﻿ Star Trek To be continued silent fear by Becky Miller SMASHWORDS EDITION * * * * * PUBLISHED BY: Becky Miller on Smashwords The To Be Continued series : Silent Fear Copyright © 2005-2009 by Becky Miller All rights reserved. Without limiting the rights under copyright reserved above, no part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in or introduced into a retrieval system, or transmitted, in any form, or by any means (electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise) without the prior written permission of both the copyright owner and the above publisher of this book. This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, brands, media, and incidents are either the product of the author's imagination or are used fictitiously. The author acknowledges the trademarked status and trademark owners of various products referenced in this work of fiction, which have been used without permission. 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I cannot sleep.” the child wept as it climbed on the bed and crept in between the covers next to her grandparent. “Oh, come here love.” the grandmother said soothingly and held the little girl close and pulled the covers up warm and tight. “It’s just a storm, nothing to be afraid of. You’ve seen such storms before, you know they will pass.” “Yes, but the thunder is so loud; it must be really close this time.” “Well, you are safe here; indoors.” her grandmother said and stroked the distressed girl’s hair gently. Even though the woman felt like putting the young child back to bed and telling her to stop weeping and go back to sleep, like she used to do with her own children when they were young, she knew it would only result in a bad humoured and exhausted granddaughter next morning because of the frightfully stormy and sleepless night. The young girl’s anxiety had not subdued and the old woman decided to use an old and trusted method to sooth children and perhaps make her doze off to sleep. “Listen Zyllah, we’re both wide awake now and not able to get some rest again ‘till after the storm has passed. Shall I tell you a story to keep us entertained?” “Yes Grandmother, please do.” “Now let me think-“ “Are you not afraid of the storm, Grandma?” “No love. A storm can’t harm you when you are safely indoors.” but the child clearly disagreed. “Have you ever been afraid of something?” “Yes, I have.” “Can you make your story about that, Grandma, please?” “Alright then.” the grandparent agreed and took a moment to recollect and think of a good way to begin the tale. “Far away in the depth of space, at the border of Federation territory, lies a space station which was originally built by an alien race called the Cardassians. They occupy our neighbouring space and because of a big power struggle they lost control over their space station. The Federation became the station’s temporary guardians and peacekeepers. Now, exactly why and how this came about is another story altogether; one which I am sure you will learn about as soon as you get history lessons at school. This story, however, is about a young ensign who came to work on board that space station when it had been governed by the Federation for just over a year. She was only nineteen years old and her name was Romyana Casparian--” “That’s you Grandma!” Zyllah exclaimed. “Yes indeed, but that was a long time ago; only a girl I was, innocent and naive, very eager too.” The old woman sighed and flicked a little smile as she remembered those old times. Then she began to tell Zyllah her story; in a way only grandparents can, with a dramatic but soothing voice that draws you in to the story like you are there to experience it yourself. 1 Nobody heard One fine early morning in October 2370, Ensign Romyana Casparian got up from her bunk bed aboard the Deep Space station near the edge of Federation space. She looked out the little port hole window and with a slight smile she gazed at the stars for a minute. She’s so proud to be here. Many of her Academy classmates were very jealous and would only dare dream of visiting this station once, let alone being awarded a study placement here, but she has worked hard for it these past few years at the Academy, swotting to get top grades and persuading her teachers she was ready to venture out into the real world of deep space exploration. The Ensign stepped into the little bathroom for a quick sonic-shower. A marvellous invention, this shower doesn’t use water to clean, but sonic sound waves. You could even keep your clothes on if you wanted to, but the effect would be less thorough. The Ensign shared her quarters with another crew member who works night shifts. This rotation of shifts and sharing sleeping quarters saves space which is very precious on a space station and it means there is never a section of the station which is unused. Though, this former Cardassian station is big enough for each crewman to have their own chamber, the rotation system is used on all Starfleet ships and stations for the lower ranked crew members, and the station commander decided to keep to Starfleet standards as much as possible. Because of her bunkmate’s sake Casparian was in a bit of a rush, because the sooner she shows up on duty the sooner her bunkmate is free to leave work. She also needed to hurry because she was planning to go see the doctor before starting her shift. Some days earlier the Ensign had contracted a 24th century variety of common cold from which she had to cough violently and was beginning to develop a temperature. She didn’t think it was a big deal though it had to be looked at; the sooner, the better. In her haste she navigated the corner to the shower a bit too tight and bumped her head rather hard on a small shelf but she managed to carry on and step into the shower anyway. After rubbing her head a few times she felt more and more dizzy and realised she’d bumped her head harder than she first thought and it might have caused a concussion. To prevent herself from fainting and falling to the floor, she sat herself down at the bottom of the shower and rested her head against the wall concentrating on her breathing waiting till the dizziness would pass, but it didn’t help and she fainted after all. With a dull thud she slumped to the bathroom floor. * * * Three days earlier. “Well, you’ve earned it!” Julian Bashir, the station’s doctor, said to Miles O’Brien who stood with packed bags in the airlock to the Runabout. “I suppose, though I’d rather stayed here. First of all I feel like the minute I leave this place the systems will go haywire and the whole station is gonna fall apart, and secondly, I signed up to this station as a chief engineer, not a babysitter!” O’Brien said disappointedly to his friend who had come to see him off. “Babysitter?” Julian wondered what Miles meant. He knew he had a little daughter, but surely Miles could not be upset by her coming along on the holiday with his wife. He loved her and his wife more than anything in the whole Universe. Julian’s question was answered by the sight of the two youths of the station, Jake and Nog, approaching the airlock laden with bags and talking animatedly about what they were going to keep themselves occupied with during their holiday. “Ah, I see; good luck. Let Keiko take care of them two, she’s expert in handling children and don’t worry about the station: It will still be here when you get back.” Julian said trying to cheer him up a bit. “It is the state it’ll be in when I return that I am worried about – and the state I will be in...” O’Brien said eyeing the two teen aged boys boarding the Runabout. They were the only two children living on board the station, with the exception of Miles’ daughter who was only 3, and they were infamous for the mischief they spread around the station and its crewmembers. Julian gave the chief engineer a pat on the shoulder and wished him a safe journey. When the airlock had closed, he returned to the infirmary to tend to his patients. * * * When the Federation was asked to govern the former Cardassian space station a year ago, it was given a commander who had the delicate task of supervising a mixed crew of both Starfleet crewmembers and Bajoran crewmembers. The Bajorans were a people that lived in that area of space before the Cardassians came to occupy it. The station was located near their home planet Bajor and whilst they rebuilt their lands, economy and political system, the federation promised to help them keep peace in the area. Commander Benjamin Sisko was in charge of the station and he was appointed a liaison from the Bajoran government, Major Kira Nerys. She was a hot tempered and stubborn Bajoran woman, who had helped free her people from the occupation by playing a big role in the resistance and was now a member of the Bajoran Militia. Sisko made her his first officer. The former policeman of the station, amicably called Constable Odo, is a changeling who prefers to take on a human form. He was kept on as chief security officer, because being a changeling made him impartial to the conflict and he knows the station better than anyone else. Today the three of them, the commander, Major Kira and security chief Odo, were on a diplomatic mission on Bajor and were scheduled to return late in the evening. Just at such a time, when most of the officers are away, any small mishap can get out of hand and become an accident of disastrous proportion. This is exactly what happened today. * * * When some engineers were making repairs to a cargo vessel that was docked on pylon 2, a duct seal was damaged, without anyone noticing. When gas was transported though the duct it began to leak. The two engineers on duty quickly tried to repair it but when doing so they both fainted because of the odourless toxic gas that was escaping from the duct into the room. One of them fell onto the duct and it broke off due to the high load of his weight. The gasses began venting into the station with great speed. So fast that many people began to cough and faint before they knew anything was wrong. Breathing this toxin is poisonous, if inhaled in big quantities even lethal. “Oh, my god. Stephen, what’s wrong? Wake up, Stephen!” “I feel queasy too, Patrick. What is going on?” “I don’t know, help me get Stephen to the infirmary.” “Okay.” “Keep up, Jim.” “I’m sorry, Patrick, I’m—“ “Jim. Come on, Jim. Just one more corridor, we’re nearly there.” “Patrick, leave them. It is no use, they are already unconscious. Get in here!” “Help me doctor. Help me carry them, please.” “Patrick, hurry; it is gas, I have to seal the door quick. Patrick!” Only a few people manage to get to the infirmary where the doctor quickly takes measures to help them. When communications officer Jadzia Dax realises what is going on she quickly sends a distress call before fainting too. But she wasn’t able to raise station wide alarm to evacuate or seal any doors to shield off some sections from the toxic fumes, so the entire station flooded with gas and everyone on board was overcome and were rendered unconscious. With chief of security Odo, who is always over-alert, off to Bajor the danger was realised too late. Usually this sort of mishap isn’t supposed to cause such a huge impact on the entire station but today lots of little mistakes coincided and what began as a small problem grew to a station wide emergency in a matter of minutes. Some doors were locked and ventilation ducts sealed but not nearly enough. After a short period of about fifteen minutes the gas had already spread through the whole station and saturated the air. All inhabitants struggled to breathe and soon after dropped to the floor unconscious. Everywhere people lay sprawled on the floor, leaned on walls or hung over consoles. All was silent except for some computers which every once and a while beeped indicating they were waiting for input. No-one responded, not the slightest stir. In Ops, the control centre of the station, a message was received that a nearby Starfleet vessel was coming to their aid in answer to the distress call. The monitor gave message it would take about one hour for help to arrive. The message was not read, the USS Simona would be too late. 2 Quarantine Back in the sonic shower, Ensign Casparian woke from her concussion. She still felt giddy but she got up and finished showering. The sonic shower had kept running while she was unconscious filtering most of the toxin from the air. The filtering capacity of the sonic shower meant she’d had enough oxygen to breathe, but did inhale some of the dangerous fumes which were now, unknowingly, slowly poisoning her. Of course Casparian knew nothing about this toxin because it was odourless and she had been unconscious as a result of the concussion. She felt the bruise on her head. It was still sore but not bleeding. Even so, she wanted to have it checked by a medic before starting her shift and she had planned to stop by the infirmary this morning anyway. So she dressed in uniform, went to the turbolift and got out on the promenade deck. She had noticed it was very quiet for the time of day but when she looked down the promenade she was shocked by what she saw. She saw fainted people scattered all over the floor, through the entire Promenade. The Ensign stooped to feel the pulse of a man close by the elevator. She became nervous; either she couldn’t find his pulse properly or he no longer had one. She hoped it would be the first. Apparently the toxin had been filtered out of the stations air by the ventilation system for the Ensign had no more problems breathing and she didn’t smell any gas. She actually had no idea what was going on. ‘Was the station being attacked by some alien? Would they still be here? Was this some terrorist attack on the Bajorans?’ she wondered but had no way of telling. ‘What do I do now?’ she thought. She decided to go to the infirmary which was around the corner. * * * At the time of the incident the Chief Medical officer, Dr. Julian Bashir, had quarantined the few people –most of them medical staff-- that had managed to get inside the infirmary. He had locked the doors to keep the gas outside but, just as the other crewmembers, they had not been quick enough either. Bashir wouldn’t close the doors while people were still coming in and when he finally did, the quarantine had no more effect. Now, Ensign Casparian standing outside the infirmary, couldn’t come in anymore. The Doctor was inside, unconscious, and the medical officers are the only ones able to override quarantine locks. Medical officers...and Engineering Advisors. Ensign Romyana Casparian had gained a position on the station by request only a few months ago. She was still a second year student of the Academy but she wanted to get real life working experience in space. She was assigned to Deep Space Nine as an Engineering Advisor, a position created by Commander Sisko especially for her, because she was not able to do any real engineering duties yet. Her duty now was to observe all the engineering works, do calculations and give ‘advice’. Also she was asked by Chief O’Brien himself to write the weekly duty reports. His excuse was that she observed the engineers anyway and would be no extra trouble to write what they did. But actually the Chief hated to do these things himself. Sisko didn’t complain because now he would finally get a weekly engineering report something O’Brien usually forgot do. Because of this extra job she knew about some of the access codes ordinarily not known to ensigns. Frantically she manipulated the console next to the door and succeeded in overriding the quarantine lock. She hoped she could wake the people inside to tell her what had been going on. She quickly felt all the pulses and shook them to wake them up but none responded. Last, anxiously she kneeled down near the doctor and felt his pulse. Tears began running down her cheeks silently as she waited for a heartbeat, however faint. Then she broke out in tears, lifted Julians head and wiped off some blood from the cut in his brow. She had felt his pulse and knew he was still alive. She was relieved to know there was still some hope. At least she was not alone anymore. “I’m sorry, Julian. I cannot help you, I am no doctor.” she said softly. “But I can send a distress call from Ops and get help.” She stood up and left the infirmary. When entering the command centre of the station called ‘Ops’, the Ensign heard the message sent by the Simona repeating itself over and over. By now Romyana was regularly coughing and she began to feel very warm and dizzy. Carefully she removed Jadzia, who had dropped over her console after sending the distress call, and the Ensign hailed the USS Simona herself. She briefed the Captain on the situation on the station, as best as she could. The Captain in his turn told her know they had found traces of a toxic gas, which he suspected to be the cause of the incident. The doctor from the USS Simona, a hospital ship very capable of coping with many patients at a time, let the Ensign know she was most likely being poisoned by small amounts of the toxin and would need treatment for it as soon as possible. “The ship will arrive in ten minutes. Go back to the infirmary and wait there for our medical staff to arrive. Oh and...Well done, Ensign.” Captain Pierce said finally. * * * The Ensign returned to the infirmary coughing, sweating and extremely exhausted. She sat down next to doctor Bashir and stroked his forehead with her hand. The Ensign startled –the doctor felt so very cold! Did he die while she was calling for help in Ops? “Did he die after all, so close to help?” she said to herself not really believing the tragedy and raised her hand to her mouth of fright. Then she realised it was she who had an elevated temperature instead of the doctor being so cold. Her temperature had risen to a high fever now. She was feeling so ill that she wished she had not postponed her visit to the doctor yesterday. She thought back at the conversation she had with Bashir the other day when she passed by him that evening on her way home after a hard days work. He had noticed her coughing and approached her about it. The doctor suspected it was something that could become serious, but she told him she had more important work to do tomorrow and could not afford to be sick. He advised her to stay home one day to sweat it off and come to him in case it would get any worse. But she didn’t do that, she went to work that day, already feeling ill. “But I wouldn’t listen.” Romyana whispered to the unconscious doctor. She was so ill now that she could barely keep herself upright and the fever made her shiver uncontrollably. “You were right, Julian, but I was afraid.” Then --just as promised-- help arrived, and knowing that they were safe now, Romyana restfully closed her eyes as she and Julian were picked up and carried away by the USS Simona’s medical team. 3 Monster Romyana woke up a little while later, though she didn’t open her eyes yet. She had not the strength for it. She heard many voices and lots of beeps from equipment. Close by a doctor and a nurse were talking about her but she couldn’t concentrate on their conversation. She let them do. Then she focussed on a more distant voice. “Wait, let me see that.” It was Dr. Julian Bashir, she recognised. “Ok, that’s better. Go ahead.” he ordered. He was lying in a bed a little to the left of Romyana, though he was wide awake and keeping a close eye on the nurses as if they were his own staff. They were in the USS Simona’s sickbay now, where all the Starfleet personnel from the station was taken to be treated and recover from the effects of the toxic gas. The ensign heard herself panting and a high squeaky noise coming from her throat. Slowly she turned her head towards the left and opened her eyes. She had to blink a few times to get them focussed. There she saw Julian Bashir sitting on a sickbed himself. It was a strange sight. He was wearing pyjama’s as the rest of the patients but it didn’t suit him at all. She was used to see him in uniform alongside a bed, not being a patient himself. Though it was kind of funny, it was also a revealing sight. At this moment Romyana saw a different side of him, she saw the person in him. On the station he was always the doctor and behaved like that, but here he had to do what the nurses told him and he was now a patient like everyone else. As if he felt she was looking at him, Julian stopped following the nurses movements and turned to look at Romyana. The cut on his forehead had been cleaned and closed. He gave a little smile. Then –only for a second-- he looked up to something behind her and when he looked back at her, there was a worried look on his face. Then Romyana felt a cold hand on the side of her head and a hypospray in her neck, he eyes slowly closed again. * * * It seemed from Romyana’s view that there would be very many casualties due to the disastrous ags leak, but this was luckily not the case. Because the dense gas caused most people to suffocate immediately, no big quantities of toxin came into their respiratory systems. After they were revived their bodies were able to clear their blood of toxin on their own. There were only a few crew members which could, unfortunately, not be revived again. For them it had taken too long for help to arrive. There had been two unfortunate cases where a crewman received fatal injuries when becoming unconscious and making an unlucky tumble. They suffered from internal haemorrhaging due to their fall. The rest of the crew members and station residents were released having sustained only minor injuries. The USS Simona left after Commander Sisko and his senior officers had returned to the station later that evening and having briefed them about the whole affair. * * * One day later almost everyone was back on duty and things had returned to as normal as possible. The only one still in the infirmary was Ensign Casparian, she had not yet recovered. The doctor had explained to Commander Sisko that it was because she had a bad case of flu and that the toxin she inhaled was only worsening her condition. But the flu-virus had to be gone first before the medicine against the poisoning could be administered. “It will be a battle but I am confident she will win it.” Sisko said. “Hm.” Bashir agreed. “I’ve read her medical file; she’s a fighter.” “Keep me posted, Doctor.” the Commander replied before he left the infirmary. The remainder of that day Romyana was still struggling with the fever and Dr. Bashir would come and check on her every once and a while. There was not much progress in her condition, which didn’t put the doctor in a good mood. That night when he was briefing the night shift, Romyana woke up. He shortly told her what was going on and how the treatment would go, but the way the Ensign stared at him troubled Julian. It was as if she was afraid of something. Not simply a little scared, but thoroughly petrified. “Don’t worry.” he said to make her feel better. “Now the fever has gone we can treat the toxin and you will be fine in the morning.” But it didn’t comfort her at all. Her eyes shifted anxiously now, she dare not look at him. She saw the nurse prepare a hypospray and the other doctor asked Bashir if she should give the Ensign a sedative. He looked at his patient and asked shortly “Pain?” Briskly Romyana shook her head and to her relief Dr. Bashir slowly said “No. This will do for the night.” Then he left and the lights were dimmed. * * * Bashir went to the Replicator Restaurant where the senior staff usually meets after their shifts to share a drink and chat. He sat down at the table where Jadzia Dax had already settled. Bashir was still troubled about the Ensign’s strange behaviour and after having replicated himself a drink of Andorian Ale and a Raktajino for Dax, he asked her for advice. “Oh, I can’t figure it out, Jadzia. What is the matter with me? This girl in the infirmary kept staring at me today.” “Well, you’re not the ugliest person to stare at, for a girl. It’s no disease, if that is where you’re worried about.” “No. Not like that, scared. As if she looks upon me as some mean monster.” “Then she’s not far off, wise girl.” “Oh come on! Be serious. I don’t tell you this to be laughed at.” “Alright, Julian. Maybe she is still in shock of this trauma of yesterday.” “Could be, but it got worse when she saw the hypospray. She totally panicked and only when I said it was not necessary she calmed down.” “Then she simply has a problem with hyposprays. Why are you so affected by this? I am more worried about you, you are normally not so troubled about such a trifle.” “This deep fear in her eyes….” “You know what? Why don’t you go ask her in the morning what it is she is so afraid of. Then you will know and let it go.” “Yes I’ll do that.” Bashir finished his drink in one gulp. Jadzia raised her eyebrows with a little smile. As a Trill symbiont she had a couple of centuries of experience to fall back on and she knew exactly why Julian was feeling troubled about such a small and simple thing. It would solve itself before the end of the day, Jadzia predicted to herself. With a deep sigh the doctor stood up and went to play a game of darts with O’Brien, who had just arrived back from his holiday leave. They talked about Miles’ vacation, but Julian was still troubled and he didn’t really listen to what his friend had to say. Finally, Julian lost the game of darts too. 4 Hypospray That morning the doctor went to the infirmary early to update some medical records. He couldn’t quite concentrate though, it irritated him. He’d already had a quarrel with the night shift nurse and sent her away early. He stared blank at the flatscreen in front of him for some time. Then he had an idea of what the problem might be. He closed the files and went to check on the Ensign. She had been awake for a while and noticed the doctor right away when he came sneaking around the corner. He was surprised about this reaction and to conceal this he forced a quick “Good Morning” and a little smile. Romyana gave him a quick smile back but no more. Bashir carefully walked up to her bed. “What is it? If you’re in pain I can give … “ he said. “No. I …” she interrupted him, but stopped. “I can see it in your eyes.” Bashir said finally. “Fear.” “Yes.” she said sadly. “Of doctors.” Bashir added. Romyana gave a guilty looking glance. “Oh, but it’s not you, personally. I mean …” she couldn’t quite explain it. “I know what you mean. I used to be afraid of doctors too. To me, they seemed so powerful; able to decide over life and death. But now I am one myself I understand that this is not really true. A doctor cannot decide, he can only try. Try his best.” Bashir told her explaining how he got over his own fear. “When I read through your medical file again this morning I realised where this anxiety might originate from. You were in hospital for over a year when you were just a child.” “Indeed. It was not pleasant.” she added ruefully. “I can imagine, not everyone is as good as I am.” Bashir said, she laughed and he walked over to a monitor and checked some readings. “But there is always so much pain and sorrow around doctors and in hospitals. Everyone you see is sick, don’t you get depressed by that?” Romyana asked while the doctor was looking at the screen. “Well, sometimes. When I couldn’t help my patients, but usually I am rewarded by their thanks once they are better. It just feels good to be able to help people in need. That’s why most decide to become a doctor. They might seem harsh from the outside but they are the most caring persons inside.” Bashir replied, still reading. “Yes, you are a good person. I’ve seen it.” Romyana said. “On the Simona?” Bashir guessed correctly, he already had a hunch about that particular moment. “Yes, you were not a doctor then. You were just as much a patient as everyone else.” she said. The doctor walked over to a table at the opposite side of the room. After a short while he said, “Well, I think I can dismiss you today. It is always a good sign when patients begin talking a lot.” he joked. “I do feel better now.” Romyana said. “And you’re not afraid anymore? At least, of me?” he asked, still facing away from the Ensign. “Hm, no. Not anymore.” she replied. Dr. Bashir picked up something from the table and turned around to face the Ensign again. “Good.” he said with a broad grin on his face and he held up a hypospray. Romyana’s good mood changed as lightning and she looked at him in utter shock and anger.. “Just kidding!” Bashir said and put the instrument back. “I trusted you!” the Ensign called to him –now in clearly faked anger-- and they both laughed. “Women always react heavily around me.” Bashir said to himself. * * * Ensign Casparian was dismissed from infirmary that same day and returned to full duty the day after. Chief Engineer O’Brien and Commander Sisko made a special entry in her personnel file, rewarding her excellent handling during this emergency situation. “So you see, Zyllah. Everyone is afraid of something, but that doesn’t mean you have to cower away from it. If you face your fear, like I did then, you can learn not to panic and stay calm even though you still feel uneasy.” grandmother concluded. “Are you not afraid of doctors and hyposprays anymore then grandmother?” the girl asked and her eyes were big with awe. “Oh I still am, very much so, but I don’t let it stand in my way of anything anymore, especially friendships. I can control my fear now and you can too. If you get to know a bit more about what a thunderstorm is, why it forms and how it behaves, then you can at least wait it out without panicking, ‘cause there will come a time when your mother or I will not always be there to run to and you might have to be strong to comfort your own children of their fear someday.” “That was a nice story, Grandma. Tell me another please.” “Thank you Zyllah, but no more story telling for tonight. The storm is almost gone now, the thunder is far away, you can get back to your own bed now and try to get back to sleep.” Grandmother said and took the little girl back to bed and tucked her in. “But—“ Zyllah protested “I want to know more about the handsome doctor and his grumpy friend, the clever woman who has a hundred years of memories and I want to know about—you, grandma. All the things you saw in space. Please tell me more.” “Later, my love. Another time I will continue the story, but for now; goodnight.” * * * * * Other books in the To Be Continued series: TRIP ACCUSATIONS AT THE ACADEMY DO AS YOU MUST AGITATION CARRY ON ONE MORE ADVENTURE SIMONA * * * * * Other books of the same writer: Becky Miller ~ Tales from the Blue Box ~ The Daughter Mirror Mirror Breakdown Diversion ~ Miscellaneous ~ What a Wonderful World Miller’s Moments of the Mind * * * * * Credits: This story is based on the television series Star Trek: Deep Space Nine. Star Trek is owned by Paramount and created by Gene Roddenberry. No permission was asked, though authenticity was maintained as much as possible. No infringement intended. Some characters and most happenings do not occur in the original tv series and were added freely by the author. This document or any of its content may not be reproduced or profitably sold in any way without written permission of the copyright and trademark owners. Becky Miller 2005- 2009.