Lost Past; A Star Trek Story

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Picard, Worf, Thor, and Freya returned to the interrogation room.

‘You said a half an hour,” The President roared.

Thor laughed, “I said that we would be back in half an hour. Maybe. Then I laughed and said, but what do you care, you aren’t going anyplace.”

“This is an outrage.”

Captain Dom, I do apologize. Your wait is unacceptable.” Thor redirected. 

“That is quite alright.”

“We came to the conclusion that your ships are made from iridium and platinum, correct?”

“Picard, are there any of these materials on board the Enterprise?”

“We took samples from the debris field. Standard procedure.” Picard answered. 

“So there should be,” he thought, “less than a pound of these materials aboard the Enterprise.” Thor asked. 

“Yes. I would see no need for Mr. La Forge or Mr. Data to collect even that much. At best a sample is a couple ounces.”

“Lenox.” A man appeared in the room; he bowed. “You and Mr. Worf go to the

Enterprise and search for iridium and platinum.”

Worf answered, “Captain, we did not collect from the field, it was too small.”

Picard thought for a moment. “Yes, this is true.”

“Picard,” Thor asked.

“I will allow the search.”

“Good. Go.” The two men disappeared. “Captain Dom, thank you.”

“Thank you sir.” He bowed, and then was gone.

“We will be back when the gentlemen return.” Thor roared with laughter. They went to check on Sher. Data and Beverly had just hooked up the 4th filter. Sher’s fever had gone down. Her forehead no longer needed wiped. “So the process Is working.”Thor asked

“Yes,” Beverly answered. The full filters here lying in the floor. “When the process is complete. I am going to take the filter back to the Enterprise to find out what they are and where they came from.”

“Very good, Doctor. I believe you have more than made up for your little dilemma earlier.”

“Thanks.” She looked confused.

“Data?” Thor asked. He didn’t answer right away. He was holding Sher’s hand, staring at the bed. “Data?” Thor walked over to him. When he touched Data, he jumped.

“What?”

“How are you doing?”

“Fine, I am fine.”

“What is she telling you?”

“Personal things. Very personal; things I didn’t know.”

“She is communicating with you?” Freya wanted to make sure.

“Yes, she is.”

“How is she?”

“Weak.” Data kissed the top of the hand he was holding, “The filtration system.” He stopped in what seemed like mid-thought. There was silence for a moment. Thor shivered. Lenox knocked on the doorframe.

“Report!” Picard ordered.

Mr. Worf spoke. “Sir, we found 5 pounds of platinum hidden in a closet in Admiral Westerfield’s quarters. It is covered with a green film. We also found a carrying container for a circular object. It was empty.”

“Circular object?” Data questioned. “The filter that was placed near the containment unit in Engineering.”

“That is a possibility.” Picard speculated out loud. 

“What is the green film?” Freya asked.

“A foreign organism to the Enterprise. It is multi-cellular in nature.”

“Westerfield’s quarters was the overflow point for the coolant.” Data was

thinking out loud again.

“Was it possible to tell it the platinum was

decontaminated before it was stored.”

“It was not.” Lenox reported.

“Okay, so he brought contaminated material into his quarters for storage. When the coolant spilled over, it did not get cold enough to freeze.”

“Maybe it was enough to activate them?” Dr. Crusher offered. “Worf said a film. Are they still growing?”

“No,” Worf answered.

“Sher was frozen. Perhaps long enough to start full growth? Beverly suggested.

“Perhaps.” Data agreed.

Everyone disappeared from the bedchamber to work out their thoughts. 

Lost Past; A Star Trek Story

Paramount Global owns the Star Trek franchise. This is a piece of fan fiction based on Star Trek the Next Generation.

Bingo

When they were in sickbay she spoke, “Data what is going on?”

“Something is killing Sher. I have to find out what it is and I hope you will help me.”

“What can I do?”

“Do you have any of her blood left?”

“Yes,” She walked over to a cooling unit and removed the rest of the sample.

“This is all I have left.”

“That should be enough. We need to analyze the new sample against the old.”

He poured samples into two petri dishes.

“What are we looking for?”

He did the same with the old sample, placing little black dots on the dishes to separate the samples. “Anything in the new samples that are not in the old.” They spent hours comparing the samples. To the point, Beverly was exhausted. 

She fell into a chair, “It would help if we knew what to look for.”

“There is something happening to her. Something is not allowing her to heal herself. It is preventing others from helping her as well.” Data let out a long sigh, “for the love of Pete.”

Beverly laughed, “who’s Pete?”

“I have no idea. It is just a saying I remember hearing.” He sat across from her.

“I cannot let her die.”

“Well, let’s keep trying.” Beverly got up. “We know that we can’t inject her with any outside agents.” The only difference between the two samples is that one has been refrigerated.”

“And one has been frozen.” Data added. 

“Contaminates get trapped in ice.”

“What are you getting at?”

“Thinking out loud.” He got up. “We have been using ordinary microscopes.

Lets do a spectra analyses.” Beverly turned all the light off in sickbay; they started exposing the samples to different light sources.

“Wow!” She gasped. “Look what ultraviolet light brings to life.” There were thousands of tiny little organisms swimming around in the new blood sample.

“I had a dog and his name was Bingo.”

“No, you have a cat and his name is Spot.” Beverly laughed.

“Let’s find out how to kill these bad boys.”

“That is almost impossible Data. We can rule out any type of drug.” 

Data’s communicator beeped, “Yes.”

Picard voice reported, “she is moaning filter, filter. Does that mean anything?”

“Yes, sir. It does.” He turned to Beverly, “dialysis. We need to set up a filtration system to clean those bad boys out of her blood stream.”

“I would have to do lots of research on dialysis. Medicine hasn’t used those

things in centuries.”

“We should not have to develop anything that complicated.”

“Data look, they are collecting in a group at the point where the ultraviolet is the strongest.”

“We can not expose her to such quantities of ultraviolet light. It will cook her.

However,” Data started to design an instrument to filter her blood. It was 25 feet of tubing. Every 5 feet, there was a 1-inch filter in the tube. A ring shall surround each filter with an ultraviolet light bulb in it.”

“How are we going to know when each filter is full?”

Data thought for a moment. “The organisms are attracted to the light; theoretically they should fill the filter from outside inward. If we plant a sensor in the middle of the filter, it can send readings to a tricorder telling us when it is full.”

“It might work.”

“We can start off with 25 feet of filters the with ability to change the filter if needed.”

“Let’s do it.” They worked far into the night constructing the filter. When they

were finished, they took the filter to Sher.

Under watchful eyes, they connected the filter, one needled in each arm.

“Awe,” she moaned. Freya was still dabbing her forehead with cool water. Blood started to flow through the filter. Data and Beverly watched over the filter with their tricorders. She stood ready with the extra filter if it was needed.

After 15 minutes, the first sensor was set off. “At this rate, this filter will last 1 hour and 25 minutes.”

“The average human has 5 liters of blood.” Beverly added.

Thor cleared his throat, “The average Turritopsian female has 8.”

“One filter has cleaned ½ a liter of blood. There are 5 filters in each tube. One tube will clean 2.5 liters of blood. We are going to need 3.2 or 4 complete tubes to do an efficient job.” Data calculated. Beverly left to get the other tubes. Upon her return Data was changing the first tube. Everyone except Q and Data had left. 

Beverly knelt on the oppesite side of the bed, soon falling asleep.