Title: The Most Challenging Case
Summary: When the entire crew, minus Data and Kimberly, fall prey to a virus that's attacking the ship's crew this will prove to be the most challenging case for the daughter of Apollon. The cure, it turns out, is in a surprising place. Can one girl save over a thousand lives or will she fail? Not if she has anything to say about it. Crossover of Percy Jackson.
Disclaimer: I don't own any of Riordan's characters or Paramount and I'm making nothing from this.
Mortals are a very strange group of people. When I arrived on the Enterprise with my mother, who was joining Dr. Crusher's medical team, I had no idea what was going to happen from one day to the next. My mother worked long hours and I kept myself occupied by reading medical books and watching video's about the human body. My name is Kimberly Watch, daughter of Apollon, and the most promising healer at Camp Half-blood. I'm also only fourteen.
Of course when I was with my mother I wasn't even allowed near a hypospray. On the day that everything went in each direction I was to go to sickbay to get a shot so that I could attend school. When the lift doors opened I found a crew member on the floor. I went over to check his pulse and saw that he was still alive. Due to being a demigod I was able to lift him and take him to sickbay. That's when I saw that everyone was on the floor, including my own mother.
I placed him on the bed and checked everyone's pulse. They were still alive but I could tell they were sick. Really, really, sick. I touched my mother's combadge and said, "Kimberly to the Bridge."
"Data here," someone said.
"Is everyone on the bridge out?" I asked him, knowing that I had to establish if anyone else was affected.
"That would be correct," he answered.
"Everyone in sickbay is out as well," I told him. "We need to find out if this has spread through the whole ship."
"Who are you?"
"I'm Ensign Watch's daughter," I told him. "And it looks like, if I think what has happened has happened, that we're the only ones that haven't been infected."
"Do you have any medical training?"
"You could say that," I answered. "Look, we need to work together but I have a feeling it's only going to get worse."
"I agree," Data said. "I will transport the bridge crew to Cargo bay four."
"I'll head to Engineering to see if there is anyone else that's still awake," I told him. "And then we need to find out exactly what infected them. If it's engineered or if they got it from an away mission."
I grabbed my mother's badge and put it on. It was time for me to get to work.
By time all was said and done everyone on the ship, minus me and Data, were laying on the floor in both Cargo bay four and three. I had grabbed a med kit to assess what was going on. The whole thing was way too puzzling for my taste. All of their vitals were normal, but they weren't responding. Like I had assumed, the both of us were the only ones that hadn't been infected.
"How are you able to do this?" Data asked.
"I'm a demigod, Data," I told him. "My father is Apollon, Greek god of healing. I've been taking care of people for several years now. I know just as much about the human body as your Dr. Crusher. In-fact you have to know how to heal in-order to do any good. Wouldn't want to disappoint dear old dad. I need to get a sample of their blood and then we'll see what it shows."
I grabbed something from my own kit and connected it to a small vial and pressed it against one of the crew members neck. The blood came out and I could tell that it wasn't normal. In-fact it looked brown.
"What, in the name of the gods, has gotten into their blood?" I asked Data.
Brown blood, not normal.
I took the sample back to sickbay and used something that my cousin had created to override Dr. Crusher's commands. It allowed me full access to what I needed to test. When Data joined me we were both front-row seats to what had to be the nastiest little bug that I had ever seen. It was brown, long, and had more legs than I had ever seen in my life.
"Gods, it looks like something right out of a horror movie," I remarked.
"It does not look like anything that is on file," he said.
"Mr. Data I think we've discovered something new," I told him. "I've got an idea."
We needed to find out how it interacted with normal, healthy, cells and so I drew a sample of my blood. Adding a bit of the polluted blood to it we watched. To my shock, and surprise, the virus died at once.
"It seems we now knew how you were not infected," Data told me.
"Or I was and it didn't like dinner," I told him. "What if I used my blood to develop a cure for the virus."
"I doubt it would work."
"We have to try something," I told him. "I'm not about to have a ship full of dead bodies all around me. Of course we need to find out how I'm immune from the virus."
"Have you ever gotten sick?" Data asked me.
I stared at him and said, "Now that you mentioned, I never have. Maybe I'm immune from virus and bacteria?"
"That could be," he said. "I think we should look at your immune system and see what is enabling your apparent immunity."
"Sounds like a good idea to me."
It seems that the immune system of a demigod is different from the immune system of a moral. As I looked at what Data was doing I saw huge blobs of what looked like gold. I knew right away that this was Ichor, or the blood of the gods.
"It seems that the Ichor is coating my DNA," I told him. "And my cells as well."
"The virus looks as though it attacks the DNA of the victim," Data reasoned. "What remains of their blood shows a complete breakdown of their DNA. It looks as though the coating is the only defense that you have."
I looked at it and said, "Maybe I could use the Ichor to make a base for an antidote,"
"Even if it will work, it might not work on everyone."
"Got any better ideas?" I asked him.
He looked at me for a moment and then answered, "None, that I know of."
"Well then, let's get to work."
I had to be drained of one litter of blood to produce the base that was needed. As I munched on a banana I worked on removing the Ichor from my blood. It was a very time consuming process that made me sleep more than I had before. When the process was complete and said, "Mr. Data, is there a record of the crew member's DNA before the virus arrived?"
"Ever since the crew devolved a record of their original DNA has been kept on file after they were cured," Data said. "I think I am getting where this is going."
"Let's introduced the virus to one of the samples and see if the Ichor works on it," I told him. "If it does, then we can see if it works on our victims."
Data brought up the sample and introduced the virus do it.
"Computer, subject the virus to the Ichor antidote," I told it.
"Processing," the computer said. "Virus has been destroyed, restoring DNA back to normal."
As it worked I heard a voice inside my head, "I'm so proud of you, my darling little girl."
"Who were you talking to?" Data asked me.
"My dad," I said. "He's proud of me."
"This needs to be done one at a time," Data told me. "It looks like it can not be administered in the air."
"Well then, let's get going."
The drive that I had to cure those that had been hurt by this virus made giving the doses more of a meaning. The first ones to get the dose was the Senior Staff. Then we moved onto the others. It took twelve hours to get it done, but Data was a huge help. It was nice to feel useful. It took a week for everyone to recover from the virus that Data determined had come on-board during the last away mission. I also discovered that the Ichor inside the body of a child of Athena was different than from a child of Zeus.
"So the healing powers of my Ichor was the key," I said to my father.
"That would be correct," he said. "The crew will not suffer any effects from you using your Ichor to rid them of the virus."
"I'm glad," I said.
Apollon put his hand on my shoulder and said, "You're going to make a great Doctor. Take advantage of the chance of becoming one."
"I promise," I said.
I turned around so that my father could leave.
I wasn't surprised when I walked into the living area and found my mother standing there. She seem to know when I needed alone time with dad. She smiled at me and said, "Your needed on the Bridge."
"Did I do something wrong?" I asked her.
"Of course not," she said. "And trust me, I wouldn't lie about that."
I had never been on the bridge, as it wasn't a place for children. However, I respected the Captain. He reminded me of all the children of Athena that I had ever met. I took a deep breath and she walked me past the others to a set of doors.
"Honey, you look like your about to pass out," she said.
"I'm just nervous," I told her. "I mean; I'm going to meet the Captain."
"Well you weren't nervous when you gave him the cure."
"That's because he was knocked out," I told her.
"Don't worry, he only pretends to be intimidating," she assured me.
When we entered I had to take a thousand deep breaths.
"Captain, my daughter."
He looked at me and said, "Mr. Data has told me that your blood cured us of the virus."
"Y-Y-Yes sir," I stammered.
"If it hadn't come from Data's own mouth I wouldn't believe that it was even possible."
"I've talked with the Captain and he thinks that you should learn more about medicine in sickbay," the Doctor told me.
"I was advised that would be a good idea to the benefit of all by a visit from your father," he said. "The man has an insane set of white teeth."
I had to laugh at that and said, "Yeah, he's got an insane set of white teeth. He's also the best healer, ever."
Glad someone picked that up.
"He told me that you have a natural talent for healing others," Picard said. "And from what happened with us, and the fact that you were able to cure us, I must admit that he's probably right."
"I told the Captain that without your help everyone on the ship would have died."
"Thanks," I said.
"However, I don't allow anyone in my sickbay unless they have the rank of Ensign," the Doctor said. "I do have a reputation to uphold."
"Yes, ma'am," I said.
"Since it was you that saved over a thousand lives I'm doing the same thing for you that I did for Wesley. You have the honorary rank of Ensign and you will work with Dr. Crusher in sickbay and learn from her."
I learned, after I had recovered from that, embarrassing situation, that honorary ensigns didn't have to wear a uniform. I mentally thanked my father for convincing them to give me a chance. To become the one thing that I had always wanted to be in my life. A healer, a doctor, someone that made a real difference out there.
Out there, among the stars.
A/N: I hope that you enjoy this one shot. I was thinking about doing a story about her day to day life, including several people that everyone knows and the ups and downs of being an honorary Ensign. I think it would be fun.