Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek, nor any of the characters belonging to the franchise; I do, however, own Strata Pink.

Chapter 1: STATE OF DREAMING

Strata Pink was having a very rough day. It wasn't due to the fact that her car broke down on the way to school in the rain; it wasn't quite due to the fact that she was late to everything; and it wasn't because her friend Kelsey was mad at her. No, this day was much different.

Despite those things being tremendously day ruining, Strata really didn't remember how she got to where she was that night. She knew her head hurt an awful lot, though. That was one thing that she knew. Of course, that was the crowning moment that ruined her day. Er, if it was still the same day, that is.

She remembered falling asleep in her own bed, before all that…and then…? Nothing. Scratching her head, Strata glanced around the room she was currently in. White panel walls surrounded her, and the lights above were dim. She decided that it was still night time.

Slowly stretching, she managed to lift herself up and off of the cold, hard ground. Strata studied the floor with scrutiny. Her brown eyes went wide in disbelief. Miss Pink backed up, stumbling back to the floor. "Motherfucker!" she exclaimed. She knew exactly where she was.

This had to be one of her crazy dreams. After all, the only thing she could remember was falling to sleep; it only made sense. Perfect, logical – maybe that wasn't the best word to use at the situation at hand – sense.

An alarm went off overhead, making Strata Pink wince. That didn't really help her headache at all. She could hear numerous footsteps thunder around near her room, getting closer and closer with each second. Finally, they arrived.

"Miss, you have unauthorized access to this entire ship. Please stand with your hands up and state who you are and why you're on the premises," a familiar, almost robotic voice spoke. Slowly, she got up, palms facing out. How would she explain herself? "My name is Strata Pink and I don't know how I got here." Everyone stared and gaped at her.

"I'm the captain, let me handle this. Uh," James Tiberius Kirk said, "where'd you get your shirt?" Spock, still staring at her, spoke out. "Captain, I highly doubt that the matter of her dress – even though she's in her pajamas – is of importance."

Strata glanced down at her shirt. Its lettering was a little cracked, being endlessly washed time and time again. Her eyes flitted back up, studying the small crowd before her. "Sir, I got it at a camp. If you're interested, it was on the twenty-third of July in 2013." Kirk sighed. "Well, shit."

"It's highly logical that you made or even purchased that shirt, making up that date just to sneak in here with a false identity," Spock admitted. Damn, Strata thought. How would she make them believe her? "I would suggest saying more to back your claims."

Strata furrowed her eyebrows. "Um," she said, searching for how she could prove something she never thought she had to prove. Her brown eyes lit up as she thought of what she could do. "May I reach in my pocket? I have all the proof you need there." "And how will we know that you do not have a weapon in your pocket?"

Strata was going to respond with something snappy, maybe "So they haven't invented a machine that can do that yet in the future, huh?", but she opted for a somewhat politer approach instead. "I guess you won't know unless I get what's out of my pocket, right?" Captain Kirk grinned. He liked her subtle sass.

"I think it would be interesting to see what Miss Pink has in her pocket, to be honest!" he soon exclaimed, making a large portion of the group turn to stare at him as if he were insane. Captain Kirk may've been just that.

Spock sighed. "Although it would be illogical to allow Miss Pink, a stranger aboard the U.S.S. Enterprise to do that, you are the captain." Strata smiled. "So, I'm taking it that's a yes?" she asked. She didn't want to get in trouble. "Sure thing," Kirk responded, grinning. He couldn't wait to see her evidence.

Strata dropped her hand down to her pajama pocket, fishing out an iPod. She typically fell asleep listening to it, stuffing it into her pocket for some odd reason when she finally drifted off to dreamland. She never thought it would aid her in this way at all, really.

"Oh my God, how old is that iPod?" someone asked in the crowd, extremely confused. "Uh, really old? I don't know; my mom actually passed it down to me before 2013. I think it's a part of the first gen but I'm not entirely sure," Strata admitted. She was used to answering that question, anyhow. A lot of her classmates often wondered about it.

"Anyhow, if you need any more proof, I'd be happy to give it to you. Who wants to see some vintage photography?" Strata asked, grinning. The pictures were vintage to them, anyway. She let them scroll through endless photos of her vacation to Washington, D.C. – which really proved that she happened to be from 2013 – and listened to their amazement.

"Uh, there you go. I still have no idea how I got here, however."

Strata faltered for a moment. Should she tell the crew of the Enterprise that she grew up watching them on television and in the movies in her world? Or would it be the wrong thing to do, just another thing she needed to prove to everyone? She guessed that if she didn't, she would slip up sooner or later and spoil everything. Now was the time to tell them.

"We'll figure it out, don't worry!" Kirk said, waving his hand nonchalantly. "Is there anything else you would like to tell us, maybe something that could help us figure out how this all happened?" How convenient. "This is gonna sound really weird, but…um, you guys are fictional in my world. You're a television franchise." "Well, shit," Captain Kirk said once again.

Rubbing his face wearily, Captain Kirk sighed. What news. "Do you have anything to prove that claim, Miss Pink?" Spock asked. Everyone groaned in response, albeit being a little bit interested. They were getting a little tired of his snappy questions; plus, it was pretty late at night and they just honestly wanted to sleep.

"Here," Strata spoke, showing screencaps of the first Star Trek reboot movie on her iPod. It happened to prove her case. With a wave of his hand, Kirk smiled. "Okay! Uh, I guess that's all for tonight, everybody. Bones, how about you escort Miss Pink to Sick Bay? I think it would be a good idea to give her a checkup to see if she's alright from her fall." "Sure thing," McCoy spoke.

As everyone was dismissed, Bones took her by the hand. "How about we try and figure out how the Hell you got here, Strata," he said, pausing for a moment to glance at her. "Is it okay if I call you Strata?" She smiled. It was her first name; there wasn't really a need to be so formal, but she guessed he was just following his Captain's lead. "Sure thing, Bones." He rolled his eyes, giving a sigh that seemed to come from deep within his soul. "Damn it, not another one." And so, the pair walked down to Sick Bay.

A/N:

Thanks for checking out my newest fanfic! I'd really appreciate it if you were to review. The next chapter will be up soon, as well!

-Mackenzie