Beamed into Star Trek

Chapter 1: Beamed aboard the Enterprise

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.

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.