Q's gift

A story of a Trekkie going aboard the Enterprise thanks to Q. Started: 8.13.2015. Completed: 8.13.2015 at 8:09 PM. Fandom- Star Trek: The Next Generation Book 1 of 2.


5. Romulan


There is flashes of red light echoing through out the Enterprise. I step out of the room confused seeing people running down the hallway with weapons in their arms. What is Q up to?, I thought going down the hallway. I manage to get out of people's way until I came to the door of the holodeck.

Alexander came out appearing to be dead set on something.

"What is going on?" I ask.

"You didn't hear?" Alexander asks.

"No," I said, shaking my head.

"There is a Romulan attack," Alexander said. "You should go to the cafeteria for the safety zone."

Alexander went right past me.

Romulans attacking the Enterprise?

Why is that happening, like seriously, we are not in the nutural zone.

...Are we?

"Oh great," I said, looking up towards the ceiling. "Is that how you make a point? Obviously!"

I lower my head feeling irritated so I walk down the hall instead of turning back because I wanted to find something to do in order to help. Suddenly the halls went silent. I look around feeling frightened. Where did everyone go? Maybe the cafeteria! I frighteningly search for the cafeteria only to find it empty.

How strange.

I made my way to the transporter platform.

I enter the room.

No Miles O'Brien.

Wooosh the doors close behind me.

Three figures are beamed aboard and it turns out they are Romulans.

"Ah slag," I said, stepping back.

"A Klingon," The first Romulan said. "And it is alone."

The two Romulan's raise their guns up so I turn around and ran out. The red alert had seemingly been faded out for some strange reason. Where the hell is everyone? This is no fun, I thought skidding into the cafeteria. I hit the emergency button stepping back seeing the doors cooly shut along each other and lock.

Two Romulan's rushed past.

I sigh.

"Oh great," I said. "What did I get into now?"

I hear phasers being shot.

There is a stampede of feet.

I look through the window seeing two people; one being Alexander and the other being a boy with gills alongside his neck and a unusual ridge alongside his eyebrows making a perfect V mark. The boy with gills has fine green skin with different shades of green along his scaley skin. I never seen this boy's kind of alien race on Star Trek. Alexander looks towards my direction appearing to be at first shocked and then relieved.

Why get relieved at seeing someone you barely know?

I don't know.

I saw a laser blast strike at Alexander's arm.

"Oow!" Alexender yelps, covering his wound.

"Alexander!" The fish boy said,shooting after the Romulans.

I press the red button opening the door.

"Come on!" I shout.

"I am not hurt," Alexander protests.

"Yeah, you are hurt!" The fish boy said, leading him into the room.

The doors lock behind the two boys.

"Where is my father?" Alexander asks.

"I dunno," I said. "I have no idea what is going on."

"You're that Klingon Android," The fish boy said, stopping at a round table with Alexander.

"And you are that fish boy," I said, going over to the table counter thing. "Computer, get some disinfectant for wounds and a rag as well!"

"I am fine," Alexander protests, leaning his elbow on the table. Yet he winced and I knew he was in pain.

"...How do you know my name?" The fish boy asks.

"Guessitimate," I said. I went behind the bar and got the towel and disinfectant bottle. "You are going to have to bare with me, son of Worf."

"Hey,we don't call each other like that on Kronos," Alexander snaps back.

I smile.

"I am just having fun," I said. "When you have a family of your own; it'll likely be called The House of Alexander," I motioned Alexander to pull up his sleeve. "Do you want to be in pain for the rest of the day, Klingon/human thing?"

"Don't call me that," Alexander said.

"Then act like a person and roll up your sleeve," I said

"It hurts," Alexander complains.

"Then roll it up and lemme help you,damn it!" I said.

Reluctantly Alexander rolled up his sleeve through the pain. I dab some disinfectant on a spare towel then apply it to Alexander's elbow. The fish boy looks over to the doors frightened of the Romulans so I had to take a sigh and comfort the frightened boy! Who knew reassuring a alien boy was just as easy as comforting a human.

"They don't have kids, Fishy," I said.

"They don't have what?" The fish boy repeats.

I realize what I just said.

"They don't have keys, Fishy," I said. "To the Cafeteria."

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