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Authors name: Anon
Story Title: Star Trek TNG: "A Date for Nate"
PART 3 OF 3
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"Ship Counsellor's Log, Stardate 13.87.7. I have decided to
enter the mind of Petty Officer Nathaniel Pisarkiewicz to attempt to
see why he has entered a coma-like condition. It is risky, as unusual
mental energies are travelling through his brain. I see no other way
to help him. I feel responsible for failing to see how desperate his
condition was and I hope I can bring him back to reality."
Deanna then left her office and travelled to Sick Bay, where
Nate still rested on the diagnostic table, unaware of anything.
She entered and saw Dr. Crusher and Data, discussing his con-
dition.
"So you see Data, his body is mutating. Into what I don't
know."
"It would seem reasonable to assume that the unusual lump of
muscle forming in his chest is a second heart."
"I agree. Heart muscle is only found in one place in the human
body and is used for only one thing."
"I am ready to go in now."
"Oh, Deanna, great. I have set up a bed next to his, so you can
touch him if you need to."
"I won't need to touch him, but I do need to be as close as
possible."
"Counsellor, is this technique similiar to the techniques used
by Vulcans?"
"Yes, it is."
Ever since he had met Spock, Data was most intrigued by any-
thing Vulcan.
"Would it be a disturbance if I were to observe?"
"No, Data. Not at all."
Deanna lied down on the table next to Nate. She shut her eyes
and projected her mind out to Nate's. Entry was surprisingly easy. This
worried her. Usually, only a willing fellow psionic could make the
entry this easy.
And so Deanna attempted to probe what was the universe like
that Nate's mind had been trapped in. She looked into his thoughts and
found something she hadn't expected.
Four nude women surrounded him in his fantasy-trap. One lay
next to him, while a younger one probed her vaginal area. A third was
withdrawing her nipple from Nate's mouth, while a fourth stood next to
the bed, tall and waiting, so it seemed. Deanna was not the voyeuristic
type and so let Nate be. She had to find a way to link a fantasy creat-
ion of her own into Nate's fantasy and have him travel into it. Then
she could pull him out. She decided the direct approach might be best.
A security team beamed into the bedroom which currently housed
Nate and his 'friends'. Lt. Worf spoke to him.
"Petty Officer Pisarkiewicz!"
Nate immediately noticed the burly Klingon and his 2 fellow
officers. The women all fell fast asleep in an instant. Nate did not
answer the Security Chief but looked at him, his face turning quite a
few different shades of red.
"Worf to Enterprise. I have located Petty Officer Pisarkiewicz.
Four to beam up."
Just like that, the four spacers left the bedroom on the planet
Ogimmemo and arrived in the transporter room. The transporter operator
at that time was Ensign Kate Terwillinger, who had been seduced by a
roguish pirate several seasons earlier. She vowed not to let it happen
again.
Worf turned to one of his security men, to have him get a uni-
form for the enlisted man with them, when he noticed this was not
necessary. The enlisted man was already dressed. He was sure that he
had been naked on the bed a few moments before. Worf decided to think
about this later and said to his men.
"Counsellor Troi wishes to see this man right now. Can you make
it to her office on your own, Petty Officer?"
"Yes, sir, I am pretty sure I can."
"Very well." With that, Worf and the team left. As they did so,
Kate reactivated the transporter and beamed four more people up from
the surface. Her look was a bit on the blank side. Monica and her three
daughters materialized on the pads, nude of course.
"Is there anything else you require of me, Nate?"
"No Ensign, you can just forget this and start a Level 1 diag-
nostic on the transporter."
"Sure, no problem."
"Not in uniform, of course, in much more erotic attire."
"It shall be as you wish."
Kate left the transporter room to change her clothes.
"Ladies, follow her. No one should see you."
"Of course, Nate. Come on, girls."
The four women left the transporter room. Nate felt much more
confident about his powers now. Much more...
"Dr. Crusher, has there been any change in the patient's
state?" asked Captain Picard.
"No, Captain, he seems stable."
"Well, that means he isn't getting worse or he is adjusting to
his new condition."
That is obvious, Jean-Luc, thought Beverly.
"That would be my assessment of the situation also, Captain."
"Very well, keep me posted. Picard out."
Beverly loosened the front of her uniform to the middle of her
chest. She hoped whatever Deanna was doing, it could bring her patient
back. She walked over to Deanna and looked at her fellow officer. Don't
lose him, she thought to Deanna. Nate's mind was already getting into
her head, though she could not realize it.
In Nate's fantasy, Commander Riker entered the transporter
room. He was the first inroad that Counsellor Troi had managed to
establish. He saw Ensign Terwillinger, clad in a short, lacy robe,
performing a diagnostic it looked like, on the transporter.
"Ensign, what are you doing?"
"Performing a level 1 diagnostic on the transporter, Com-
mander."
"On whose orders?"
"Petty Officer Pisarkiewicz's."
"Ensign, I don't know what has gotten into you, but stop the
diagnostic and get back into uniform."
"No sir. I must do as I am ordered."
"I am giving you a direct order, Ensign. Now do it."
"A higher authority has overridden your orders. I cannot obey
you."
"That does it." Riker hit his comm badge. "Security, this is
Commander Riker. Send a team to the transporter room, I am confining
Ensign Terwillinger to quarters."
"This is Security, we are on the way."
"Sir, wouldn't you want my body?" Kate dropped the robe to the
ground and walked nude to Commander Riker.
Deanna, who was controlling Will, made him realize what was
going on. Will was separate from her and had his own personality.
The team arrived and escorted Kate away, putting her robe back
on her. She did not resist their efforts. In a few moments, the Ensign
had left the room. Riker called out.
"Computer, location of Petty Officer Pisarkiewicz."
"Petty Officer Pisarkiewicz is in enlisted quarters 34."
Riker headed off. He was going to get to the bottom of this.
Meanwhile, in another part of the galaxy...
Dum, dum, DUM!
"Boulder?" asked the Cylon with Johnathon Harris' voice.
"Yes, Lubricant?" answered the human, spinning around in his
mega-chair.
"When will we beat the humans?"
"Now." Boulder pushed the button and the humans were destroyed.
Of course, he was destroyed too, everyone but Doctor Z and most of the
girls he had inoculated (Doctor Z, that is) lived. But that is another
story (Galactica 1993).
And now back to the story.
Commander Riker arrived at Enlisted Quarters 34, one of whose
occupants and it's sole occupant at this time was Nate. He, being
polite, buzzed for entry.
"Come in." called back Nate.
Riker entered. Nate was in uniform now and was currently com-
bing his hair. Deanna remembered that Nate had many antiquidated pro-
cedures about his upkeep, hair combing being one of them.
Nate looked at Riker and acted on reflex. He came to attention.
"All right, Mister, what did you do to Ensign Terwillinger?"
"Sir?"
"You heard me. You did something to Ensign Terwillinger. What
was it?"
"I did something, sir, that is true. How I did it, I have no
idea."
"So you admit to doing something. What exactly did you do?"
For some odd reason, Nate knew exactly what had transpired
between Riker and the Ensign in the transporter room. He told Riker of
the orders he had given her, leaving out the four women, just saying
that he had ordered her to perform a level 1 diagnostic in something
sexy.
"Well, Counsellor Troi should be able to get to the bottom of
this. I suggest you report for your appointment immediately."
"Aye, aye, sir." Nate left his cabin and began to walk down the
corridor. He decided to skip a bit and...ZOOM! He was flying down the
passageway. He shifted his body and...WVUMP! He stopped and righted
himself. He could feel things on his body, a belt with items on it,
some sort of skin-tight suit under his uniform. It was strange.
"Doctor, why are you undressing?"
"What do you mean, Data?" answered Beverly.
"You are naked from the waist down."
Beverly looked. Sure enough, Data was right. She had removed
her long jacket and pulled her uniform down around her waist. Her
undergarment lay on the floor. She scrambled quickly to redress as she
answered Data.
"I don't know, Data. This is all quite odd."
Data nodded. "Could it be Petty Officer Pisarkiewicz's mind,
controlling you?"
"It is possible, Data. Then again, we don't know what is hap-
pening to him."
Not far away, the real Ensign Kate Terwillinger decided to take
a stroll as her sleep period continued. Her long white nightgown was
comfortable and sexy as she rose from her rack, her eyes closed and a
pleasant smile on her face. Nate was getting more powerful very quickly
and he had to be brought out of his state within the next two pages,
before all the women of the Enterprise would answer his will.
Nate arrived at the office of the Ship's Cunt-seller, I mean,
Counsellor, and buzzed for entry.
"Come in, Nate." Deanna said.
"Petty Officer Pisarkiewicz reporting as ordered, ma'am."
"Sit down, Nate." Nate did as he was asked. Deanna was close to
bringing him out. She just needed a little time alone with him.
"What did you want to see me about, Counsellor Troi?"
"Nate, I have to tell you that you and I are not really here."
"Huh?"
"I have joined minds with you as an emergency measure."
"I don't understand."
"You are in Sick Bay now, in a coma. I am next to you."
"Oh, come on! With all due respect, Counsellor, how can that
be? We are here in your office."
"Nate, I don't know if this is a result of the injuries you
sustained in the martial arts class or not, but you are living a free-
form delusion, which you are making up as you go along. None of this is
real."
"But how can you prove it, Counsellor?" Nate was getting more
bold now.
At that moment, the four young ladies from the planet entered
the room. Monica moved to Nate's side, while the other three moved
towards Counsellor Troi. Nate grinned. Troi knew she was losing.
"You had Ensign Terwillinger beam these women aboard?"
"Yep, gotta have some cool women onboard."
"Nate," she decided to appeal to his sense of duty," this is
against Star Fleet regulations."
"Counsellor, I kinda feel unrestricted by regulations now. I
mean I was able to hide these four lovely ladies from the whole crew.
Kinda cool, don't you think?"
"Nate, there is no other crew! We are the only ones who are
real on board!"
"What about Lt. Worf? And the XO?"
"Lt. Worf and Commander Riker were mind-manifestations I
created, just as these four women are mind-manifestations of yours."
"I still cannot believe you."
That is an interesting choice of words, thought Deanna. Cannot
believe, instead of will not believe.
"I can prove to you that this is all a dream."
"Go ahead."
"Troi to Data."
"This is Commander Data. I can't talk for very long."
"You see, Nate? Data's voice is a mind-manifestation, you see
how he used a contraction?" She spoke to Data on the badge again.
"Everything is all right here, Data. Troi out."
"OK, so this is fantasy. So what? It's alot better than
reality." Stephanie moved behind Deanna and placed her hands on the
Counsellor's breasts, while her two sisters stood along side her.
"Nate, you can't spend the rest of your life in this fantasy!"
"Why not?"
Deanna thought for a moment before she confronted Nate with the
answer. She knew, on his world, families were very important, and that
Nate was the only son of his father.
"Nate, your father is counting on you to continue the family
line. How will it look to him when he is on his deathbed and you are
somewhere, on a machine, and he dies without a grandson with the Pis-
arkiewicz name? Would you wish that on your father, Nate?"
Nate froze for a moment. His father's voice rode through his
mind. It was not pleasant. He looked up to Deanna.
"That's playing dirty. Don't bring my dad into this!"
"It's true. Your father, in fact your whole family loves you,
and you're going to leave them for a fantasy! All they will see of you
is a shell of a man, in a life support unit. Is that what you want?"
Tears formed in Nate's eyes. It was time for a catharsis and
Nate cried. He cried and cried. Deanna began to cry too, she was re-
ceiving so much repressed anger and pain that she sobbed. She walked
over to Nate as he stood up. The two embraced and cried on each other.
The Enterprise Sick-Bay lost power for a moment or two, then
Deanna opened her eyes.
"Deanna," asked Beverly, "what happened? His vital signs, brain
activity all seems to be returning to normal levels."
Deanna wiped her eyes. "I was...successful."
As quickly as Nate's vitals had stabilized, they began to wild-
ly fluctuate. Data, Beverly and Deanna watched as Nate's features
became soft and white, like a moulder's clay. And then they changed
again, this time, becoming human-looking once more. But they were not
Nate.
The man who now lay on the table and whose eyes had just opened
with a shock, had blonde hair, light and thin. He looked up at everyone
with two green eyes. His features were far from the general ..ugliness
of Nate, this man had a boyish handsomeness about him. But his feet now
were over the edge of the table. He was much taller than his predes-
secor, over a half meter.
He looked about in wonder at all the people around them, but
did not speak. Deanna heard a voice speak.
"My dear Counsellor."
"Q! I should have known you were behind this."
"I am merely excersizing my ability to reward humans, Deanna."
"Reward?"
"Yes, I glanced at his satire at the crew of this ship.
Amazingly amusing. It was a stroke of an angry wit, much like my own."
"So you have changed him into this?"
"Yes, it was a passionate desire of his. He may find though,
that beauty is a curse as well as a blessing. I would hope so."
"Q..."
"Now as for you, for your brilliant performance in extricating
him from his ultimate fantasy, I will not bother Star Fleet for the
rest of this season. Farewell, fair Counsellor!"
And with a wave of his hand, Q departed and Deanna returned to
normal time flow in Sick Bay.
No one, not even Wesley could figure out what had happened to
Nate, but after a few days rehab, he was back at his same job. He felt
better about things, and would spend long hours by himself, sitting and
grinning as he travelled to a Holodeck Of The Mind.
(Good title for the next story, huh?)
End
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