Lost Past; A Star Trek Story

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Q

    Beverly burst into Captain Picard’s office.

    “Doctor!” He jumped.

    “I am sorry.” She was visibly shaken. “I have to talk to you and the rest of the senior staff.”

    “What about?”

    “I am not going crazy.” She paced. “I am not.”

    “Doctor.”

    “Jean-Luc, I am scared. I haven’t been this scared in a long time.”

    All the senior staff was assembled in the ready-room.

    “Okay, Dr. Crusher, we are all here.” Captain Picard broke the silence.

    Beverly stood up. “I asked Captain Picard to call everyone here. The last three nights in a row Q has woke me up standing at the foot of my bed. He was wearing a white robe and he was glowing. He never says a word. He just watches me with his eyes. It is spooky and it is scaring me.”

    Guinan stepped out of the shadows. “I have seen him as well.” She put her hand on Data’s shoulder as she walked past him.

    “I knew Q had something to do with this.” Commander Riker scoffed.

    “Have you ever looked at his face?” Guinan asked Beverly.

    “No, not really.”

    “Q is a mischievous being. We all know that he likes to play games. Mess with people’s minds. He looks sad to me. Almost depressed. That isn’t the face of a prankster.”

    “I have been so shaken by his presents to notice his face.” Beverly confessed.

  Worf shook his head. “I have seen him as well.” 

    “Mr. Worf?” The Captain asked.

    “When a warrior sees visions it is an omen. They always have a meaning. For me, he is pointing out the window.”

    “Into space.” Data was looking out the window of the ready-room. “What is out there? What are we supposed to find?”

    Captain Picard tapped his communicator. “Admiral Westerfield, join me in my ready-room.”

    The Admiral walked in to see all the senior staff and some lady waiting on him. 

    “Admiral, my crew are experiencing strange events that are interfering with their duties. Where are we going?”

    “That is classified.” Westerfield puffed out his chest.

    “As ships counselor, I think it is in the best interest of the crew if we stopped and evaluated our current situation. If these events get worse we need to go back.” Counselor Troi voiced. 

    “That is impossible, we cannot turn back. I will take command of this vessel if I have too.” Westerfield shouted.

    Wil glared at him.

    “Why am I not supposed to know the process behind deploying a Goodwill Ambassador? Why am I not supposed to know a Goodwill Ambassador? Why does it infuriate you so to think I do?” Data asked.

    “I don’t know what you are referring to?” Westerfield raised his chin with pride.

    Deanna was in shock.

    Data got up. He closed his eyes, taking a deep breath. He fell backwards failing to catch himself with his chair, landing in the floor. He raised his head, opening his eyes. They were red; a shade of red that could only be described as the flames of hell red. If you looked at them too long, they might burn you. He got up walking slowly toward Westerfield.

    Westerfield began to roll his chair backwards. “Picard, control your officer.” He said with a shaky voice.

    “This officer took a personal interest in this mission when it began to make him ill.” Data growled. “You had better pray to whatever god you pray to that this is a rescue mission.” He continued to growl. He was acting like an animal defending itself.

    Guinan stepped between Data and Westerfield.

    “Guinan,” he stared at her. His voice became calm. He closed his eyes; because his head was spinning from all these wild thoughts. He tried to focus instead fell. This time Q caught him. He helped Data to his chair.

    “Data.” Q had taken a special interest in Data after he saved Q’s life.

    “Q”, he moaned. “You are scaring everyone.”

    Q looked around. “My deepest apologies.” He bowed.

    Data sank into his chair. Q wouldn’t let him fall in the floor again. There was pain on Data’s android face. His breathing was haggard. When he opened his eyes again, they were still red. 

    “Beta,” he hissed. “Leak.”

    “I do not!” Deanna took offence to the comment. She thought for a moment. “What do you mean Beta leak?”

    Data took a leap through the air lunging at Westerfield. Q caught him in midair, wrestling him to the floor.

    An Egyptian figure appeared out of nowhere. He was dressed in a white tunic. He hurled Q through the air like he was a ragdoll. Q  hit the wall with bone crushing force. “You were warned,” his voice was deep and harsh.

    “I am doing nothing wrong.” Q whimpered. 

    This stranger looked around the room. He pointed at Beverly, “really.”

    Q shrugged his shoulders then disappeared.

    He picked Data up, putting him back in his chair.

    After several minutes of struggling to breathe, Data came around. “Osiris?”

    The figure disappeared.

    “Westerfield I want answers.” Jean-Luc jumped to his feet, confronting his old friend.

    “I believe we all need to move to the bridge.” Data was looking out the window.

    “Why?” Jean-Luc snapped.

    “What is that?” Worf questioned.

    Everyone turned to look out the window.

   “To your stations,” Picard roared.