Unwanted Future

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It was a slow day on Enterprise and the whole ship seemed to exude vibes of relaxation and contentment, things had been quiet for close to two weeks now, that alone should have tipped them off that something strange was brewing, but alas it didn't…

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The ship was approaching a strange looking nebula, which had peaked their innate curiosity by giving off the most bizarre readings, when, in the middle of one of T'Pol's numerous scans of the phenomenon a strange pulse of light flooded the bridge, seeming to scan Ensigns Mayweather and Seto, as wells as the increasingly shocked and alarmed armoury officer Lt. Reed and the visiting chief engineer Commander Tucker.

Almost as soon as it had started the pulse of light disappeared, and in another bizarre flash of light five figures were deposited on the now tension filled bridge…

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In the next moment alarms filled the air as Lt. Reed called for a security team whilst simultaneously grabbing and aiming a phaser menacingly at the five unknown people.

However bizarrely four of these uninvited guests appeared to be human, whilst the last, with her pointed ears and dour expression, was clearly Vulcan, so just where had these people come from? And what exactly were the bizarre black uniforms with strips of vibrant red, yellow and blue, which four of the five were wearing? What exactly was happening here?

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True to form Captain Archer reacted with calmness and assurance to the bizarre situation in front of him, carefully taking stock of the people in front of him, and assessing what threat they posed to his ship.

Surprisingly the captain discovered that no only were the uniformed people in front of him unarmed, they also seemed more than a little surprised to find themselves on his bridge, in fact they seemed positively stunned to be there, and most surprising of all was their youth, not even the Vulcan girl seemed to be any older than twenty.

They were also an odd group and seemed to have no prior acquaintance with one another, if their rigid postures and suspicious glances at each other were any indication.

Calmly Jonathan surveyed the group listing what he saw, a pretty, wide eyed black girl, her hair long and braided tied in a ponytail at the base of her skull, wearing a uniform with a red stripe, and one pip, an ensign perhaps? She looked terrified and was gnawing her lip nervously looking towards the others with her for support.

There was also standing behind the girl, a young innocent looking oriental man, with short black hair and puppy dog eyes, wearing a yellow stripe on his uniform and a nervous slightly embarrassed expression on his face, hardly a threatening looking soldier for an invasion force, and like four of the others he seemed to be human.

Next the captain saw another young man, this one with tanned skin and sandy blond hair with familiar blue eyes, he was also wearing a yellow stripe on his uniform, and had positioned himself at the front of the group, seeming to protect the others, a determined, though increasingly alarmed expression on his young face. It was interesting, the captain noticed, that the young man's expression seemed to be growing more and more alarmed as he surveyed the Enterprise's bridge with something akin to …recognition? Archer shook his head at the thought, how on earth was that possible, the crew of Enterprise were the only humans in deep space, he must have been mistaken in his assessment.

Positioned in the centre of the group was the delicately beautiful Vulcan girl, she was wearing the same uniform as three of the humans, only hers had a blue stripe, she had very long black hair, unusual for a Vulcan, which was plaited and fell down her back to her waist, with frighteningly human looking blue eyes, again not normal for a Vulcan, her expression however, showed with no doubt that she was however a Vulcan, it betrayed nothing of whatever emotion she was feeling, though her strange eyes showed some brief glimpse of… fear?

The one who Archer was most interested in however was the girl positioned to the side of the group. She was also clearly human and very beautiful, but she clearly wasn't a part of the group. She was leaning against a wall with a practised nonchalance, a bored expression on her strikingly beautiful face, watching the situation in a detatched manner studying everyone and everything in a way which showed that she viewed them as a possible threat, and was the only one clearly armed, twirling one gun with her right hand, with several other nasty looking phaser like weapons holstered on a chunky leather belt, wrapped around a short black leather skirt. She was wearing knee high leather boots and a low cut, black, tank top, with an oversized black suede jacket toping off her ensemble. Her whole posture screamed attitude, from the scar, tracing a line down the side of her face from forehead to chin, half hidden by her long curly reddish brown hair to her, familiar, fierce blue grey eyes which were so intense that Archer had trouble holding her stare.

This girl was also the one that Lt. Reed viewed as a threat, his phaser being levelled directly at her, though she seemed to find it not the least bit intimidating. The rest of the group appeared not to notice her and she made no move towards them, however despite her arrogant, unyielding stance, she was quite possibly the youngest person in the room…

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His first analysis of their uninvited guests complete Captain Archer felt the time was right for introductions, and explanations… "I'm Captain Jonathan Archer of the Starfleet starship Enterprise…", he began carefully, trying not to frighten his young guests.

"Sorry for interruptin' Cap'n but we know who you are", interrupted the sandy blond haired young man at the front of the group, in a thick southern accent.

"You do?" stated Archer somewhat sceptically, how on earth did these people know about him?

"I doubt there's anyone who doesn't." muttered the young oriental man at the back of the group, looking down at the floor as though it were something very interesting and starting to nervously chew on his lip, successfully puzzling the entire bridge crew as to his meaning.

"What do you mean?" asked Hoshi anxiously, her natural curiosity seeming to finally overpower her earlier fear at the strange situation.

"Perhaps I should explain," announced the previously silent Vulcan girl, "it would appear that we have travelled more than 200 years into the past, for what reason I have yet to ascertain…"

"You don't seriously expect us to believe that cock an' bull story…." Interrupted Trip heatedly, to which the Vulcan girl's only reply was to raise an eyebrow in seeming amusement.

"As insane as it sounds it's the truth", stated the sandy haired boy as calmly as he could manage, "Though put a little more bluntly than I would have said it…" he muttered, shooting the unapologetic Vulcan girl an exasperated look. Then pre empting the Captain's next question he calmly stated, "And no, we have no idea how we got here.", looking around to see the nods of agreement from his uniformed compatriots, and still not noticing the other, thus far silent girl, who was, at present, occupied in a staring contest with the ship's armoury officer.

"That seems unlikely," stated T'Pol coolly, raising an eyebrow in annoyance at her fellow Vulcan, "The Vulcan science directory has found time travel to be impossible."

"Feels pretty possible from where I'm standing." Snapped back the sandy haired boy in irritation, running a hand though his messy hair, and shooting T'Pol a look of disgust, earning himself a brief smile from Trip.

"The Vulcan Science Directory was mistaken in this instance." Stated the other Vulcan calmly, "Time travel is indeed possible, though infinitely improbable in most instances."

Before an argument could begin between the two Vulcans the Captain interrupted again, "But that still doesn't explain…"

"No, it doesn't" said the boy in resignation, "The fact is we're here, no matter how impossible it seems."

"Well do you at least have names?" asked Archer, impatient to get at least some information out of these strange people.

"You see I think that's where this gets interestin'…" began the blond boy, shooting a worried glance at Trip.

"Yes" encouraged Archer anxiously awaiting more information.

"I guess we better introduce ourselves then" he muttered distractedly seemingly quite distressed with the situation, though realising that he had to tell them the truth, whether he liked it or not.

"Ensign Charles Tucker, Starfleet Registration number #####-#######-### (insert a number), current assignment, engineer, Federation Starship Enterprise NCC 1701-D." he stated, to the silent disbelief of the entire bridge crew, "But y'all are welcome to call me Chase." He said, grinning disarmingly.

"You actually expect us to believe you!!" yelled Trip seemingly in shock about what he had just heard.

"Not now Trip!" shouted Jonathan irritably, wanting to hear what the others would say, and therefore willing to suspend his disbelief for the time being, he shot his friend a quieting look, and then turned expectantly to the Vulcan girl, beckoning her to speak.

"Ensign T'Prin, Starfleet registration number #####-#######-### (insert a number), current assignment, science officer, Deep Space 7." Stated the Vulcan calmly, before turning, and passing the spotlight to the young black girl.

"A Vulcan in the fleet, now I've heard everythin'!" muttered Trip under his breath as the other girl began to talk.

"Ensign Angela Mayweather, Starfleet registration number #####-#######-### (insert a number), helm officer, Federation Starship, Athena NCC 1549." She stated nervously, looking determinedly anywhere but at Travis's slack jawed expression, or subsequent disbelieving glare.

The young oriental boy was then nudged by 'Chase' and began to talk as well, in a nervous quiet voice, "Ensign Harry Kim, Starfleet registration number #####-#######-### (insert a number), awaiting orders on Federation Space Station Deep Space 9."

Chase seemingly prepared to talk again, opening his mouth, but was interrupted by the girl off to the side of his group, who he had yet to notice.

"Don't I get an introduction?" she drawled in a soft British accent, moving her eyes from Lt. Reed and sauntering up to stand next to a shocked looking Chase, whilst the rest of the group mysteriously began to back away…

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The look in Chase's eyes as he gazed at the calm, unruffled girl in front of him was indescribable, it was pure unadulterated hate, disgust, and something else…

"Ava Reed" he spat out the name disgustedly, looking at her as though she were something that he had stepped in, and completely forgetting where he was for a second, he missed the startled and disbelieving looks the bridge crew were giving them, and the look of shock, horror and finally disbelief on Malcom's face, though Ava didn't, her sharp blue grey eyes took in every detail.

"I see the Academy is still telling stories about me." She stated, amusement glittering in her cold eyes, "I'm touched." She stated, in a voice positively dripping with sarcasm, as she began to circle Chase, viewing him as a predator would view prey.

"Yeah, I was warned about you." Stated Chase with false bravada, glowering at the girl in front of him, looking at her with disgust he stated with vehmence, "Maquis scum!"

"Guilty as charged." She said, smiling sardonically at the increasingly nervous ensign in front of her, and twirling her gun in a threatening manner, "Now would someone care to explain to me what the fuck is going on?" she questioned angrily, glaring around at the stunned bridge crew for answers.

"You mean you don't know?" questioned Chase disgustedly clearly believing that she was the cause of all their problems.

"Of course I don't know!" snapped Ava angrily, "The Maquis has more important things to do than kidnap, and transport through time a bunch of green Ensigns with the combined IQ of candy floss, what exactly would we have to gain from a stunt like this?" she finished angrily, glaring at the bigoted idiot in front of her.

"Look I don't know what is going on here, or what you two have against each other but, I want some proof as to your claims, and until I get it I think it might be safer for all of us if you stayed in the brig." Stated Archer, as calmly as he could manage, gesturing towards the newly arrived security officers, and showing that he clearly did not believe their crazy story in the slightest.

"Listen Cap'n I know how this sounds but you gotta believe us, why would we lie about somethin' like this?" Chase said, trying to appeal to the Captain's reason.

"Maybe to gain access to Enterprise's technology..." began Trip angrily.

"Oh please!" interrupted Ava with a derisive snort, "I've seen Ferengi garbage scours with better warp engines, and as for any other technology I doubt there is a single thing of value on this entire bucket of bolts!" she finished, curbing the urge to laugh hysterically at the ridiculous suggestion and ignoring Trip's expression change to one of furious indignation, clearly about to launch into a full scale tirade about the merits of Enterprise's engines, that is before Chase interrupted.

"We're not lying!" he shouted, throwing his hands into the air in exasperation, "How can I prove that to you?" he finished more quietly, throwing a pleading look at Archer.

"I think I know how," began Harry quietly, "Its just a theory but," he paused taking a deep breath, and looking up bravely to face his audience, "Does anyone else find it odd that all of us who were transported here, to this ship, this time, also have an ancestor on board?", he finished quietly allowing what he had said to sink in.

"So you think that by taking DNA tests you can prove your claims?" questioned Archer quietly, trying not to frighten the boy.

"Yes sir." He agreed quietly, catching the Captain's eye, and for a moment reminding him painfully of Hoshi, no need to ask who his ancestor was….

Hey, this is the beginning of a plot bunny I've had for ages so please review and tell me what you think!

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