For the next two years at the USS Enterprise, everything remained the same. Within a few weeks, everyone has stopped the rumors about Spock and I, we kept on going on missions together with the Crew, had some fun when it came to Spock's birthday, played a few pranks on him on that day. I had to admit, at first he was confused then he gave in.
I just don't know what I am going to say when I get back to my planet: Middle Earth. I do not know if anyone will recognize me or what they will say about me. They probably forgot all about me. I was taken from my home planet. They sent no one to go after me.
Sometimes at the Enterprise, I think of home, my planet. What they have done for me- nothing. Survival of the Fittest. That was how they worked. It was so many things; Orc attacking, drawves (I have to say, they are really cute!! I better not say that to my so-called "Father" (Thranduil), running through the woods, tracking down animals; they are many things I miss about home . . . Why should they care?! They do not care about me anymore. I am no one to them.
What has happened within my life within the last few years alone, it really changed me. I was kidnapped, taken to Earth, trained at Starfleet Academy, got into THE ship that everyone wants to work at, met new friends, met my boyfriend (even though it is illogical but it works), somehow I am living and not being one of those people being dead for I do not know for what reason. I am not a mystery to anyone (accept for other planets of course), I am alive.
My skills from my planet have really gotten to work on the USS Enterprise. I helped out my comrades in battle and had some fun along the way.
Everything turned out to be alright in the end.
I am still deciding on whether or not to either go back to Middle Earth, go to Vulcan with Spock *
* HIS PLANET DID NOT GET DESTORYED IN THIS
to meet his parents *
* HIS MOTHER DID NOT DIE IN THIS
or to go back to Earth.
Maybe I should talk to someone about this . . .
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Life at the USS Enterprise
FanfictionA Red Shirt: What comes to mind? Engineering and mostly the first ones to getting killed in Combat. That is not my case. Yes, I wear a Red Shirt but that does not mean that I work in Engineering. I am an Martial Artist, the ONLY one on the USS Enter...
