“Hmmm…wha…?”

After spending a night in sickbay, Honney862002 opened her eyes a bit. Everything was blurry at first, but after a few minutes, she started to see shapes.

“Kes?” she mumbled

“I see you finally decided to join us?” a male voice suddenly said

“Doc?”

“At least your memory is still functioning, I see”

“What happened?”

“Well,” he said in an almost cheerful voice “You and few other students had an allergic reaction to yesterday’s Plomeek-soup-with-a-talaxian-twist.”

“You mean those girls?” Honney (A/N: I hope you don’t mind, but I’m just going to call you that, those numbers are a pain to type) asked, while glancing at three unconscious figures lying on the biobeds on her right

“Yes, but unfortunately they weren’t…as lucky as you were”

“EEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEKKKK!”

“DOCTOR!” Kes shouted

“Hmmpf, no one here can take a little joke anymore...”

“We’re not dead!”

They all turned around. The girls had finally woken up and looked pretty annoyed.

“Even though it was a close call… I told you we should’ve taken our chances with the blue stuff, but noooooooooooo! YOU had to try that Vulcan mud of Doom!”

“It was your idea!”

“No it wasn’t!”

“But I didn’t…”

Both of them started to glare at the third girl.

“H-hey…come on guys…” she laughed nervously

“GET HER!”

“YIKES!”

After a few minutes of fighting (and almost destroying half of sickbay), they finally decided to stop. The bickering authoresses realized that violence never really was the answer, and that they were mature enough to solve their problems in a more sophisticated manner. The Doctor threatening to go to the Captain and have their replicator rations taken away for three weeks, also helped.

“KayB to Honney!”

A bit startled, Honney tapped her combadge

“Uhm…Honney here!”

“Dude! Where are you!”

“In sickbay, remember?”

“Well, get over here you’re going to be late!”

“Late for wha….”

Suddenly, it hit her. Their first lesson! With all the confusion, she almost forgot!

“Now what are we going to do!” she yelled at no one in particular.

“Wait a minute, I have our timetable somewhere here in my pocket…” one of the girls mumbled “Ah! Here it is!”

They all looked at the datapad:

Time: 08.00

Teacher: Seven of Nine

Location: Astrometrics lab

Class: OC development

“AAAAAH!” Honney panicked “It’s 08.05! We’re never gonna….”

But before she could finish her sentence, a blue light engulfed them, and a few seconds later…

“Welcome to Astrometrics, please take your seats” a female voice came from behind them

“Uhm…how did we…”

“Hey, no fair!” Someone shouted from the back of the class. “Why do they get to use the transporters!”

“5 of 11! Return to your seat”

“I am not ‘5 of 11’! My name is Darknin…”

“They have been transported here with permission from the Doctor, but it will not happen again. I expect everyone to attend my class on time”

“I feel an ‘or else’ coming…” Honney whispered. The others swallowed and glanced uneasily at the ex-drone

“Honney!”

“Y-yes?”

“You designation will be 8 of 11. Firebirdgirl, your designation will be 9 of 11. Feathergriffin, your designation will be 10 of 11. Slayer, your designation will be 11 of 11”

“Wait a minute! I like my name!”

“Names are irrelevant. Designations are more efficient. You will adapt.”

“Argh…”

They all took their seats, and waited for the lesson to begin.

My designation is Seven of Nine, and I will be teaching you OC-development.

“Seven,” Aseawen asked, “what’s an ‘OC’?”

“2 of 11! You will raise your hand before you ask a question!”

Aseawen grumbled and raised her hand.

“2 of 11?”

“What…(sigh)… is an OC?”

“OC is the abbreviation of ‘Own Character’. You will learn how to create and perfect one”

“COOL! I’m SO going to ace this class!”

“Incorrect”

“Excuse me?”

Seven walked over to the monitor (you know, that big one on the wall) and called up a few text files. They immediately recognized a few of them as their own fanfictions, but there were also a lot of files none of them could identify.

“What you see here, are your fanfictions. They are unacceptable and insufficient. ‘Acing’ this class with your current writing skills is unlikely”

“Wait a minute… GROSS!“ SuperSanne exclaimed after studying the screen “‘The way she looked at me’ is Doec’s, and I created ‘Beam me up Goku?’, but who ON EARTH wrote ‘If I had only nine years to live: a Kes/Borg Queen romance’?”

“That would be 4 of 11”

“?”

Seven sighed.

“Istarwyn”

“HEY!” Istarwyn shrieked “That isn’t me! I never even wrote a Voyager fic! I’m not even sure why I’m here…”

“Q has the ability to travel through time and space”

“And?”

“He has seen your future selves, wreaking havoc on various fanfiction websites by posting hundreds of flawed and imperfect stories that you thought were ‘original’. We will prevent that from happening”

“What about the prime directive?”

Seven slowly turned around and glared darkly at her.