Location: Safe Zone
Notes: Julian's feeling a little loopy, after sustaining some head injuries from his shuttle crash. And, you know, his travel through time. The Doctor probably needs a Doctor...
"Dear God, what a headache!"
Lying on the floor of his shuttle, Julian could easily recall why he'd tried to limit his interstellar travel - especially when it came to medical conferences. There had been a few too many close calls in recent times, and, by the looks of things, this was going to be no exception. He wriggled his fingers and toes, thankful that there was no numbness or tingling. It was a good start, he wouldn't particularly like to traverse an alien planet with nerve damage.
"Computer," he murmured, absently palpitating his abdomen in a search for internal injuries. "Damage report."
" Communications are offline. Weapons are offline. Primary systems are offline. Secondary systems are offline. Engines are offline..." Evidently the computer didn't feel the need to sugarcoat his situation at all- he was - in a word- screwed.
"Alright, alright. I don't need to hear any more." Reaching for his tricorder, which had escaped his notice for the moment, he wasn't even surprised to find that it was broken.
Stifling a groan, he pushed himself up into a sitting position, convinced that his injuries were relatively minor. No internal injuries, no broken limbs... As far as he could tell, he'd only managed to pick up a few scrapes,a ton of bruises and a cracked rib. Almost definitely a concussion. All in all, he was damned lucky. That was more than what he could say for the shuttle. Still, if he could get the distress beacon online.
"Computer, where are we?"
"Our current location is Earth. Exact co-ordinates are unknown."
Earth? That made him sit up a little straighter, as he attempted to clear the foggy feeling from his head. But Earth was lightyears away from Bajoran Space. He wasn't even headed in that direction, so how... It wasn't important, he decided. Starfleet Headquarters would have registered his crash, and he was certain that a team would be out to rescue him almost immediately. Julian fumbled around in his Medkit for a few seconds, extracted a hypospray of his favourite pain reliever, and dosed himself with it. Breathing a sigh of relief, he slumped against the wall and attempted to recall the events that had brought him here. It was probably in his best interests to stay awake and, at the very least, it would pass the time.
He'd been having a nap, and dreaming about his 'farewell' dinner with Ezri Dax, when he'd been woken up by some particularly rough turbulence. Assuming it was just an Ion Storm, he'd padded out onto the bridge, only to find that the computer disagreed with him - it was something much more severe, and practically unidentifiable. It was about then that the shuttle had started to fall apart in front of his eyes - various consoles had exploded, cables had fallen from the ceiling, there was a flash of bright light and... He'd ended up here. On Earth. It was all just a little strange.
Fearing that he was dreaming or, irrationally, that he was dead, Julian struggled to his feet - however, he failed miserably at staying on them. Despite the fact that he was beginning to see double, Julian was more than slightly relieved. If he was in pain, he must be alive, right? It was about then that he blacked out.
He woke up, hours later, the texture of the carpet indented across his face. As foggybrained as he was from the crash, he could dimly register that Starfleet wasn't coming for him. It was rather strange, though; surely SOME sort of sensor had detected his shuttle - it just didn't make any sense. Fearing the worst, he managed to claw his way upright. Cramming whatever he could find into his medkit, he stumbled blindly out of the shuttle, not even particularly caring which direction he had chosen. He didn't even register that it was probably close to the middle of the night, now, and he didn't bother with grabbing a torch.
"Alright, if you're not coming to me, I'm coming to you..." He said, to no one in particular. It felt a lot like a spy-mission holosuite program he'd played with Garak, once. Ah, if Garak could see him now... He'd be so, so proud. Good old Garak! Julian had rather missed his lunches with the fellow. He wondered how things were going for him on Cardassia - did he ever get the chance to mess about in a holosuite these days? Probably not, it was something of a warzone...
It was pure chance that Julian ended up at the gates of the compound, holding an animated discussion with someone who clearly wasn't there.