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Subject: Star Trek : TNG 1/2  M/F F/F Oral
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	Eighteen and Over okay, that's it, no little jokes or quippy 
remarks (quippy?), if you are under eighteen you can't read this, and if 
you do I am not responsible (I will disavow any knowledge blah blah blah 
yadi yadi yadi).

	Sorry about that, but you knew I had a temper when you married 
me.  Anyway, I received a couple of requests for a Star Trek : TNG 
story, following my two DS9 stories and thought I'd give it a go.  The 
actual story takes place within the last 30 seconds of the movie Star 
Trek : First Contact (Don't worry, by the end it will all make sense, to 
me at least) and deals with sexual experiances like lesbianism, oral sex 
and I'll pop an orgy in there somewhere - so if that's not your cup of 
tea go make a coffee.

	Complaints, criticism and compliments go to - dimitri@ihug.co.nz 
- as well as any requests for other stories I have done.  Enjoy!


			Complexities and Paradox's


	"Engage the temporal field Mr LaForge," said Captain Picard, 
gesturing forward with his arm.
	"Aye Captain, temporal field is opening."
	The Enterprise E shot forward from it's orbit around Earth, a 
rippling in the space around them began to form and then the ship 
disappeared, leaving behind Zefram Cochrane and the Vulcans to make 
history.

	Inside the temporal field, the Enterprise travelled smoothly, 
Data worked on the computers, his face was still damaged from his 
encounter with the Borg Queen and Picard couldn't help but stare at it.
	"Well Mr Data?"
	"As we suspected Captain, history is back on track, pollution is 
disappearing, war appears to be slowing, it has now stopped - sir we 
will soon be unable to track Earth's progress, we'll have to wait until 
we return to our own time to make sure that everything is as it should 
be."
	"Excellent Mr Data, Commander Riker, I was wondering if...."
	"Sir," Data interupted,"We are registering an anomaly."
	"What? Of what nature Data?"
	"It is a starcraft of unknown design, travelling through the 
time/space continuom, it appears to have performed a slingshot around 
the sun."
	"That sound's familiar," said Riker,"Somethings wrong."
	"Registering now," said Data,"It is a Klingon Bird Of Prey, but 
it's inhabitants are seven humans, one Vulcan and......."
	"And what Data?"
	"And.....two whales sir..."
	Riker slapped his palm against his forehead,"Of course, it's 
James Kirk, do you remember the trip through time he took to save Earth 
from the probe?"
	"Of course," said Picard,"Spock discovered that it was looking 
for humpback whales and they travelled back in time to find a pair."
	"Sir, if we maintain this course we will cross paths with Kirk's 
ship, that may cause a problem," said Data, a worried expression on his 
face.
	"What problem?"
	"Well, theoretically, in time travel, ships have no mass or 
velocity, and it should be possible for two ships to exist at the same 
place, but dual appearance of two ships at one location during one 
microsecond of time will cause a paradox."
	"Resulting in.......? don't keep us hanging Data?"
	"We will either cease to exist, blow up, merge with Kirk's ship, 
suffer temporal dislocation or come out fine."
	"How long till we cross paths Data?"
	"Three minutes and twenty eight seconds."
	"Can we change course at all?"
	"Theoretically, of course, we are travelling through time, and 
are therefore existing in a different second of a different year of a 
different decade of a different century with each second that passes, 
meaning that changing course may also be injurious to us."
	"Do it Data," said Picard,"It's a risk we have to take."
	Data tapped on the control panel at a steadily increasing rate, 
until his hands became a blur, the ship shuddered and actually groaned, 
something it had never done before.
	"Course has changed slightly sir, it's all I can do, we will 
however, brush against the Klingon ship."
	"We will be all right won't we," said Riker, sounding 
confident,"James Kirk never reported any temporal anomaly or 
dislocation."
	"No sir," said Data,"But the ships long range sensors were 
ineffective, most of the crew lost consciousness and there was an 
unforeseen power failure."
	"Great Data, just great," Riker turned to look at the 
viewscreen, it was blank, as it had been since they initiated the 
temporal field.  Then the ship actually tilted, and the crew members all 
fell forward.

	The Klingon ship sped into San Francisco harbour at an alarming 
rate.
	"Admiral, we've lost all power," cried Scotty through the 
communicator.
	"Damn," muttered Kirk, he turned to look at the crew,"Once we 
land, get out of the ship, I'll get the whales out."
	He ran of, followed by the marine biologist he had been forced 
to bring with him from the twentyth century.
	Curious, thought Spock, why had there been a power failure?


	"Everybody okay?" asked Riker, the crew repositioned themselves, 
everyone seemed all right.
	"All decks status report," said Picard, Data checked over 
reports coming through.
	"Some minor injuries, no casualties," the android said, although 
the fake skin on his head had been cauterized by the gas explosion in 
his fight with the Borg Queen, some more had peeled away in the tilt.
	"Data, you should have your head looked at, and replace that 
lost skin."
	"Aye sir," said Data,"We have emerged from the termporal field, 
Earth has returned to the history we knew before being caught in the 
Borg's wake.  I beleive it is safe for me to leave the bridge."
	Picard grinned as Data walked to the turbolift, the door opened 
and Beverly stepped out, Data was about to greet her when she stepped 
right through him, followed by another Data, with the skin back on his 
face!

	Beverly turned and looked at Data,"Well, you still up for it?"
	Data grinned,"Of course, but you realise what will happen if we 
get caught?"
	"Who cares," she said, Picard noticed that her speech was 
slurred, and that she was holding a bottle of something,  - Tequ - was 
all he could make out of the label, which was turned from him.
	"Tequila?" said Riker,"Where did she get a bottle of Tequila?"
	Deanna stood up and stood beside Riker,"I took a bottle with me, 
Zefram made me."
	Data - the one without skin - scanned a tricorder over Beverly 
and the other Data, who were discussing the ridiculousness of 
regulations.
	"They have no mass," said Data,"It appears I was incorrect, we 
are suffering from temporal dislocation - what we are seeing has yet to 
happen."
	Suddenly Beverly rushed to the helm, and clumsily pushed a few 
buttons.
	"I thought she had no mass?" said Riker,"The board is lighting 
up."
	"A paradox sir," said Data,"Think of it as we are having no 
mass, but the bridge, and the future me and Dr Crusher are real - or 
think that the future helm controls are co-existing with the present 
ones - it appears that she is disabling helm controls in any case.
	"I'm ready baby," she said, she lay back on the helms, the 
controls unresponsive to her touch now, and slid down her pants.
	"What the hell?" said Picard, utterly perplexed,"What is she 
doing?"
	Once her pants were down, she removed her skimpy white panties 
and spread her legs, her trimmed red thatch parting to show the pink 
pleasure beneath.
	"Oh fuck yeah," said Data, rubbing his hands together in 
anticipation,"This is going to be sweet," he lowered his own pants and 
his android cock sprang free.  He lowered himself onto and into Beverly 
quickly, and started to ram into her quickly, fucking her with hard, 
quick thrusts.
	"I don't beleive this," said Picard, he turned to look at his 
Data, whose mouth was open in shock.
	"Something is wrong sir," he said,"Given, I could be commanded 
to perform sexual intercourse with Dr Crusher, but, regulations strictly 
forbid sexual intercourse of any nature on the bridge of the ship, also 
I am not given to talking in that manner."
	"Well, sometime in the future you will be," said Picard,"My God, 
taking advantage of Beverly like that, how did she let herself get 
drunk?"
	At the helm, Data was pumping into Beverly faster and faster, 
she clutched his back and screamed in pleasure.
	"Yes, fuck me baby, do me hard, your cock is so big."
	"Of course it is," cried the other Data,"Dr Seung was so 
embarassed of his....fallacy....that when he created me in his image he 
decided to spruce up the image a bit, haha!"
	He rammed faster and faster into Beverly cunt, and she screamed 
with the pleasure of it, Data took the time to rip her tunic open, 
revealing large, plump breasts.  He began to suck on one.
	"Immm," he said around a mouthful of tit,"You're a great fuck 
you know?"
	"Of course I know," she replied, gasping for breath as she slid 
further up the helm with each thrust,"My husband couldn't get enough, 
and that old bastard Picard has probably been jerking of over me ever 
since we meet - he's always staring at my tits or ass."
	Picard coughed,"She is drunk, after all," he said, hoping no one 
noticed the growing tent pole in his pants.
	Data suddenly pulled loose,"Hand and knees," he said with a 
grin.
	Beverly got on the floor, into the doggy position and Data slid 
into her again, grasping her hips he tried a couple of experimental 
thrusts, slapping against her ass.  Then he changed his mind, he pulled 
nearly all the way out, then slid slowly back in to the hilt, doing her 
like this drove her crazy, she began gasping faster and faster.
	"Oh god, I think I'm cumming....." she cried and then screamed 
in pleasure.  Data began humping her faster now, still pulling nearly 
fully out, before slamming back into the Doctors tight cunt. 
	She grinned in pleasure and looked up, she happened to be right 
in front of Picard, she shook her head as if confused,"Jean Luc?" she 
said and suddenly she faded out of existance along with Data.

	Picard sat at the table, staring at the other officers.
	"Well, I for one would like an explanation of what just 
happened."
	"It's basically all theory," said Data,"But it seems that the 
co-existance of the Enterprise and the Klingon ship caused a temperol 
dislocation - resulting in time pockets throughout the entire ship, we 
have several reports of crew member bumping into new crewmembers, 
friends they were just talking to  and even themselves."
	"Do you have the location of these timepockets?"
	"I beleive so sir, to prevent further encounters, I suggest we 
quarantine those areas - including the bridge."
	"We'll make use of the secondary bridge," said Picard.
	"Can you explain how Dr Crusher 'saw' the Captain?" asked 
Deanna.
	"We don't know that she did, perhaps the Captain of that time 
emerged on the bridge, perhaps a future Captain appeared and was unaware 
of her - or perhaps the two timepockets joined briefly before 
seperating."
	"Can we change what's going to happen?" asked Riker,"One of the 
crewmen bumped into his ' replacement', apparently he died in a gas 
explosion in two weeks time.  He's in sickbay in shock."  
	"The future is not set," replied Data,"I for one, am not going 
to replace my skin until this problem is dealt with."
	"Perhaps, Deanna" spoke up Worf, who had remained quiet so 
far,"You should get rid of that bottle of Tequila?"
	"Excellent," said Data,"If Dr Crusher does not get drunk she 
will likely not perform the endeavour."
	"Where is Dr Crusher?" asked Picard, they all looked around, no 
one knew,"Computer, locate Doctor Crusher."
	"Dr Crusher is in holoroom one."
	"Worf, take her to sickbay or her quarters," said Picard, the 
Klingon nodded and left.
	"Right," said Picard,"Let's begin evacuation."

	Five minutes later Deanna sat in her quarters, staring at the 
bottle of Tequila, it seemed a shame to just...chuck it out....., she 
looked around her quarters, then grabbed a glass, opening the bottle she 
poured some in.
	"For Zefram," she said, and belted it back.

	Worf entered holoroom 1, the grid glowed softly, no program was 
being run,  Beverly stood in the centre, arms spread out, smiling.
	"Isn't it beautiful," she said with a smile.
	"Dr Crusher," said Worf in his deep baritone, wishing to be back 
on DS9 where the only odd thing that happened was invading Cardassians, 
playing politics with power hungry Bajorans and poker with Ferengi.
	"Yes, what is it?" asked Beverly, her eyes remained closed.
	"There is no program running," he said simply.
	She smiled,"Of course I didn't mean it Jean Luc."
	Worf's eyes widened, he swung his arm at Beverly and it passed 
right through, grabbing a tricorder he pointed it at her,"No mass," he 
said simply, and ran out the door.

	Dr Crusher yawned as she left her quarters, she had finally 
gotten some good sleep after that trouble with the Borg.  As she 
wondered down the hallway she noticed faint singing coming from around 
the corner.  She turned and saw the corridor was empty, but the singing 
was still there, the odd thing was, she could swear it was herself 
singing, but loud and off key.  The song itself was bawdy, then she 
heard Deanna's voice join with hers.
	"Computer," she said,"Locate Councillor Troi."
	"Councillor Troi is in her quarters."
	Beverly rushed away, missing the image of her and Deanna coming 
into focus, supporting each other as they sang, Beverly waving a near 
empty Tequila bottle.

	"Dr Crusher is in holoroom 1," said the computer.
	"Why is the computer registering a temporal anomaly as present, 
if Dr Crusher is co-existing in two different places, the computer 
should register both?" queried Data, one eye looked thoughtful, the 
other was just a red optical in a grey metal surface, he had not 
replaced his skin.
	Worf frowned,"I thought of that, well not exactly......but, 
listen," he strode forward several paces, scanned with his tricorder and 
asked the computer again.
	"Dr Crusher is on the bridge," he and Data went a turbolift up, 
and Data asked the question.
	"Dr Crusher is in Councillor Trois' quarters........"
	".....Captain Picard's ready room......."
	".......Ten forward........"
	"..........Sickbay......"
	After several trips Data sighed,"So the computer is travelling 
through timepockets too, registering the same person in different places 
all over the ship."
	"That raises a bad question," said Worf,"How do we know that 
people we are talking to over communicators are even there?"

	Deanna was unconscious on the table, slumped forward and 
snoring.  Beverly picked up the half full glass and sniffed the 
contents.  She looked at the bottle, half full as well.
	She hesitated, then drank the contents of the glass.
	"Not bad," she said, then dropped the glass, to the table, she 
clutched her throat and made a hacking, coughing noise,"My God," she 
whispered hoarsely,"Need a drink....." she rushed to the replicator and 
whispered,"Water."
	Nothing happened, she asked again and again, then finally gave 
up, she staggered around, the feeling should be abating, she thought, 
but it was not.  In desperation she grabbed the bottle and took a swig, 
the liquid actually did soothe her throat, but when she removed the 
bottle it began to burn again, she took another swig, then another and 
another.
	"Hey," muttered a voice,"Save some for me," Beverly looked down 
and saw Deanna, awake and blinking groggily, she reached out and took 
the bottle, which nearly slid out of her hand.
	"Need it," whispered Beverly,"No water."
	"Computer...water..." said Deanna, water appeared in the 
replicator, Beverly stared at it, suspicious, then drank it down, it 
soothed her throat some.  She turned and looked at Deanna, who was 
swishing the last part of Tequila in the bottle around disconsolately.
	"I don't know how that stuff got you drunk," said Beverly,"But 
you....." suddenly Deanna's sad expression made her want to laugh, and 
she did, loudly.
	"Huh?" said Deanna, looking around,"Wass'up?"
	Beverly stumbled against the table and caught hold of it to 
support her weight,"You," she said, pointing at Deanna and struggling 
not to laugh,"Are so drunk......"
	"Yeah," said Deanna, attempting to rise to her feet,"Well, look 
who's talking."
	Beverly spun around, almost falling over,"Who?" she said, and 
cracked up laughing.

	Data and Worf entered Data's quarters, they peered around, when 
Data ordered the lights on the computer did respond.
	"She's not here," said Worf,"Scratch that one off the list."
	Data did so mentally,"What would Dr Crusher be doing in my room 
anyway?"
	Worf stared at him meaningfully and Data, his emotion chip on, 
looked away embarassed.
	"Come on, where next?"
	"You know," said Data,"This is almost certainly futile, in each 
time pocket she isn't just going to sit around, she'll move about, I 
anticipate only a 34.789045% chance we will find the real her."
	"I beleive in luck," said Worf,"And some good has to come our 
way eventually."

	Beverly and Deanna, supporting each other, staggered down an 
empty corridor, it had been evacuated because of a time pocket in the 
area.  They were singing a song Beverly remembered from her Academy days 
- it was rather bawdy and disgusting, or so she had thought at the time, 
now it just amused her :

			The woman's name was Fran
			She did my entire clan
			She had the biggest tits
			She'd do you for two bits
			She had a real tight cunt
			She even did a runt.......

	Deanna joined in after getting the gist of things, and 
eventually they found themselves at Holoroom 6.
	"What's up?" asked Deanna, peering about in a drunken haze.
	"I wanna show you this holoprogram Wesley sent me,"She said, she 
suddenly burst into tears,"He's such a good boy...."
	"I know honey," said Deanna, petting her hair,"He's a fine, fine 
boy."
	"What's that supposed to mean?" asked Beverly, pushing her 
away,"You saying you're attracted to my boy, you saying you did my boy?"
	"Huh?" said Deanna, leaning against a wall,"No.....but I 
uh....think he's a fine young lad, make his Dad proud."
	"Yeah," said Beverly, sniffing back tears,"But I........never 
mind, come inside the holoroom, it's great."
	They walked into paradise.


	Picard finished speaking on his communicator, he turned to 
Riker,"Data wants to meet you in holoroom 1, something about the problem 
being solved."
	"Is it wise to seperate?" asked Riker,"Data's plan needs all of 
us."
	"Data knows what he is doing," said Picard,"Get to it."

	Worf grinned,"I told you good luck would come our way, we can 
escape these timepockets - you're sure that it will work?"	
	"Of course," said Data,"It's a 98.6742% proof plan, as long as 
no one goes into the major time pockets on the bridge or holoroom 1 
we'll be fine."

	Deanna stared around at the rolling expanses of hills, the sun 
shone on forests far in the distance, everything was green.
	"It's beautiful," she whispered in awe,"And Wesley made this?"
	"Yeah," said Beverly with a smile,"Just for his Mother, there 
was an oak tree like this on Jack's home on Earth and we used to picnic 
there."
	"You miss them don't you," said Deanna with a smile,"Wesley and 
Jack?"
	"Yeah, Jack most of all, but I've gotten over it," she gave a 
drunken grin,"It's sex I miss - I haven't got laid since I met that 
'ghost/alien' thing."
	Deanna snorted, but didn't mention the fuck they had both 
received on DS9 when battling the ancient Vulcan Sorceror Tapek.
	"I sometimes think that that's all that men are good for - 
fucking."
	"Yeah - I just wish we didn't have to cater to their needs so 
much - we should be able to concentrate on our own pleasure, not 
theirs."
	"I know how you feel, Worf is alot like that - but I can expect 
it from a Klingon."
	"Is he.......you know........big," asked Beverly, a small smile 
on her face.
	Deanna laughed,"He's huge - I sometimes think I'm gonna burst - 
but once's he cum, it's over."
	Beverly sighed,"He's never there for you, I bet he's never eaten 
you out has he?"
	"Not once, no man has - they just shove their cocks in and cum."
	Beverly sat down and slid her arm slowly down between her 
thighs, she began to make small circles across her crotch with her 
middle finger,"This is the only pleasure I get anymore - I can't use 
vibrators - they make me feel so pathetic and alone."
	"I know," smiled Deanna, rubbing her own crotch now,"So whenever 
I can I feel myself up."
	Beverly slid her hands down her pants and began moving 
faster,"But it does feel good - I love it - I just wish someone else 
would do it to me."
	"But what man would ever wank a woman?"
	"Even if they did - they wouldn't know how - only a woman 
knows."
	Deanna nodded, coming to a decision,"Move your hand out, I'll do 
it."
	Beverly looked up at her,"No fooling?"
	"No - but you have to do me afterwards - promise?"
	"I scratch your cunt, you scratch mine?" they both laughed.
	"Yeah," said Deanna at last,"Take you clothes off."
	They both slid out of their clothes and stared at each other - 
Deanna had bigger tits, but Beverly had a nicer ass - she was taller and 
Deanna felt small and insignificant in comparison.  Beverly lay on the 
ground, her cunt was well trimmed which made Deanna sigh in releif - she 
didn't want to have to work her fingers through a bush.
	She got onto her knees and began to slide her fingers up 
Beverly's thighs, the Doctor groaned in pleasure and arched her back, 
spreading her legs wider.  This gave Deanna better access to her cunt 
which she quickly spread open with her other hand, she slipped one 
finger in and began to slide it in and out - it had no problems, the 
drunken Doctor was well lubricated.  After a little time, when Beverly's 
moans got louder, she slipped another finger in and began to slide 
faster and faster.  Cum dripped from Beverly thighs, wetting the grass 
below her.  Deanna felt a sudden, insatiable urge to eat her out, and 
she moved her head closer, reaching out tentatively with her tongue she 
gave a quick lick and found she liked the taste, Beverly groaned in 
pleasure and arched her back higher.  Deanna removed her fingers, 
eliciting a groan which quickly changed to pleasure as Deanna positioned 
her mouth around Beverly's cuntlips and began to suckle on her cunt, no 
juice escaped her as she sucked on the inebriated physicians cuntlips.  
Beverly screamed in pleasure and came, her juices flowing freely from 
her pussy, Deanna drank as much of it as she could, but about half 
flowed around her face and down her cheeks.
	The Betazoid could barely beleive the pleasure and she found 
herself pressing her fingers into her own cunt - remembering the pact 
she quickly swivelled around so her own dripping cunt was over Beverly's 
face.  The doctor also remembered and quickly went to work - licking and 
sucking on the counsellors vagina.  Both females came at the same time, 
their juices flowing down asscheeks and facecheeks alike.  Beverly 
reached around and cupped one of Deanna's buttocks in her hand - she 
placed her cum-saturated finger on her asshole and slowly began to work 
it in, Deanna moaned in pleasure as the finger worked it's way up her 
tight anal passage. 
	Beverly came again and she cried out in pleasure, she grabbed 
her Betazoid sex partner's clitoris between her teeth and bit lightly, 
and the cum flowed again, almost drowning Beverly in cunt juices.  
Deanna finally collapsed on top of Beverly, then rolled her cum soaked 
and exhausted body of Beverly, a small but audible pop could almost be 
heard as Beverly's finger slipped out of her ass.
	Beverly sat up and grinned at Deanna, who was breathing heavily, 
she leaned over and began to suck on one of her large breasts.
	"Please," panted Deanna,"I ......can't.......take 
much............can't take much.........more of this."
	Beverly bit her nipple lightly and then sat up,"You can't be 
tired already?"
	"All fucked out," whispered Deanna,"Maybe you'll........have to 
use..........a vibrator after all......" she giggled.
	"If only there was an humanoid vibrator, living for my sexual 
pleasure," said Beverly wistfully, then she sat up straight,"There is!"
	"Huh?" askerd Deanna, sitting up, all thought's of exhaustion 
fading from her drunken mind as the thought of a humanoid vibrator came 
into her mind,"Where?"
	"Follow me," said Beverly, standing up awkwardly and pulling on 
her clothes, she picked up the near empty tequila bottle,"We're going to 
Data's quarters."

	"So much for a welcome home celebration," said Geordi, shaking 
his head as he wondered around Engineering.
	"I'm sorry too Mr LaForge," said Captain Picard, sipping from a 
small cup of Earl Grey tea,"But once I contacted Starfleet they ordered 
a quarantine."
	"You know," said the Engineer,"How do you know it was Starfleet, 
Engineering may not be in a timepocket, but various parts of the ships 
memory is - we could be talking to a recording from the future or the 
past?"
	"No such luck Mr LaForge, I had them quote Stardate straight of 
the mark - and besides, despite the need for R&R that the entire crew 
must be feeling - myself included - the ship needs to be quarantined for 
our own good."
	Data stepped into Engineering, followed by Worf, he grinned 
openly at Geordi and the Captain and walked briskly over,"Sir, I have it 
- a way out."
	Picard raised an eyebrow,"Explain Mr Data."
	"I have noticed a pattern in the time pockets Captain, the fewer 
people from 'real' time who move through the timepockets, the lesser the 
occurrance.  If we can keep everyone out of all timepockets for 2.36 
hours, the timepockets will cease entirely.  Then we must travel back 
through the temporal field before the computer can access any 
timepockets in it's memory, when we shoot back out the timepockets will 
have ceased to exist."
	"Are you positive Data?" asked Picard,"This is important."
	"Don't worry sir, there is a 98.6742% chance we will succeed, 
the main problem is keeping crew members out of the bridge and holorrom 
1.  Those are the major timepockets and passage through there will in 
all likelyhood increase the occurances of timepockets."
	"You're saying that we're going to put the timepockets to sleep 
and then abandon them in the temporal field?" asked Geordi,"That could 
be dangerous."
	"Yes but..........." before Data could finish Picard interupted 
him.
	"You said holoroom 1 has to be kept clear?"
	"Yes."
	"Then why did you ask Commander Riker to join you there?"
	"What? Sir, I made no such request."
	Worf growled,"A time pocket, we have to get to the Commander 
before he gets there, how long ago was the message given?"
	"Half and hour ago," said Picard with a sick look on his 
face,"He must have been there for a good 25 minutes now."

	Riker stopped trying to pick someone up on the communicator, he 
stared around at the softly glowing hologrid, Beverly appeared, she 
smiled and looked towards Riker, then disappeared.
	He nodded, this had happened several times, Beverly had appeared 
twice, Guinan and Captain Picard once, Wesley once, Worf had been the 
last, he had walked into the holoroom and Riker had thought it was the 
real Klingon, but then he had spoken some words - no sound had travelled 
through the timepocket at that point, though it had at others - and then 
swung his arm through empty air and rushed out of the holoroom - 
disappearing just before he got to the door.
	He tapped his badge again,"Riker to Captain Picard - please 
respond."
	"Picard here," came back a faint voice.
	Riker spoke quickly, fearing to lose the connection,"Captain - 
the holorrom is empty, the doors aren't responding to voice command and 
refuse to open manually......I need help."
	"Good, get Dr McCoy to try one more time, then we'll have 
another talk with No'Kase."
	Riker shook his head, realising he was talking to the Captain 
sometime in the future, it was interesting to note that No'Kase - the 
Cardassian prisoner on DS9 - would at some point be on board the ship, 
as would a Dr McCoy, he discounted the idea that it would be Leonard 
McCoy - they had last seen him nearly ten years ago, when he was over 
130 years old.
	He walked over to the doors again and tryed the manual release, 
it pumped up as it was supposed to - but the doors remained closed.
	He sighed and sat down to think things through, then he heard 
the noise.  He looked up and found himself sitting in a familiar garden 
paradise.  The wind was blowing strong enough to bend the long grass 
towards him, but he found he couldn't feel it, or the grass around him. 
 He looked over and smiled to himself - he knew where he was now.
	Across from him sat three men dressed in Musketeer outfits of 
the 17th Century - it was Worf, Data and Geordi.  They were drinking 
from mugs of ale and laughing.  This was a holo program that had been 
assumed erased completely over 6 years ago, but obviously a copy had 
been kept by Reg - the engineer who made it - and now Riker found 
himself inside it once more, he grimaced as he remembered how the rest 
of the program went - sure enough - here came the fourth musketeer, 
himself - only he was now only four to five feet tall.
	He got up and walked away from the scene of the other three 
musketeers mocking his diminutive double.  He found himself in a 
clearing, the wind was dying down but he could feel it now - the 
timepocket was moving closer into his own time.
	"Hello darling," came a voice, he turned and saw Deanna 
approaching, she was dressed in robes and she looked exceptionally 
beautiful,"I am the goddess of this glade......"
	Riker had had enough, he took a gambit based on the timepockets 
proximity.
	"Computer, end program," the images suddenly started to fizzle 
and fade, then slowly only the hologrid was left, Riker turned and 
strode to the door,"Open," this time the computer replied and he walked 
out into the Enterprise.