Disclaimer: None of the original characters in this are real.

Disclaimer: the Enterprise-D and it's inhabitants belong to Paramount Pictures and Gene Roddenberry's ghost (I guess...). Also, the musical movie humorously referenced/musically quoted belongs to 20th Century Fox and Richard O'Brien.

A/N: I hope that my descriptions of the Enterprise (and its school) make sense.

The morning after the party, Julie awoke to find herself somewhere that definitely wasn't where she'd fallen asleep. Aunt Beth's guest room looked nothing like this. In fact, she wasn't even in a bed!

Blinking groggily, Julie tried to figure out where she was. She soon realized she was lying on the floor beneath a table. There were lots of people walking around in the room, judging by all the feet she could see.

Was this a joke the Trekkies had played on her?

No, there couldn't be so many adults still an active part of the Star Trek club. And everyone in sight appeared to be an adult. What could be going on?

Julie crawled from beneath the table, and then stood up. A woman in a strange outfit with an even stranger hat saw her, and beckoned her over to the bar.

Is this some kind of exclusive club? Julie thought as she fearfully made her way toward the woman.

"What're you doing here?" the strange woman asked. "You know that kids aren't allowed into a place that serves real alcohol. Where are you parents?"

"S-s-sorry. They're about three hours drive from here. In Baltimore, Maryland. I'm staying at my a-aunt's house."

The woman raised an eyebrow. "Do you real think I'd fall for that one, kid?"

"Should I call security?" asked a man standing nearby.

He wore strange goggles of some kind over his eyes. It looked somewhat like a hair clip that had been spray-painted. This frightened Julie.

"Yes, Geordi. Hopefully they can find her parents and see that they get spoken to about this."

Terrified, Julie ran out of the room.

Captain's log, Stardate 68949.4 (June 26, 2015, 12:30 PM)

Our terrible enemy claims that we have kidnapped one of their allies- the girl called Julie. Judging by a note they sent us, they know nothing of First Officer Becker's disappearance. A third party appears to be involved. In other news, Ensign Michael has refused to help in our latest attack on the adversary. He has also failed to report to mandatory meetings I've held. I'm beginning to suspect he is somehow involved in this mystery.

- Patrick Barrett, Captain of the Star Trek Club

The second I woke up, I knew where I was. Engineering on the Enterprise-D. This was very bad, especially since I currently wore my 21st century plaid pajama pants and a tee shirt with a picture of the famous Rocky Horror Picture Show lips (it was the only clean shirt I could find last night, I swear!).

This is the 24th century. Nobody would recognize the tee shirt (except maybe a certain musical theatre loving Chief Medical Officer). And the plaid pants aren't too outlandish...

Yeah, I'd be fine.

So I left engineering. I quickly decided that I could blend in for a day or two in the ship school. As long as I didn't raise my hand in class, I'd be fine.

Hopefully.

It didn't take to long to find the school rooms. I looked for a room with kids my age. Soon I found one, but they're class had already started. Shit.

So I waited in the hallway for a while, praying that nobody would get suspicious.

Do kids skip classes in the 24th century?

Probably not.

By the time I'd mentally recited a few songs (Sweet Transvestite wasn't one, for your information!), the school bell had rung. I did my best to blend in to the crowd of teenagers. I did pretty well at this.

The class I ended up in was called Literature of Ancient Europe. This apparently included Dickens. They were currently studying A Tale of Two Cities and comparing Sydney Carton to a mythological character from a traditional Klingon tale of redemption.

To my relief, nobody payed any attention to me.

I'd sat down in one of the middle rows of the class. The front row would be asking for trouble, but I'd also stand out in the back.

When the bell rang at the end of class, I tried to leave with everyone else- but the teacher stopped me. To my horror, she was a Vulcan.

"What's your name?" she asked.

There wasn't any reason to lie at this point. "Jonathan Becker."

"To my knowledge there aren't any people named 'Jonathan Becker' in the school. You clearly aren't lying. Years of teaching have made it easy for me to detect a liar. Who are you really?"

"It's a long story..."

"It always is. I've got another class in a few minutes, so I'm going to call security in. I'm sure they can deal with you."

Oh god. And I thought she hadn't noticed me...

Maybe it wasn't logical to draw attention to something out of the ordinary during her class.

When the security guard showed up, I was rather annoyed. I thought I was blending in fine!

"What's that... Symbol on you're shirt?" asked the security guard. She was a human with short brown hair and a cold expression.

I rolled my eyes. "Do you know any 20th theatre fans around here? Ask them."

The woman ignored my reply, then began leading me down the hall.

"You don't seem threatening. But I'm supposed to take you to the brig."

"Holy shit. Are you serious?"

"Yeah. And the captains gonna hear about this, you know. So try not to do anything stupid."

It was weird, being in the brig. And boring. Really boring.

The excitement of being on the Enterprise-D had been replaced by dull annoyance. I began reciting songs in my head. Silly songs. And I began to sing... Badly.

"Science fiction... Ooh ooh ooh... Double feature... Ooh ooh ooh... Doctor X will build a creature... See androids fighting... Brad and Janet... Ann Francis stars in... Forbidden planet... At the late night, double feature-"

"That's pretty good singing. Though I prefer the stage version of that song."

There stood Beverly Crusher, on the other side of the weird force field thingy.

"Why are you here?"

"They told me that you were wearing a shirt with a 'gang sign' that theatre fans understand."

"Really?"

"Well, people did say that. But I'm really here to figure out who you are. I'm going to make sure you're human and test for any sickness you could infect the ship with. Radiation exposure, etcetera."

A guard clicked some buttons on a panel outside the cell, causing the force field to disappear temporarily. Dr. Crusher (and the brunette guard from earlier) entered the cell.

"I'm not dangerous," I said nervously, eyeing the phaser the guard carried.

Dr. Crusher chuckled. "I believe you, kid. But there are rules we must all follow when it comes to security."

She was right. If a random person appeared for no reason on the spaceship I worked on, what would I do? Come to think of it, I'd probably be so excited by the fact I was working on a spaceship that I wouldn't care about anything else.

The Holojournal of Mark, leader of the Rebel Alliance

(Fighting the Gallifreystown Empire since 2012)

Stupid old Patrick is claiming that we kidnapped his best friend. Why would he do that? Especially right now! Poor Caroline is terrified for her cousin. We haven't told her parents yet, but if we don't find anything out soon we're going to have to say something. And Anthony said that he suspects that his twin brother Daniel is a Trekkie sympathizer… This is getting way to serious.

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