Okay, this is a Smallville / Star Trek: The Next Generation crossover, of all things. Yes, I know that sounds way out ther, but please read it. I think fans of both will enjoy it. Also, please go easy on me; this is my first Smallville fic. One of my friends, who is a much bigger Smallville fan than I am, is helping me with this, so I give her equal credit for this story. Her pen name is MollyLucyTyler, and her name is Morgan. I'm Kaitlyn. Anyway, I guess you could say that this is kind of a co-author, but whatever.

This story starts out in the firstseason, but then skips to the fourth. I know that sounds weird, but you'll see. I think it will be interesting, so please read! And please review! I want to know what you think whether it's good or bad!


Seven-year-old Morgan looked out the window of her family's SUV at the house their house in Smallville, Kansas, which they were about to leave for good.

Her dad turned around in the driver's seat to look at her. "I'm sorry we had to move on your birthday, sweetheart," he said sympathetically.

"It's okay, daddy," the little girl said, giving her parents a smile. "I'll make new friends in Metropolis. And we can come back and visit, can't we?"

"Of course," her mother said. With that, the vehicle pulled out of the driveway, and headed toward their new home. But not five minutes down the road, everything fell apart.

"Daddy, what's that?" Morgan asked, pointing toward the sky through the window.

"What is what, Morgan?" her dad asked, glancing up out the windshield. Her mom did the same.

"Sam!" she cried suddenly.

"Oh my-!" Morgan's dad said. He swerved off the road just as a huge…something, landed in the middle of the road with a deafening crash, flinging debris everywhere. The SUV stopped when it ran into the ditch, and thankfully no one was hurt and the vehicle wasn't seriously damaged.

"Stay in the car, Angie!" Sam said as he jumped out. He looked up, shading his eyes against the sun, and then realized what the large object had been. It was a meteor. As he stared in horror, hundreds more were falling all over Smallville. He jumped back into the vehicle with his family.

"What's going on!" Angie said frantically, eyes wide.

"I don't know," Sam said.

Morgan, in the back seat, stared up and out the window next to her as the meteors fell and chaos broke out all around them, shivering in fear. But finally, as suddenly as it had started, it was all over.

Kaitlyn looked out the window of her dad's office in the skyscraper in Metropolis that same day. She didn't have school today so he had brought her here with him, since he had some extra work to be done. The view from hid high window had always fascinated her. She could see for miles, and could even make out Smallville from up here. It was always the same when her dad brought her here. She would look out the windows for a while, then read or play or say hello to her friends. She knew most of her father's co-workers, and even though she was only six she had many friends among them.

But today was not to be the same. Before her eyes, what seemed from a distance to be small rocks or something began to fall from the sky, bombarding Smallville.

"Daddy!" Kaitlyn cried. The man looked up from his desk.

"What in the world!" he gasped.

Later that day, Faith sat on the couch in her home in the suburbs of Metropolis; playing with her dolls as her mom watched TV. Her father was still at work. Her mom switched to the news channel, and immediately sat up straighter in her chair. She listened to the report from Smallville for a moment, and then gasped.

"Omigosh!" she yelped.

"What is it, mommy?" Faith asked.

"Huh? Oh, um…. Well, honey," she said, trying to decide how to explain it to her young daughter. "A…bunch of…rocks…. fell in Smallville."

"Big rocks?" Faith asked.

"Well, yes, I'm sure they were pretty big…." The woman said nervously, glancing back at the TV screen, where they were now showing footage of the catastrophe. "I hope no one was hurt…" she added quietly.

Twelve Years Later

Morgan dropped onto the couch in the living room or the apartment she shared with her two best friends, Kaitlyn and Faith. The place was a decent accommodation in the suburbs of Metropolis, and was conveniently near their college. The three girls were renting it together while they went to school. Morgan was a sophomore while her friends were freshmen.

It had been another hectic day, and Morgan sighed as she picked up the remote from the coffee table and clicked the TV on. It was tuned to the evening news, and as soon as the picture appeared and she heard the current story, she frowned and called to her friends.

"Hey guys!" she called. "Come in here, there's something interesting on the news!"

Faith and Kaitlyn hurried in from the kitchen where they had still been eating.

"What is it?" Kaitlyn asked, leaning over the back of the couch.

"Just look," Morgan said, pointing to the screen. "Something else weird happened in Smallville."

"Oh good grief," Faith said. "What hasn't happened there?"

"I'm sure there's plenty that hasn't," Kaitlyn said in mild annoyance. "Now come on, Morgan, change the channel already. Star Trek has probably already started."

"All right, all right," Morgan replied. Then she changed the channel to what they always watched on weekday nights, and the familiar sound of the theme music for Star Trek: The Next Generation wafted into the room. "Oh darn, we missed the first part," she pouted.

"It doesn't matter. We've seen just about every episode," Faith said.

But then, as the commercials came on, a strange, yet somehow familiar sound resonated in the back of the room and all three girls jumped in surprise, whirling around to face the direction it was coming from. A column of sparkling light appeared, and soon a form took shape, solidifying into a person. The mouths of all three girls dropped open when they saw what, or, more precisely, who, was standing in their living room. The sight was surreal, but they couldn't deny what they were seeing.

It was Captain Jean-Luc Picard of the Enterprise-E.

At least, that's whom he looked like.

"Good evening, ladies," the captain said. "I'm sorry; I didn't mean to frighten you."