I was sitting down in the wooden rocking chair when suddenly, out of no where, came a bright light to the left. My attention went straight up to see a circular white ball. Then suddenly the scenery changed before my eyes. A unusual melody drew my attention away from the ball to what is in front of me.
I froze putting my feet down on the glass like floor.
There stood Captain Picard along beside a guy with red hair hair wearing a black and orange uniform that had a gray shirt underneath.
"Who are you?" Captain Picard asked.
I stood up frankly scared!
It was a couple weeks ago that I stopped watching a marathon of Star Trek The Next Generation in exchange to watch a marathon of Monk. Adrian Monk, one of my favorite detectives.
"Hi..." I said. "I am...I am..." Come on, SPEAK GIRL! "Ivy."
"Ivy," Picard said. "How did you get stuck in a exchange transport beam?"
I look behind me to make sure the chair is still there.
I looked back toward Captain Picard.
"Um....Um...Um..." I said, as Picard raised a brow. "I don't know."
The next thing I knew was waking up somewhere else feeling my head aching.
"Oh, she is fine," I heard a woman's voice that reminds me of Doctor Crusher. "First time I met a girl faint after getting beamed."
I push myself up.
There indeed is Doctor Crusher talking to Captain Picard. I pinch my self and nothing happened. I wasn't asleep. I rub my eyes trying to make sure if this is some joke being played by my mind. The two share a nod then face my direction. I felt so awkward to be stared at by two fictional people that I wanted to scamper on out.
"Hello," I said, composing myself. "I am confused...What am I on?"
"You are on the Enterprise," Picard said.
I stare at the two in shock.
I was beamed aboard the Enterprise.
"Really?" I said.
"Yes," Picard said.
I gasp trying to figure how this could be possible.
"Don't plan on fainting, often," Doctor Crusher said. "You might get a severe concussion. Otherwise you are fine."
"I don't plan on fainting," I said. "It just...happened." I slide myself off the medical bay then land square on my face. I hop right up with a fake smile, that reasonably is convincing, to the two people. "I am okay!"
In sick bay came the guy named Worf.
"Holy cow," I said, gaping with a smile. "So alieny and cool at the same time!"
"Hm?" Worf said.
"Take Ivy to the spare Quarters," Picard said.
I zip right over to Worf's side.
"Woah," I said. "You are really tall."
"I am," Worf said.
Picard went out the door first and headed the other direction. Worf and I went right not left. I stared at his metal thing that started from his shoulder ending to his hip reminding me of the thing that Scottish people wore in some of the movies I had seen. His presence was more like a protector kind of figure. So it seemed logical for him to be a security related guy.
Worf came to a stop.
"This is where you'll stay," Worf said.
I walk toward the door.
The doors opened and I stepped back, at first scared.
"Oh, damn you doors," I said. "I will conquer fear of you!"
I went through the doors, this time, successfully into my quarters. The room is nicely decorated. There's even a couch, several tables with decorations, a completely cool rug, and some paintings. I look around the room in sheer curiosity. I came to one machine that had a label reading 'replicator'.
"Hmm..." I said. "Replicator; replicate chocolate milk."
In blue lines appeared a cup of chocolate milk.
"Oooh, yummy!" I said, gleefully picking up the cup.
I sipped down the contents of the cup.
Beep, beep, beep.
"Come in," I said.
In came the golden somewhat tinted Android guy. I froze right in place staring at him in shock. This is definitely the best and frightening day ever. I put down the empty cup on the counter keeping my cool.
"Where are you from?" Data asked.
"Oak Groove,Kentucky," I said. "Earth."
Data raised a brow.
"How old are you?" Data asked.
"Ten," I said. "Hi Data, you are so cool."
Data lowered a brow.
"How do you know my name?" Data asked.
"You won't believe me," I said, shyly.
"I will believe you," Data said.
I smile, quite widely.
"I am from a world where you are fictional," I said. "I come from the year 2006."
"This must be strange for you," Data said. "And frightening." I nodded. "I am sorry if I sound like I am interrogating you but I am curious about you and that rocking chair. It has been three hundred years since that kind of wood was made."
My eyes widened.
"Three hundred years..." I said.
"Yes," Data said. "In Earth years, it is 2371."
No wonder the uniforms are different.