- Birthday Wishes and Bored Universes Part 1
by Camilla Sandman with a TINY bit of help from P�l Sverre Hagen
Disclaimer: Camilla�s got the brains, P�l Sverre�s got the humor, Paramount�s got Voyager and we�ve got licence to borrow them for a while. Isn�t that fun? Happy birthday!
The universe is big. Really big. I mean really unbelievable kinda "jeez-that�s-impossible" big. Such a big universe sometimes gets bored. It�s understandable, all it ever does it being there, for all of eternity. I know I would be bored. What do you do when you get bored? I know what I would do... Sadly, the universe reads minds.
It was P�l Sverre`s birthday. And so I had been nice to him all day, singing birthday songs (well, whether that is nice or not is debatable) and making birthday wishes.
"Hey, P�l Sverre, " I proclaimed as we left the school heading happily for the bus station, "I know what you really want for your birthday, but all I could get was a model of the ship."
P�l Sverre is a Trekkie. It�s a spreading disease that strike without warning and have no cure. I was infected through P�l Sverre, and as the only sick at school, we discussed all aspects of our illness with each other.
He grinned slightly.
"Voyager," I proclaimed.
He looked at me.
"Voyager," I said again after a slight pause, still no effect.
"I wish you could have Voyager for your birthday."
He looked strangely at me.
I know I should have recognized the sound. After all, I have heard it like a million times. However, it was so out of place I couldn�t for the world figure out what the sound was.
The next thing I knew where Voyager.
The Voyager. I knew it was the Voyager because the surroundings and the people around me were so familiar.
I was on the bridge of Voyager.
Voyager.
Voy-ager.
U.S.S Voyager.
Voyager, a creation from a T.V show.
Nevertheless, I was on the bridge of Voyager.
For some reason, all I could get out was:
"Happy birthday, P�l Sverre."
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Heading through space is the space ship Voyager, all business as unusual.
I couldn�t believe I was on it. I couldn�t believe what Camilla did either. Sure, she�s a crazy girl, but still....
Confidently she strode right to Janeway, JANEWAY, for crying out loud.
"Hi, " she said, all smiles. I could see Tuvok arch an eyebrow, and the way Chakotay looked at her...
"You�re captain Kathryn Janeway, right?"
All Janeway could do was nod. I could see her brain working overdrive, and it suddenly hit me this was people I knew all about.
This was THE Voyager.
Camilla strode confidently on.
"Commander Chakotay." She paused, and I could see a smile work her way. "The biggest hunk on Voyager."
It was nice seeing I wasn�t the only one who choked on her words. Janeway had eyes as big as saucers.
"Paris... Your little lizard experience gave me the biggest laugh I�ve had for years. Tuvok, all Vulcan as usual. What do you think is logical in this situation, Lieutenant?"
God, she was talking to the crew of Voyager. I could feel the need to say something arise, something explaining, but all I got out was:
"Um..."
Camilla seemed to get out of her temporary insanity, though.
"I�m sorry, I forgot to introduce ourselves. I�m Camilla, he�s P�l Sverre and we MUST be dreaming, coz there�s no way we could be on the Voyager."
"You are."
As soon as I realized it was Chakotay who answered, and was moving closer to Camilla, I could sense trouble miles away.
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Even though very mad at P�l Sverre for completely bashing me so far in this story, I resisted the urge to break his legs.
Instead I smiled at Chakotay.
"Well, if Janeway won�t have you, I certainly will."
I know P�l Sverre thinks I threw myself all over Chakotay coz I like him so much and I always do that.
Wrong.
I did not do that. I had a plan. A plan P�l Sverre almost certainly wouldn�t like.
Janeway and Chakotay. They belong together. And I would make sure they got the message even if I had to knock it into them with force. There is no better way to do so than with jealousy.
And it didn�t hurt I would have major fun chasing Chakotay either.
For now, all the crew did, was stare at us like we were Neelixes latest attempt at Earth food.
It was Paris who finally spoke.
"I think I speak for all of us when I say: WHO THE HELL ARE YOU???!!!"
It�s time for the technobabble section. Blah, blah, blah, impossible, blah, blah, blah, improbable, blah, blah, blah, alternative universe, blah, blah, blah, wish, blah, blah, blah new idea for fanfic, habl, habl, habl, backwards, blah, blah, BLAH!. (Note: You may replace the "blah"s with anti-matter, proton leaks and such on with your own liking. It doesn�t make sense either way.)
After everyone finally (not) understood why P�l Sverre and I were there, the fun began.
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Camilla thinks she is smart. Making a plan. Problem is, she IS smart. So I just have to go along with her. And she was right about one thing. This would be fun.
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Aboard Voyager some of the fuss had settled down.
Some of the crew were still whispering among themselves, but they were not shouting like they had done earlier.
Camilla was grinning beside me, her eyes not letting go of Chakotay. Janeway didn`t let go of him either, and the poor guy almost seemed to blush with all the attention he got. At least they did`nt stare at me. And that was good, because I was desperatly trying to get a handle on the situation.
To Be Continued...
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