Message-ID: <003a01c41e63$6dde5760$3ce1453f@max>
To: "ASCEM-S" <ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com>
Organization: ConGlomeration
From: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" <campbratcher@psci.net>
MIME-Version: 1.0
Mailing-List: list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEM-S-owner@yahoogroups.com
Precedence: bulk
Date: Fri, 9 Apr 2004 13:49:45 -0500
Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW: Sleeping Beauty 1/4 [NC-17] ENT (S/m)
Reply-To: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" <campbratcher@psci.net>
Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII
Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit



From: lukewarm83_1999@yahoo.com (lukewarm83)

With the rerun of "Doctor's Orders" airing this Wednesday, I thought
I'd share my fan fic I wrote which centers around that episode.  I was
inspired the first time I saw the episode, thinking "is Dr. Phlox
*really* hallucinating *everything?*"  With my love of Hoshi Sato, I
took that idea and ran with it.  It's fun to read along with this
story and then see how Dr. Phlox is actually inadvertantly interacting
with someone on the show.  Enjoy.  ;)

Title:  Sleeping Beauty
Author:  Whitney Johnson
Author's e-mail:  lukewarm83_1999@yahoo.com 
Author's URL:  http://www.geocities.com/lukewarm83/ - The Private Logs
of Hoshi Sato
Date:  April 2004
Archive:  Permission to archive anywhere, granted this informational
section stays intact.
Series:  ENT
Rating:  NC-17
Status: Complete
Pairing:  [Sato/m]
Summary:  A freak accident in 2374 sends a Starfleet cadet back in
Warnings:  Depicts sexual acts which may be considered nonconsensual.
Sequel to:  Supplemental to ENT episode "Doctor's Orders."
Spoilers:  ENT: "Doctor's Orders"
Disclaimer:  As always, Paramount owns the entire Star Trek universe
(and it's characters), I'm just screwing around with it for fun.  I
make no money off of this.

Author's notes:  I'd like to encourage any and all constructive
criticism or reviews.  They're the only thing that keeps me writing. 
Also, if you haven't seen the Enterprise episode "Doctor's Orders,"
this story probably isn't going to make much sense.  Further, this
story's frame of reference is set in the timeline depicted in
TNG/DS9/VOY.  It starts out taking place in the year 2374, around the
time 7 of 9 joined Voyager, and around DS9's sixth season.

Cadet Jacob Ridley was created for the sole purpose of this story and
has not appeared anywhere else (to my knowledge!)

***********************

It was New Years Eve, 2373, and Cadet Jacob Ridley was stuck onboard
the Starfleet Academy research vessel Exodus-III.  He was a freshman
at the academy, and as he sat at the long conference table in the room
adjacent to the vessel's main bridge, he wished he was back on Earth,
celebrating the turn of the calendar year with his friends and family.
 Instead, he was participating in one of the Academy's
"away-missions," a two week adventure to study unusual parts of the
universe.  This particular mission brought him to an unusual nebula,
not far from Earth.
Ridley shifted his weight and supported his chin with his left hand,
his elbow resting on the table.  Three PADDs were sprawled out in
front of him, and he was mindlessly taking notes on one of them. 
Captain Jordan O'Neill was giving a lecture on what would be their
first assignment.
Ridley found himself board.  He enjoyed the Academy and everything
Starfleet had to offer, but he struggled at finding an identity for
himself.  He didn't know exactly what kind of career path he wanted to
take.  Command, science, engineering, medical?  Without a goal at the
end of his path, he oftentimes found himself struggling to succeed.
"Your first assignments will be quite simple," O'Neill continued,
tugging on the front of his uniform.  "You'll work in teams of three
as you research the effects of the unusual radiation on a variety of
simulated life forms."  He looked around, making brief eye contact
with each of the 30 cadets seated at the table.
A young female cadet seated across from Ridley raised her hand.
"Cadet Fullerton," O'Neill called.  "You have a question already?"
"Yes, sir."  Cadet Fullerton replied, "Will we have access to any
previous ship's data logs?"
"I was getting to that, Cadet."  O'Neill said with a slight smirk. 
"Actually, yes and no.  The only data you'll have access to is that of
the first Starfleet vessel to explore this region, the NX-Enterprise
under Captain Archer, almost two hundred and twenty years ago.  Beyond
that, we want to see what you can do."
A woman who was standing in the back corner of the room near the door
moved forward.  Ridley recognized her as the Chief Medical Officer on
the Exodus-III, a woman who looked to be in her mid-30s and who bore
the rank of Lieutenant Commander.  O'Neill noticed her movement and
motioned for her to speak.
"And as you all remember, you were inoculated before we left Earth. 
Even though our shields provide adequate protection against the
radiation, some of our studies will require them to be dropped.  One
of those inoculations included protection against the radiation.  It
will last for a few days."
"Which means," O'Neill remarked, "you should get inoculated again
every three days.  It's a completely harmless medication and is a good
safety precaution, and required aboard my ship.  And even though we're
all protected from the radiation, I still want everyone to use proper
procedure when dropping shields.  Let the rest of us know."
There was a short silence and many of the cadets took a deep breath
and readjusted in their seats.  O'Neill took that as the cue to call
it a night.
"Tomorrow we'll begin our projects.  We'll meet back here at 0800
hours."  He paused, then continued:  "I understand this is a
culturally important holiday for many people on Earth."  He looked
around at most of the human cadets.  "As of right now, everyone's off
duty in order to celebrate.  I've prepared a cake and have a link with
Earth set up on the monitor in order to watch the countdown on New
Berlin, in the mess hall.  The festivities will begin at 2300 hours." 
Ridley looked at the chronometer on his wrist.  It was currently 2200
hours.
"I wish you all a happy new year.  Dismissed."  With that, every
cadet at the table rose, gathered their PADDs, and headed for the
door.

"Hey Jacob, you're not going to the party?"  Ridley spun around to
see the smiling face of his friend Benjamin Brunell approaching him. 
"The mess hall is this way, remember?"  As Benjamin approached him,
they stood facing each other in the bright corridor.
"No, I'm actually very tired.  I was just going to go to bed."  It
wasn't a lie, but it wasn't exactly the truth, either.  Ridley planned
on going back to his quarters, linking up with the transmission
O'Neill was broadcasting to the mess hall, and falling asleep as he
watched the celebration in New Berlin.  He wasn't feeling up to
mingling with everyone, and, truth be told, he was a bit homesick.
"Something wrong?"  Ben became concerned, and Ridley shifted his
weight.
"No, I just want to go to bed."  Ridley sighed. 
"All right, suit yourself.  Just remember there isn't any holodeck on
board, you'll be sorry if you miss out on too many social events." 
Ben smiled, then spun around and sprang down the corridor.
Ridley continued down the hall and approached his narrow door.  He
punched in a few numbers and the door slid open to reveal 'the
closet,' as he and Ben had nicknamed it.  It was big enough to hold a
bed, a desk, a small bathroom with a small dresser, and a computer
console, but that was about it.  Not much room to even stand.
He put his PADDs on the desk, pushed off his boots, and unzipped his
cadet's uniform, slipping it off and draping it over the edge of his
bed.  He flipped on the computer console and ran a search for the
incoming visual transmission from Earth.
As the computer ran it's search he pulled out a chair and sat at the
desk, picking up a picture taken at his party right before he left for
the Academy.  It was his most prized possession, as it represented his
entire support structure back home.
His mother, father, and brother were in the picture, as well as Ben,
and even his dog, Cutler.  They were standing outside of their house
on a sunny day, and Ridley stood in the middle of the picture.
To Ridley, the picture represented the changing of time, making the
transition of leaving one family and one life, and pursuing a new one,
with a new family.
The picture really made it obvious whose traits Ridley had taken on. 
His mother shared his brown hair and athletic build.  He was about two
inches higher than his mom, who stood at 5'8", and Ridley's brown eyes
demanded the attention of anyone who looked into them.  However,
oftentimes he found it hard to look into his own such as he was doing
now:  he was a very unsure person, constantly doubting the fact that
he could even make it through the Academy.
He took a deep breath and sat the picture down as the computer chimed
that it had completed it's search.  He scanned the results:  three
transmissions were coming in from Earth.  Two were personal
transmissions presumably from other cadets calling their families, and
the other was clearly the transmission he was looking for, as it was
on the frequency reserved for media purposes.
He tapped into it and the image of thousands of people taking to the
streets filled the screen.  People danced in the artificial
illumination cast by hovering lights, and in the distance the faint
image of the green and blue Earth was barely visible.  Celebrating in
New Berlin on the moon became the norm years upon years ago, taking
the place of the once traditional New York City.
He was lost in his thoughts, unaware of how much time had passed,
when there was a chime at the door.  He stood up, adjusted his dark
shorts, and brushed off his blue, sleeveless top.  "Who is it?"  He
inquired.
When there was no answer, he walked over to the door.  Curious, he
put a ear to the door and heard laughing outside.  He recognized one
of the laughs as Ben's, and eagerly pushed the button to allow the
door to open.
Ben was right up front, closest to the door, and was holding a
cylindrical object.  Another cadet was standing next to Ben with a
slice of cake.  About six other cadets Ridley barely recognized were
standing behind Ben.
"What's this?"  Ridley asked, a smile playing with his lips.
Ben laughed, "It's a celebration!  You can't stop now!"
"Hey, come on, it's almost midnight!"  One of the cadets pushed past
Ridley.  "Come on, twenty seconds!"
Ridley turned around and walked back into the room.  More cadets
tried to fit their way into the room, and just as Ridley was about to
say something about being cramped, Ben pushed a button on the
cylinder.  It began to light up and made a humming noise.
"What is that?" Ridley inquired.
"It's a party!"  Ben exclaimed.
The object began to glow more, and the top of it opened up.  There
was a bright flash, and Ridley realized that little bits of
holographic confetti were now falling from the ceiling.  Everyone in
the room was laughing as the people in New Berlin started counting
down from ten.
"Let me see that!"  Ridley was curious about the object Ben held. 
His family was never high-tech, and his only experience with holograms
was when he went out to eat and interacted with the holographic
waiters at a fancy restaurant, and even that wasn't very often.
"Hey, be careful!"  Ben laughed as Ridley knocked into the
holographic emitter, almost sending it to the ground.
"Three, two..!"  People in the room began to count down.
Ridley doesn't remember hearing anyone finish the countdown.  Ben
held up the emitter and pressed another button as the countdown moved
to a finish, and a brighter flash of light sparked from the top.  It
was the combination of the unexpected bright flash as well as one of
the other cadet's sudden movements against him that made him jump
back, right into the bulkhead above his bed.  The corner of the hard
metal structure made blunt contact with the base of his skull, and he
collapsed on his bed.

>>continued in part 2





[Non-text portions of this message have been removed]



------------------------ Yahoo! Groups Sponsor ---------------------~-->
Buy Ink Cartridges or Refill Kits for your HP, Epson, Canon or Lexmark
Printer at MyInks.com.  Free s/h on orders $50 or more to the US & Canada.
http://www.c1tracking.com/l.asp?cid=5511
http://us.click.yahoo.com/mOAaAA/3exGAA/qnsNAA/5x3olB/TM
---------------------------------------------------------------------~->

 
Yahoo! Groups Links

<*> To visit your group on the web, go to:
     http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEM-S/

<*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to:
     ASCEM-S-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com

<*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to:
     http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/
 

From ???@??? Fri Apr 09 21:33:42 2004
X-Persona: <Stephen Earth>
Status:  U
Return-Path: <sentto-1978024-7972-1081536617-stephenbratliff=earthlink.net@returns.groups.yahoo.com>
Received: from a136.grp.scd.yahoo.com ([66.218.67.37])
	by eagle (EarthLink SMTP Server) with SMTP id 1bc15L7aO3NZFji0
	for <stephenbratliff@earthlink.net>; Fri, 9 Apr 2004 11:51:04 -0700 (PDT)
X-eGroups-Return: sentto-1978024-7972-1081536617-stephenbratliff=earthlink.net@returns.groups.yahoo.com