Hi! so, this may not be updated regularly, and I apologize in advance, but they will be very long chapters, so I hope that sort of makes up for your waits! I hope you enjoy, criticism in reviews is preferred if it's constructive, I would love to see what everyone thinks and what they think should be added or changed! Anyway, here's chapter one of Remember Me, Myself, and the Sky!

"How do you feel?" the psychiatrist asks, once again trying in vain to probe the young amnesiac woman for answer to the riddle that was her. For the last two months since she had been found passed out on the street, covered in blood from a gash on her head, she had sat here twice a week and told him she wasn't crazy and that she was from the future, that this world was a lie.

"Like I don't belong." She answers, surprising him. He never did seem to get any real answers from her, after all. She looked at him expectantly. "Are you not going to record this?" she asks curious and he nods, turning on the recorder.

"Why don't you feel like you belong here, Avery?" he asks patiently.

"Because, this feels like another world, like I'm living in a lie."

"Do you want to discuss your dreams? Does the man still read to you?" he asks, hoping to encourage her sharing mood. She had told him of dreams she had that told of her real life as a lieutenant on a star ship and of the man that would read to her every night. "He doesn't like reading, says it's boring as hell, but he says that they're my favorite books back home, and he wants me to wake up and snatch the books from his hands." She once had told him when asked.

"There was one. The commander again." She says softly and he nods, waiting for her continue. Most her dreams revolved around four people, an alien commander in particular. "I was on the ground and it felt like I was injured. He appeared in front of me and offered me his hand. He wanted me to take his hand so he could take me to safety. It was so dark and fuzzy, but he was so clear. If I had just taken his hand…." She says, looking like she was reliving a nightmare.

"What happened exactly, Avery? To make you come here?"

"Well, it's a long story." She admits. "You're my only appointment." He reassures her and she sighs.

"It started when I was still in the academy, in my last year of training…." She begins, plunging into a deep story.

"Come on, Bones! Don't be shy! I won't even punch you back!" Avery Todd coaches her wary older friend into a boxing match, laughing as she danced around the mat, slick blonde hair swinging in its ponytail.

"Don't you lie to me, Avery Todd! You'll whip my ass into the mat before I can blink!" he scolds, circling her and she laughs.

"True enough, but you gotta learn or you'll never pass that test!" she points out, easily falling into a rhythmic bouncing of her heels as she followed his stalling circles around the mat.

"Dammit woman, I'm a doctor not a soldier!" he argues angrily and she shrugs.

"It's required for all Starfleet personal to have at least basic training in some form of combat. You chose hand to hand, I'm going to teach you. It's me or Jim!" she reminds him, and he groans.

"I would prefer Jim, him being, I don't know… a guy!" he says angrily and she gives a barking laugh. "Afraid to make this awkward, McCoy? I'm sorry, bub, because Jim is busy taking the Kobyashi Maru. So face this like a man!" she urges and he strikes, trying to grab her waist. She skirts away and aiming low, managing to sweep his legs from under him and knock him into the mat. "Okay, that went better than expected. You need to work on everything." She says, panting slightly as she gets a drink of water.

"So, Everything? I really am that bad?" he asks as she helps him up, padding over to get a long drink.

"Not bad per say, just out of practice. And shape. And you have no strength. Or focus. Or drive. Or-." She lists off.

"I get it!" he cuts her off, done with his drink. "I'll never be able to do this!" he complains and she waves off his negativity like it was a bug.

"Naw, you just need some hardcore training, which I can happily provide. You just have to get over your gentlemen sophistication, and become fine with haitting a woman, or at least tackling one. Anyway, we have to keep working to whip you into shape." She says brightly. Three hours later, they both returned to his dorm where Jim was waiting, sore and tired from all the training. "Good news! He'll survive his test." Avery says, flopping on the bed.

"Well, I didn't pass." Jim mutters into his pillow. Avery moves to his bed. "It was only your first try, you'll pass eventually. Besides, it is considered unbeatable." She soothes and his smirk soon returns to his face.

"So, now that all of us are having story time, I want to know about your test, Ave." he says and she shakes her head.

"No. You don't."

"I think I do."

"I think you should both shut up and let Avery tell us. It can't have been terrible. You're the best strategist I know and you already know more than basics on the mechanics of teleporting." Bones interrupts their childish squabble and she groans.

"Fine!" The young computer genius sighs, getting comfy on the bed. "Well, it went surprisingly well. It was a simulation of several problems such as crashing, engine failure, mission problems, and Klingon attacks and I had to find near full-proof solution for each one. Relatively easy if you know what you're doing." The strategic genius of the trio explains and they nod. "I nearly gave the wrong solution for one that had multiple possible answers, but it turned out fine and I passed, so I can graduate pretty early."

"Congrats, kid! You better not leave us men behind though." Bones scolds playfully, and she laughs.

"I promise Bones, I'm not going anywhere yet." She glances at her watch, and her expression changes. "Except for right now. I gotta run. See ya." She says, hopping from the bed and scurrying to the door. The boys both shouted their goodbyes as she left, returning to their drinks and reading, mostly their drinks. Avery, on the other hand, went to her comfort zone.

After a few hours, she was deep in thought, strategizing her next move in a hardcore game of 3D chess online when someone came up behind her, replacing her empty can of near coma-inducing energy drink with a full one. "I heard you passed your test." Admiral Pike, the man behind her recruiting and a long-time friend and mentor says, sitting beside her, so she pauses her game to look at him. "Congrats, kid. I knew you could do it with the right incentive." He says and she smiles.

"Thanks, Pike. I almost screwed up. So, how'd you find me?" she asks looking around the room from the safety of her nook in the Starfleet Academy computer lab, that was thankfully open 24\7.

"Are you kidding me, kid? I found you in a place just like this. Remember?" he asks and she lies, shaking her head. "No? You don't remember hacking into the most secure database on the planet when you were 11?" he teases.

"That never happened, but if it had, I would've been 14." She says and he chuckles.

"Really? I remember having to drag you out kicking and screaming, and then you informing me that you had hacked in out of clear boredom."

"Nope, no memory of that whatsoever."

"We had to take away your laptop and then arrest you after you punched one of the officers in the face for calling you missy." He reminds and she laughs nodding.

"Hmm. It's slowly coming back to me. It must have been brain damage from after he electrocuted me with a taser. And you still haven't returned my laptop." She says and he laughs, pulling a battered old laptop from his briefcase.

"Considerate it a congratulatory gift. She's been wiped clean of any information, but functional." He says and she hugs it to her chest.

"Thanks, admiral." She smiles and he smiles back, hugging her with a fatherly compassion. She had come a long way from that meddlesome kid that refused to obey any form of authority, into a young soon to be officer of Starfleet. He had looked after her since she was 14 and had hacked in, giving monthly check ups on her and taking her places she would've never gotten to see in her foster family, included the academy and headquarters, even this very lab, where she had handed the expert's butts to them on shiny platters after they called her skills mediocre. She was as close to a daughter as he had, with Jim like a son.

"Well, I have to go and actually sleep. Try and get some rest, Avery." He urges and she nods, watching him go. She resumed her game, playing well into the night. When she did go to her dorm, she quickly retreated, finding her roommate was… preoccupied. She headed instead to Jim and Bone's room, breaking in and taking the couch to sleep for the night.

"So, these Bones and Jim characters, they were like brothers to you in these dreams?" he asks, taking deep fascination into this story. It plunged him deep into vividness, like he could almost see this happen in front of him.

"I see Bones more of a big brotherly role model then I do Jim, but Jim is seen more of as my big brother in general. I'm much more protective of Jim, but I look up to Bones."

"Where did you meet them? You haven't explained that." He questions, curious about this. The relationship she had with them was strong, but she had dived into the middle of the story, somewhat, and hadn't explained.

"Well, I first saw Jim at a bar, getting his teeth knocked in by some of the cadets, and then Pike officially introduced us at the academy orientation. We instantly connected, having a criminal record in common." She jokes, chuckling at the 'memory'. "I met Bones a month after beings friends with Jim. Once he realized I was immune to his charms, he introduced me to his roommate, who happened to be Bones. We've been a trio since then."

"And this, Admiral Pike was a fatherly figure to you, growing up?"

"Chris. Christopher. Yeah, he was practically my father. I was bounced between homes a bunch, but he made sure to visit me every month and take me places. He's what inspired me to enter Starfleet. Should I continue?"

"Please do."

"Very well. Um, where was I? Oh, yeah…. Bones was the first to wake up and clearly wasn't happy with me on the couch…"

"Good god, woman! I thought you left!" I was jolted lazily awake by my good friend's yelling. I sit up and look around. Bones was standing there impatiently, a 5 o'clock shadow on his face as he waited for an explanation. Jim entered the frenzy, wearing only underwear, and yawning still.

"My roommate was preoccupied with Joe, a think that's his name at least, and I thought, us being good friends, you wouldn't mind. I grabbed my own set of clothes." I offered helpfully, seeing as his main problem tended to be my having to borrow clothes. I toss a pair of Jim's pants from the ground to him and he slips them on lazily. "Other way." Bones and I harmonize, used to his groggy morning stupidity. He switches the pant direction to the right way and I go into their bathroom, quickly changing into my Academy athletics shirt and some loose black basketball shorts, in the process of braiding my hair as I walk out.

Both boys had already changed into athletic clothes as well, and Bones went into the bathroom to shave as I laced up my shoes and passed Jim his communicator, and he tossed me my bag carefully. I pulled out my laptop and quickly checked my email (all junk mail, as usual) before putting it back up and slinging it over my shoulder, following the boys out. "So, what's on the agenda? Breakfast, gym, Lunch, classes, bar?" I ask and they shrug.

"I'm game, if I can. Bones?" Jim replies as we pile our trays. I grabbed an apple, a banana nut muffin and some eggs and bacon, and picked up a bottle of chocolate milk, heading to a free table.

"Same as you, Jim, if I can. If not, I guess our dear little bird can stay in the computer lab and play chess all night." He teases and I laugh, playfully throwing a napkin wad at him. He caught it and set it down.

"Are you stalking me now, dear Bones?" I question, knowing for a fact that wasn't it, and sure enough he snorts.

"No, you're madly predictable." He replies, not looking up from his food. "Which is why I know you're pouting." He continues and I immediately stop, not wanting to give him satisfaction, but he smirks anyway, having caught my immediate change.

I look around the mess hall, noticing that a few professors were looking over our way. We were probably in trouble again, but it was hard to tell. I finished my meal relatively quickly and carried my tray to be dumped, nearly running into a professor. He steadied me before I fell on my butt, and I looked up. It was the Vulcan Professor, Professor….. Dang, I swear I knew him from somewhere.

"Thanks. I'm so sorry, I'm a klutz." I apologize, dumping my tray and making my escape back to the table. Jim snickered into his glass of milk until I accidently purposely knocked his drink back, getting it all over him. "You know me, klutzy as usual." I say innocently as he tries to get himself clean.

"Don't be an infant, Avery. Let's go hit the gym before Jim begins to feel homicidal again." Bones says gruffly and we all stand. I grab my bag and pull out my PADD. I fall into step behind Jim and Bones, relying on them to get me to the gym with my face buried in my PADD.

We made it with no further clumsy trips or accidents on my part, which was saying something, it being so early. "Alright, Bones, let's see what little miss sunshine managed to teach you." Jim says, getting in position and I lay twenty credits on the table.

"My money's on Jim."

"That's supportive. Gee, Now I know I can do it!"

"Sarcasm is hurtful. Jim has more experience fighting, even if it is dirty." I remind him and he snorts.

"Just shut up and get ready to fight, Bonesy." Jim mocks and I laugh, watching the fight. It was actually pretty good, bones held his own for quite a good time before being pummeled into the ground. "That was pretty good. I must say, I am impressed, half pint. You really taught him to fight."

"Yeah, no small feat either, I can assure you. But I'm proud of you Bones. You're quite capable on your feet."

"So, you wanna go, Avery? Keep you sharp and in practice?" Jim offers, playing with a bamboo stick that was used for training. I grabbed my own and smirked.

"Bring it on, Pretty boy."

"Fascinating, Avery." The psychiatrist cuts off the woman abruptly. "Very fascinating stuff. How about, you come in tomorrow and continue the story? Maybe you'll begin to remember who you really are." He offers her and she nods, standing to go. She pauses and looks back at him.

"Can I keep coming back every day, until I finish at least?" she asks sheepishly and he nods.

"Of course. Go get some rest now." He says and she nods, leaving. She walked slowly to her small apartment that she had had keys for when she was found. She went straight to her room and closed her eyes, breathing softly.

She didn't have to wait long. "Sorry, I was in the middle of a meeting and couldn't get loose. So, where were we in this awful thing you call a book? Something about a rabbit being late? Nope, wrong book. Ah, here we are…" The man's soft voice flooded her mind and he could practically see his face as he spoke, his face first nervous and slightly ruddy from hurrying to get here, then it screwing up into dislike for the book, and finally into a comfortable gaze at the book. She in fact knew where they were in the book, which in fact had nothing to do with rabbits.

He of course, stalled a minute, rambling about his day. "Oh, and he was asking about you." This stopped Avery cold. "I don't understand why he won't come visit you himself, but I think he's scared. Can he be scared? Or would you even know?" he rambles and she opens her eyes, blinking back a stray tear for her lost home.

"Yes, he gets so very scared…." She murmurs quietly, sadness wrenching through her words and heart with a lonesome ringing.

" Anyway, I thought you might like to hear that. Back to the story, I guess: In the meanwhile, the dwarves sat in darkness, and utter silence fell about them. Little they ate and little they spoke. They could not count the passing of time…"

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