Reality Check- Chapter 6
Earth
"You can't be serious…" Tom Paris/Kurt Cobain muttered to himself.
"What? What's wrong?" The bodyguard asked worried.
"Alright, I need you to do me a favor…I need you to make sure that no one else is in the house." Tom said. "Go through every room, every closet, and every bathroom. Look through anything anyone can hide under or in."
"Mr. Cobain…Kurt," The bodyguard started. "You're high and you're drunk…you need to sleep, you're too paranoid right now."
"No, no I'm not paranoid." Tom replied. "Just go do it!"
The bodyguard stared at Tom for a long time. Then walked away, starting to look for any person that could be hiding. He was supposed to leave in five minutes and now Cobain had him staying for probably the next hour because he was high.
Tom on the other hand was starting to freak out. Not only was his mind being messed up with the drugs Cobain had taken, but because tonight was the night Cobain was supposed to die. Then of course he was also trying to figure out how the hell he became the lead singer of Nirvana. But he tried to get out of his head once he saw someone walk up to him.
"You have to listen to me," Tom said, talking to the person that had walked up to him. He couldn't tell if the person was real or not, everything was starting to get wavy again. "I'm not supposed to be here. My name is Tom Paris…I'm supposed to be on a spaceship called Voyager over four hundred years in the future." The person walked closer to him, raising up a weapon and then pointed it at Tom. "No, no, you can't do this." Tom continued. "I'm not supposed to be here."
"This fell down again." The person said…it was his bodyguard, he was holding some sort of gun. "You said that you're the only one allowed to put it back up, here you go, sir." The bodyguard handed the gun to Tom.
"I'm not supposed to be here." Tom replied.
"Then why don't you just kill yourself and get it over with?" The bodyguard asked and then left. "Do us all a lot of good."
Maybe it was suicide. Maybe Kurt Cobain really did kill himself and it wasn't some crazed murderer or a jealous friend. But then again, maybe this was a chance to change the past. If Tom didn't kill himself…Cobain…tonight, then it would all change. Maybe that's why he was here.
So Tom Paris laid the gun down on the floor and tried to make his way up the stairs. He stumbled at almost every step, but eventually made it to the closest bedroom. Then, Tom lay down on the bed and went to sleep.
Earth
Tom Paris awoke again, knowingly not in the right bed he was supposed to be in. It was an uncomfortable bed, very very uncomfortable. He knew who he was, Tom Paris, Lieutenant on the starship Voyager, yadda yadda yadda. He also knew that he was just high and drunk, yet now felt perfectly clear with no hangover. When Tom stood up, someone walked into his one room apartment.
"Hey, Pete." The woman said. She was extremely beautiful with her bright red hair and bluish eyes. Then Tom realized why this girl looked so familiar. "I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry I can't stay, I have to go audition for a play."
"Kirsten Dunst?" Tom asked amazed.
"What?" She asked not happy at all.
"Um…sorry," He replied. Red hair…Kirsten Dunst look-alike…Pete…auditions for plays…this could only mean one thing. "Sorry, I was trying to remember the name of an actress I saw in a movie once…"
"Oh…alright." She said still confused, but came over and kissed him. "I'll see you later, Pete, for dinner, right?"
"Right, see you then…" Tom/Pete thought for a moment. "M.J."
The girl left and Tom let out a sigh of relief. She seemed fine with being called that, which means he was right about where he was. To make sure, Tom walked over to his closet and found a box on the floor. He opened it and inside it proved what he had thought from the beginning.
"I'm Spider-Man." Tom whispered to himself happily. He had always wanted to be Spider-Man, all the abilities that Spider-Man had would have been great. "This is awesome." So he did what anyone would do…he put the skin tight suit on.
Tom walked over to the open window of the apartment and put on the mask. It didn't take much to convince him to jump out the window and instead of falling to the ground, he pushed his two middle fingers to his palm and a web shot out and connected to a nearby building. This in turn let Tom hit face first into the building since it was too close to get a good swing off of. So he dangled there, holding onto the web for his dear life until he got up enough courage to try again. The second try went a lot smoother than the first and he was able to vault himself through the city. He was getting the hang of this…and he really liked it.
"I'm Spider-Man!!" Tom yelled. But then he was hit in the chest by a huge green board. It knocked him off of his web and he started to fall ten stories to the ground below. "Green Goblin…" He muttered as he stopped himself from falling by web slinging him slowly to the ground. "Just my luck…"