This was the fourth time and the last time. My fourth relationship was just as bad as the other three. He also cheated on me. I walked in on him and the other girl – in my apartment on my couch screwing each other.
"Alright I've had it, you and your slut need to leave. Now!" I shouted, slamming the door so they would be startled. "I'm sick and tired of being cheated on by one after another. You're no better than anyone else who I've met."
Ben got up, slipping on his underwear as the girl struggled to find her short party dress.
"Annie, I— I didn't know you—," Ben stuttered. "I—I'm sorry."
He walked up to me but I put my hands up stiffly – telling him it was not okay to touch me. I would not have been able to do this to my first guy but I rounded my fist and punched Ben in the nose. He cried out in shock and the girl looked surprised. I was not one of those girls that she was. I was a typical nerdy shy girl who wore not only superhero shirts and oversized jackets but when I wanted to dress up, I was the summer dress type of girl with Converse. I wore those big rimmed glasses and wore my hair often in a messy bun or pony tail.
"Why, what is so wrong with me that I can never maintain a relationship? Tell me, Ben. At least be honest, unlike the others."
"Jules, go wait for me outside, I'll be right there." Ben sighed.
The girl hurried out the door and we sat down.
"Anne, you're great, and I love chilling with you and love how nerdy you can get about Star Trek and Star Wars and the other things. But I don't know if I can have a serious relationship anymore with you. You're the kind of girl who wants commitment and marriage and I can't give that to you. I don't want to settle down. Not now. Don't sell yourself short anymore. You keep going for guys who aren't worth your time. Take it from a guy like me. I think you doubt yourself, you're afraid because you think being cool and confident and academically intelligent is bad. Am I right?"
I nodded, slowly.
"I guess I don't trust myself enough to be okay with who I am."
"Look, I gotta go. Jules is waiting for me. I'm sorry about this, Annie. I'm sure you'll find him soon, but it isn't me."
Within moments, Ben was gone and my apartment was quiet. I decided to head out to the quick grocery store that was a few paces from my apartment to get ice cream, wine and as much chocolate as I could afford to get before my Chinese food arrived. I needed a night to myself. And whenever something like this happened, rather than watching sappy romance films like a lot of women I knew – I went straight for the action films. I decided to watch Star Trek again, hoping to get lost into the universe with my favorite people.
Sometimes I wondered what it would be like if I could live a Star Trek life – being a part of Jim's crew. Would that universe be any better than living in ours? When I got back from the grocery stop, the Chinese food was ready. I thanked the delivery guy, paid and tipped.
"It's just me and Chinese tonight," I said, with a dramatic sigh as I stepped into my apartment.
I froze when I saw that it wasn't my apartment. It looked like a futuristic room with bright white lights and I dropped my Chinese. I heard the door behind me hiss as it closed and I looked up in shock.
"What…the…hell?" I asked, slowly. "…Lights?"
They dimmed and turned off and I let out a little yelp. What the hell was going on? I thought. I called for the lights again and they went on. Hesitantly, I picked up the Chinese I'd gotten, hoping that nothing shattered or broke inside the package. I slowly walked over to the table and set everything down with shaking hands.
The door hissed open and I pulled out a taser gun I didn't know I had on my belt. The man before me put his hands up in surrender and chuckled.
"It's just me, Annie."
"Oh, s-sorry," I said, inwardly shocked at seeing Jim Kirk in my futuristic apartment. I'm dreaming. "I—I'm—what—,"
"Hey, you okay?" he asked, looking now concerned.
"Um, I'm kind of – jumpy I guess – sorry what time is it?"
"7:30 and you got Chinese – wine…chocolate, ice cream?" Jim looked at me curiously. "I thought we were going to the bar tonight with the guys and Uhura. Not that I don't mind, but we—,"
"Ah, Jim, I – I'm sorry I f-forgot, look I'm kind of a bit of a mess at the moment? I…don't know…how to explain it. I think it would be better if I just stayed in."
He frowned and sighed.
"But you can go out if you want to! You don't have to stay home on my account." I added, quickly. "Go have some fun."
"Really?" Jim asked, brightening up a little.
"Yeah, I need a little me time at the moment."
Jim nodded and rubbed my arms a little.
"You'll be alright?"
"Yeah, I know how to – um, reach you if I need anything."
"Okay."
He kissed me quickly before leaving the apartment. Okay – this was completely crazy. The only thing I knew at this point was this: I was either completely delusional and I have tripped, fallen and seriously hurt myself for me to imagine all this. Or then this was really happening and I was really Jim Kirk's girlfriend and we lived three hundred years in the future. But then – why couldn't I remember anything? If I was from this universe – why were my memories gone? What did I do for work? Was I still attending Starfleet Academy? Either way – this was going to be a fun mystery to try to solve. Until I remembered what happened and why – I would just have to play along the storyline. This is going to be so fun. I thought to myself.
Author's Note: So this is my first attempt at a Star Trek fiction – I've been a fan for a little while and have been watching it but I'm still new to the ST universe. Drop a review and if anyone is interested – PM me if you would like to be my beta for this! I would love the help with this Star Trek fiction!