Star Trek 7: Generations Page #6

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Just keep moving.

-On the ground.

-Everybody on the bed!

I have re-routed auxiliary power

to the lateral thrusters.

Attempting to level our descent.

All hands, brace for impact!

-Hold on, everybody. Hold on tight.

-Hold their heads.

I'm okay.

What... What is this? Where am I?

-Surprise!

-We love you, Father.

-Were you scared?

-Look at the tree.

-I helped decorate it.

-It took all day.

-Say, "Merry Christmas," Papa.

-See the presents?

-I love you, Father.

-I love you, too.

Come on, children. Let's move back

and give your father some room.

-Cup of Earl Grey?

-That would be perfect.

-This one's for you.

-Thank you very much, Ren.

-Merry Christmas, Uncle.

-And Merry Christmas to you, too.

Ren, can you help me with the table?

Ren!

Come here.

Go help your aunt.

Did you get anything else?

This isn't right.

-This can't be real.

-It's as real as you want it to be.

Guinan, what's going on?

-Why am I here?

-You're in the Nexus.

-This is the Nexus?

-For you. This is what you wanted.

But I never had a home like this.

Nor a wife and children,

but these are all mine.

Guinan, what are you doing here?

I thought you were on board

the Enterprise.

I am. I'm also here.

Think of me as an echo

of the person you know,

a part of herself she left behind.

When the Enterprise-B

beamed you up from the Lakul.

-Papa, help me build my castle.

-Yes, I will in a few minutes.

Papa, thank you for the dolly.

She's very beautiful.

These are my children.

These are my children.

Of course. Time has no meaning here,

so you can go back and see them born

or go forward

and see your grandchildren.

Dinner's ready, everyone.

-Yay!

-Yay!

Mama, can I...

-Dinner's ready, Papa.

-Yes, of course. Come on, Thomas.

It's your favorite.

Go on. Go on without me.

Guinan, can I leave the Nexus?

-Where would you go?

-I don't understand.

Well, as I said,

time has no meaning here.

So, if you leave,

you can go anywhere, any time.

All right,

I know exactly where I want to go.

To the mountaintop on Veridian III

just before Soran destroyed the star.

I have to stop him, but I need help.

Now, if you were

to come back with me, together...

I can't leave.

I'm there already, remember?

But I bet I know someone who can.

And from his point of view,

he just got here, too.

Kirk.

James T. Kirk.

Beautiful day.

Yes, it certainly is.

Would you mind?

Captain, I'm wondering, do you realize...

Hold on a minute.

Do you smell something burning?

Looks like somebody was trying

to cook some eggs. Come on in.

It's all right. It's my house.

At least it used to be.

I sold it years ago.

I'm Captain Jean-Luc Picard

of the Starship Enterprise.

The clock.

I gave this clock to Bones.

I'm from what you would consider

the future, the 24th century.

Butler!

Butler.

How can you be here?

He's been dead seven years.

Come on, Jim. I'm starving.

How long are you gonna

be rattling around in that kitchen?

Antonia.

What are you talking about? The future?

This is the past.

This is nine years ago.

The day I told her

I was going back to Starfleet.

And these are Ktarian eggs,

her favorite.

I was preparing them to soften the blow.

I know how real this must seem to you,

but it's not.

This isn't really your house.

We are both of us caught up

in some kind of temporal nexus.

-Dill.

-I beg your pardon?

Dill weed.

In the cabinet, second shelf to the left.

Behind the oregano.

-How long have you been here?

-I don't know.

I was aboard the Enterprise-B

in the Deflector Control Room and...

Stir these, will you?

The bulkhead

in front of me disappeared,

and then I found myself out there,

just now, chopping wood

right before you walked up.

Thanks.

Look, history records

that you died saving the Enterprise-B

from an energy ribbon 80 years ago.

You say this is the 24th century?

-And I'm dead?

-Not exactly. As I said,

-this is some kind of temporal nexus.

-Temporal nexus, yes, I heard you.

-I...

-Something is missing.

Captain, look, I need your help.

I want you to leave the Nexus with me.

We have to go back to a planet,

Veridian III.

We have to stop a man called Soran

from destroying a star.

Millions of lives are at stake.

You say history considers me dead.

Who am I to argue with history?

You're a Starfleet officer!

You have a duty.

I don't need to be lectured by you.

I was out saving the galaxy

when your grandfather was in diapers.

Besides which,

I think the galaxy owes me one.

Oh, yeah.

I was like you once,

so worried about duty and obligation

I couldn't see past my own uniform.

And what did it get me?

An empty house.

Not this time.

This time I'm gonna walk up

these stairs, march into that bedroom

and tell Antonia I want to marry her.

This time it's gonna be different.

-This is not your bedroom.

-No, it's not. It's better.

-Better?

-This is my uncle's barn in Idaho.

I took this horse out for a ride

Like this one.

If I'm right, this is the day I met Antonia.

This Nexus of yours, very clever.

I can start all over again

and do things right from day one.

I must have jumped that 50 times.

Scared the hell out of me each time.

Except this time.

Because it isn't real.

Antonia.

She isn't real either, is she?

Nothing here is. Nothing here matters.

You know,

maybe this isn't about an empty house.

Maybe it's about that empty chair

on the Bridge of the Enterprise.

Ever since I left Starfleet,

I haven't made a difference.

-Captain of the Enterprise?

-That's right.

Close to retirement?

-I'm not planning on it.

-Let me tell you something. Don't.

Don't let them promote you.

Don't let them transfer you.

Don't let them do anything that takes you

off the Bridge of that ship,

because while you're there

you can make a difference.

Come back with me.

Help me stop Soran.

Make a difference again.

Who am I to argue

with the captain of the Enterprise?

What's the name of that planet?

-Veridian III?

-Yes.

I take it the odds are against us

and the situation is grim.

You could say that.

You know, if Spock were here,

he'd say that I was an irrational,

illogical human being

for taking on a mission like that.

Sounds like fun.

I have re-routed auxiliary power

to the lateral thrusters.

Attempting to level our descent.

All hands, brace for impact!

-Just who the hell are you?

-He's James T. Kirk.

Don't you read history?

I've gotta get to the launcher.

-The ribbon will be here in a minute.

-I'll take care of Soran.

Actually, I am familiar with history,

Captain,

and if I'm not too much mistaken,

you're dead.

I thought you were heading

for the launcher.

I changed my mind.

Captain's prerogative.

We need that control pad.

Captain, look.

Where's Soran?

We're running out of time.

Look, the control pad,

it's still on the other side.

I'll get it. You go for the launcher.

No, you'll never make that by yourself.

We have to work together.

We are working together. Trust me. Go.

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