ten_fwd | [Medbay]

Trances nods to Beverly. "Let's get to work then. " Neither of them would let Harper die. Trance just hoped she didn't have to work against Q to make reality fit her own version of it. Just in case they didn't succeed. There was always the chance this wasn't real. But she had to play it out like it was.

The avatar sat down at a console, busy replicating nanos from Harper's device, programming them via the console and injecting them into the hypospray. She just hoped Dr. Crusher's plan worked. Trance hated to think what the nanos would do if the Magog larvae weren't completely extracted when they started to repair the damage.

With everything functioning at optimum, it gives Beverly the time to do her work and check it twice before moving them. As soon as Harper is removed from the stasis unit, they'll have to move fast.

"All right, let's get him to Transporter Room 8," she says, letting a team of nurses push the unit to the hall. "Trance, are you ready?"

"Ready here." Trance nodded, getting up, and grabbing the now full hypo. Watching Dr. Crusher she ran toward the door and followed the team of nurses(and Harper) to the destination.

It isn't far down the hall. The transporter room is clear of any equipment besides the control terminal and the transporter pad. The nurses wheel Harper to the center of the room, and get to work.

Chief O'Brien steps forward when Beverly and Trance enter.

"I've sent you all the information I've logged on him so far," Beverly says, looking worried. "He's not a species we've ever dealt with before."

O'Brien nods. "It should be enough." He glances at Trance briefly, but his following words are as much directed at her as they are Dr. Crusher. "You are aware of the dangers?"

Actually Harper was very human. But the eggs nesting inside him weren't so Trance didn't argue. In response to Dr. Crusher's question, however, she turned her head and put a hand on the force lance at her thigh.

"Harper's going to die if we do nothing. If he does die as a result of this, then I wont have to shoot him." She really, really didn't want to shoot her best friend.

O'Brien looks grim.

"Right, then," he nods, turning back to his console. "These 'Magog' eggs are everywhere, as you know. Parasitic, and while it is possible to successfully separate them from the boy's body by targeting their unique DNA, they are so deeply embedded in some areas that I've had to pull from a healthy human's internal readings to make up for what I couldn't discern from his."

He pulls everything up on the display in front of him, fingers moving fast at the controls. "If everything goes well, the transporters will carry him from one pad on the platform to another, taking no more than a few seconds. The biofilters, with luck, will remove all traces of the Magog eggs before he re-materializes."

Trance waited, watching, hypospray in hand. "Do we have to worry about the eggs in the biofilters? Is there any possibility they'll be able to survive?"

She nodded to both Dr.Crusher and the new officer at the console. "Let's get started."

"None," Chief O'Brien assures her. "If we are successful, any remnants of the eggs will be completely dispersed."

Beverly nods, and moves to the center of the room. The nurses have removed Harper from stasis, and are carefully moving his body to the transporter pad. She wishes this could have been done in sickbay, but the fact of the matter is they needed Chief O'Brien's skillful hand.

"All right, set him down gently. Careful now," she says, hovering her tricorder over his body jut to be sure nothing has changed since the last scan. Meanwhile, Chief O'Brien readies the overhead molecular imaging scanner, immediately getting underway for the big moment.

Beverly nods to Trance, gesturing for her to come closer. As soon as the transport is over, they'll need to check his vitals.

Harper was still mostly out of it from what he'd been given but he was showing signs of starting to come around from it. None the worse for the time in stasis.

Trance went as close as she could, giving Harper's closest hand a brief squeeze, before retreating, hand on her force lance. Just in case.

"Let's bring it."

Beverly nods. "Now, Chief O'Brien."

With grim determination, O'Brien proceeds. It's delicate work, even more so than taking a scalpel to living flesh. If he gets one molecule wrong, Harper could be lost.

The transport begins with a deceptively musical hum. Harper's body slowly disappears into the matter stream, and Beverly holds her breath. It's a long few seconds before he slowly re-materializes on a different pad. As soon as the transfer is totally complete, Dr. Crusher rushes to him.

"I am getting vitals," she breathes. "Pulse is normal, though he has sustained some internal damage from where the eggs tried to take over. Trance, are the nanites ready?"

Trance is right behind Dr. Crusher, and stabs Harper in the abdomen with the medical nanos. She was definitely going to have to ask Harper to make her one of the Andromeda's hypos. At the very least they were actually supposed to be used with the type of nanobots that Trance was using.

She grasped his hand, and gave a smile to the Enterprises CMO.
"Thank you for helping him." And then, she got an odd look on her face. "Would either of you be able to help me get something for Harper?"

Beverly only hopes that whatever nanites Trance and Harper have brought onto the ship don't cause the kind of trouble Wesley's nanites caused for everyone a few years ago. She sweeps her tricorder over Harper immediately, taking readings while the nanites get to work.

After a few moments, she relaxes and smiles. "He's going to be just fine. It looks like all traces of the Magog eggs have been eradicated, and the nanites are already getting to work repairing what tissue was damaged. Thank you, Chief O'Brien."

He smiles, and looks relieved as well.

"What sort of something?" Beverly asks, now that they're out of the woods.

Trance kept a hand on Harper's, watching her friend and the readouts on Beverly's tricorder.

"Sparky cola. It's absolutely terrible for you, but he's completely addicted to it and drinks over a gallon of it a day. I thought a can or two might be a nice thought after what he's been through." Trance had a thought. "Actually it's probably still in his stomach."

Beverly honestly does not know what to say to that. She glances at O'Brien, who cocks his head at Trance.

"If you have a list of ingredients," he says, "it could likely be programmed into the replicators."

He hesitates, and rightly so. The good doctor takes her cue.

"But I would like to know exactly what goes into it first," she says. "After what he's been through, he should be careful what he ingests for a few days at least."

Did Trance look a little uncomfortable there?

"It's a kind of soda. Sugar, artificial flavoring, water, some kind of acidic compound, caffeine and a bit of a narcotic compound. It's completely legal and mostly safe." Unless, of course, you imbibe as much as Harper does on a daily basis.

What, it's not like Trance was trying to get flash for Beka. That was strictly a no no. But Sparky cola was totally legal.

Dr. Crusher arches an eyebrow.

"A Narcotic compound?" she repeats, shaking her head. "I'm sorry, there's no way I could allow that. The caffeine alone would put it on my list of 'don'ts' until his system is completely repaired."

She can't even believe Trance is asking about it, or that they even have such drinks.

"I know, it is terrible for him. It has no nutritional value, rots the teeth, has destroys the digestive tract and is completely addictive. But at least it comes with its own warning label?"

Trance shrugged, and snuck another look at Harper. He was going to be okay. Although, perhaps, not for long without his Sparky cola fix. She wrinkled her nose.

"Harper might be back sooner than later then.He's got quite a Sparky cola addiction."

Trance suspected there were a lot of things about the Andromeda that Dr. Crusher would be horrified about--not in the least the state of Machine Shop 17.

Beverly casts what can only be described as a warning look. Label or no, that stuff isn't coming anywhere near her patient!

As Trance goes on to speak of addiction, she sighs. "I'm not surprised. There are some treatments I can give him, but for now I'd like to get him back to sickbay and resting comfortably while he sleeps off what's left of the sedative."

From relief to disappointment in such a short time! Oh well, at least he's going to live. They will just have to take things one step at a time.

"I'd like to monitor him for a while if I could? Make sure he doesn't need another dose of nanos and that his immune system is up to the task." Which, she was sure it wasn't. But what else is new. Harper's immune system sucked.

Trance leaned over and gave Harper a kiss on his forehead. It wasn't flash. Flash withdrawal was the worst. And often deadly.

"Thank you."

Despite herself, her expression softens. She places a hand on Trance's shoulder.

"Of course," she nods. "And Trance? Good work today. I may have judged you a little too harshly."

She's a big enough woman to admit her mistakes. She nods for her nurses to help Harper get resituated, and moves off so Trance has a little more privacy.

Trance smiled at Dr. Crusher, and turned her gaze back to Harper, watching the nanos undoubtably repaired milimeter by milimeter, keeping an eye on his vitals.

"Thank you."

[Medbay] - Entrance

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