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Chapter 21

Benji's trance was broken by the sound of someone rushing into the room. He opened his eyes to see the doctor from a few minutes ago, accompanied by two familiar looking men.

"So you're here, too?" he wasn't very impressed.

"Mr Dunn," Kirk was trying to hold back his impatience. Such reaction really was slightly confusing but, in a way, he had to have expected it. "My name is James T. Kirk, Captain of starship USS Enterprise".

Benji raised an eyebrow in a manner that would have made Spock proud, if not for the smile that appeared on his face. This dream was getting interesting.

"Are you from the future?" he asked, studying Kirk's features.

The captain couldn't hold back the flashbacks. Despite Dunn wasn't Scottish and, naturally, lacked the accent, it still reminded Kirk of his first meeting with Scotty.

"Yes," Jim replied after suppressing a smile. "You are taking it rather well…"

"He thinks it's all a dream," McCoy muttered grumpily.

"That's a fairly logical assumption," Spock remarked, causing Benji to finally move his gaze to look at him. The Englishman's eyes widened slightly when he noticed the Vulcan's unusually shaped ears.

"Are you an alien?" he asked, staring at Spock with child-like curiosity.

"To you I am," Spock replied coldly. "I am Commander Spock. First Officer of the ship".

Benji nodded. This was obviously a dream but why not have a laugh and join in?

"So why am I here?" he asked.

"There was a Kli… a man from our time who was trying to kill you," Kirk answered as carefully as he could.

Benji smirked. Both in real life and his dreams someone always tried to kill him. Would he ever catch a break? He suddenly wondered what it would be like to have a normal life. To start a family, get a less dangerous job… Now this prospect looked less likely than ever.

"Why?" he inquired. "Why did this man want to kill me?"

Spock raised an eyebrow quizzically.

"Interesting," he muttered. "It looks like you don't find it strange that someone wanted to kill you. You just want to know this particular person's reason".

"Professional habit," Benji shrugged. "So what did this man want?"

"I'm afraid I can't tell you that," Kirk blurted out. "But what kind of profession would form habits like that?"

Benji tensed. This dream was getting weird. What if someone had gotten him in this state to make him open all the secrets in his delirium?

"Well, I'm afraid I can't tell you that, either," he replied sternly. "How long am I going to be on this… ship?"

"As soon as we make sure that you are fully recovered, you are free to go," Bones assured him.

Benji rubbed his face. It was getting him nowhere. Why wasn't he waking up?... He was tired. Weird feeling for a dream…

"You need to rest," the doctor's voice was a bit softer this time.

Benji closed his tired eyes. This light thing was giving him a headache. Who the hell decided to light the place so brightly? It was flaring in his eyes almost painfully. He wondered if it would still be there when he woke up. If anything would be there when he woke up. If he woke up…

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Bewilderment was the first thing Benji felt when he woke up in the same room again. He didn't know what to think so he decided to give up and go along with door opened and the doctor came in again, this time alone.

"How are you feeling?" he asked, looking at the patient intently.

"Uh... fine," Benji was confused. Was he going completely mad? And what if everything he had been told was true? No, that was just too crazy.

"Can you stand?" McCoy asked, approaching him.

"I don't know, I guess…" with the help from the doctor Benji got up. It felt odd to stand on his legs after so long. After a few moments of shaking the agent finally found his ground.

Just as the exercise was over, two more people walked in. One of them was very young and looked almost like a teenager. Benji's glance, however, was glued to the other man. He remembered that face. It was pretty much impossible for him to forget it, as it looked too much like his own.

The younger man seemed to be equally stunned upon seeing the picture. His eyes wide, he only managed to swear mildly under his breath… in Russian for some reason.

"Watch your language," Benji exclaimed in Russian, purely to witness the reaction. And it was definitely highly amusing. The young man blushed and looked down awkwardly.

"You speak Russian?" it was McCoy who voiced the collective question.

"Along with some other languages," Benji shrugged. In the surrealism of the situation he felt like he didn't need to clarify too many things. "Who are you?"

"Pavel Andreievich Chekov," the Russian blurted out with a smile. However, he soon realised that Dunn's main attention was focused on the engineer.

"I am Montgomery Scott, chief engineer," he introduced himself. "But friends call me Scotty".

"Nice to meet you," Benji decided to join this madness, nodding at both of the men in front of him. "Benjamin Dunn. I think you already know that. Friends call me Benji".

Friends… Benji suddenly felt very lonely. Wherever he was, be it the depths of his mind, the afterlife or even onboard a starship from the future, his friends were far away. At least if what they were saying was true and it really was the last option, he had that chance to come back. But the chance of that being true was way too slim…

"Alright, that's enough for now," Bones said quietly. Benji felt something touch his neck, like a tiny injection, and everything went dark.