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The following is a story based on the characters from the Star Trek,
Star Trek: The Next Generation and Star Trek: Deep Space Nine series,
created by Gene Roddenberry and under liscence to Paramount Pictures.
This adaption is not meant as an infringement on that, but rather my
personal interpretation of the characters.  Any suggestions are welcome.
There is also an "adult" version of this that will be placed on the
alt.sex.stories newsgroup.

This story takes place during the seventh season.  I will try to get
more parts out when I can find the time.  I have a job also, so you'll
have to forgive any lateness.

A Blast From the Past -- Part 1
    Copyright 1995 by Kurt Phoel ([e-mail])

He was sitting in the control room on the graveyard shift, watching the
monitors.  That's what you get for being the new guy during your two
weeks of "light" duty before going back into the field, he thought.
Back in the days before the war there was such a thing as leave, but
that had been eliminated after the first casualty statistics started to
pour in.  There was such a loss of life that there was no room for
people to get any time off.  Thankfully, there was still a mandatory
rest period after six months of fighting.  The bastards upstairs still
hadn't taken that away.  It was only a matter of time, he thought with a
bitter taste in his mouth.

The lights were all off, as was fairly normal for this time of night.
He had just received a letter from Kathy, his fiancee, and couldn't wait
to read it.  No, that was wrong, he thought.  She was killed last year
at the field hospital she worked in as a nurse.  Oh, God, not again, he
said to himself!  How often would it last this time?  Would he make it
to the trial this time, or wake up in a cold sweat some time before
that?  Once again, Lt. Kevin Howard would have to re-live the nightmare
that had become his life.

Here it came again, like every other time - the light indicating that
the general had logged on to the Intelligence database.  For the
thousandth time he tried to ignore it, and maybe, just maybe, change the
way things would turn out this time.  Unfortunately, the human psyche
worked in strange ways, and he glanced at it and as usual wrote the time
and the other information into his log book.

At first he thought that it was a little strange for the "old man" to be
in the database at this time of night, but Kevin had heard about his
insomnia and work was the only way to get him back to sleep.  The rumor
from the guys who had been there for a while was that this was a nightly
occurrence, and that they never logged it in, but Kevin was always a
stickler for details, so he complied with the S.O.P.  His attention to
detail gained him the nickname "By the Book" Howard, which he bore with
a certain amount of pride.

Then he was back to the letter.  "This can't be right," he said aloud.
"I know this is only a dream..."  Oh no, the data uplink warning light
went off again, signaling an open connection from the base's
supercomputers.  Normally it was unauthorized, but General Morgan had
entered in the right security passwords and everything checked out,
according to the orders.

"Let's see who the General is going to talk to,"  Kevin muttered.  At
least it would make the time pass easier.  The computer's security
overrides, kicked in then startling him out of his boredom.  Let it be a
mistake this time, please, he thought.  Haven't I replayed it enough
times yet?  The general was accessing the Top Secret files!  That was
all right just to view them, but with an uplink going it was a major
security breach.

It must be a false reading, he said to himself, but according to the
book, I have to investigate.  Write the information in the log this
time, it'll save you, he tried to scream to himself, but he rushed out
of the control room, towards the general's office, uncharacteristically
ignoring proper security protocol.  It's probably some geek hacker who
accessed Morgan's codes.  He should be able to handle that, he thought.
After all, in the Engineering Corps, they trained you right.

Nearing the General's office, he drew his weapon, in case there was
trouble.  The door was cracked open, so he peeked in , and to his
surprise saw the General hunched at his computer in the darkness, typing
furiously.

"Uh, sir, what are you doing?  I'm sure there is an explanation," he
said with the respect due to the hero of many campaigns in the previous
war.  He then walked closer to see exactly what was being accessed, and
where it was being sent.  The screen read "TOP SECRET", and below that
"OPERATION FAR REACH -- Transport Technology"  The connection was to an
overseas location, and with horror, he recognized the location as the
enemy's headquarters!

"Lieutenant Howard, isn't it?  Just got here from the front didn't you,
son?" he said, trying to cover the screen.  Before he completely
obscured his vision, Kevin saw that the connection was almost complete.

"Sir, I'll have to ask you to step away from the computer, and raise
your hands.  I hereby place you under arrest for high treason," Kevin
sadly informed him.

"Now son, this isn't what it looks like," said the general, still
seated.

"Sir, from what I've seen, I'm afraid that it is what it looks like.
Please step away from the computer."

Please don't do it this time, General.  Please just do as I ask, he
thought to himself.

With more speed than he expected from the old man, the General hit a
series of keys with his left hand, while pulling a fist-gun from under
the desk with his right, and swinging it towards Kevin's chest, cocking
it.  "Some punk Lieutenant isn't going to stop me in my mission." said
the General rising with a sneer.

With a speed of his own, that surprised even himself. he fired his own
pistol at the old man.  The bullet hit him square in the chest, as he
felt one from the General's pistol graze his cheek.

As General Morgan was propelled backwards, and the security klaxons
started to go off, Kevin glanced at the computer screen.  The old hero
turned traitor had summoned base security and erased all records of his
illegal activities!  Staring in disbelief at the computer, he heard
footsteps of the Marine security running down the hall.

"Drop your weapon and raise your hands," shouted the Sergeant, aiming an
imposing rifle at him.  Kevin saw with a sinking feeling that there was
a full detachment of security personnel behind the Sergeant, all
leveling their weapons .

"But I'm innocent.  The General was..." Kevin stammered.

"DROP YOUR WEAPON, I SAID!" shouted the Marine.

Dropping his gun to the carpeted floor, he shouted back, "BUT THE
GENERAL IS A ..."

                    ************

Waking up, in a cold sweat as usual, he muttered, "At least I didn't
have to go to the trial this time."

Shuffling off of his prison bunk to the simple sink and mirror in his
cell, he looked in the mirror.  The reflection that he saw was the same
as he always saw after the nightmare.  The short blond hair was damp
with sweat as was the rest of his athletic body.  The bright blue eyes
had lost most of the sparkle they had before his ordeal began, and had
dark circles under them.

I suppose that it's appropriate that the dream had ended early this
time.  It was the day of his hopeful pardon.  During the trial, he
himself, had been accused of treason and for killing a superior officer.
As he had feared all evidence of the General's treachery had been
erased.  Kevin had been placed on trial in the efficient military method
that was so common during the war.  The public could not believe that a
war hero has been a traitor, despite Kevin's testimony.

He could still remember the court martial's sentence.  Admiral Drumm had
sat there coolly and passed down the judgement.  Uncharacteristically,
they were giving him a choice.  Either death, for treason and murder,
and a couple of other vague charges thrown in for good measure, or a
pardon.  The pardon had a heavy price however.  He would have to be a
test subject in a Top secret experiment, and if successful to be given a
reprogramming and sent out into the field.

He would lose most of his memories and personality, but it was probably
better than death.  Also the results weren't always permanent.  He vowed
to himself that if there was any shred of his former self that was left,
he would prove his innocence and the General's treachery.

"The experiment you will be involved in will be that of the new
transporter technology, which you claim to have saved from being stolen
from us.  Do you understand these charges, Lieutenant?" said the Admiral
with a smirk on his face.

Bastard thought he was funny, thought Kevin.  "Yes, sir.  I do.  I
choose to take part in the experiment, but still claim my innocence."
He stated with as much courage as he could muster.

"That will be enough.  I want you to know that the only reason you are
being given a choice is because of your outstanding record in t he
field.  Sergeant, prepare the prisoner for transport to Fort Jameson for
the experimentation." said Admiral Drumm, banging the gavel.

************

Once at Fort Jameson, he was indoctrinated in the methods of transport
technology, and what would happen.  While there he had a run-in with an
especially unfriendly individual, named Calvin Mc Clure.  Mc Clure was a
psychopathic killer who had gotten the same deal as Kevin and had a
small following of equally maladjusted prisoners.  Among them were Sasha
Townsend, Peter Abbot, and Jackson Smith.

Mc Clure was a six foot tall, muscled, mad genius, with a ponytail of
dark red hair, and green eyes that would bore into your soul, like an
icepick.  He had been the ringleader of his merry little group of
saboteurs, who had been employed by European Hegemony to destroy some of
our key resources.  They had plagued the North American States for
several years until they were finally caught.

Sasha was equally evil, and was a skilled assassin, with a body to die
for.  She had the trim athletic body that was trained in several forms
of martial arts: deadly from her long shapely legs up to her beautiful
face with piercing black eyes and blond hair down to her waist.  She had
used her looks to seduce more than one high ranking officials, and then
murder them in their sleep in especially gruesome ways.

Abbot was the computer hacker of the group.  Thin and short, with the
characteristic glasses and mad scientist hair.  His claim to fame was
that he could break into any computer system known to man and infect it
with some of his nasty computer viruses.  The special thing about his
viruses is that they caused the capacitors in computers to overload and
discharge unexpectedly, destroying both the computer and any poor
bastard who happened to be using it.

Finally was Smith, who was closing in on seven feet tall and had an
attitude against authority figures.  He had shaved his head bald, to
make him appear to be an enormous killing machine.  They had supposedly
found him with his huge black hands wrapped around the head of his
commanding officer, having crushed his skull with his bare hands.  He
didn't look too bright, but rumor was that he was just as smart as the
others.

Due to the obvious personality conflicts between Howard and his new
found friends, a scuffle broke out when he first arrived.

"So, Lt. Howard, how does it feel to be labeled a traitor?  I've heard
about your record in the war.  We could always use a demolitions expert
in out little gang."  Said Mc Clure with a smile.

"Yeah, besides, he's got a great body." said Sasha, running her eyes
over his body.

"Don't place me in the same category as scum like you four.  At least I
didn't sell out my country." retorted Kevin.

"Hey now, Howard, don't get all worked up.  According to everyone else
you betrayed your country too.  By the way, I like the "I'm innocent"
look you gave at your trial.  Very convincing," chuckled Abbot.

"Now friend, since everyone has abandoned you, you need some friends."
exclaimed Mc Clure, placing his hand on Kevin's shoulder.

Grabbing the ringleader's hand, and painfully twisting it backwards, he
replied, "I'm no friend of yours, and keep your hands to yourself."  He
then shoved Mc Clure backwards into the arms of his gang.

"No need to get violent," said Mc Clure with an evil grin on his face,
approaching Kevin.

With trained reflexes, he shot out a fist, catching Calvin in the nose,
hearing a satisfying snap, as it broke.  At this point, Smith stepped
forward menacingly with both hands raised, a growl emanating from his
throat.  Seeing a potential riot the guards drew raised their tasers at
the prisoners.

"Okay, kids, break it up.  That is unless you want to get 10,000 volts
plugged into you," Said the captain of the guard with a look that said
he was serious.

"I'LL KILL YOU FOR THIS, NAVY BOY!" Screamed Mc Clure as the guards
separated the group, taking him to the infirmary.

"Go screw yourself Mc Clure, or maybe you can have some fun with your
trained pit bull, there.  I hear you're into that stuff," said Howard
with a satisfied smile.

"You're dead man, so dead,"  echoed Abbot.

"Take care, hot buns," cooed Sasha blowing a kiss his way as the gang
was lead to their cells.

"C'mon Howard, let's get you checked in without any further incident.
Think you can manage that traitor?" sneered the guard.

"I think I can.  And remember, asshole, I'm not a traitor."

"Says you, traitor," relied the guard tossing him in the cell and
locking the door.

************

Over the next few weeks, he was introduced to the technicians who were
working on the transporter prototype.  They explained how it supposedly
worked, and that after some horrifying results they has managed to
successfully transport someone across a room.  It didn't seem like much,
but in reality it was fiction come true.  The next phase was to send
people in groups through a satellite uplink to another remote location.

They still weren't too sure how it worked, so people were sent naked
through the transporter beam, since in early trials, any clothing that
people were wearing got ingrained into their cells upon reassembly.
This resulted in disastrous results.  Also groups tended to get combined
together upon reassembly into one mass of deformed flesh.  They still
weren't sure if they'd worked this out yet and weren't ready to try it
yet.

The first subject had successfully made the transport to the remote
location in the Deserts of New Mexico.  They wanted to try the group
transport with Mc Clure's little gang.  The scientists hoped that it
would work, but for purely scientific reasons.  They knew about the
viciousness of the group and felt that even if it didn't work, they
would be rid of a bunch of society's outcasts.

On the day that they were to be sent, Mc Clure dropped by Kevin's cell
on his way to the transport chamber.  "If we make it through this, Navy
boy, I'll come and mess you up good;" he threatened.

"Just make sure you leave some of me for Godzilla," said Kevin gesturing
at Smith.  He was satisfied with a growl from Smith and a chuckle from
Sasha.

"Wish me luck, handsome," she said with a wink.  A weak smile was all
that Kevin felt like replying with.

As they were led into the chamber, they showed the remaining test
subjects the proceedings via closed circuit TV.  The prisoners were told
to strip and step up on the transport pads.  Even the normally stoic
scientists couldn't help but to stare at Sasha's naked form.  It was all
that Kevin had imagined it to be, and he was getting pretty excited by
it.

The guards removed the manacles from the prisoners, and the scientists
started the procedure of feeding the data into the control panel.  Then
with the push of a button, the people on the transporter pad started to
glow, and shimmer, and before anyone knew what was happening they were
gone.

The scientists were on the radio talking to the receiving site to see in
they had arrived yet.  There was a commotion and after about five
minutes the guards got a message to return the prisoners to their cells.
They all knew that something had gone wrong, since they should had
arrived at the other lab in a few seconds.  The entire lab was talking
about what had happened.  The rumor was that they felt that four people
had overloaded the pattern buffers, and they signals had canceled each
other out.

Over the next few weeks, the system went through a complete diagnostic,
and no errors were found.  They decided it was time to try a single
subject again.  It turned out to be Kevin's turn.  As he was ushered to
the laboratory in his prison jumpsuit and handcuffs, he had a sick
feeling in his stomach.

As they entered the transport chamber, he was ordered to strip and get
on the pad.  They removed his handcuffs and started the countdown to
transport.

"Anything you'd like to say before you get sent to New Mexico,
Lieutenant?" asked the project head.  "You will only feel a little
tingling as the transport begins."

"Yeah, like Mc Clure and his gang did, huh?  All I have to say is that I
am innocent," replied Kevin and he said a quick prayer.

"Ready to go, sir," said the technician to the other scientist.

"Good luck son, and God have mercy on your soul," said the chief
scientist with his head bowed.  Begin transport."

Everything started to shimmer to Kevin and just before he disappeared,
he heard the technician say with horror to the others, "Jesus Christ,
the satellite is misaligned!  That's why the others didn't make it!"

The last thing Lt. Kevin Howard heard the project head say was, "My God,
what have we done?"

End of Part 1

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Disclaimer:  Blah, blah, blah Paramount.  Blah, blah, blah Gene Rodenberry.  Once again this is my personal interpretation of the characters and any suggestions are still welcome.  This is an updated version of Part 2, to make some things in later parts
clearer.  It sure is tough trying to write two versions of the same story!  The adult version is in alt.sex.stories and alt.sex.fetish.startrek.

A Blast From the Past -- Part 2
    Copyright 1995 by Kurt Phoel ([e-mail])

Stardate 43128.5 - Captain's log.  We are doing a search of the Alpha
Thanos system searching for subspace anomalies.  Due to our extreme
distance from any federation colonies, we will have to report to the
nearest deep space station, Deep Space Nine for more supplies after
finishing our survey mission, which is scheduled for four standard
weeks.  Halfway through the mission, the crew is starting to become
anxious for shore leave due to the monotony of the survey, but Counselor
Troi assures me that the crew's attitude is still good.  As always I
place complete trust in the quality of the work of my crew.

As Captain Jean Luc Picard entered the bridge from his ready room, an
awed silence covered the bridge for only a moment as it did every time
he came there.  The crew placed an equal amount of trust in their
captain, and everyone from the First Officer down to the newest
crewmember had great admiration for him.

"Report, Number One," he said to Commander Riker while looking at the
data padd handed to him.

"Nothing to report as of yet, sir.  All surveys are going according to
plan, and in the meanwhile Commander LaForge is doing a systems check on
the transport system as requested."

"Very well.  Data anything to report on the scanners?" he addressed to
the android seated stoically at the OPS station.

"Nothing as of yet sir, although I have been doing some research on this
sector of space and have found some interesting information.  Would you
like me to inform you of any of this?" reported the android.

"Uh, no thank you Data, maybe later." he replied, giving Riker a small
smile.  Will Riker returned the smile, knowing that Commander Data's
information was often very long and detailed, and often unimportant.

Data gave a look, that if on anyone else would have indicated
disappointment, but on him had no meaning in particular.  He had, as he
often informed people, no feelings to hurt, so he couldn't really be
disappointed.  He was only offering any information that would be useful
to his Captain, which he curiously found was more often than not, not
required.  Suddenly the OPS console let out a beep indicating that an
anomaly had been detected.

"Just a moment sir," said Data, addressing Captain Picard, "I have
picked up a most unusual energy signature."

"What is it, Data?" asked Riker.

"I'm not sure yet, but it appears to be similar to our transporter
beams, but of a less coherent nature,"  he said.

"Can you be any more specific, Data?  How could a transporter signal be
out here in the middle of nowhere?" asked the captain.

"Unknown as of yet, sir, but the annular confinement beam signature is
similar to those in the first days of transport technology.  The beam is
traveling at a heading of 153 mark 078."

"Conn, turn to track the signal.  My God, number one, do you thing that
someone could be trapped in  the signal, and still alive?" the captain
directed at his first officer.

"I don't know, but we'd better get the transporters back on line right
now.  Data start to analyze the signal to see if its possible that it
has lost no signal integrity.  Also see if we can re-energize it." said
Riker to the android.  "Riker to LaForge." he directed to the comm
systems.

"LaForge here sir." came the reply.

"Geordi, we have an emergency.  We need the transporters on line now.
Data will be on his way to explain the situation."  "Data get down there
and help him out."

As data left his station and entered the turbolift, Riker said to him,
"Do you think that there's anyone in that beam?"

"I don't have sufficient information to make an accurate estimate," came
the reply, as the doors shut.

"Meet me in my ready room, number one," said Picard to Riker with a look
of determination on his face.

************

"That's a pretty tall order, Data," replied the chief engineer.  "We
need to get the transporter back together, AND configure it for an
ancient transport beam.  I'll need some help, but I think it can be
done."

"We had best start our work then," said the android.

************

In the ready room, the captain and his first officer along with the
senior staff were meeting to discuss the situation.

"I think that all of out skills will be necessary in this, since we
don't know what will come through the transport beam." directed Picard
to the room.

"I have a class one security field set up around the transport pad along
with two security personnel armed with class II phaser rifles," growled
Lt. Worf, in classic Klingon terseness.

"The ship is ready to match course and speed with the signal to have the
confinement beam enter the chamber.  The shields are lowered and ready
to be raised if we need to," came the report from Geordi LaForge, still
with sweat dripping down his forehead and onto his VISOR.

"I have sick bay ready to receive whatever may come through, assuming
that it is alive, and Deanna is ready to read any emotions, with the
same considerations," said Dr. Beverly Crusher, with a worried look on
her face.

"According to historical records, the beam is characteristic of the
first human attempts at transport technology.  They has no subspace
relays at that time, so I cannot explain how it is so far from Earth.
It is 2173 point....," started Data.

"Thank you Mr. Data, suffice it to say that it is far from where it
should be.  Only a wormhole, or such could explain this, but we will
deal with that later," replied the captain.  "Helm, match course and
speed with the transport beam." he said to the bridge.  "Come along
everyone, I believe we have a mystery to solve..." said the Captain with
a look of wonder in his eyes.

************

"Ready to receive transport, sir," announced Geordi, at the controls.

"Proceed, Mr. LaForge," was the reply.

As Geordi ran his fingers over the control panel, the transporter hummed
to life and the chamber gave off it's characteristic glow.  There was a
shimmering humanoid shape on pad number one, in the first stages of
rematerialization.  Then the figure started to flicker!

"We're losing the signal, sir. Attempting to boost signal integrity!"
said the chief engineer with determination in his voice.

The entire room was silent as the figure came and went several times.
Data curiously glanced at Counselor Troi, who had her fingers crossed.
He stored that to memory to ask about at a more appropriate time.
Suddenly, the figure started to become more solid as the
rematerialization process was completed.  Data heard a sigh of what his
human-emotion subroutine told him was relief.  Everyone then stared at
the naked figure standing on the transporter pad, as he stared back at
them.

Before the Captain could give the appropriate greeting, he saw the
figure do a double take and start to say something....

************

The next thing Kevin knew he was standing in a room full of people in
colorful jumpsuits.  Suddenly he realized that something had gone
terribly wrong.

"Where the hell am I?  This isn't the New Mexico base!  You Hegemon
bastards intercepted the signal!" he shouted and rushed at the one he
thought was in charge, determined to take one of them with him.

As he leapt for the balding individual, whom he thought was in command,
he ran into a barrier of some sort.  At this point he went wild, hitting
it with his fists to no avail.

He heard the bald one say with a British accent, "Son, I do not know
what you are talking about, but if you calm down we can discuss this
calmly."

At this, Kevin decided to play along, and try to kill the man at his
first chance.

"Now just step back from the force field, and we'll lower it, if you
agree to behave," said the commanding officer, at which Kevin nodded,
and did as instructed.

As soon as he saw a flicker from the screen in front of him, he jumped
at the older man again, and managed to get his hands on his tunic.  He
then saw an attractive redhead run over and jab him in the neck.  The
last thing he remembered was hearing the man say, "Lt. Worf, get him to
sickbay and place him under guard..."

************

While performing her routine medical checkup on the strange new
passenger, Beverly found herself getting strangely intrigued by her
patient.  While she had seen better endowed patients (Try to be
professional about this, Beverly, she chided herself.  What would Dalen
say about something like that?, she asked herself, thinking about her
old mentor and friend.) on humans and aliens alike in her years as a
doctor, something about the young man's body aroused her and seemed
somewhat familiar.  Replacing the covers, she went about completing her
medical exam, she tried to banish the thoughts from her mind.  It had
been a long time since she had been touched by a man, and held in the
aftermath of making love.  She shook her head trying to get her mind
back on track.

 "A problem, doctor?" asked Captain Picard, entering the sickbay to
check up on the stranger they had recently rescued, followed by the
members of the senior staff.

Embarrassed to be caught with her mind wandering, she replied, "No,
Captain, however my medical scans corroborate Mr. Data's estimate that
our newest arrival is from sometime in the early twenty-second century.
I have done a complete physical, and since genetic scans were not used
until almost 100 years after he apparently was transported, we won't
have any clue as to his identity until we revive him and question him.
He does have several scars that would indicate combat, and I have
removed some metal fragments from several locations that are reminiscent
of old Earth style grenades.  He is, of course still under a security
field."

 "Wake up our patient, Doctor.  I believe its time to find out about our
"Friend" here." said the captain with a wry smile, and rubbing his neck
where the stranger had grabbed him.

Injecting the hypospray into the man's neck brought about the usual hiss
from the spray and the patient stirred.  He tried to bolt out of the
bed, but found the force field blocking his way.  Growling and realizing
that there was nothing he could do, he proceeded as he had been trained
to do.

 "Kevin Howard, Lieutenant, Naval Engineering Corps, 157-68-2482" he
said with his jaw set, and a steady voice hiding the confusion he felt.

 "My God," gasped Dr. Crusher, as she bolted for her office.

 "See what's the matter with her," Picard said to Data, and to Kevin,
"Now at least we know who you are.  And if you'll calm down, perhaps we
can help you.  You are aboard the Federation Starship Enterprise.  I am
Captain Jean-Luc Picard, and here is my first officer Will Riker." he
said.  Unfortunately the only response that the Captain got was the same
he had a moment ago.  "Counselor..."  he said to Deanna, hoping for some
indication.

 "Sir, he was angry and confused both upon transport and upon his
waking.  When you introduced yourself, his emotions went to utter
confusion and disbelief,"  reported the Counselor.

Sneering at her, Kevin uttered, "As is that took a shrink.  Where am I?
London?  Rome?  There have been rumors that you have also been
developing a transport system, but aren't as far along as we are.  Well,
I'm afraid that you won't get any information out of me.  I'm only a
guinea pig."  At that last comment he fixed the group with a smug smile.

 "Perhaps I could be more convincing with him," growled Worf, at which
Kevin let out an astonished gasp, having never before seen a member of
the Klingon race.

 "That won't be necessary, Mr. Worf." replied the captain seriously.
"Perhaps this does call for strong measures.  Dr. Selar, would you have
a problems conducting a mind meld with Mr. Howard, to aid in his
understanding.  As he is, I believe that this would be the easiest way
to convince him."

A woman with bobbed black hair and the typical Vulcan ears, stepped
towards the medical bed.  "Of course, Captain.  If you would give me
some room, please." she said with the emotionlessness that was common.

As she approached the bed, Kevin remembered hearing about contact with
the Vulcans some fourteen years ago.  He had never seen one in person,
since he never left the planet for one of the colonies, which was where
the majority of the contact had been.  She neared him, and placed her
hands on his face and he heard her say, "My mind to your mind.  My
thoughts to your thoughts."  Unable to resist, he felt himself repeating
the same words himself, along with her.  As is a veil was lifted, he
suddenly understood, that the people were telling him the truth, and
that be some miracle he was in deep space, and almost 250 years from the
time that he began his journey.  As Dr. Selar separated herself from
Kevin, he felt something that he had kept bottled up for a long time;
grief, sadness, confusion, a flood of emotions that came out unchecked.

 "My God, you were telling the truth... Captain, I am so sorry, you have
to understand what was going through my mind..." Kevin stammered to
Picard with a look of regret on his face.

 "He is sincere Captain.  He really did believe he was elsewhere and,
apparently in the past." said Counselor Troi to the Captain, with an
understanding look at Kevin.

 "Thank you, Dr. Selar, for your help.  If you would release the
security field now, we will get Mr. Howard to some quarters.  With a
nod, the Vulcan walked  over to the bed and released the field.  In the
aftermath of the mind-meld, Kevin felt had a very strange reaction.  He
felt as if he had known the attractive woman for years.  Realizing his
state of near undress, he put his hands in his lap, and blushed a deep
scarlet.

 "Thank you sir.  What just happened?  That was the strangest... well
second strangest thing that ever happened to me." he said with a
sheepish grin.

 "We'll explain everything later.  For now, let's get you to some guest
quarters.  Mr. Worf, if you would escort Mr. Howard to a room."  Noting
Kevin's wary look at the Klingon, the Captain added, "Don't worry, son,
he is something else that will have to be explained.  You will be the
safest person on the ship with Mr. Worf."

As they were leaving sickbay, Kevin looked up at Worf towering over him
and said, "You're not human are you?"

 "Of course not!  Follow me." Worf growled as the doors whooshed shut.

************

A few minutes later in the conference room, with the senior staff,
Captain Picard addressed Dr. Crusher with a look of concern, "Well,
Doctor, would you care to explain your behavior earlier in sickbay?"

 "Sir I think that Data would be a better person to answer that." she
replied, "and I think that my... patient should be here to hear it."

 "Very well," said the Captain, and tapping his comm badge, "Captain to
security, please escort Mr. Howard to the conference room."

 "Right away, sir," came the reply from the duty officer.

************

Lt. Worf, a Klingon, Kevin had found out on the way to his quarters, had
handed him over to an attractive female security officer introduced as
Lt. Robinson, who was instructed to help him get accustomed to the ship.
Kevin asked for some privacy while he cleaned up and got some rest.  The
security officer only nodded and smiled as the door shut.  Trying to get
a grasp as to what happened, Kevin decided that a nice hot shower and a
fresh change of clothes was exactly what he needed.

After several minutes of searching the room, he finally found what
appeared to be the bathroom, but where the shower should be, he found no
knobs or a shower head.  Searching for several more minutes fruitlessly,
he failed to find out how to use the shower.  I'm an engineer for
Christ's sake, I should be able to figure this out, he thought with
frustration.  Conceding defeat, he decided to consult the security
officer outside his door.

"Excuse me, Lieutenant, I can't seem to figure this shower out." he said
to her with a grin as the door opened.  "Could you give me a hand?"

She followed him into the room without saying a word and found her way
into the bathroom.  "What exactly is the problem, sir?" she asked with a
smile.  He explained the lack of plumbing and was greeted with a laugh.
"There are sonic showers, which basically knock the dirt particles off
of you, but there are also regular showers." she said pressing a button
on the wall, and a shower head appeared.  She explained the basic
operation of the machinery to him, but he noticed that she was getting
very close to him, even closer than the small confines required.  He
assumed that the people in the future were comfortable with less
personal space, and he had to fight down his natural reaction to having
an attractive woman so close.  He was still in his hospital gown, he
reminded himself!

As she left the bathroom, he entered the shower, and as the hot water
hit him, he instantly felt much better.  He let the steady pressure of
the stream ease away all of his tensions.  Finishing, he looked for a
towel, and finding none, stepped dripping into the main area of his
quarters.  As he left the bathroom, the security guard handed him a
towel.  Wait a minute he thought.

With a startled gasp, he grabbed the towel, and covered himself.  "Jesus
Christ!" he exclaimed, "I thought you left!"  This just brought a smile
from her lips.

" I took it upon myself to get some clothes for you from the replicator.
I hope that they fit.  I have a pretty good eye."

Stepping into the bathroom, and giving her a warning look to stay where
she was, he began to dry himself off, and started to get dressed.  "What
do you mean "a good eye"?  When you first saw me I was in that ugly
gown." asked Kevin sticking his head around the corner.

"Not really.  I was there when you transported in."  she replied,
bringing a deeper blush to Kevin.  "I should be hurt that you don't
recognize me, but from what I hear, you had other things on your mind.
News on this ship travels faster than you'd think."

Finishing dressing, he stepped out of the bathroom in time to hear the
intercom for them to report to the conference room.

Along the way through the hallways, Kevin marveled at the ship.  It was
like nothing that he had ever seen or imagined before.  As they entered
the turbolift, the security guard said to him, "It is no accident that I
got this duty.  I requested it special."  Receiving a puzzled look from
Kevin, she added "I liked what I saw in the transporter."  Kevin once
again blushed as the turbolift doors opened.  The women in the 24th
century are going to take some getting used to along with everything
else, but it should be interesting , he thought to himself as she led him
down the hallway towards the conference room.

************

A few minutes later, a yellow-shirted security officer and Kevin Howard
entered the room.  With a motion of his hand, the captain said, "Have a
seat Mr. Howard.  Thank you, Lieutenant, that will be all."  The security
officer nodded at Picard and smiled at Kevin as the door shut upon her
exit.  "Mr. Data, as you were going to say..." he prompted the science officer.

 "Yes sir.  From a conversation with Dr. Crusher and a review of
military records from the era, we have been able to make a positive
identification of Lt. Howard." Data reported.  The conference room
screen came alive with Kevin's biographical information.  The android
rattled off a series of information about Kevin all of which he knew.
"After the murder of General Morgan, and the court martial Lt. Howard
was found guilty of murder and treason..."

Worf started to pull out his phaser and point it at Kevin and demanded,
"If you knew this then how come you let him come in here without a
guard?"

 "Mr. Worf, I am positive that Data has a legitimate explanation.  Mr.
Data, you definitely need to explain yourself." said the Captain with a
glare.

 "I do, Captain, and as I said before, I will explain that shortly.  I
was saying that Lt. Howard was given a choice of death, or being a test
subject in the secret military transporter tests, and upon his survival,
a mind wipe and reconditioning..."

Counselor Troi let out a gasp, "How barbaric!  I find it hard to believe
that the government would be involved in such measures." she said with
horror and disgust.

 "If I may," interrupted Kevin, and with an approving nod from the
captain, continued, "Mind wipes didn't always work, and given the chance
that I might have the chance to survive, and prove my innocence was one
that I couldn't refuse."

 "Anyway, following a few scuffles with fellow prisoners in the
program..." at which Kevin allowed himself a smile, remembering his
encounter with Mc Clure, drew a few curious glances from all at the
table.  Data, not having noticed anything, went on with his report, "He
was scheduled to be test subject A135, and on March 19, 2131 was
dematerialized in the test chamber in Fort Jameson.  His signal was to
be  sent to an orbital satellite, and rematerialized at an unnamed
military base in that is now the Southwestern American Rainforest," and
noticing a startled look from Kevin quickly added, "Which was at the
time the region known as New Mexico."

 "Hold on Data," exclaimed Geordi, "transporters weren't invented until
2156..."

Before Data could respond, Kevin interjected, "It was one of the
military's "Black Book" projects.  Apparently they were 25 years ahead
of the rest of the world, although there were a lot of problems.  In
fact, I think that its a miracle that I'm here at all."

 "Indeed, there were many of the same problems that were discovered in
the documented transporter documents, such as DNA combinations and
multiple signal cancellations, which fortunately have been fixed by
present time." Data continued.  "Apparently Lt. Howard's signal made it
to the satellite, but prior to the previous experiment, had been
misaligned and aimed at deep space.  This would appear to indicate how
he came to be in our transporter room."

 "But as you've said before were are thousands of light years away from
where the signal would have traveled without the aid of subspace booster
signals, not to mention that his signal remained coherent." said Cmdr.
Riker.

 "Yes sir, in my research of the incident, I have found that sensors at
the Zephram Cochrane Memorial Research Center on Titan recorded what
would appear to be a wormhole in the vicinity of the beam's path."

 "Could this have caused Lt. Howard to travel all those thousands of
light years and rematerialize as if no time had passed?" inquired Riker.

 "That is not entirely correct, the relativistic passage of time from
the time of transport to our interception of the signal traveling at the
speed of light is..." Data's eyes went slightly out of focus, indicating
a calculation being performed in his positronic brain, "3.125..."

 "Thank you Data." interrupted the Captain in time to stop the android
from rattling off several more digits.  The staff smiled at this
interruption, being used to Data's tendency to give MUCH more
information than required.

As if nothing had happened, Data continued, "Anyway, it is possible that
the wormhole had an effect on the beam that recombined it and held it
together.  Apparently it deposited the signal somewhere and somewhen
before we intercepted the signal and rematerialized it.  The multiple
redundancies of the first transporters of the time help to aid in our
reception and integration of the signal.

 "He was declared dead at the time, since the science of the day was not
equipped to know that anything other than signal dispersion had
occurred."

 "Well, that leaves several questions still unanswered Mr. Data, and
Doctor," said Picard to the two officers.

 "Captain," continued Data, "a few months after Lt. Howard was declared
dead, there was an investigation brought into the whole affair.  It was
discovered that General Morgan, had been receiving large amounts of
money from the European Hegemony and that computer records were
recovered that corroborated Lt. Howard's testimony that the General was
indeed a traitor and was selling secrets to the enemy.  He was post-
humously cleared of his crimes and as a form of compensation he was
awarded the American Union Medal of Honor which was presented to his
nearest relative, his brother Michael Howard..."

 "Who happens to be my great-great-great-great-great grandfather."
interjected Beverly, "Making him my "Uncle".", she added with a smile at
Kevin.

 "Well, today is just full of surprises isn't it?" exclaimed Captain
Picard with a grin.

End of Part 2

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The following is a story based on the characters from the Star Trek,
Star Trek: The Next Generation and Star Trek: Deep Space Nine series,
created by Gene Roddenberry and under liscence to Paramount Pictures.
This adaption is not meant as an infringement on that, but rather my
personal interpretation of the characters.  Any suggestions are welcome.

A Blast From the Past -- Part 3
    Copyright 1995 by Kurt Phoel ([e-mail])

     "This day is definitely full of surprises, sir." replied Kevin,
glancing at Beverly, "At least I have some relatives in the 24th
century."

     "Yes you do, Kevin." said Dr. Crusher with a smile.  There is so
much that you need to catch up on.  I'm sure that you'll need some time
to get adjusted to your new surroundings."

    "Thank you, Doctor.  Once again, I'd like to apologize to you,
Captain.  My behavior earlier was inexcusable.  It's just that..."
started Kevin.

    With a wave of his hand, the captain cut him off.  "As I've said
earlier, there is no reason to apologize.  If I were in a similar
situation, I think that I would have reacted in a similar manner.  Don't
concern yourself with it anymore Mr., or should I say Lt. Howard."

    "Well, you've all been so nice to me.  I hope that there is some way
that I can repay you." he said with a smile.

    "I feel that he would be an invaluable help to the historians for
one." added Counselor Troi.  "I would like to meet with you, since this
must be a very confusing time for you.  I am more than a...how did you
put it? A shrink."

     "I agree that you should see the Counselor, Lieutenant." agreed
Picard.  "She can help you to deal with these changes for you.  She does
have some experience with people who are 'out of their time'."
Remembering the crew of the Bozeman and Capt. Scott's troubles at
adapting to their loss of a century made the captain hope that this
young man would adapt better. Seeing Kevin's looks of confusion whenever
he looked at Worf, made the captain feel sorry for him.  Even though the
world that he left was much different than the one that he had been
catapulted into, Picard had faith in Lt. Howard's character and
perseverance.

     "If you think so, sir.  Well as you said, I have a lot of catching
up to do and a lot of studying to do." replied Kevin with a glance at
Worf.  Jesus, how much has changed since I left, he thought to himself.
"I think that now I will get some rest.  I've had a long day."

     "Perhaps the longest in history, Lieutenant." added Riker with a
smile, which brought a chuckle from everyone at the table, except Data.

     "But Commander Riker, given the time dilation during his
transport..." started the android.

     "Forget it Data.  I'll explain it to you later," replied Riker,
with another laugh.

                             **********

     Sitting in his room, Kevin tried to come to grips with his
situation.  The fact that he'd rematerialized almost 250 years in the
future was enough of a problem to start to give him a headache.  He
could accept the changes in technology.  That was to be accepted given
the amount of time that he had missed.  The difficult thing for him to
understand was the cultural changes that had occurred in his absence,
namely the new races that he had met.  He had seen at least ten distinct
species that were definitely not human in his short time on the ship.
The thing that surprised him most about this was that they were all
"humanoid".

     Then there was his "niece", Doctor Crusher.  Now that he thought of
it, she did have a slight resemblance to his brother.  It was funny,
that she was a doctor also.  Michael had always disagreed with Kevin's
choice to join the Engineering Corps.  He never said it, but he felt
that Kevin should have followed in their late father's footsteps, and
joined the medical profession to save lives, and not help others to take
them.  Michael had always wanted to be like their dad, given that he was
the only parent they had known since the death of their mother when they
were both very young.  Kevin was always the rebellious one, and he went
against everyone's wishes and joined the Navy, even though he had the
intention to make a change in the world.  Michael never seemed to
understand that his job was to help people also, building emergency
shelters and the like in times of crisis.  That had led to a falling
apart between the brothers.

     In an attempt to reconcile, before the War started, Kevin went to
visit his brother at the hospital he was interning at.  Attempting to
clear the air between them, Kevin tried for what seemed like that
thousandth time to explain his situation.  If it wasn't for the cool
head of his brother's new wife, perhaps the wound would never be healed.
Jenny was always the voice of reason in the household, and hated that
her husband and brother-in-law were so distant, seeing that they were
the only family that either had.  Finally, after much yelling and
arguing, she managed to convince the brothers that they should reconcile
their differences, and the two strong-willed men gave in and became a
family again.

     At the celebration dinner, Jennifer brought along a "nice friend of
hers" that she lived with prior to her marriage.  The friend had turned
out to be Kathy Sterling, a nurse at the hospital.  It was love at first
sight for her and Kevin, and a few months later, Kevin had proposed to
her, and she accepted.  Before they could get married, the War had
started, and he was off to do his duty for God and country, and she
joined the Army as a nurse.  A few months before their wedding day, she
had been stationed at a field hospital near the front lines, when a
freak explosion had almost leveled the building.  They had found her
body covering the still breathing form of one of her patients.  She had
protected the wounded soldier with her own life.  Kevin took her death
hard, and told himself that he would never feel that way about anyone
ever again.  He had gone to the Plains of Sa'lak to mourn in his own
way...

     Hold on, he thought.  I've never heard of such a place.  The
picture in his mind's eye was of a hot, dry plateau overlooking a dark
red desert under a blindingly bright sun.  There was his pet sehlat No-
Krin by his side.  This wasn't a memory of his.  He had never been to
this place, as it appeared to be on a totally alien world.  If nothing
else, this convinced him that he would definitely make an appointment to
see Counselor Troi.  He felt as if he was going insane.

     On top of that he was having these strange feelings for the Vulcan
doctor, Selar, as a result of what was apparently the famous mind-meld.
He had heard rumors about their enhanced mental powers, but no one
during his time really had much first hand experience with them.  Only
those in political, diplomatic, or academic circles had any contact with
them.  The soldiers in the field could only hear about the developments
with the strangely emotionless species over the wire services.  His odd
feelings towards Dr. Selar gave him a have a slight feeling of guilt.
She was centuries dead, but to him it was mere months, and yet he felt
that she would have wanted him to get on with his life.  Oh God, Kathy,
what is happening to me, he said to himself.  A chime came from the
door, waking him from his reverie.

     Walking over to the doorway, he pressed a panel next to it.
Thankfully, he had remembered the right one, which he made sure to make
Lt. Robinson show him before she left.  The door slid open to reveal the
smiling form of Dr. Crusher.

     "Afternoon, ma'am.  What can I do for you?" he asked.

     "First of all, its either Beverly, or Dr. Crusher if you want to be
formal.  I'm here because the captain felt that you needed to talk with
someone and I was probably the closest person that you could identify
with." she replied, walking in with a motion of his hand, adding, "Plus,
I wanted to talk to you myself."

    "Okay Beverly.  Sorry about that.  I guess its just my training
kicking in.  Please, have a seat," Kevin said, walking over to the
lounge area.  "There is definitely a lot that I have to try to catch up
on."

     Sitting down at a chair, Beverly placed a package in her lap.
"First of all, Uncle Kevin, I want to tell you that it is very exciting
to meet you.  You're something of a family legend," she said with a
smile, "And you're the reason that I joined starfleet.  Granted that in
every generation of Howards there was always at least one doctor, but
you were the only war-hero in the family.  My grandmother would always
tell us stories about past family generations.  I was the only one to
constantly request your story, and I was surprised that she put up with
me."

     "I don't know what to say, Beverly, but thank you for remembering
me. I'm glad that I had such a consistent and beautiful supporter so
many years after I was gone.  Please don't call me Uncle.  It makes me
feel like I'm a doddering old man,"  said Kevin with a smile.  "Well, I
kind of guess that I am," he laughed.

     Laughing with him, she replied, "Old you may be, but doddering,
definitely not."  And seeing him blush, added, "Um, I was in the
transporter room when you arrived, and I did the medical exam on you.
I'm sorry, embarrassment is the last thing that you need now.  Which
reminds me, I also have something for you."

     Taking the package from her, he removed the wrapping paper
wondering what was in there.  Opening it, to his surprise, he saw a
medal.  On it were the words: American Union Medal of Honor.  "How did
you get this?" he asked with surprise.

     "They said in the briefing that it was given to your brother after
you were cleared of all charges.  It has been passed down to the first
born Howard of every generation, and luckily all of my ancestors were.
It seems kind of appropriate that it gets returned to the person who
earned it."

     Jumping out of his chair, Kevin grabbed her, giving her a big hug
and a kiss on the lips.  Surprised at his reaction, Beverly returned the
hug.  Thankfully the kiss was a chaste one.  She was a jumble of
emotions; he excited her as no one had in a long time, yet she didn't
need any more motivation to be attracted to her "Uncle" and personal
hero.

     Disengaging herself from Kevin, she said, "Well, I guess I'll take
that as a thank you.  I must be going now, since I'm on duty in five
minutes.  Would you like to meet for breakfast tomorrow?"

     "Uh, sure," he replied.  "We'll have to talk later.  I guess I got
a little carried away there."

     Leaving, she said, "That's okay.  By the way, when someone chimes
your door, you don't have to get up.  All you have to do is to say that
they can enter."

     As the door whooshed shut, he thought to himself, Kevin, what are
you getting yourself into now?

                             **********

     As she arrived in sickbay, she saw Dr. Selar tending to a patient.
She saw that Kristin Andrews had apparently injured her arm again.
"Now, Kristin what did I tell you about being careful cliff diving.
Where was it this time?"

     "Guilty as charged, Dr. Crusher.  Actually, I decided to stay
closer to home this time.  I was in Hawaii.  I decided to try to start
from scratch."

     "Now am I going to have to ban your holodeck programs as a health
hazard?"  She picked up the medical padd to see the diagnosis.  "I can
see that Dr. Selar has already...  Good lord!  A broken bone!  That's
it, I am officially banning you from doing these activities, Kristin!
You're lucky that you didn't break your neck!"

     "Dr. Crusher, if I may interrupt.  It was a simply fracture, and
judging from the angle of the break, a spinal injury was not a probable
injury." interjected Selar, passing the bone regenerator over Kristin's
arm.  Suddenly, she dropped the regenerator, and seemed to swoon.
Beverly reached over and steadied her before she fell.

     "Selar, are you all right?  Here, sit down, and I'll have a look at
you.  Nurse Ogawa, please finish up mending Kristin's arm."  Taking her
fellow physician over to a medical bed and ran a medical tricorder over
her.

     "Doctor, I'm sure that its nothing.  I haven't been getting much
sleep lately.  I have been feeling very strange lately.  It must be a
side effect from my mind-meld with Lt. Howard yesterday," she said,
which seemed to Beverly to be a hint of irritation.

     A Vulcan getting upset?  She must be tired, she thought.  "Now, I
want you to take a few days off, Selar.  Relax, and maybe you should see
Counselor Troi also."  As the Vulcan started to protest, Bev added, "And
that's an order.  Get some rest."

     As Selar left for her quarters, she couldn't help but think again
about the young man she had mind-melded with earlier.  She had not
melded with as many people as other Vulcans, but she had never had an
experience like this.  Curious, this is most illogical, she thought.

                             ************

Interlude.

Stardate 43135.7 - Captains log.  Captain Ju'nal of the Vulcan Science
Vessel *Ambassador Sarek*.  We are one week out of Vulcan on the maiden
voyage of the newest exploration vessel in the Science Academy fleet.
It pleases me to have been selected to captain the ship named for one of
the greatest ambassadors in the Federation.  It is unfortunate that his
career ended shortly after his historic treaty negotiations with the
Legarans, and his demise some two standard years later.  We are en-route
to Deep Space Nine to resupply prior to going through the wormhole to
begin a four year exploration of the Gamma Quadrant.

     "Captain, we are detecting an anomaly at bearing 193 mark 104.  It
arrears to be similar to a transporter beam.  However, its annular
confinement beam signature matches the records of old Terran
technology," came the report from the Science Station.

     "Most interesting.  Do you have any additional information?"

     "A moment, sir.  Yes, the signature indicated four distinct life-
forms contained in the beam.  There is a 87.143% chance that they are
still alive.  I do not have enough information yet to determine a
hypothesis as to how.  I suggest that we attempt to recover the beam,
sir."

     "I concur.  Transporter room, prepare to receive a transporter
beam.  The Science Officer will brief you on all the details."

     A few hours later, the transporter had been aligned to receive the
transport beam.  Ju'nal addressed the transport officer, "Set the
Heisenberg Compensators on full, and prepare to transport."  Receiving a
nod of acknowledgment, he said, "Helm, match course and speed with the
beam and when we are synchronized, begin transport."

     As the transporter officer's hands moved over the control panel,
the transporter pad began to glow with the incoming beams
rematerialization.  For an instant, the four figures on the pads began
to fade, but the transport officer quickly compensated.  With a low
whine, four naked figures materialized in the chamber.

     "Where the hell are we?" asked the large dark human.  He was
silenced with a sharp look from another of the human males, this one
with red hair.  He looked at his companions for a clue, but they all
looked as confused as he was.

     "I am Captain Ju'nal of the Vulcan Science Vessel *Ambassador
Sarek*.  As to your question you are currently in deep space en-route to
the Bajoran star system and the Deep Space Nine space station.  The
question you would not ask, also has an answer.  You are approximately
200 to 250 years from the time that you started your transport.  We
cannot explain how, but you are still alive.  Would you be so kind as to
explain who you are?"

     Taking his time, the apparent leader answered, "I am Colonel
Michael Briggs, and these are my associates, Lt. Jenkins, and Sgts.
Anderson and Barnett."  Each member of the party nodded at the mention
of their name.  An aide entered the room with medical gowns for each.
"We were part of an experimental transport.  We were volunteers, since
transport technology is, or apparently was... new and relatively
untested.  Obviously something went wrong.  I can see that the legendary
Vulcan intellect has helped to rescue us, and for that we give you out
thanks."

     "We will show you to some quarters, continue our mission.  Please
feel free to use the library computers to become acquainted with your
circumstances.  Welcome to the 24th century, Colonel."  That last
sentence brought a smile of satisfaction to Mc Clure.  Raising an
eyebrow, the captain thought, I will never understand humans.

End of Part 3 - To Be Continued...

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A Blast From the Past -- Part 4
    Copyright 1995 by Kurt Phoel ([e-mail])

     Still concerned over the strange reaction of Dr. Selar, Beverly
finished writing the reports and other details required at the end of
the shift.  After turning over to the next duty section, she decided to
drop by the Captain's ready room for a quick chat.  She took the
turbolift to the bridge, stepped out, and began her way down the ramp
towards the Ready Room.

     Seeing her on the bridge, Data stood up from the command chair,
and announced, "Is there anything I can do for you Doctor?"

     "No thanks, Data," came the reply, "I'm just passing through to see
the Captain."  Seeing him return to his chair, Beverly pressed the chime
next to the door.  From inside, she heard a muffled reply, and she
entered through the opening door into the Jean-Luc's private domain.
She saw that he was reading his Shakespeare plays, drinking his Earl
Grey tea.

     "Ah, Beverly, please sit down," he said, rising from his seat, and
carefully closing the ancient book.  "To what do I owe the honor of this
visit?" he asked with a smile.

    Taking the seat opposite him at the desk, she replied, "This is
strictly a personal visit.  I wanted to tell you that I won't be able to
have breakfast with you tomorrow.  I'm having it with Kevin.  I hope
that you don't mind."

     "Not at all, Doctor," he replied, giving her a curious look.

     "What?  We have a lot of catching up to do, and he'll need some
help adapting to the 24th century," she exclaimed in self-defense.

     "I didn't say anything Beverly.  I have noticed a certain gleam in
your eye when you are around him, and don't think that you fooled me
when I walked in during your examination of him. Might I add, that you
have an air about you that I haven't seen in some time," replied the
captain.

     "Jean-Luc, how could you suggest such a thing!" came the retort
with a hint of anger.  "That gleam in my eye is from meeting someone who
was an idol of mine; the reason I joined Starfleet, in fact.  For
heaven's sake, he's my uncle, and I'm old enough to be his... well, his
aunt."

     "Now, Beverly, I don't mean to upset you.  I'm sorry that I jumped
to conclusions.  He is a good-looking young man.  I guess that I do owe
him some thanks for having you join Starfleet, however," he replied with
a grin, then suddenly serious, added, "By the way, I have contacted
Starfleet Command as what to do with him.  Since this is a relatively
new issue, there is no real policy as to what to do.  It appears that
the choice is up to him as to his future.  Admiral Nechaev will be
handling this case, since Lt. Howard was recovered in "her" area of the
quadrant.  It seems that we will have to ask about his intentions...
after he has been thoroughly briefed as to his new surroundings."

     "That's wonderful, Jean-Luc.  I will tell him tomorrow.  If you
have no objections, I think that the senior staff should each talk with
him about the changes that have occurred in their field, since he left.
They all seem to get along well with him."

     "I agree.  He appears to be quite personable.  I have instructed
Counselor Troi to keep an eye on his emotional state, to help him cope
with his surroundings, if the need arises.  Although it does appear that
he already has a tutor, of sorts.  Even though I try to avoid the ship's
gossip, it appears that Lt. Robinson has become quite attached to your
"Uncle"."

     "Really?" she replied, sounding a little suspicious.  "Thank you.
I'll talk to them about it.  See you tomorrow, Captain.  Good night."

                             ************

VSV Ambassador Sarek

     After each going through a complete physical by the Vulcans, the
four fugitives met in the quarters assigned to Mc Clure.  They were all
nervous about the strange new circumstances, but the only one to remain
cool was Mc Clure.  "I assume that all of you kept your mouths shut
during the exams?" he asked, receiving a nervous nod from each of them.

     "How come you gave our aliases to them?" asked Peter, noticeably
different without his glasses.  The Vulcans had given him a shot of a
drug called Retinax VII to miraculously cure his eyesight.  "No one will
recognize us.  We were probably pronounced dead after we didn't
materialize."

     "C'mon, Pete, think about it," replied Mc Clure.  "These people are
scientists.  They'll want to know *why* we're here, and If I gave our
real names, they would have had a place to start looking.  When they
don't find ours, we will simply explain that it was a top secret
experiment and that the records were to be destroyed in the event of its
failure."  With a sneer he added, "When we get to this Deep Space Nine,
we can start over, and look for employment, and we'll be home free.
We'd better get ready for that though.  Each of you know what to do.
And for God's sake, don't get caught!"

                             **********

Station Deep Space Nine

     It was closing time at Quark's bar, and Quark, the owner, had just
ushered his brother out of the place, before he could get into the
latinum and pocket a few strips.  He smiled, remembering the 10th Rule
of Acquisition: "Never trust your friends with your latinum, and your
family less."  He heard someone entering the bar behind him, and loudly
proclaimed "The bar is closed.  Come back tomorrow."

     Not hearing the patrons exit, he repeated his command, but before
he could finish, he was roughly tuned around, dropping his latinum on
the floor.  Two hooded figures faced him; one of them brandishing a
Klingon d'k tahg knife, prongs extended.  "Well, I can always make an
exception for my special customers," he said nervously.

     Removing their hoods caused Quark to let out a gasp.  "How did you
two get here?  No... never mind, what do you want?" he whispered,
ushering them to the back of the bar and into the shadows.

    "We want to place a "Help Wanted" sign here, and we know that the
type of help we need frequents your *fine* establishment," snarled the
first, lowering the knife, but making sure that Quark could still see
it.

     "Now, ladies, I run a reputable establishment here, ask the
Constable..." he started to protest with a nervous laugh.

    "Don't try to get out of our prior agreement.  I believe that you
still owe us," came the reply from the second."

     Trying to back out of what could only land him in the station's
brig, he tried to negotiate, "The 67th Rule of Acquisition clearly
states..."

    Before he could finish, the knife was at his throat, as the first
whispered in his ear, "If you disappoint us you will be VERY sorry."

     Stroking his ear sensually, the second added, "Just keep your ears
open.  We'll be in contact with you."  At that the two disappeared from
the bar, leaving the proprietor in a cold sweat.

     When will I learn to watch out who I do business with, he thought
to himself.

                             **********

USS Enterprise

     Having woken up, and managing to figure out the shower on his own,
this time, Kevin was drying off when he heard the door chime.  "Yeah,
come in," he shouted as he hurried to get dressed.  "Be out in a
minute," he added hearing the door shut.  Shortly, he emerged from the
bathroom to see Beverly standing in the living area waiting for him.

     "Good morning.  How did you sleep?  I see that you've figured out
how to get clothes and work the shower," she said walking over to an
alcove which he hadn't seen before.  "What do you want for breakfast?"

    "'Morning.  I slept fine.  The bed was better than the cots I used
in the brig.  I had a little help with the rest," he replied, blushing.
Seeing her look expectantly to him for some more information, he asked,
"Aren't we going to the wardroom for food?"

     With a little laugh, she replied, "No, I guess you haven't figured
out the food replecators yet.  It's a pretty simple concept really."  At
that she gave him a quick rundown of the replicator operation.
"Actually, I have set it up to have Geordi and Data talk to you about
this, as well as other scientific changes.  But first what do you want?"

    "Um, I guess just coffee with cream and some wheat toast.  I like
only a light breakfast."  She then talked to the computer instructing it
of their orders and surprisingly, the food appeared in a flash, he
associated with the transporter process, which would make sense.  From
what Beverly said, the two appeared to be connected.

     Bringing the food over to the table, she sat down and started to
eat.  "I heard that you an Lt. Robinson have been getting pretty close.
I passed her in the hallway on my way here."

     Blushing deeper, he said, "Uh, she has been teaching me a little
about the 24th century, but it would be good to get to know the other
officers also."

     "Has she?" asked Beverly, raising an eyebrow.  "Also, I think that
you should talk to the other members of the senior staff, to get updated
on current events, especially Cmdr. Riker and the Captain.  They are
looking forward to talking with you.  The captain has talked to
Starfleet Command to find to find out what we're supposed to do with
you, and it appears that the choice is up to you."

     "Well, that's encouraging," he acknowledged.  "Also, I think that
you're the person to help me out with something else.  With all of the
new species we encountered, I think it would be good if you could brief
me on the species that we're likely to encounter so I don't embarrass
myself."

     "It would be my pleasure.  Let's see: you've met a Klingon, a
Betazed, and a Vulcan so far..." she named a half a dozen other species
that were on the Enterprise, but he cut her off.

     "Hold on, Bev.  I don't even know what they look like!  Maybe you
could prepare a computer program for my to give me all of the details,"
he replied.

     "All right.  That sounds fair," she added.  "Which reminds me -
have you had any strange experiences lately?  Dr. Selar, the one who
mind-melded with you, has been acting strangely."

     "Well," he began tentatively, "I have been feeling a strange
connection to her, and you're probably going to think I'm crazy and send
my to the Counselor when you hear the next one..."  At her prompting, he
added, "I have been having some memories, which aren't my own.  They're
from some alien world where I've never been."

     "There is nothing to worry about with that.  It's just a side
effect of the mind-meld.  The two of you became telepathically linked,
and shared some of your memories with each other.  You shouldn't worry.
The memories will fade over time," she replied, remembering Jean-Luc's
encounter with Sarek.

     "Good.  I was beginning to believe that I was losing my mind!" he
said with relief.

     "You should still see Counselor Troi, though.  You've been through
quite a bit lately, and she can help you greatly."

     Finishing his food, he replied, "If you say so, Doctor.  Thank you
for the food.  It was delicious."

     As they walked to the door, she added, "I'll send the others to see
you later today.  In the meantime, use the library computer to become
accustomed with the ship."

     "Will do, Bev.  See you later," he said, hugging her good-bye.  The
doors shut, and he headed to the computer.  Tapping the ON button, he
said, "Computer, give me an update of the main events since March 19,
2131 on Earth, and in the Federation."

     "Working," came the reply in a pleasant female voice.  As the
information came up on the screen, he sat down to begin to find out what
had happened in his absence.

                             **********

VSV Ambassador Sarek

     The four of them had gathered again in Mc Clure's cabin to compare
notes.  "Well, our hosts tell me that in a few hours we will be at the
space station to debark.  What have you found out?" he began.

     Sasha began with her report.  "Well, I've tried my damnedest with
the captain and all of the other senior officers, to get something out
of them.  All they have to say is 'That is not logical' and 'Love is a
human emotion'.  These guys are too tough to break with my *talents*."

     "I managed to convince one of them to practice wrestling with me,"
began Smith.  "Let me tell you, they are STRONG.  Even after I started
trying for real, I got tossed on my ass more than a few times.
Something about there being higher gravity on their homeworld, and
strict mental discipline, which sounds alot like Sasha's difficulties."

     "It sounds like we'll have to be extra careful until we get off
this ship," replied Mc Clure.  "What do you have, Peter?"

     "Well, all that I could access without setting off any alarms was
the library computer.  They have more safeguards on there than I've ever
seen before," said Peter.  "Given some more time, I might get somewhere,
but I wouldn't count on it.  Here's what appears to have happened since
we left:" and he gave them a summary of the past 250 or so years.  "This
Deep Space Nine is by a stable "wormhole", which I won't get into the
details, but is basically a shortcut across the galaxy.  The station is
near to the planet Bajor, which had recently been liberated from a race
called the Cardassians, which appear to be the enemies of the
Federation."

     "Ah, a potential employer," said Mc Clure.  "It sounds like this
Federation has become something that would not be terribly sympathetic
to our profession.  Go on"

     "Anyway," he continued, "The planet is in shambles, and isn't part
of the Federation, but has ties to it, and is very poor."  Mc Clure made
a mental note of that, since his skills went to the highest bidder.
"This Deep Space Nine is at a crossroads of many spaceways, and has many
alien species there.  I've prepared an outline of all of the potential
species that we may run into there.  There is a note, however, that an
establishment known as Quark's should be avoided, due to its
disreputable character."

     "Gentlemen, and Lady, I believe that we have found a place to look
for employment," said Mc Clure with a smile, getting the same reaction
from everyone.

End of Part 4 - To be Continued

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A Blast From the Past -- Part 5
    Copyright 1995 by Kurt Phoel ([e-mail])

USS Enterprise

     He had been looking at the computer screen for several hours,
marvelling at the radical changes since his departure.  He learned about
the war with the Romulans, the beginnings of the United Federation of
Planets, and expanded explorartion of what was known now as the Alpha
Quadrant.  He learned about the illustrious careers of the previous USS
Enterprises, notably that under the command of a James Kirk, and its
vital role in forging an alliance with the Klingon Empire.  He requested
the computer to give him a brief review of the history of the
Enterprise-D, in order to become accustomed to what the crew had
experienced.  Coming close to the present day, he heard a chime at the
door, and announced, "It's open."

     Waiting for the door to open, and seeing it remain shut, he
repeated, "I said its open."  Hearing the chime sound afgain, he angrily
got up from the desk, went to the door, and opened it, only to see
Commander Data standing there.  "Jesus, I said it was open, what were
you waiting for?" he angrily asked.

     "But, Lieutenant, the door was not open.  I was waiting for your
permission to enter," he replied sincerely.

     Laughing, Kevin said, "I'm sorry, sir.  When I said its open, I
meant that you could come in.  I should have been more precise." Kevin
motioned Data into the room.

     "Ah," replied the android, "That must be an old Earth expression.
You must excuse me, but I am not quite accustomed to Terram idioms."  He
walked over to a chair, and sat down and said, "Geordi and I have set
aside some time to show you the Engineering spaces and any other parts
of the ship that you would interest you."

     "Great," replied Kevin.  "Let's go then.  I just finished up
studying about the history that I missed.  It said in the computer that
you're the only one of your kind left.  That must be difficult."

     As they walked out of the room, and the door whooshed shut, Data
replied, "Yes it is.  If I were human I would probably be upset about
it, but as you probably know, I do not have emotions."

     "Must make it easier," replied Kevin sullenly.

                             ************

VSV Ambassador Sarek

     "Captain, I am disturbed by something about our guests," said the
Science Officer.

     "What is it, Maltok?" replied Ju'nal.  "They have explained that
the records were to have been destroyed in the event of failure.  By our
methods it is an illogical action, but Terrans of the time were not
known to be logical."

     "Something about their story does not seem to agree, sir.  I have
done some more research, but have found nothing," he answered.

     "Maltok, these people are our guests, and we will treat them thus.
This suspicious nature is not like you," replied the captain.  "I want
you to cease this most *illogical* course of action.  Besides, we will
be at Deep Space Nine in a matter of hours, and we have much preparing
to do prior to entering the Gamma Quadtant."

                             **********

USS Enterprise

     "... and that's basically how the Enterprise moves through space at
speeds faster than light," finished Geordi.  "Any questions, Lt.
Howard?"

     "Yeah, exactly when did I enter the Twilight Zone?" which brought a
laugh from Geordi and Kevin, but not from Data, who looked at them
curiously.  "I'm sure that Geordi will explain it to you later, Data;
and please, call me Kevin."

     "Well, That's about all that there is in Engineering that you'd
find interesting.  What else would you like to know, Kevin?" asked
Geordi.

     "What do you do for fun here?  I've noticed that there is alot of
room here, but I haven't seen any recreation facilities."

     "Each computer screen has access to the full library computer,
which has the sum uf acquired knowledge in it," replied Data.  "That
includes any form of visual entertainment, which can be accessed."

     Suddenly, Geordi smiled, "Wait a minute, Data!  No one's shown him
the holodeck yet.  We're supposed to do one of our myteries later today
when I get off duty.  Maybe we could have Kevin join us."

     "Holodeck?  Mystery?" asked Kevin.

     "The holodeck is a place where matter is taken from the...," began
Data.

     "Maybe you could tell him later, in less detail," interrupted
Geordi.  "Basically, Kevin, its a place where you can do almosty
anything you'd want to.  Also, occasionally Data and I go in and do a
Sherlock Holmes program.  I think you'll like it."

     "Sherlock Holmes?  I love that stuff.  I'd love to go," replied
Kevin.

     "Excuse me gentlemen," said a young Engineering officer.  "Here's
the data you wanted on the matter-antimatter conversion tests."

     "Kevin, this is one of my finest Engineers, Ensign Eileen Hessan.
See you guys at 1900."

     "We've met already," replied Kevin, blushing,  remembering his
encounter in the turbolift with Barbara.  "See you then, Geordi.  Nice
to see you again, Eileen."

     As Data and Kevin left Engineering, Geordi looked at Eileen
dubiously, "What was that all about?"

     "You should really get out of here once in a while.  You miss out
on all of the good ship's gossip," she replied with a smile.  "I
overheard you talking about going to the holodeck.  I love Holmes too,
and if you don't mind, I'd love to join you."

     "Not at all, Eileen.  Meet me at 1830 in costumes so we can get you
outfitted."

     "Could we go a little earilier?  I'd like you get a personal tour
of 19th century London first," she said.

     "Okay, 1730 in costumes it is.  In the meantime, lets try to boost
the engine efficiency while thare's little else to do," added Geordi,
handing back the data padd.

                             **********

VSV Ambassador Sarek

     "We're about to dock at Deep Space Nine, Pete.  What else could you
dig up?" asked Mc Clure eagerly.

     "Like I said before, there's not much I could access without
setting off a dozen alarms," started Abbott.  "I did get a partial
biography of the senior staff of the Station.  Here's all I got."

     On the screen, several pictures appeared with personal data
scrolling past them.  Peter continued, "To start off, it looks like we
might have a chance with the Commander.  He's a man named Benjamin
Sisko.  Recently became a widower, one son, teenager.  Supposedly has
considerable influence in the affairs of the planet they orbit, Bajor.
Also, is a commanding presence against a race known as the Cardassians,
who incidentally used to own the station and had annexed the planet, but
recently gave it up.  He could provide some very useful information both
to us and to any potential clients."

     "Well, Sasha, looks like you'll have something to do once we
disembark," said Mc Clure,  "Jackson and I will stake the place out.
Peter, try to get into the system there.  Think you'll have any better
luck?"

     "Well," he began, "Supposedly the place is known to have constant
problems with its computer systems.  I think I can do something..."

     Before he could finish, Ju'nal entered the room.  "We have just
docked at Deep Space Nine.  I have explained to the authorities about
your unique circumstances, and they have arranged to produce
identification for you there."  He escorted them from their chambers to
the airlock.  As they were about to leave the ship, he added, "Some
people may mistake our lack of emotions as being cold and uncaring.
Please, take some credits to help you get started with your lives,
courtesy of the Vulcan Science Academy."

     "My colleagues and I thank you again for your courtesy," said Mc
Clure, and added with a smile, "for delivering us to a place with
endless oportunities."

     "Live long and prosper, Col. Briggs," replied Ju'nal, thinking to
himself how illogigal humans were.

                             **********

USS Enterprise

     Kevin walked down the passageway feeling slightly awkward.  He had
been having more of the strange visions, that he assumed were memories
of Selar's.  In the latest one, he pictured himself as a young girl,
apparently Selar, being bonded to a young Vulcan boy.  Even though the
people were speaking what he assumed to be Vulcan, he understood every
word.  The nearest that he could figure, was that through the bonding,
they were engaged, and that their hearts would become as one.  The
vision abruptly ended there, when he realized that it wasn't one of his
own.  The assurances from Beverly that it was a normal side effect did
little to calm him.

     Tenatively, he pressed the chime on the door, and hearing a reply
from within, entered.  "Welcome, Kevin.  Please, have a seat," she said
pleasantly, showing him to a chair.  "What can I do for you?"

     "I thought that you were supposed to know," he said with a nervous
laugh.  "I guess you'll want me to tell you about my mother."

     "Only if you want to.  This is your time.  I am here to try to help
you to cope with your feelings of displacement," she replied.  "Why
don't you just tell me what you have been doing over the last couple
days."

     Blushing a little, Kevin said, "Well, um.  Mostly I've been trying
to catch up on the last 250 years or so.  I've had some members of the
crew tutoring me about the 24th century."

     "So I've heard," she replied.  "Tell me, Kevin, why do I sense
guilt from you?  There is nothing wrong with a healthy intimate
relationship.  Under many occasions of high stress and disorientation it
can be quite helpful."  When she saw a look of concern on his face, she
added, "Kevin, this is a small ship, and rumors travel quickly.  As I've
said, there's nothing to be embarrased about with your relationship with
Lt. Robinson."

     "Wow, you like to get right to the heart of things, don't you?" he
exclaimed.  "I haven't been with a woman is quite a while, with jail and
all.  Plus, a few months before my trial my fiancee was killed is an
accident, and I feel like I'm being unfaithful to her memory."

     Thinking for a while, Deanna said, "Now Kevin, I'm sure that she
would want you to get on with your life.  I can sense that you loved her
very much, and feelings that strong don't disappear overnight."

     "I know all of that, Counselor.  It doesn't make it any easier,
though.  Also, I've been trying to get to know my "niece" Dr. Crusher,
since she's the only link to my past that I have.  Did you know, that
apparently I'm the reason that she joined Starfleet?  That's quite a
responsibility to carry around."

     "I didn't know that," answered Deanna.  Be careful, she said to
herself.  He's confused enough as it is without opening up *that* can of
worms too.  "Well, you should be proud that you set such an example for
her.  She has become one of the finest officers that I know, and one of
my closest friends."

     He hesitated slightly, then started, "As if that wasn't enough, I
seem to be having some very strange memories, that are apparently from
my mind-meld with Dr. Selar.  It seems like I know her intimately, and
that is a little disturbing.  I know that Beverly says that it's a
normal side effect, but still..."

     "Yes, Beverly has mentioned that to me.  Perhaps you should talk to
Selar about this.  It is often good to confront feelings like this.  It
may help you to deal with these strange feelings that you are not
completely in control of," she said thoughtfully.

     "I was thinking of doing that, Counselor.  I think that this talk
has helped me quite a bit.  I'm going to meet with Data and Geordi in
the holodeck later.  Maybe that will help me to get my mind off my
problems."

     "I think that it will.  And please, call me Deanna," she said with
a smile.  "I think that we should meet again soon."

     "I agree, and thank you," he said as he stood up to leave.  This is
going to be tougher than I thought, she said to herself with a slight
frown.

End of Part 5 - To be Continued

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the authors of the Star Trek Chronology, ST:TNG Technical Manual, and
the Star Trek Encyclopedia for the information helping to make my story
accurate.

A Blast From the Past - Part 6
    Copyright 1995 by Kurt Phoel ([e-mail])

USS Enterprise

     Eileen showed up in costumes at 1730, and shortly thereafter Geordi
appeared, already in his Dr. Watson outfit.  "Ready to go?" he asked.

    "Sure," she replied.  "What should I wear?" She picked an outfit off
the racks that looked more fit to be a bathing suit, than a 19th century
dress.  "How about this?"

     Somewhat at a loss for words, he replied, "Um, not exactly what I
had in mind.  Try something a little more aristocratic."  He picked a
dress that had a high neck and a long hem.  "Something like this.  Here
is the story line we had set up, and here's the character you're to
play," he said as he handed her a padd with the character information on
it.

     "Looks interesting, now be a gentleman, and let a lady get changed
in private," she said with a smile.

     "I'll be outside waiting, when you're ready," he replied, as he
left the dressing room.  Shortly she came out of the room, in the gown.
"Wow!" he exclaimed, "That's not exactly how I pictured the Countess to
look, but I'm pleasantly surprised."

     "Thank you, Doctor.  If you would escort me to the holodeck..." she
started.

     "My pleasure, madam," he replied.

                             **********

     Sitting on the couch in the living room of 221B Baker Street, he
heard the landlady announce a visitor, "I told m'lady that Mr. Holmes
isn't in, but she insisted on coming up.  I'm sorry, Doctor."  A young
woman pushed her way past the landlady and into the room.

     "That's quite all right.  Please sit down, and tell me why you need
the services of Sherlock Holmes," said Geordi.

     "Dr. Watson, I presume?" she started.  "I am the Countess Elizabeth
St. John, and I fear that my husband, the  Count has been kidnapped.  I
must confess that I am not here to see Mr. Holmes, but instead I seek
your assistance, Doctor."

     A little surprised at the strange turn of events, he improvised, "I
must tell you that although the detective abilities of my friend greatly
surpass mine, I will try to assist you as best I can until he arrives,
Countess."

     Walking towards him on the couch, she sat down next to him and
said, "I think that your abilities will do just fine."  She leaned over
him and kissed him firmly on the lips.

     A bit surprised, Geordi was about to protest, but realized that he
was starting to return the feelings he had once labeled as a crush on
Eileen's part.  He placed his arms around her and pulled her on top of
him, returning the kiss.

                             **********

     Kevin and Data were walking down the corridor, talking about the
operation of the holodeck.  "That's incredible, Data.  Its amazing how
much technology is derived from the enhanced transporters."

     "Yes it is.  Some might consider me a piece of technology, so I am
sensitive to its advancements.  Ah, here is the costumes department,"
he announced, showing Kevin in.  "This outfit should fit the part you
 are to play in the program," he added, taking an old style suit off the
 rack.

     Starting to put on the suit, Kevin said, "I see that you already
have your costume.  You must do this often."

     "Geordi and I do go to the holodeck often enough that we have our
own costumes already, yes.  We are not, however, able to go as often as
we would like," replied the android.

     "Thanks for showing me my way around a little before Geordi gets
there, by the way," Kevin said, finishing with the suit.  "I'd like to
check out what this holodeck can do."

     "It is my pleasure, Kevin.  We should be on our way," said Data, as
they walked down the hallway towards the holodeck.

     "This is so exciting.  I've never been to London, much less in the
19th century.  Well, let's go," said Kevin, reaching up to press the
button to open the door.

   Noticing that the holodeck was already activated, Data started to
tell Kevin, but it was too late.  His hand hit the button, and the door
opened.

     Seeing Geordi and Eileen engaged in a very intimate kiss, brought a
strange look from Data, and an exclamation from Kevin.  "Whoops," he
said, embarrassed.

                             **********

Deep Space Nine

     After leaving the *Ambassador Sarek*, they were met at the airlock,
by who their records told them was Odo, the station's Constable.
"Welcome to Deep Space Nine," he said gruffly.  "The Vulcans have
informed us of your unique situation, and although it is highly unusual,
we are in the process of issuing you new identification.  I will find
you when it is ready."

     He started to walk away, but Mc Clure said, "Excuse me Constable.
Could you direct us to Quark's?"

     "I would not suggest going there.  There are many other more
*reputable* establishments on our Promenade," he replied.

     "Well, we had done some reading on the place and became interested
in a game called Dabo.  We were told that Quark's is the only place on
the Station offering that," Mc Clure said with a smile.

     "Humph," exclaimed the Constable.  "Suit yourself.  Follow me."

     Walking along the Promenade, the four humans marveled at the number
of different species that were shopping, talking, or just loitering in
the area.  They came upon a brightly lit establishment with the name
"Quark's" written in neon over the door.  "This is it," said Odo.
"Don't forget that you've been warned," he added loud enough so that the
proprietor could hear him.

     As they sat at the bar, the owner, Quark came over to them and
said, "Pay no attention to him.  He's just jealous of my popularity.
That can I get for you gentlemen," and running his eyes over the
decidedly seductive outfit on Sasha, added, "and lady."

     "The name's Briggs.  Col. Mike Briggs," said Mc Clure.  "Me and my
friends have been through quite a bit lately.  We'd like some cold
drinks."

     The Ferengi's eyes gleamed, "Certainly, Colonel.  Say, I've heard
about you.  The 22nd century people rescued by the Vulcans.  First round
is on the house.  Rom, get my friends here four Gamzian wines."

     "But, brother, on the house..." started the other Ferengi.

     Swatting him on the ear, Quark replied, "Just do it.  Try to
remember who owns the bar."  As the other walked away, the owner shouted
after him, "And don't water it down!", and to his customers, "You just
can't get good help these days."

     After the drinks arrived, the four of them looked about the bar
taking in the sights.  When his drink was half empty, Mc Clure motioned
Quark over, "Say.  Me and my gang here are looking for *employment* and
were told that this was the place to come for it."

     "Why sir, I assure you that my establishment is on the level and I
have no idea what you are..." he started.

     Reaching over the bar, Smith grabbed him by the front of the shirt.
"Listen, Quark, I'd hate to have you make my friend get angry," said Mc
Clure.  "He hates it when people are evasive.  What can you tell us?"

     "All right.  All right," stammered the Ferengi.  "Put me down
before you attract attention.  I hope that you understand that I cannot
go around recommending people to my clients that I know nothing about.
I'll need something to go on."

     "Okay, honey," said Sasha.  "For reasons which will become obvious
later, the names given were aliases.  Here are our real names."  She
slid a data padd across the bar to him, and stroked his ear, saying, "Do
a little research.  I hope that this is proof enough.  We'll check back
later."  The four of them stood up and left the bar, giving him a look
of warning as they started down the Promenade.

                             **********

USS Enterprise

     Counselor Troi was in her office going over some crew reports, and
desperately hoping for a distraction, when the chime went off.
Breathing a sigh of relief, she announced, "Come in."

     The door opened and Dr. Crusher came in.  "I hope that I'm not
interrupting anything, Deanna"

     "Only crew reports," she replied.  "I could use the break.  What
can I do for you?"

     The doctor sat down in the couch across from her and said, "I need
to talk to you about something."

     "Its about Kevin, isn't it," Deanna said.  Seeing Beverly's look of
confusion. she added, "It doesn't require a Betazoid to see what's going
on, Beverly.  All I had to do was listen to ship's gossip, and see your
agitation when you entered."

     A little uncomfortably, Beverly started, "Deanna, we've been
friends for a long time, and I think that we know each other pretty
well..."  Deanna nodded to tell her to continue.  "I'm so confused.  Its
just that it has been such a long time since I've felt this way about
someone, and when I do it turns out to be my "uncle"."

     "Beverly, the confusion is understandable.  As a doctor, you know
that in some species, a relationship between relatives in considered
normal, even preferable..."

     "But not in humans, Deanna," she finished.  "Also as a doctor I
know that given the dilution of the blood lines over seven generations,
that there is no genetic risk, but..."

     Taking a moment of silence, inwardly debating her next move, Deanna
shifted uncomfortably in her seat.  Finally she said, "There is more to
it than that.  He told me about how you joined Starfleet because of him.
Why don't you tell me about that."

     "Well," she began, "since I was a little girl in Copernicus City on
Luna, my grandparents would tell us fairy tales about life back on
Earth. My favorite was about a handsome prince who was wrongly accused
of killing his father and was imprisoned for it, and was separated from
the beautiful princess who loved him.  Well, to make a long story short,
in the end they all lived happily ever after.  Finally they told me that
the story was based in part about one of our ancestors, only the ending
wasn't entirely happy.  I did meticulous research into this, and found
out all of the records about him that I could.  When I found out that
Kevin had eventually become one of the heroes of his time, I got this
image in my mind of me as that princess following in the steps of her
beloved.  Every generation of Howards has had at least one doctor in it,
and I had already decided to make that my life's work.  When I found out
that I could join Starfleet Medical, I jumped at the chance to make my
two dreams converge into one.  And here I am, several years later,
meeting that handsome prince, only I'm not exactly a princess anymore."

     "Beverly, I think you're being too hard on youself," she said with
a laugh, then added seriously, "I had no idea of all that was involved,.
I wish that you had told me sooner," replied Deanna finally.  "That
really is a beautiful story.  This makes your discomfort clearer.  You
had this fantasy about your prince for so long, and now that you are
faced with the reality of it, you are unsure as to what to do."

     "That's it exactly Deanna," said Beverly with a sigh.  "What am I
supposed to do?"

     "Normally, I would say that now that you have been given a chance
to fulfill your fantasy, which most people can only do in a holodeck, to
jump at it," she said.  Pausing thoughtfully, she continued, "However, I
must caution you to be careful.  He is very confused and vulnerable now,
and he views you as the only connection to his past that he has left,
and will try to grasp on to that.  He must move forward, though."

     "You certainly don't make this any easier, Deanna.  He apparently
only has eyes for Lt. Robinson though," she added sullenly.

     "Actually, Beverly, there is another factor at work here.  Besides
viewing you as a link to his former life, your idolization of him has
had almost a Pygmalion effect on him.  He has in effect "created" you as
you are today, and to him, that is a very intimate emotion.  As I have
said, you should be very careful.  Good luck, Beverly."

     "Thanks Deanna.  I'll need it," she said with a smile as she left.

End of Part 6 - To be Continued...

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A Blast From the Past (PG) - Part 7
    Copyright 1995 Kurt Phoel ([e-mail])

USS Enterprise

     The intercom in Kevin's quarters beeped, and a voice came over the
comm system, "Picard to Lt. Howard."

     Tapping the badge as he was shown, he replied, "Howard here, sir.
What can I do for you?"

     "Would you please report to my Ready Room?  I would like to talk to
you about some matters," said the captain.

     "On my way, sir," answered Kevin.  I wonder what he wants, he
thought to himself.

                             **********

Deep Space Nine

     Odo was looking at his security console, and had an expression on
his face that he thought would mimic the humanoid look of exasperation,
but didn't quite come across right.  He was having no more luck than the
Vulcans in discovering more about the strangers from the 22nd century.
He supposed that it was possible that the story was indeed true, and
that all records of it were destroyed, but it seemed unlikely.  He had
found no records whatsoever on the four humans in the UFP military
database on the station.  He had sent a message to the Starfleet
archives on Luna, and was waiting for the response.

     He was slightly disappointed in them that they had been drawn to
Quark's, and the fact that his search was not going well, added to his
unease.  As was usual, he was keeping a close eye on the Ferengi, but
lately, Quark had been surprisingly cautious, even for a Ferengi.  The
door to the security office opened up an Major Kira walked in, and sat
on the edge of his desk.

     "That's an interesting expression, Odo.  If I didn't know you
better, I'd guess that you were frustrated.  Try adding some more
wrinkles to your brow, like this," she said, mimicking an expression of
exasperation.  "I'd assume that if it's anything, its about Quark.  He's
the only one that I know of that can get you so upset."

     "I am not upset, Major, but it is Quark.  He's being too cautious.
Plus, those new visitors have me at a loss.  I can't get any information
on them," he said gruffly.

     "If it were anyone but Quark, I'd say you're being paranoid," she
said with a little laugh,  "Given the situation, I think that your
unease is warranted.  I'll talk to Commander Sisko if you'd like to see
if he can pull some strings at Starfleet."

     "Thank you, Major.  I would appreciate that."

     Suddenly, the intercom sounded, "Major Kira, Odo, please report to
my office for a senior staff meeting."

     "On our way, Commander," replied Kira, wondering what the problem
was.

                             **********

USS Enterprise

    As Kevin stepped off the turbolift on the Bridge, Worf said to him,
"The captain and Commander Riker are waiting for you in the Ready Room."

     "Uh, thanks Mr. Worf," replied Kevin, still a little shaken at the
sight of the Klingon.  He walked down the ramp in the direction Worf
pointed to him and pressed the intercom.  At the captain's reply, he
entered the room.

     "Welcome, Lt. Howard.  Please have a seat.  Will and I would like
to talk and get to know you better," said Picard with a smile, showing
him to a seat.  "Would you like something to drink?  Tea perhaps?"

     "Yes please sir," he replied, and shaking Riker's hand, "Nice to
see you again under more normal circumstances, sir."

     "Once again, Kevin, welcome to the Enterprise," said Riker,
returning the handshake.

     As the captain placed a cup of tea in front of Kevin, they all took
a seat.  Taking a sip, he said, "Hmm, what type is this, Captain?  Its
pretty good."

     "Earl Grey.  A personal favorite of mine," the captain replied,
taking a sip.  "How are you enjoying your stay on the Enterprise so
far?"

     "Fine thank you.  I'm slowly but surely getting accustomed to my
new surroundings," said Kevin with a smile.  "This tea really is good.
I've always been a Pekoe tea man myself.  Boring, but I like it."

     Laughing, Riker said, "I know.  My personal drink of choice is dark
coffee.  We will be arriving at DS9 in a few days, Kevin, and then you
can choose what you want to do."

       Thinking a while, he said, "Wow, that's soon.  I still don't know
what I want to do yet, though.  I was hoping to stay here for a little
while still, while I get my bearings.  Eventually, I would like to try
to join the Starfleet Corps of Engineers, since that is all that I
really can do well.  I think that getting back into my work will be just
what I need."

     "Well, Kevin, you're more than welcome to stay here on the
Enterprise as long as you like.  You seem to be somewhat of a celebrity
on board, from what I hear," said Jean-Luc.

     "Well, I guess that all depends on who you ask," he said, laughing.

     The intercom beeped, and Worf said, "Priority message from Admiral
Nechayev, and she said to have Lt. Howard present for part of it too.
Would you like me to send it to your Ready Room, sir?"

     "Go ahead Mr. Worf," replied the captain, straightening his
uniform, and pressing the button on his viewer, turning it so that all
three of them could see it.  "Good afternoon, Admiral," he said
formally.

     "Jean-Luc, Will.  Good morning.  I see that Mr. Howard is already
there," said the Admiral.  "On behalf of Starfleet Command, I would like
to welcome you to the 24th century.  I hate to be abrupt with such a
distinguished visitor, but have you decided what you would like to do
with your current life, Mr. Howard?"

     "Thank you ma'am," he replied, and informed her of his decision.
Suddenly, in the middle of his explanation he felt faint, and almost
fell, if he weren't caught by Riker.  He mumbled his thanks.

     "Are you all right Kevin?" asked Picard with concern.

     "I...I guess so.  This must be a side effect from the mind meld.  I
had better talk with Selar right away."

     "Dr. Crusher has told me about that.  I had a similar experience
with a mind meld recently.  If there are any problems, feel free to talk
to me about them," said Picard.

     "Thank you, Captain," replied Kevin, and finished with his story.

       With a worried look on her face Admiral Nechayev said, "If you
are sure you're fine...  Given the circumstances and your record, I'm
sure that we can do something.  If you will excuse me, I need to speak
with the Captain and First Officer in private.  You had better take care
of yourself, Lieutenant.  That is an order."

     "Yes, ma'am," he said, and left the room, still a little unsteady.

    "Ma'am?" she said with a smile, "I find that much more refreshing
than the normal 'sir' that I receive.  What a charming young man,"
replied the Admiral, smiling, "Back to business, Jean-Luc.  I will be
arriving at Deep Space Nine in a week from the *Crazy Horse*."  Seeing
the look of confusion of the the officers, she let them wonder for a few
moments, then continued, "My presence is required on Bajor in a week and
a half.  Gowron has decided that the Klingon Empire wants to open formal
relations with Bajor, and will be personally officiating the ceremony.
You will also need to be present, Captain.  As his Arbiter of
Succession, it will neatly make a connection between the Klingons,
Bajorans and us.  Besides," she added with a smile, "Your crew could use
some shore leave on DS9 and Bajor.  I know how busy you have been
lately, and how monotonous the past few missions have been."

     "Thank you, Admiral.  I look forward to seeing you again.  I am
sure that the crew will be thankful," replied Picard.

     "Well they deserve it, Jean-Luc.  Nechayev out," and the screen
disappeared.

     "This certainly is interesting, Captain," said Riker.  "I have
wanted to get back to DS9 and call in my bets at Quark's for a while."
With a smile, he added, "It seems that even the Admiral has been added
to the young Lieutenant's fan club."

     "She does seen to be quite taken with him," replied Picard with a
smile.  "It looks like we'll have some preparing to do before we get to
the station."

                             **********

Deep Space Nine

     As the last of the senior officers entered Commander Sisko's
office, he addressed them, "Admiral Nechayev wanted all of us to be
present for an important announcement that should be coming in any
minute."  As the computer beeped at the incoming message, he pressed the
receive button, and the Admiral's image appeared on the screen.  She
looked strangely distant, which surprised them all.  "Good afternoon,
Admiral," said Sisko.

     "Good afternoon, Commander.  I see that you have your staff present
too.  Good," she started.  "I have just spoken with the Enterprise, and
they will be staying a while longer than first expected.  You will also
be receiving a special visitor soon."  Once again, she let them wonder
for a while as to the reason, then continued what she had told Picard
and Riker, adding, "And Benjamin, they are going to want you there also.
What was that that they call you?  Ah, yes; the Emissary.  Major - as
the Bajoran Liaison Officer, your presence will be required also."

     Kira let out a groan.  She hated diplomatic ceremonies.  They were
a waste of time, and she was no diplomat!  She was a fighter.  However,
unfortunately, duty called.

    Jadzia leaned over and, smiling, whispered to her, "Now you'll have
an excuse to see Bareil again," gaining Dax a glower from Kira and a jab
in the ribs.

     Admiral Nechayev added, "Gowron will be arriving at DS9 for a
diplomatic tour and will arrive in a week.  I expect that the station
will be ready by his arrival.  Nechayev out."

     Commander Sisko said, "Odo, Major, you know what to do to get ready
for the visit.  Chief, make sure that the place is in working order.  I
know that it will be a chore, but let's try to make the best of it.  Any
questions?"

     "Commander, isn't there some way that I can get out of this..."
started Kira.

     "Now, Major.  You know how important your presence is.  Besides,
having open relations with the Klingons would definitely be positive for
Bajor," replied Sisko.

     "Besides," added Dr. Bashir with a smile, "It will be an excellent
chance to meet with some Klingons other than the ones that frequent
Quark's"

     The staff left the office, talking among themselves, with the
exception of Dax.  "What is it now, Benjamin?  Is it about Picard?" she
asked.

     "You know that it is, Old Man.  I had wanted to keep my contact
with him as short as possible.  Even though I've come to terms with his
involvement with the Borg, I'm still uncomfortable around him," he said.

     "Benjamin," she started, pacing her hand on his shoulder, "I know
that it's difficult.  Just try to grin and bear it."  She smiled at him
as she left the office.

     Picking up the baseball off the desk and tossing it in the air, he
tried to get himself ready for his meeting with Picard again.

                             **********

USS Enterprise

     Kevin entered the turbolift, and considered his latest set of
memories courtesy of Selar.  This one was apparently her graduation from
Starfleet Medical.  Curiously she was not proud, per se, at graduating
at the top of her class, but pleased.  Tapping his comm badge, he said,
"Computer, location of Dr. Selar."

     The pleasant voice replied, "Dr. Selar is in the Arboretum."
Telling the computer to take him to that deck, he got ready to hopefully
end the strange problems that had been plaguing him.  As the door
opened, he started towards the Arboretum.

    Halfway to the door, he felt dizzy again, and managed to steady
himself before any of the crew members would be alarmed.  He made it to
the door, and pressed the entry panel.  He say Selar sitting on the
grass, with her face in her hands, apparently crying.

     As he walked into the room to help her, he felt a wave of emotions
hit him like a fist.  There was sadness, anger, lust, and other emotions
which had no definable name for them.  Groaning, and falling to his
knees, he grasped his head, trying to control the flood of emotions.

     Hearing him enter, and fall to the ground, Selar turned to him, and
looked him in the eyes, and placed her hands on his head.  Suddenly all
of the foreign emotions were gone from him except for extreme lust for
the Vulcan.  He didn't hear what she said, but felt her ripping at his
clothes, and her own.  She kissed him savagely and he returned it,
feeling her emotions and his own mirror and grow off each other.  He
found that he was lost in the emotions.

                             **********

     Beverly was still concerned about Dr. Selar's condition and decided
to do some more research.  She went to a computer console and said,
"Computer, describe any anomalies in Dr. Selar's reprted behavior."

     "Dr. Selar has not used the replicator system on the ship in the
last four days," came the reply, and added,   "She has not left her
quarters until an hour ago.".

     Curious, thought Beverly.  That's the same time that she performed
the mind-meld with Kevin.  "Computer, bring up Dr. Selar's medical file
and correlate with the Vulcan medical database for the symptoms
described in my medical report on her," she said.

     After a few minutes, the computer showed its findings on the
screen.  Seeing the response, Beverly said out loud, "Oh, God, I've got
to warn Kevin, and Selar.  Computer, locate Dr. Selar and Kevin Howard."

     "Dr. Selar and Kevin Howard are both in the Arboretum," came the
reply.  Before the computer even finished its report, Beverly was out
the door in a sprint with the medical kit in her hands..

                             **********

     Running down the corridor towards the turbolift, she nearly
collided with Barbara Robinson.  "Excuse me, Doctor.  Is something
wrong?"

     Out of breath, Beverly replied, "Yes.  I have to warn Kevin and
Selar.  Computer, take me to the Arboretum."

     Getting in barely before the doors shut, Barbara said with concern,
"What's the problem?"

    "Have you ever heard of the *ponn farr*?  I'll explain on the way.
Here we are," she explained as the door opened.  "Follow me," she
ordered as she ran down the hallway.

                             **********

     As the door to the Arboretum opened, Lt. Robinson and Dr. Crusher
gasped in surprise at what they saw.  Kevin and Dr. Selar were kissing
in each other's arms after what was obviously a very physical lovemaking
session.

     "You bastard!" screamed Barbara at him.  "How could you do this to
me?!"  She turned and ran off down the hallway.

     "Wait, Lieutenant!  You don't understand!  He couldn't help it!"
yelled Beverly after her, but she was already gone.

End of Part 7 - To be Continued...


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Disclaimer:  Yeah, this story is a blatant ripoff from Paramount and
Gene Roddenberry's creations, but I'm not the first and won't be the
last.  I am trying to keep to the true spirit of the characters, though,
so that's my excuse.

A Blast From the Past (PG) - Part 8
    Copyright 1995 by Kurt Phoel ([e-mail])

Deep Space Nine

     Mc Clure and Smith entered Quark's and motioned the proprietor over
to them.  "Well, what do you think of your newest customers?" asked Mc
Clure with a grin.

     "You'll have to excuse my prior treatment of you.  I had no idea of
your *unique* abilities.  I think that I may have some people that I can
put you in contact with," whispered the Ferengi, motioning them to the
back of the bar.  "You will understand if I ask for a ..."

     Mc Clure interrupted him, "Yes, yes, we will be providing you with
some proof of our abilities shortly.  What would you say to having
unlimited access to the station's computers?"  Seeing Quark's eyes light
up, he added, "We will provide you with the access codes.  Don't ask
where we got them.  Don't even think about it.  Then put us in contact
with out employers.  Understand?"

     "Of course, of course," he replied.  "Where is the lovely Miss
Town..."

     Smith grabbed him, and growled to him, "Don't mention our names,
even in private.  Use our aliases.  Don't worry about her.  She can take
care of herself."  He placed Quark back down, and he left with Mc Clure.

     The risk is starting to outweigh the latinum, Quark thought to
himself.

                             **********

USS Enterprise

     Barbara stormed down the hallway, still enraged at Kevin for
sleeping with Selar.  Unfortunately, she did not know that the situation
had been out of his control, and was intent on hurting him as much as
she'd been hurt.

     "Computer," she said, tapping her comm badge, "Location of
Commander Riker."

     "Commander Riker is in his quarters," replied the computer.

     "Deck 9," she told the turbolift, feeling it zip her towards the
First Officer's quarters.

                             **********

     Will Riker was relaxing in his quarters, looking over the script
for Dr. Crusher's latest play.  He couldn't seem to get into character.
He was concerned about their arrival at DS9, since he knew about the
Captain's problems with Commander Sisko.  Knowing that they needed to
work closely together for Gowron's visit, and fearing that they wouldn't
be able to put their differences entirely aside worried him.

     Hearing the intercom buzz, he placed the padd with the script on it
down, and walked to the door.  When it opened, he was surprised to see
Lt. Robinson standing there.  "Lieutenant, can I help you?" he asked.

     "Yes, sir.  This isn't about business," she started.  "I have been
considering that offer you made to me a few weeks ago, sir."

     "What offer?" he asked.  "Oh yeah," he added after a moment,
laughing.  "That offer.  But I thought that you and Kevin..."

     "That didn't work out as I had hoped, so under further
consideration I decided to take you up on your offer," she replied with
a smile.

     "I'm not so sure about this, Barb," he started.  "I don't want to
get you on the rebound from Kevin.  He seems like a nice enough guy.
What happened?"

     She quickly covered the look of anger that came across her face.
"I'd rather not talk about it.  Believe me Commander, I'm a big girl,
and can take care of myself.  You don't have to worry about me."

     "If you're sure...," he started, and motioned her into his
quarters.

                             **********

     Sitting on a bed in sickbay, Kevin looked sadly at Beverly as he
tried to explain what had happened.  Selar had dismissed Bev's
ministrations and went to her quarters without any further words.

     "My timing was a bit off, Kevin," she started.  "I was on my may to
warn the both of you.  It still doesn't make any sense to me, but Selar
went through the Vulcan mating ritual of *ponn farr* where they shed all
of their emotional bonds and are focused entirely on mating."

     "So I found out," replied Kevin with a weak smile.  "I still don't
know why I was having that strange emotional bond with her.   I thought
you said that it would pass with time."

     "It should have.  Hold on - let me check something..." she said as
she ran the tricorder back and forth across his head.  "This is
interesting," she started as she checked the readout, "Your brain waves
are different than when I ran my initial scan on you.  You are
displaying peaks in the areas of the brain associated with telepathy in
Betazoids and Vulcans."

     "How is that possible?" asked Kevin, concerned.

     Thinking for a while, she finally said, "You must have been
latently telepathic, and your mind meld with Selar must have triggered
it.  The levels have subsided now, and appear to be almost back to
normal.  Apparently, the effect occurs only when in contact with another
telepath."

    "That still doesn't explain my feeling of being drawn to her, or her
to me," he stated.

     "It seems as though she was not bonded to anyone," she said,
looking at Selar's medical files, and added, "Which is unusual for
Vulcans, and the mind-meld, so close to the *ponn farr* along with your
own abilities brought out by it, must have created a pseudo bonding, and
thus the two of you were drawn to each other for one and only purpose -
to mate, which it appears you have.  It would seem that your life will
get back to normal now that it is over."

     "Except for Barbara.  It doesn't seem like she would understand,"
he said sullenly.

     "Don't worry, Kevin," she said giving him a hug, "I still care - no
matter what happens."

                             **********

Deep Space Nine

     Commander Sisko was walking along the Promenade after finishing
with the day's work, when he bumped into a beautiful woman.  "Excuse me,
ma'am.  I should have been watching where I was going," he said with a
slight smile.

     "Oh my," came the reply, "I am so sorry.  It was me who should have
been watching where I was going.  My name is Sarah.  Sarah Jenkins.  I
just arrived recently."

     "Pleased to meet you.  Benjamin Sisko.  Commander of this station,"
he said.  "Where have I heard that name?  Oh yes.  From the Vulcan ship
and the 22nd century.  On behalf of the Federation and DS9, welcome."

     "Why thank you.  I didn't know that we'd be such celebrities.  You
know, a southern girl like me would love to have a tour of this
magnificent station if you have the time."

     Suddenly Major Kira appeared.  "Commander, I forgot to mention
something to you in the meeting earlier."  Seeing the young woman, she
added, "Excuse me.  I can come back later."

     "Don't worry, Major," he said.  "I'd like to introduce you to Sarah
Jenkins.  One of our esteemed visitors from the 22nd century.  Sarah,
Major Kira Nerys, my first officer."

     A little startled, Kira said, "Well, actually, this is one of the
reasons that I needed to talk to you.  Odo has been having trouble
finding any records about Miss Jenkins and her friends from Starfleet
and wanted to know if you could pull some stings there."

     Sarah interrupted, "I'm sure that everything is as Colonel Briggs
said, Major.  All of the records should have been destroyed.  I can't
imagine why there should be a problem with that.  Maybe you're just
looking in the wrong places." Neither of them noticed as she tapped the
comm badge on her dress.

     "I mean that there is *no* information there; no birth
certificates, death certificates, military records of any kind..."

     "I will talk to Odo and Starfleet later, Major.  I'm sure that
there's nothing to worry about," explained Sisko.

     "I'm sure you're right Commander.  Thank you.  Nice to meet you,
Miss Jenkins," said Kira as she turned and walked away.

     "Nice to meet you too, Major," she replied.  "Now what about that
tour?"

     "Of course.  Southern you said?  From where?  I grew up in New
Orleans," he started.

     "Well, what a coincidence.  So did I.  Of course that was about 200
years before you were born," she laughed, as they walked down the
Promenade arm in arm.

                             **********

     Smith and Mc Clure returned to the quarters that they were assigned
to.  "What does Sasha dear have for us so far, Pete," started Mc Clure.

     "Well, we've got two things.  First, she opened a channel so we can
hear what's going on like she was instructed, but it was too early for
action.  It seems like they're asking questions about us that are best
left unanswered."  Peter explained the problems that the security chief
was experiencing in his search.

     "We had better finish this off quick.  I'm sure that Sasha can keep
him busy for a while, as we get ready to leave," said Mc Clure.  "Ready
to put the plan into motion?  Sure it will work?"

     "Trust me," replied Peter, smiling.  "I'm sure this can't go wrong.
All we need is for our bait to bring the prey into the trap."

                             **********

USS Enterprise

     Still very confused about the occurrences of the past few hours,
Kevin decided that he should wait to talk to Barbara and let her calm
down.  He definitely needed to talk to Selar.  He went to her door and
hesitantly pressed the intercom.  The door opened, to reveal Selar in
her uniform, apparently as if nothing happened.

     "Can I come in?" started Kevin.  "I think that we need to talk."

     "Certainly.  You may enter.  However, there is no reason for us to
talk.  I am certain that Dr. Crusher explained the circumstances to
you," replied Selar seriously.

     Starting to get angry Kevin said, "Well maybe you can just shrug
that off by hiding behind that emotionless exterior, but I can't.  What
happened was unlike any experience that I've ever had, and those were
some of the most intense emotions that I have ever experienced.  I can't
just ignore them."

     "I am sorry, Kevin," she said.  Hearing her use his name seemed
strange considering her apparent detachment from the entire situation.
"To me it was simply a physical need.  I wish that it were otherwise,
but I had no control over myself, other than the need to mate, and now
that that is complete, I have returned to my normal state."

     "If that's the way it's gonna be, then I should leave," said Kevin,
turning.  "You Vulcans can apparently ignore what happened, but humans
have trouble being so indifferent to such things."

     "Wait," she said, placing a hand on his shoulder.  "It is not that
we forget about it.  We hold such things very dear to us.  You see, I
was once bonded to a man on Vulcan, but he died several years ago.  I
know that you sensed these memories from me, as I sensed your memories
about your fiancee.  The mind-meld is a very intimate linking as you
have seen.  I did not suspect that the results would effect us both in
such an unusual way.   I expected that with the passing of the one I was
bonded to, the *plak-tow*, or blood fever would not occur."

     "Selar," he started to reply, "I had no idea.  I am sorry - about
getting angry and about your loss."

    "Being sorry about my loss is not logical," she stated.  "There is
nothing that you could do about it."

     "Not logical.  Yeah, whatever.  I'd better go now," he replied
sullenly.

     "As you wish.  And Kevin, live long and prosper," she said placing
her hand in the Vulcan form of farewell against his.

    Instinctively, from the mind-meld, he replied, "Peace and long life,
Selar."

                             **********

     After his talk with Selar, he felt much better about things.  Now,
he thought to himself, maybe I can do some damage control with Barbara.
Pressing his comm badge, he said, "Computer, locate Lt. Robinson."

     "Lt. Robinson is in Cmdr. Riker's quarters," came the reply.

     "What the hell?" he said out loud.  "Computer, show me the way to
Cmdr. Riker's quarters."  He stormed off following the lights on the
bulkheads.

                             **********

     Arriving at Riker's quarters, he pressed the intercom, and
receiving no reply, pressed it again.  He waited several minutes, then
started to pound on the door.  "Barbara, I don't know what the hell is
going on, but we need to talk!" he shouted.

     He continued to hit the door, and was surprised when it opened.  He
saw a very angry Will Riker in a bathrobe.  "Lt. Howard.  What seems to
be the problem?  Apparently you are unaccustomed to the protocol on the
Enterprise."

     "I wanted to explain to Barb what happened, and I find her in here.
What do you expect me to think, Commander," he replied angrily.

     Riker turned around, and said, "Lt. Robinson, you have some
explaining to do."

     She walked over to the door, holding a sheet over her, and said, "I
have nothing to say to that bastard.  Apparently you didn't know,
Commander, but the Doctor and I caught him in bed with Selar.  I warned
you that I was jealous Kevin, and you decided to test that.  Now you've
lost me."

     "Maybe if you'd stayed around to hear Beverly's and my explanation
and given me the benefit of the doubt, instead of running off to jump
into Cmdr. Riker's bed, you would act differently.  I guess that the
24th century isn't as great as I thought it was," he said, as he stormed
off.

     Will just glared at Barbara.  She stammered, "If you'd only been
there...  I was so angry.  Will, I didn't want to use you.  Believe it
or not, my feelings for you are real.  Circumstances just made things
confusing."

     "I think that I need to be alone for a while," he said quietly.  "I
need to sort some things out."

End of Part 8 - To be Continued...

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Disclaimer: The same as the previous posts applies here about giving
credit where credit is due..Once again, please be patient.  I'm getting
these parts out as fast as I can.

A Blast From the Past - Part 9  (PG)
    Copyright 1995 by Kurt Phoel ([e-mail])

Deep Space Nine

     Ben Sisko and Sasha were walking down the Promenade, still arm in
arm.  "Well, that's about all that there is to the Promenade.  What else
would you like to see?" he asked.

     Thinking for a while, she said, "I heard that there is quite a nice
arboretum here.  Could we see that?"

     "Of course," he replied.  "Right this way."

                             **********

     "Bingo," exclaimed Peter to Smith and Mc Clure.  "Things are about
to get exciting."

                             **********

     Walking into the arboretum, they found that it was deserted except
for the many plants that were on display.  The lights were brighter than
the rest of the station in an attempt to recreate a sense of sunlight
for the plants.  Keiko O'Brien had set up the room and arranged for its
care prior to her departure to Bajor on the botanical expedition.

     "This is so beautiful, Benjamin," said Sasha, "I wish that moments
like this could last forever."  She reached up and placed her arms
around him and gave him a deep kiss.  Suddenly they smelled something
funny.  "What is that?" she asked, concerned, and started to cough.

     "That's the automatic insecticide that is sprayed to keep the
plants alive, but it shouldn't go off with people in the room," he
replied, walking to the door.  Expecting it to open, he almost ran into
it when it remained shut.  "Computer, open door," he said.

     "The door has a security lock on it and cannot be opened without
level 7 clearance," came the reply.

     "Benjamin, please hurry," pleaded Sasha, coughing.  "I'm feeling
really strange."

     "Damn," he replied, coughing more, and starting to feel
lightheaded, himself.  "I'll do what I can, Sarah.  Computer, security
override this door, authorization Sisko Alpha-three-six-two-delta."

    The door obediently opened, and Sisko and Sasha stumbled out of the
room, coughing.  He pressed his comm badge, and said, "Sisko to Bashir.
Meet me in the infirmary.  We have a problem."

                             **********

     "We're in business," said Peter, proudly holding up the data padd
with the security clearance on it.  "All we need is a little remix of
the vocals and we can see our friend."

     "Get on it," replied Mc Clure, smiling.

                             **********

USS Enterprise

     Kevin stormed down the corridor, furious at the turn of events.
Getting into a turbolift, he said, "Deck ten," and felt the car whisk
him down one level.  Leaving the lift, he almost ran into some crew
members entering it, and he mumbled an apology.

    He went to the front of the ship, and as the doors to Ten-Forward
opened, the sounds of people enjoying their free time came out.  "I
really need a drink," he mumbled to himself and walked up to the bar.

     A woman in robes with a strange hat walked up to him, and said,
"Hi.  I'm Guinan, your bartender.  What can I get you, kid?"

     "Well, hello, Guinan," he replied placing an unconvincing smile on
his face.  "Something strong.  And don't call me kid.  I'm old enough to
be your grandfather's grandfather."

     "I don't think so, kid," she said, smiling, and emphasizing the
last word.  "My grandfather said that he was at the signing of the Magna
Carta.  I would have believed him, but he didn't get to Earth until
Columbus discovered America."

     Looking at her, all he could do was blink for a few seconds, as she
reached under the bar and grabbed some green liquid.  "You're serious,
aren't you?" he asked.

     "Very much so, Kevin.  I am a listener.  I hear just about
everything that goes on around the ship, not just the gossip," she said,
smiling and pouring him a glass of the liquid.  "So, tell me your
problems."

     Taking a sip of the potent drink, he found that it was quite good,
and he felt that he could tell her anything, "Okay, but its a doozy.
What is this stuff by the way?"

     "Its green," she replied, smiling broadly and leaning on the bar to
hear his story.

                             **********

     Deanna and Worf were sitting at a table in the corner of the bar.
She had a large chocolate sundae in front of her which was half gone,
and he had a glass of prune juice.  Deanna had quit picking on him for
his strange choice of drinks long ago, but he seemed to like it.  "Well,
the ship seems to be full of excitement these days," said Deanna
offhand.  "And there seems to be an air of romance in the air, with
Geordi and Ensign Hessan, and Kevin Howard and Lt. Robinson."

     "I hadn't noticed," replied Worf with a slight growl.  As far as he
was concerned the personal affairs of the crew were none of his concern.
"Lt. Robinson has seemed to be in a better mood for the past few days,
but I was unsure as to the reason."

    Sighing, Deanna said, "Worf, you really should listen to at least
*some* of the ship's gossip.  Alot of juicy information gets passed that
way.  Not that as professionals we should listen to this, but it is
fun."

     Worf only grunted noncommittally, and said,  "Lt. Howard does seem
to be honorable.  The decision that he made so long ago to kill that
dishonorable individual cannot have been an easy one.  He knew what was
right, and he acted on it.  He has the heart of a warrior."

     "There he is at the bar, talking to Guinan," said Deanna.  "He
looks upset.  Maybe I should..."

     Worf stopped her from getting up, "I am sure that he will be fine,
Deanna.  Besides, Guinan has been known to be able to help many people
seeking advice."

     "I suppose you're right, Worf," she replied.  "Now where were we.
Oh yes.  I was about to get back to my sundae."

                             **********

Deep Space Nine

     Sisko and Sasha arrived in sickbay shortly before Dr. Bashir did.
Curiously he was in a sweat-suit carrying his racket, followed closely
by Chief O'Brien.  "Now Chief," he started, "The game has been
postponed, which means that it is not over yet."

     "But you gave up, Julian..." said O'Brien.

     "Medical emergency, Chief.  Sorry.  We will continue later.  What
happened, Commander," he said looking at his patients with concern.

     Sisko explained what had happened, then said, "Are we going to be
okay?  We got quite a lungful in there."

     Running the tricorder over the two of them, the doctor replied,
"You should be.  There  is no permanent damage.  Here," he said,
pressing the hypospray against each of them, "This should take care of
any side effects from the gas.  If there are any problems let me know.
And get some rest, Commander."

     "Yes, Doctor," he replied, escorting Sasha back to her room.

                             **********

     Walking back to his quarters from sickbay, Miles O'Brien was still
angry at himself for letting Julian come so close to beating him -
again.  Shaking his head with frustration, he noticed that the lights
were on as the door opened.  He could have sworn that he had left them
off when he left.  "Guess that the memory is the first thing to go," he
mumbled to himself.

     "Still talking to yourself, honey," he heard from behind him.
Spinning, he saw the smiling face of his wife.

     He ran over to her and gave her a big hug, lifting her off her
feet.  "Keiko!" he started, "What are you doing here?  You're supposed
to be on Bajor for another three months."

     "And I thought you'd be glad to see me," she said, showing mock
sadness, then added, "I took a little vacation.  The equipment broke
down, and there was nothing to do until it got repaired."

    Giving her a quick kiss, he asked, "Where's Molly?"

    "I dropped her off with Dax.  I decided to take her up on her
baby-sitting offer.  As for you..." she said, smiling.

     "Let me just catch a quick shower, then I'll be right with you," he
said, taking off his shirt.

     "Who said it had to be quick?" she asked lewdly, taking his hand
and leading him to the bedroom.

                             **********

     As the door opened, Sasha said, "Thank you for everything,
Benjamin.  I'll see you tomorrow?"

     "Of course, Sarah," he replied, giving her a quick kiss.

     As the doors shut, she heard a noise behind her and spun around in
surprise only to see Mc Clure standing there.  She walked over to him,
and hit him with a right hook in the jaw.  "What the hell was that for,"
he asked, holding his mouth.

     "Great plan, Calvin.  I could have been killed in there," she
replied angrily.

     "You knew the risks," he growled at her.  "Just be glad that you
got the codes.  Keep with him.  We may still get some information out of
him."

     "Yes, sir," she replied sarcastically, "Now get the hell out of
here.  I need some time to recover from my accident."

                             **********

USS Enterprise

     After finishing her duties, Beverly remembered that she had
promised to meet with Deanna and Worf in Ten-Forward, and headed
straight there.  As the doors opened, she walked right to their table
and sat down, ordering an Aldorian ale.  "Sorry I'm late.  I had some
interesting reports to file that took more time than I expected."

     "Don't worry, Beverly.  You didn't miss anything," replied Deanna.
Beverly saw the mostly empty ice cream plate in front of her friend and
gave her an exasperated look.  Deanna only shrugged, and laughed placing
another spoonful in her mouth.  Worf just looked at the two of them, and
shook his head in bewilderment, making the two women laugh even more.
After a little while, Deanna said, "Oh, Beverly, by the way, Kevin is
over at the bar talking to Guinan..."

     "Oh, excuse me," replied Bev, getting up with her drink.

     "What was that all about," asked Worf.

     "Oh, Worf..." replied Deanna, rolling her eyes at him.

                             **********

     Bev walked over from the table to the bar and sat down next to
Kevin.  As he noticed her, she asked, "How are you holding up, Kevin?"

     "Oh, h'llo, Bev'rly," he slurred.  "I've jussst b'n havin' the
mossst int'resting conv'rsation wit Ginan, here, and drinking thisss,"
he smiled, holding up an almost empty glass of green liquid.

     "Really?" she asked, concerned.  "Are you sure that this is the
best thing for you right now?"

     "Oh, sshure, Bev," he slurred, laughing.  "Want thome?  Its really
great."

     "Uh, no thanks," she replied smiling.  Suddenly she saw Will Riker
enter the room, and she noticed that Kevin tensed visibly.

     Will walked over to the bar and stood next to Kevin.  "Kevin..." he
started.  "I think that we need to talk."

     Standing up, Kevin replied with surprising clearness, "I have
nothing to say to you."  He turned around and started to go, but Riker
placed a hand on his shoulder.

     "I really think..." he began, but Kevin spun around and slapped
Riker's hand away.

     "I said that I have nothing to say to you," growled Kevin.  He felt
Beverly place a hand on his shoulder.

     "Will, he's been drinking.  I'll take care of him," she said
guiding Kevin away.

     The commotion had drawn a crowd, and Deanna came over and whispered
to Bev, "What do you think you're doing?"

     Ignoring her, Beverly took Kevin and ushered him from the room, and
heard Guinan say, "Sit down, Commander.  What seems to be the problem?"

                             **********

     The walk from Ten-Forward was a quiet one.  Beverly had no idea
what had caused the reaction towards Commander Riker and was determined
to find out.  She brought Kevin beck to her quarters and sat him on the
couch next to her.  "What was that all about, Kevin?" she asked.

     He was quiet for a long time, then finally exclaimed sadly, "God,
Bev; my whole life has fallen apart."  He couldn't control his emotions
any more and the tears started to come as the whole episode with Barb
and Riker came spilling out.

     Seeing this, Bev took him in her arms and held him close to her,
allowing him to let it all come out, all the while stroking his head and
saying that everything would be all right.  Finally, when he was done,
he said, "Bev, you've been the only one who was there for me throughout
it all.  I don't know how to thank you."

     She just smiled at him, and took his head in her hands and kissed
him.  It started out chaste, and then got more passionate.  She was a
little surprised at his reciprocating the kiss.  She pulled him down on
top of her and ran her hands all over him.

     Suddenly, he pushed himself off of her, and said, "Jesus, Bev.
What are we doing?  I'm... I'm sorry.  This is just too strange."  He
turned and made a beeline for the door.

     "Damn," she said.  She was upset.  She wasn't sure if it was at him
or at herself for trying to take advantage of the situation as she did.
She decided that it was at herself.  Her emotions were clouding her
judgment - something she told herself she would never let happen.

                             **********

Deep Space Nine

     After the bar had closed, Quark had sent his brother away early.
Something told him that he was going to expect visitors that night.
When he heard footsteps behind him, he was glad that he was alone.

     "You wanted proof, well here it is," said Mc Clure, tossing a padd
at the Ferengi.  "Just tell it what you want to access, and it will do
the rest."

     Quark looked at the padd skeptically, but went over to the terminal
behind the bar, and signed on using Rom's access codes.  That would keep
Odo out of his ears in case it failed.  Instructing it to access the
security files on himself and delete them, he started the computer
program.  To his surprise, he heard Commander Sisko's voice make the
request.

     He turned and looked at Mc Clure and gave him a questioning look,
to which Mc Clure motioned him back to the computer.  The security files
scrolled across the screen, and suddenly disappeared, only to be
replaced with a message saying that the files were deleted.

     "Mr. Mc Clure, have I got a job for you!" he said, walking to the
door of the bar, and quietly closing it.  He walked to the back of the
bar and pressed the transmitter that his clients had left with him on
one of their subsequent visits.  Suddenly in the corner Mc Clure and the
Ferengi saw two robed figures materialize.

     "Ladies," started Quark, "I have the perfect man for you.  He has
quite an impressive resume.  May I introduce Calvin Mc Clure."

     "Hmmmm," said the first.  "He doesn't look like much, but I can see
his potential."

     "Now sister," said the second, "I find him somewhat attractive."
The last drew a smile from Mc Clure, but barely managed to cover his
look of surprise when they lowered the hoods of their cloaks.

    "As I was saying," said Quark, "Mr. Mc Clure, may I introduce Lursa
and B'Etor, the Duras sisters."

     "I think that this is going to work out just fine," said Mc Clure
with a smile.

End of Part 9 - To be Continued...