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I had this idea in my head for a while now… I could not stop thinking about it, so I had to write it. I understand that this is a lot of stories that I have published recently similar to this one, and for that, I am sincerely sorry. I can't say if this will be the last one that I post.

Let the story begins…

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(First Person Point of View)

I was running back home during a raging down pour.

I heard felt the air shake as Thunder Roared near by. Lightning flashed, blinding me.

I continued to run, trying to make it home before I got sick… again.

*KA-BOOM*

The Thunder knocked me off of my feet, I looked up, and I saw something falling from the building.

I muttered, "Ah crap."

Then my world went dark.

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(First Person Point of View)

The next thing that I knew, I was in a white void.

Everything was white. I could not tell where the Sky or Ground met.

I looked at my body and saw that I was normal. I was wearing my navy blue jeans and a shirt with Spider-Man's emblem on it with my running shoes on.

I began to walk in what I hoped was a straight line.

I kept walking and walking and walking for several minutes. The only reason why I stopped was because I hit a white wall, hard. I face-planted on the wall.

I grunted and felt the wall looking for anything, but it was smoother than glass.

With a frown plastered on my face, I walked with the wall on the right side of me and my left hand out stretched in case I found another wall in the expanse of white.

After what felt like hours, I saw something in the distance. I think it was smoke. The smoke was a light grey color, barely visible in the white void. Though I could smell it.

I began to walk with a little more purpose as I walked toward it. Because where there is smoke, there is often times fire.

After walking for what seemed like a quarter hour, maybe thirty minutes, I thought that it seemed like the smoke was going further away from me… yet I couldn't feel a breeze.

My legs were beginning to get tired.

I sighed and then leaned my back against the invisible wall and closed my eyes. I was going to rest for a few moments.

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(First Person Point of View)

When I opened up my eyes, I saw that I was in the middle of where the smoke was coming from. I frowned and looked around me. I saw the smoke was caused by a fire, that burned but consumed nothing.

I shook my head and smelt the air, and it smelt like bacon.

My stomach growled in hunger, making me sigh as I looked for food nearby. Though there was nothing except for the fire spot.

The fire was the size of a small campfire.

I finally spoke out loud for the first time since coming into this white void. "Okay, why am I here, and where is everybody or someone?"

Then out of the fire came a large man. He was wearing a maroon colored jumpsuit with black pants.

I jumped out in surprise and took a couple of steps back as I looked at him. He seemed very familiar.

He said, "It took you long enough to speak."

I arched an eyebrow, though I said nothing.

The man told me with a slight smirk, "I am, Q."

I muttered the letter to myself and then snapped my fingers, "From Star Trek?"

Q smirked and said, "I knew you remembered me. But yes, I am He."

I frowned and asked, "Where am I, and why am I here?"

"You are outside the world between worlds, between all realities." He said to me.

I asked him, "Okay, that answers one question, but why am I here?"

He smirked and said, "You died on accident, not my fault and your soul wandered outside of its reality and fell through the cracks. I saved you from the endless black void."

I arched an eyebrow and asked him, "What do you get out of helping me?"

"I have been bored out of my mind. Picard is still Picard, and he is no longer my favorite play thing." Q replied to me with a shrug.

I asked him, "What is in it for me?"

Q smirked and said, "Three similar characters, two similar characters, and one character, plus two items to go with it."

My eyes nearly bulged out of my head as I choked on my spit.

He said, "No, you have to be able to be killed and not immortal and not too over powered. So no Doomsday, no Superman, no Hulk, no Wolverine. Get the point?"

I sighed but nodded my head and said, "Okay, that is actually really fair."

He smirked and said, "I know."

I paused and thought about it and asked, "Can I have Spider-Man, Peter Parker, shortly after 'The Other Arc'. The Ultimate Spider-Man, Miles Morales, during his prime. Spider-Man 2099, Miguel O'Hara."

Q smirked and said, "Good choices. Now pick two more characters."

I began to pace back and forth as I thought about it. I asked Q, "May I choose Thor from the M.C.U.?"

He shook his head and said, "No."

I shrugged and said, "Okay…." I continued to pace. I stopped and said, "Percy Jackson and Nico Di Angelo."

Q arched an eyebrow but said, "Okay, I will allow it." He smirked and then said, "One more character."

Once again, I began to pace back and forth for a few minutes.

I sighed and then asked, "Can I have Anakin Skywalker slash Darth Vader's Skills, Memories, and Force Potential?"

Q smirked, then said, "Of course, you can." He then asked me, "Two items."

I nodded my head, then said, "I want Iron Man's armor from Endgame with an A.i. that can hack into anything. I also want to have endless nano-bots, so it can always repair itself."

Q frowned slightly but said, "Very well, though that it is close to being over powered."

I smiled and said, "Can I have a Light Saber? I want it to have a Lava Crystal that is the color of Lava. I also want it to be enchanted to always teleport to me, either onto my belt or my hand."

He smirked and said, "So, like Rip Tide? Sure thing."

Q snapped his fingers, and the white void bent, twisted, and warped around me before everything went black.

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(First Person Point of View)

When I came to, I saw I was on the bridge of a Star Ship.

Q smirked and said, "Oh, and Picard, I hope that you realize that you are responsible for this boy's action."

Picard opened his mouth, but without much fan fair, Q simply disappeared.

I groaned and muttered, "This is not my world… when and where am I?"

Picard sighed and then said, "You are on the U.S.S. Enterprise."

I frowned and asked, "Okay… what Star System are we in? Are we near the Earth or something?"

Picard asked, "What is the last thing that you remember?"

I paused and said, "Two things, I was running home when a lightning bolt struck something, and that thing fell on me… the next thing I knew, that…." I sighed and then said, "Our favorite letter of the Alphabet told me that he was bored, then he snapped his fingers."

Picard sighed softly but nodded his head and asked, "What year are you from?"

"I honestly am not sure… I can't remember much about myself… I can't even recall my name." I replied to the Captain.

Picard said, "Counselor Troi, with Worf. Will take you to Doctor Crusher to have you medically examined."

I nodded my head and said, "Okay, sir."

The beautiful dark-haired beauty stood up and said, "Come this way." She led the way to the turbo lift.

I saw myself in a reflection. I noticed that I was almost the same. I was leaner and more muscular than before.

Worf glanced at me but kept moving as he said nothing.

Troi asked me, "How are you feeling?"

I shrugged and said, "A bit whelmed, and I have not eaten anything in a while."

Worf scoffed softly to himself though he said nothing to me.

I turned to him and said, "If you want a fight, I am ready." I spoke as I narrowed my eyes at him.

Troi stepped between us and said, "There is no need for violence."

I could feel her probe at my mind.

I put up a solid mental wall, using the Force to push her out of my head.

I said with a low growl in my voice, "I would not probe at my mind again without permission."

She frowned and said, "I am an empath. I can feel your emotions, not your thoughts."

I scoffed and said, "If I genuinely wanted to, I am sure I could take out Worf in a fight."

Worf rolled his eyes and said coldly, "Whatever you say, little man."

I took a deep breath and let it out slowly as I calmed myself. I asked them, "How much further?"

Just then, the turbo lift stopped and opened up.

Troi said, "Come this way, please." She walked speedily toward the medical wing of the Enterprise.

I followed her closely behind as I kept up easily.

A short while later, the three of us arrived at our destination.

Doctor Crusher was waiting for us there.

It was a bare place with relatively comfortable-looking beds attached to the floor and wall.

She looked at me and asked me, "I have a few questions for you."

I sighed but nodded at her.

"What year are you from?" That was her first question.

I sighed softly and said, "I am not sure."

She frowned slightly and asked, "What do you mean?"

"Exactly that." I paused and then added, "How about we get me some vaccines and what not, as I tell you…." I paused again and then said, "Hmm, is there anybody here with a near-perfect memory? I would rather not have to tell my story more than once."

As I was speaking, I was planning my background history.

Doctor Crusher tapped her badge and asked, "Crusher to, Picard."

"Picard here." Was his near-instant reply.

She replied to him, "Could you send Data here? Our guest does not want to tell his story more than needed."

There was a pause before he replied, "Data is on his way."

For the next few minutes, I was poked and prodded, getting vaccines for the benefit of the crew.

The Android came into the med bay shortly there after.

He said, "I have arrived, as requested."

I gave him a slight nod and said, "Thank you for arriving on such short notice."

Doctor Crusher said, "Okay, now, if you can, please tell us your story."

I sighed and lay down on the comfy bed as I nodded my head. I sorted out my thoughts and then said, "I never knew my father, and my mother died when I was eight or nine years old."

I sighed as I continued my story, "I then grew up with my aunt and uncle for a few years. My uncle was murdered during a mugging gone wrong when I was thirteen or fourteen years old. I held his hand as he passed away, then maybe six or seven months later, my aunt had a stroke, and she died."

I was pulling on my amalgamation, composite memories. I allowed my; pain, grief, and anger to flow through me.

Troi gasped softly and said in a low voice, "I am so sorry for your loss. I can feel what you are feeling… I wish there was a way for us to help you." Her voice was full of empathy.

I sighed and said, "Thank you, Counselor." I then told them, "A month or so before my uncle was murdered, I was bitten by a radioactive, genetically engineered super spider. I was sick for a week as it altered my very D.N.A."

Doctor Crusher looked at a screen and muttered, "I see it now. I just did not notice it until you mentioned it." She paused and did another scan of my body as she said, "Your muscles are more dense, as are your bones, than a regular human."

I chuckled a mirthless chuckle and said, "I know…." I sighed softly, then said, "I was taken in by some… not very good people."

Troi could and would feel the emotions that I wanted her to feel.

Doctor Crusher said, "Strip to your undergarments."

I arched an eyebrow and asked her, "Excuse me?"

She crossed her arms under her chest and said, "Strip to your undergarments."

I frowned and took off my clothes until I was wearing only my boxer-briefs. Again, I frowned as I said, "Where did all of my scars go?"

Doctor Crusher typed something on her screen and then said, "I think that may have something to do with your arrival here."

Data said, "Please continue your story. It is most interesting."

I muttered, "That is not the word I would use."

I sighed again as I thought about where to go from there.

After a few moments, I replied, "Okay. Ever since I was fifteen, I have had to fight for everything; water, food, shelter, and everything else in between. I was practically a slave doing what I was told." I snarled, allowing my rage and anger to flow through me. I growled and said, "For three or four years, I was pretty much a gladiator."

I sighed and then said, "When I was nineteen or twenty, I escaped." I sighed again as I said, "I was always on the ran, running and hiding for the better part of four years, maybe five years."

Troi asked me, "Anything else that you would like to tell us?"

I sighed and shook my head, and said, "No… I would like to eat and sleep… please."

Data said as he stood up, "Thank you for your time. I need to tell the Captain everything you told us."

Troi sighed and said, "I will go with Data."

Worf said, "I will spar against you tomorrow if you wish to."

I gave him a nod and said, "Thank you, I guess that you need to leave as well?"

With a nod, Worf left.

Leaving me alone with Doctor Crusher. She said, to me, "Please, rest."

I gave her a weary nod as I closed my eyes and relaxed.

I soon well into a light sleep.

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I once again own nothing. All rights go to their respective owners.

Welp, here is the first chapter. I hope that you all enjoyed it.

I was recently told (by a close friend) that I should try to slow down on writing these types of stories… I would have to agree with the person. But I had already written most this chapter.

I have not decided on a name for the O.C. Any suggestions would be great!

Death Fury signing off for now until next time.