Here is the first chapter of Temporal Agent. Summary: Daniels wakes up in the past without any memory of his latest mission. Now he must survive a war that wasn't meant to start so soon.

P. S. I'd like to dedicate this story to my uncle, who passed away on April 9th of this year. Like me, he was a huge fan of Star Trek and I think he would have liked this story.

Here we go.

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Daniels stirred, feeling the cold floor underneath his bruised body. His head pounded hard, and he could barely move. His eyes opened, and he smelled smoke. He sat up slowly, his joints complaining with every movement. He looked around and saw he was in the remains of a wrecked ship of some kind. Daniels reached up and grasped the nearest object for support- a console. He pulled himself off the ground, trying to comprehend what happened.

"Start with the simple things. My name is Henry Jonathan Daniels. I am a Temporal Agent. I've crashed my time ship. I don't know where or when I am. I only know that I must get out of here."

Daniels searched the nearby cabinet for a quantum discriminator. He didn't find one. Angrily he slammed the door shut. It must have been stolen. He walked over to a console and attempted to activate it. Perhaps he could use it to track down the quantum discriminator. However, the console didn't even respond to any input from him. It was far too damaged from the crash to be of any use.

"What am I even doing here?" Daniels thought. "What is my mission?" Unfortunately, the ship's computer wasn't exactly being cooperative. Suddenly he heard a noise outside the ship. Daniels automatically reached for where his phaser should be- only it wasn't there. Whoever took the quantum discriminator must have taken that, too. Daniels moved slowly and silently to the ship's door. He might be able to defend himself by means of hand to hand combat. He was good at it. Not particularly skilled, but about average.

Daniels kicked open the door and rushed outside. The hot muggy air hit his face. He saw he was in a forest. Then he heard what sounded like phaser fire coming from the right, about thirty yards away. Out of the brush came a young woman, armed with a phase-pistol. Her Starfleet uniform was that of the 2120's.

A beam of energy hit her in the back and she collapsed to the ground in front of Daniels. Blood flowed out of the charred hole in her back. She was most certainly dead. Daniels backed away from the body. He was in the 2120's. With no knowledge of the mission was supposed to be on, with no way to defend himself, with no quantum discriminator. And with a dead body not even two feet away.

"I need to get out of here," Daniels thought. He was about to turn to run, to escape, when an alien came charging through the brush. It was a Jem'Hadar. The Jem'Hadar aimed his phaser at Daniels and said, "This is where you die, human scum."

He was about to pull the trigger, to kill Daniels, when a beam of energy hit him from behind. The Jem'Hadar collapsed in a heap, dead.

Out of the bushes stepped a man of about thirty years of age. "That's the end of him." He looked up at Daniels and saw his uniform. "You. You're a Temporal Agent."

"I am," Daniels confirmed. "What's happening here? Humanity isn't supposed to encounter the Dominion for another two hundred years."

"Unfortunately," the man said, "that's not the case. We've been at war with them ever since Kaaliax came."

"Kaaliax," Daniels repeated. "I don't recognise the name."

"I'm not surprised," the man told him. "You're from the 31st century. Kaaliax came from the 75th. Come on. We need to regroup with my squadron."

The man then started off into the forest. After a moment, Daniels followed.

"Who are you, anyway?" Daniels asked.

"My name is Henry Archer."