Disclaimer: Nope. Star Trek's not mine.
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A/N: I'm seriously editing (in other words, deleting whole badly-written paragraphs and rewriting them). So this chapter (and soon others) will be a little bit different. But don't worry; not enough has been changed that you have to read anything over again.
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*** Identity Crisis ***
Chapter One - Dreams
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Chekov was having a rather odd dream. He was a child sitting around in his parent's house (which was odd enough; as a child he had always been energetic) but to make matters stranger there was the fact that they weren't HIS parents. It did make some sense, but only in that dream way. However, that wasn't particularly comforting as fishing in the bathtub could make perfect sense in that dream way.
It was hot on Vulcan, but he was used to it; he had ALWAYS lived on Vulcan (part of his mind protested against this; he was from Russia on Earth, not ShirKahr on Vulcan, as his dream was suggesting.) How did he know this was Shirkahr? The part of his mind that was trying to make sense of the dream as it happened was very confused. His parents- not his, but...
Spock's? Yes, Ambassador Sarek and Lady Amanda were Spock's parents, and, in the dream, his parents. e knew tham because they had been on the Enterprise once. There had also been a lot of business about some dead ambassadors, but Chekov at least knew who they were.
He was walking to school at the Vulcan Science Academy when some of the other boys came up to him. He knew them all, in the dream, anyway (could these be real people Spock had known? Chekov doubted it, but this dream was begining to scare him), and they started taunting him. Well, not taunts for someone who had grown up in Russia, but perhaps for a half-Vulcan...
"Earther!" someone yelled.
"Are you going to get mad at us?"
"Terran!"
Chekov did not care in the least- he was from Earth, and proud of it. But for some reason, he was getting mad in the dream. There was, for some reason, a brick laying nearby. He stooped, picked i up, and--
--woke up. Why had he been dreaming about Spock? No, as Spock?
The chronometer next to his bed read two forty.
Chekov wisely (or so he thought) stopped trying to decipher his dream. It was early. Or late. Or whatever you say at two forty in the morning.
He rolled over and fell back to sleep.
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Out of the four hundred and thirty crewmembers on the Enterprise, there were three other people having similar dreams. They were not Spock-dreams. In fact, not even Spock was dreaming about himself. His dreams brought him to (though this was highly illogical) Russia, where he went to school with humans and played in the snow. At the moment, he was hiding behind a wall of snow, making a snowball to throw at one of Chekov's childhood friends.
The dream was strange, as Spock could think of nothing (yes! a score with the snowball!) that might have triggered a dream like this.
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McCoy was one of the four who were living someone else's life in his sleep. He found himself in a suburb in New York. He was playing with his brother and sister, on the grass with a hose. Like the others who were dreaming, it half-made sense, in that dream fashion. But it didn't make sense in the rest of his mind. This had never happened to him. He had never been someone else in a dream, not like this. And he hadn't even visited New York until he was twenty.
Right now he had control of the hose, and sprayed his brother, who began to laugh hysterically.
"Ha ha ha! Joe! Joey, stop it ha ha ha ha."
In his mind, McCoy went through the "Joes" he knew of. There were probably a lot of them on the ship. His thoughts were broken up as his sister wrestled the hose from him.
He could feel the spray of the hose. He could feel himself being soaked.
That was also odd. This dream was very, very, real. But who was Joe? And why was he Joe?
His first question was answered when a woman, his- Joe's- mother opened the door and yelled:
"Joseph Luke Roberts! Get in here now!"
McCoy woke up.
Joseph Luke Roberts. Who was he? McCoy promised to find out in the morning. It was too late (early?) now to do anything. His chronometer read two forty. So it was morning. But that was the kind of technical thing that Spock would think of.
McCoy blinked sleepily, glad to be free of the dream, and said aloud, "Computer, remember the name Joseph Luke Roberts, okay?" He would find this Joe, if there was one. Because never before had he had a dream like that.
The computer said something in acknowledgment that McCoy wouldn't remember when he woke up later. He closed his eyes and fell back to sleep.
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The only other Enterprise personnel who also had a dream of someone's life was Ensign Joseph Luke Roberts. Known to friends and family as either Joey or Joe Bob. To everyone else, Ensign Roberts.
However, in the dream, he found himself in Georgia. It was the lazy summer, and he-
He was Doctor McCoy?
What was he thinking- dreaming- whatever! He wanted very badly to wake up, but the dream continued. It made sense, in that dream sort of way. But not in any way that had anything to do with reality. Or sanity. It was a weird dream.
Thankfully, the dream was cut off as his chronometer whistled. He had a late night, er, early morning shift. The chronometer read two thirty-one.
He pulled himself out of bed, trying to forget the dream. But he couldn't. It had been far too strange.
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Reviews appreciated!
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A/N: I'm seriously editing (in other words, deleting whole badly-written paragraphs and rewriting them). So this chapter (and soon others) will be a little bit different. But don't worry; not enough has been changed that you have to read anything over again.
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*** Identity Crisis ***
Chapter One - Dreams
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Chekov was having a rather odd dream. He was a child sitting around in his parent's house (which was odd enough; as a child he had always been energetic) but to make matters stranger there was the fact that they weren't HIS parents. It did make some sense, but only in that dream way. However, that wasn't particularly comforting as fishing in the bathtub could make perfect sense in that dream way.
It was hot on Vulcan, but he was used to it; he had ALWAYS lived on Vulcan (part of his mind protested against this; he was from Russia on Earth, not ShirKahr on Vulcan, as his dream was suggesting.) How did he know this was Shirkahr? The part of his mind that was trying to make sense of the dream as it happened was very confused. His parents- not his, but...
Spock's? Yes, Ambassador Sarek and Lady Amanda were Spock's parents, and, in the dream, his parents. e knew tham because they had been on the Enterprise once. There had also been a lot of business about some dead ambassadors, but Chekov at least knew who they were.
He was walking to school at the Vulcan Science Academy when some of the other boys came up to him. He knew them all, in the dream, anyway (could these be real people Spock had known? Chekov doubted it, but this dream was begining to scare him), and they started taunting him. Well, not taunts for someone who had grown up in Russia, but perhaps for a half-Vulcan...
"Earther!" someone yelled.
"Are you going to get mad at us?"
"Terran!"
Chekov did not care in the least- he was from Earth, and proud of it. But for some reason, he was getting mad in the dream. There was, for some reason, a brick laying nearby. He stooped, picked i up, and--
--woke up. Why had he been dreaming about Spock? No, as Spock?
The chronometer next to his bed read two forty.
Chekov wisely (or so he thought) stopped trying to decipher his dream. It was early. Or late. Or whatever you say at two forty in the morning.
He rolled over and fell back to sleep.
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Out of the four hundred and thirty crewmembers on the Enterprise, there were three other people having similar dreams. They were not Spock-dreams. In fact, not even Spock was dreaming about himself. His dreams brought him to (though this was highly illogical) Russia, where he went to school with humans and played in the snow. At the moment, he was hiding behind a wall of snow, making a snowball to throw at one of Chekov's childhood friends.
The dream was strange, as Spock could think of nothing (yes! a score with the snowball!) that might have triggered a dream like this.
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McCoy was one of the four who were living someone else's life in his sleep. He found himself in a suburb in New York. He was playing with his brother and sister, on the grass with a hose. Like the others who were dreaming, it half-made sense, in that dream fashion. But it didn't make sense in the rest of his mind. This had never happened to him. He had never been someone else in a dream, not like this. And he hadn't even visited New York until he was twenty.
Right now he had control of the hose, and sprayed his brother, who began to laugh hysterically.
"Ha ha ha! Joe! Joey, stop it ha ha ha ha."
In his mind, McCoy went through the "Joes" he knew of. There were probably a lot of them on the ship. His thoughts were broken up as his sister wrestled the hose from him.
He could feel the spray of the hose. He could feel himself being soaked.
That was also odd. This dream was very, very, real. But who was Joe? And why was he Joe?
His first question was answered when a woman, his- Joe's- mother opened the door and yelled:
"Joseph Luke Roberts! Get in here now!"
McCoy woke up.
Joseph Luke Roberts. Who was he? McCoy promised to find out in the morning. It was too late (early?) now to do anything. His chronometer read two forty. So it was morning. But that was the kind of technical thing that Spock would think of.
McCoy blinked sleepily, glad to be free of the dream, and said aloud, "Computer, remember the name Joseph Luke Roberts, okay?" He would find this Joe, if there was one. Because never before had he had a dream like that.
The computer said something in acknowledgment that McCoy wouldn't remember when he woke up later. He closed his eyes and fell back to sleep.
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The only other Enterprise personnel who also had a dream of someone's life was Ensign Joseph Luke Roberts. Known to friends and family as either Joey or Joe Bob. To everyone else, Ensign Roberts.
However, in the dream, he found himself in Georgia. It was the lazy summer, and he-
He was Doctor McCoy?
What was he thinking- dreaming- whatever! He wanted very badly to wake up, but the dream continued. It made sense, in that dream sort of way. But not in any way that had anything to do with reality. Or sanity. It was a weird dream.
Thankfully, the dream was cut off as his chronometer whistled. He had a late night, er, early morning shift. The chronometer read two thirty-one.
He pulled himself out of bed, trying to forget the dream. But he couldn't. It had been far too strange.
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