you read, but it wasn't what I wrote :) Grams did not have any children. She adopted Susan's ancestor. And honestly, almost four centuries is more than a generation or three. Averaging four generations or more per century, after almost four centuries we're talking about 16 to 20 generations. Genetically speaking I could be more closely related to you than Harry is to any descendants he might have had. But, to stress again, Grams did not have any children.

Q: So why is Harry so good in advanced mathematics ?

A: It's not a plot device. Arithmancy is never really well defined in HP, so I posit that it is the mathematics behind magic, which within the frame work of this story is simply an expression of energy. This translates, again only in this fic, to the mathematics of power used by Starfleet for advanced sciences.

Q: Also there was this other cross-over fic I read...

A: Another reviewer mentioned it as well. I took a look at it, it has a great deal of telling rather than showing. It's a fine story within that context, but not one I would normally read. In any event it is most definitely a different story from this one. Other than the fact both stories have "Forever" in their title they have almost no relation to each other.

Q: To me, Bill's sudden appearance with new skin, no memories, and no knowledge except advanced math, it sound almost exactly like Kyle from "Kyle XY" tv show.

A: Kyle XY is another Roswell to me. One of those shows that I'm faintly guilty about liking. However, the appearance was actually based on the ritual used at the end of Harry Potter and the Four Founders. This is, after all, an indirect sequel.

Q: Chakotay, maybe? I mean, he just *might* follow on Janeway's heels. And Seven might get involved because, let's face it, Harry's appearance is *weird*.

A: I cannot deny this--I despised Chakotay. The actor was at best wooden, at worst constipated. For all the fact that it did have some decent episodes, Voyager had many weaknesses, made up only by Seven of Nine in a skin suit and heals. (I'm a guy--live with it).

Q: Which also reminds me, Harry would do quite well in the Star Wars universe.

A: It could still happen someday. As an alternative sequel to HP&FF. In fact I've already written a chapter, but I'll have to see if it's a viable plotline.

Q: Just how much time went by between the original series and TNG anyway? I think I remember Kirk and Picard being in one of the movies together, but that's about it. I'll have to go poke Wikipedia to get my bearings.

A: Bear with me. According to Memory Alpha, ST: TOS started in 2254 and ST:VI was set in 2293. TNG: S1 was set in 2364. DS9: S1 was 2369. The Movie with Kirk and Picard was set in 2371. DS9 ended in 2375. Voyager ended 2377-78. ST: Nemesis was in 2379. This story is set in 2392. So it has been 13 years since the events of Star Trek Nemesis. The events leading up to Nero traveling back and starting a new timeline occurred in 2387 after the destruction of Romulus. For the purpose of this story, Jean-Luc and Spock were successful in stopping the catastrophe that destroyed Romulus from wiping out the rest of the galaxy, but Spock is considered dead. The events of the movie Star Trek occur in a completely different timeline.

To give you an addtional frame of reference, Jean Luc Picard was born in 2305 and in this story is 88 years old. Hope that helps.