Hey everybody sorry for the delay but I'm currently at National Guard drill. Anywho I decided that I will continue on from where I left off instead of fast tracking a couple of years to the events of mass effect 1. I've got a couple of ideas for where to go with is but we'll get there. Also to ease the passage of time in the story I'm going to be putting those little divider line things. Also any notes I have for you guys or about the chapter will be in bold. Also i'd like to thank XRAIDERV1 for reviewing most of my chapters and the review that helped push me to expand on PJs origin a little bit so far, thank you. For now, enjoy and review.

The world around PJ was a blur as he stared up at the light fixture. Screaming voices became dulled, incoherent noise. Bodies moving to and from became misshapen in a sea of dancing colors. The light grew larger with every passing moment. It's warm touched danced over his torn body and beckoned him to join with it. The mess of the world around him was overcome by the lights embrace. He felt at peace, the safest he's ever felt in his life.

"CLEAR! "

Electricity coursed through his body as PJ was suddenly brought back to reality. Men and women dressed in white stood around him as his senses began to return to him.

" We've got a pulse. He's back in the land of the living." One male doctor said.

"Scans are showing no signs of implants or altered genes. It's like this guy was born in the early 21st century." Another quipped.

PJ lazily glanced around the room. Two doctors hovered over him while the others left heading towards the other patients.

"Multiple lacerations along the upper body and arms. A single cut running diagonally across the face. This guy is having a bad day. Pull his records see what we can find on him." The doctor closest to him said.

The assistant nodded and brought his arm up, a orange holographic gauntlet engulfed his arm and holographic screen rose above it. The assistant became puzzled shortly after before looking back at the doctor."There's nothing on this guy. No birth records, schooling, jobs, enhancements, nothing. Guy is practically a ghost"

The doctor rubbed his chin as he pondered the new information. "Can't be a lifelong slave, too well built and the clothes are still in decent shape. Not to mention escapees are rare and few these days with the new shock collars." The doctor walked around the table studying PJ. "Sedate him for now and put him in the med vat when we dock and he heals, perhaps we can get some answers."

"At once doctor."

A soft whish and whizzing let PJ now the drugs were flowing through him. Before long he was sound asleep.

For once he was happy to wake up again. Instead of a dark cell or a uncomfortable restraint chair PJ was in a soft bed. The medical equipment chimed and beeped as they monitored his vitals and kept him comfortable. PJ sat up in the bed and looked himself over his once bare chest was now adorn with scars of various lengths and curves. His arms were the same but all wounds looked weeks old. How long has he been here wondered. Sunlight breached through the window to his left and what he saw amazed him.

The view outside was of buildings towering next to each other. But they seemed different. They were sleeker and not as blocky rigid like before. Flying cars darted by in the distance. And a canal stretched for as far as he can see splitting the wondrous city in half. PJs mouth hung open in awe at the sight. It was beautiful. But there was something strange about it. Further along the canal the city seemed to be tilting upwards at what look like an impossible angle.

"I see our patient has woken up finally." A voice announced from behind him. Two doctors walked into the room, one male and one female respectively. The man was older and had brown hair, his face showing little signs of wrinkles. The woman was younger, about PJs age if not a little older. She had red hair and soft features with a warm smile.

"I am Dr. Elhaddad and this is my assistant Nurse Michel. You have been in a medically induced coma for one week. No doubt you have a lot of questions."

PJ only nodded as the two took seats next to his bed. Nurse Michel brought out a holographic pad and began typing away on it before looking to the doctor and nodding. PJ shifted uncomfortably before Dr. Elhaddad continued.

"Can you tell us your name?"

"Patrick Jan Pocknett."

Michel typed away at the datapad.

"Okay Patrick-"

"Just PJ. Please doctor?" He interrupted

"Of course PJ. Do you know where you are right now?"

Pushed glanced out the window again, it held a certain beauty to it that was only ruined by the odd angle the the city went to in the distance. He turned back to the doctor. "I'm guessing some hospital on Earth."

The doctor shook his head before answering. "No, are currently at Huerta Memorial Hospital on the Citadel."

PJ tilted his head in confusion. "The Citadel?"

"Yes, the Citadel. When and where we're you born?"

"Umm June 5th 1994. New bedford, Massachusetts. "

Nurse Michel stopped typing and looked confused before looking towards the doctor. The doctor shared her expression before continuing.

"Umm... what year, PJ?" The doctor hesitantly asked.

"1994. What is there a problem doctor."

Dr. Elhaddad looked at Michel before continuing on. Michel shaking her head while typing away.

"Umm can you tell me some events that happened between that time?"

"Uh sure doctor. Umm I was 6 years old when Y2K happened and 7 when 9/11 happened. I started high school in 2008 and graduated in 2012. Hmm what else-"

He was stopped by the doctor raising his hand. "That's enough for the moment." Dr. Elhaddad stood up and looked towards Nurse Michel. "What year do you think it is?"

PJ looked at him quizzically. "2016. Why?"

"My God." Nurse Michel spoke up in her french accent.

PJ looked at the both of them. Both had worried looks on their faces. Slowly Dr. Elhaddad looked towards PJ. His face was grim yet worried.

" I don't know how to tell you this PJ. The year today is 2170."

PJ stared at the doctor like he was crazy. He looked towards Michel who could only nod solemnly in response.

"Wha..How... How is that possible. That's almost 200 years into the future." His voice became ragged and he started panting heavily. "I mean I saw the aliens and the wierd tech but... but... no it can't be." Tears began to well up in his eyes. "How could this happen he screamed."

Dr. Elhaddad rubbed his chin. "It doesn't seem possible perhaps you can tell us what happened before you end up here."

PJ retold his story of the wierd device in the hangar and how he woke up in a completely unknown place. Both of the doctors faces held wonder and awe at his tale. It was incredible to hear of such a thing from what was essentially a relic of the past. From a time almost forgotten by humanity.

"I've heard of this device you speak of. It was outlawed by the Council decades ago. The one speak was responsible for the destruction of Kiev. The entire city wiped from existence."

PJ could only stare into his lap overwhelmed by the news dropped on him only a little while ago.

Nurse Michel stood up before placing a hand on the doctors shoulder. "Perhaps we should give him time to process this new information." She urged in her accent. Elhaddad nnodded and stood up walking to the door. Michel turned towards PJ. "If you need anything, there's a button on the counter near you that summon either one of us we'll talk more in the coming days." PJ continued staring down leaving Michel to frown before walking out of the room.

This has to be a fucked up dream he thought to himself. Just the thought that everything he once knew was gone made his head spin. He was alone now. Alone in a strange, new place.

The next couple of weeks were busy between evaluations from the doctor and word spreading that he was from 200 years in the past. Historians and scientist alike would frequently visit him prodding him with questions. They ranged from mundane topics like recreation activities and day to day life while others were more complex such as politics or science studies. He became something of a celebrity to most of the galaxy for the fact that he essentially time - traveled.

Dr. Elhaddad had been instrumental at keeping the paparazzi at bay and effectively, acting as his media handler. Nurse Michel had also recommended that he undergo gene therapy and get all the implants that helped make life easier. He hesitantly accepted and was restricted to bed rest until his body recovered from the treatment.

PJ was finally released from being confined to his bed due to the implants and enhancements. While he couldn't leave the hospital he was given free reign to wander the building at his leisure. He quickly made use of his time by staying the gym or the break room. Slowly but steadily he fell into the routine of waking up, breakfast, gym, a handful of interviews from reporters or scientist, lunch, break room, dinner and then bed. While the initial surge of reporters and eggheads slowed down, the amount that did come in was still significant.

Honestly, he hated the attention. Which is why he spent a good portion of the day in the break room, since it was password protected. All it did was remind him of what was lost to the past. He couldn't escape the feeling of loneliness that now hung over his life. Dr. Elhaddad and Nurse Michel were kind to him but he just couldn't shake the feeling. Everything he did or saw reminded him that he was in a place he didn't belong.

PJ was lost in his thoughts so he didn't notice a man walk over to where he was sitting. "PJ Pocknett? " The man asked, his voice was deep and gravelly.

PJ looked and got a good look at the man in front of him. He was older and had a slim build. His face sported a large scar going down the side of his face and a white goatee. His hair matched the color of his goatee and he had piercing blue eyes. He was dressed in a Alliance dress uniform and the insignia on his lapels suggested he was high ranking. He had a intimidating aura about him and his meer presence demanded respect.

"That'll be me. I've already spoken with an alliance representative of combat tactics and strategies, sir. I wasn't aware they'd send someone for a followup."

"Not hear for that, PJ." The man replied gruffly. "My name is Admiral Steven Hackett. I've come to discuss your military service and future in this galaxy."

PJ rubbed his chin, looking the man up and down briefly.

"What exactly did you want to discuss?"

"I wanted to talk to you about possibly re-enlisting to serve the Alliance. We're aware that you served prior to your predicament that got you here and I'd like to extend you an offer to re-enlist at a higher grade."

"Such as."

"You'll be a NCO given that you were only enlisted for a short amount of time but you did see combat."

PJ rubbed the back of his neck as he pondered the offer.

"The way I see it PJ you don't have much going for you right now, especially once the hospital releases you."

"True enough. I'm assuming that I'll have to do basic training again."

"Training other than job training remains relatively unchanged since your time. So no, we can get right into your job training." Hackett said as he handed PJ a datapad with a list of jobs.

He scanned down the list for a a bit until he came to one that caught his eye. A ghost of a smile spread across his face.

"Tell me about the N7 program."

Hackett could only smile at his choice.