0028 - Nebulon 3


"Pssffffff", Jez forced his way through the broken door, that was in no way Automatic. Matt was already sitting in the room.
"Why do you always do that?"
"Do what?"
"Make the Star Trek door sound every time you walk into a room!"
"I like to give the illusion we're not actually as poor as we are!"
".....Meh! Fair enough!"
"So, what's happening...?"
"Not a great a deal, supplies are as low as ever, we've been attacked by seven different alien fleets over the past hour all down to some religious reason and we can't see out of the cockpit window."
"Why can't we see out of the cockpit window??"\

Matt slid the window cover up... There, sprawled across the window was Steve, clinging on for dear life.
"Because he's blocking the view!"
"Oh Matt! Not again! How many times is this now?"
"What, today? I dunno, three, maybe four times!"
Jez hung his hand out the side window and pulled Steve in.
"GraagnaC!", Steve nodded his head in thanks...
"He's speaking Klingon, so i threw him out!"

"Anyway, we have a problem..."
"What kind of problem?"
"The sort of problem that Josh could've sorted out..."
"The toilets need cleaning AGAIN!"
"No, not the toilets, not this time, there's a huge Meteor field about 700 kilicks inbound, there's no way we can get round it due to the ships computer completely refusing to go any other direction but forward, and, Josh was the best pilot we had! None of us have got the skill to go through it without getting blown into tiny little bits that the space plankton can munch on!"

"So, what do we do?", Matt raised his brow.
"I've thought about it and there's only one thing we can do... the answer is Steve..."
"I never thought i'd live to hear those words!"
"Steve is technically Josh, he has the capability of becoming the exact copy, apart from appearnce, of either Me, You or Josh."
"...Go on."
"Well if we make Steve feel like Josh, surround him with Josh's things, talk to him like Josh, it may trigger the reaction we're looking for!"

Steve stood headbutting a wall.
"I have to pretend he's my intelligent, funny, witty and cool best friend?"
"Yes, we both do!"
Matt took a deep breath, "Hey, Josh dude! You okay, man?"
Steve spun round and looked at Matt questioningly...

Fourty Minutes Later

Matt was slumped in his chair, he had a tie round his neck which had been dramatically slcackened (which wasn't there before), he had a stubble, a fag in his mouth and his eyes were bloodshot.
"Okay, so, let's try this one more time shall we, JOSH! Hi JOSH, how are you..."
Steve stood in complete silence...
"Oh for Zek's sake, this is useless!"

BAAAAAAAARRRRRRRRRP!

The alarm bell rang out, and the mirror ball started to spin around on the ceiling.
"Why have we got a mirror ball?"
"We couldn't afford lights! Not the point, we're coming up to The Meteor Field!"
"5 seconds. I just want you to know i've always seen you as a true friend...", Jez put his hand on Matt's shoulder.
"4 seconds." Matt removed Jez's shoulder. "Please don't touch me!"
"3"
"2"
"1", The Two Travellers squinted their eyes and waited.

A hand clasped around the Pilot stick and steve threw matt out of his chair. He started to pilot the Jazz around the Meteor's, coming within Millimeters of them at times.

"Steve!?", Matt stared in disbelief.
"What are you on about, Matt! Don't you recognise your best friend?"
"Josh...." A tear welled up in Matt's eye.
"God i miss ya man...", The tear fell from his eye.
"What are you on about!? Miss me!? We've been cramped in this ship by each others side for years now!"
"...", Matt just gave a smile...

As The Travellers cleared the last few Meteor's, Jez and Matt let out a cheer, they spun round to see Steve, unconciouss, and sleeping off what had happened.

"It was nice to be in his ciompany again, even if it was only for a couple of minutes!"

The Jazz sped off further into The Time Warp.