Thank you one person kathryn_janeway 2005 for reviewing LOL ( but that
doesn't mean I won't accept more! And remember, Delta Kiwitized, Chakotay's
Lament, Sleepover in Dimension 9047, and Once in a Lifetime are short
stories that happen when Delta phases. Don't worry, I'll explain. . . soon
enough. But review them anyway. NEBELLETHEY hasn't shot me yet, so I think
I'm ok. . . for now *looks apprehensively over shoulder* Read. Relax.
Review. And remember, you are unique. Just like everyone else.
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Janeway was rarely caught off guard. In fact, she could count the times on one hand. But she'd never been more surprised.
"Watching us. . . on TELEVISION. . . In another dimension." Leaning forward, Janeway's eyes bore into the girl's. "Am I supposed to believe that?"
The girl was stared the Captain down calmly. "Do you want my evidence or not?"
Janeway glanced at Chakotay. "The benefit of the doubt." He said with a shrug.
"Start talking." Janeway's death glare would have made a lesser person shrivel.
"Did you get any, I don't know, strange reading when or before I fell on the Warp Core?"
The Vulcan stepped in. "In fact we did." The girl looked at him questioningly, prompting him to continue. "They were elevated chronaton readings, with a background fluxtuating frequency."
"Chronaton. . . time travel. . . fluxtuating frequency. . . yes, it makes sense. You see, on Deep Space Nine they've discovered something called an interdimensional transporter. There are dimensions right beside each other where everything's the same, but different. Like, the people look the same, but they do different things with different personalities. I think I've fallen through a natural rift in the dimensional continuum."
"Really? And why do think this?"
Unperturbed by the Captain's skeptical attitude, the girl continued. "Well, in my dimension, I used to watch a television show called 'Star Trek'. There were five different series and I watched them all. The original one was just called 'Star Trek' and was the adventures of Captain James T. Kirk. Then came Star Trek: The Next Generation, with Captain Jean-Luc Picard. Then Star Trek: DS9, and a flashback series, Star Trek: Enterprise with Captain Archer. But there was also. . . Star Trek: Voyager. Captain Kathryn Janeway, in the Delta Quadrant."
Faces ranged from shock and disbelief (Chakotay and the Doctor), to suppressed intrigue (Tuvok), to disdain and an underlying amazement (Guess who?).
Taking yet another deep breath, the girl continued: "I loved those shows. All of them I watched them all, but TNG and Enterprise I liked more than the Original and DS9, but the best was always Voyager. Always Voyager. . ." she cut off. "I used to wish I'd somehow be. . . transported into Voyager. . ." stopping again she inhaled shakily. "Anyway, all five series were made by Rick Berman or Gene Roddenberry. . . I think that they had some sort of, sub telepathic link with this dimension or something. So they made the shows, documenting what you'd done. So ya. That's my idea."
Nobody said anything.
"I know you don't believe me Captain, Kathryn. But it's true. I know that anything I tell you'll just say I could've gotten through an intelligence file or something, but I've watched like 80% of all the shows and. . . well, I know, you have an Irish setter named Mollie. You rescued her from a pound on. . . funny, I remembered a second ago. Anyway, you love music and you've always regretted never learning how to play an instrument. And Chakotay, you where that tattoo to honour your father. Tuvok. . . er. . . well, I don't REALLY know anything intimate about you, so Doctor, you are a hologram, but you always wish to expand beyond your program. A 24th Century Data." The girl finished with a grin.
Kathryn Janeway had to relent. It made sense. The time travel, temporal flux, chonatons, but with the fluxtuating frequency. Her knowing all about them. . . and the doctor had confirmed: she really had amnesia. That kind of thing couldn't be faked.
"Well then. It seems like we're stuck with you. I'm going to have to hear more about this, but first, the doctor should try to figure out what time period your from. Do you remember anything else? About yourself?"
"No. . . But everything I remember about Star Trek is perfectly clear. I can hear everything you all said, in my head, and see most scenes in my minds eye." As an afterthought, she asked "Captain, how long have you been in the Delta Quadrant?"
"2 years."
"Only two? Then I'm afraid I don't know much about now. Though I know some."
"What do you mean?"
"You've been over this before with Chakotay, Captain. Temporal Prime Directive. You always wanting answers to questions you shouldn't ask. If I'm correct, you usually find out too much about your future. I'll keep my mouth shut. As for the time period I come from, I have a watch. Will that help?"
The doctor took the proffered mechanism. "Interesting. . . digital. . . but this is most certainly a mans watch, why do you have it?"
"It feels good on my wrist." Came the frank reply.
"Well, from the Nike symbol and the design I'd say late 20th century, early 21st. I'd also say that you are about 14 to 17 years old." He handed the watch back.
Chakotay leaned over to speak for the first time in a while. "Captain, I think we should give her her own quarters. Make her feel welcome. I don't think she means any harm."
"Good idea, Chakotay. Now, firstly," she asked, turning to the young teen, "you need a name. Any ideas?"
"Well, we ARE in the Delta Quadrant, and I like the sound of. . . Ah ha! I've got it!"
"What?"
(Guess What? 20 bucks to the one who guesses! LOL) "Delta Andromeda. Initials DA, and I'm a Dimensional Anomaly. It fits."
The Captain gave the first warm smile she'd given the girl. "Delta Andromeda it is. Now, Commander Chakotay will take you to your quarters."
"Thank you Captain." Delta hopped off the bed and began to follow the Commander out of the room. Behind her, she heard Tuvok say "Captain, this is an interesting theory of reality."
"Reality is only an illusion, Tuvok!" called DA over her shoulder. "Albeit a very persistent one!" The doors closed behind her.
Tuvok raised an eyebrow at the Captain. "Intriguing. Her dimension has Albert Einstein."
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Like it? Love it? Think I'm the devil? Insane? Brilliant? Should be somewhere with soft padded walls? Tell me! But if you don't that's ok. You'll get another chance in 59 billion years on the next time round. Word to the wise: Stay away from the CIA.
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Janeway was rarely caught off guard. In fact, she could count the times on one hand. But she'd never been more surprised.
"Watching us. . . on TELEVISION. . . In another dimension." Leaning forward, Janeway's eyes bore into the girl's. "Am I supposed to believe that?"
The girl was stared the Captain down calmly. "Do you want my evidence or not?"
Janeway glanced at Chakotay. "The benefit of the doubt." He said with a shrug.
"Start talking." Janeway's death glare would have made a lesser person shrivel.
"Did you get any, I don't know, strange reading when or before I fell on the Warp Core?"
The Vulcan stepped in. "In fact we did." The girl looked at him questioningly, prompting him to continue. "They were elevated chronaton readings, with a background fluxtuating frequency."
"Chronaton. . . time travel. . . fluxtuating frequency. . . yes, it makes sense. You see, on Deep Space Nine they've discovered something called an interdimensional transporter. There are dimensions right beside each other where everything's the same, but different. Like, the people look the same, but they do different things with different personalities. I think I've fallen through a natural rift in the dimensional continuum."
"Really? And why do think this?"
Unperturbed by the Captain's skeptical attitude, the girl continued. "Well, in my dimension, I used to watch a television show called 'Star Trek'. There were five different series and I watched them all. The original one was just called 'Star Trek' and was the adventures of Captain James T. Kirk. Then came Star Trek: The Next Generation, with Captain Jean-Luc Picard. Then Star Trek: DS9, and a flashback series, Star Trek: Enterprise with Captain Archer. But there was also. . . Star Trek: Voyager. Captain Kathryn Janeway, in the Delta Quadrant."
Faces ranged from shock and disbelief (Chakotay and the Doctor), to suppressed intrigue (Tuvok), to disdain and an underlying amazement (Guess who?).
Taking yet another deep breath, the girl continued: "I loved those shows. All of them I watched them all, but TNG and Enterprise I liked more than the Original and DS9, but the best was always Voyager. Always Voyager. . ." she cut off. "I used to wish I'd somehow be. . . transported into Voyager. . ." stopping again she inhaled shakily. "Anyway, all five series were made by Rick Berman or Gene Roddenberry. . . I think that they had some sort of, sub telepathic link with this dimension or something. So they made the shows, documenting what you'd done. So ya. That's my idea."
Nobody said anything.
"I know you don't believe me Captain, Kathryn. But it's true. I know that anything I tell you'll just say I could've gotten through an intelligence file or something, but I've watched like 80% of all the shows and. . . well, I know, you have an Irish setter named Mollie. You rescued her from a pound on. . . funny, I remembered a second ago. Anyway, you love music and you've always regretted never learning how to play an instrument. And Chakotay, you where that tattoo to honour your father. Tuvok. . . er. . . well, I don't REALLY know anything intimate about you, so Doctor, you are a hologram, but you always wish to expand beyond your program. A 24th Century Data." The girl finished with a grin.
Kathryn Janeway had to relent. It made sense. The time travel, temporal flux, chonatons, but with the fluxtuating frequency. Her knowing all about them. . . and the doctor had confirmed: she really had amnesia. That kind of thing couldn't be faked.
"Well then. It seems like we're stuck with you. I'm going to have to hear more about this, but first, the doctor should try to figure out what time period your from. Do you remember anything else? About yourself?"
"No. . . But everything I remember about Star Trek is perfectly clear. I can hear everything you all said, in my head, and see most scenes in my minds eye." As an afterthought, she asked "Captain, how long have you been in the Delta Quadrant?"
"2 years."
"Only two? Then I'm afraid I don't know much about now. Though I know some."
"What do you mean?"
"You've been over this before with Chakotay, Captain. Temporal Prime Directive. You always wanting answers to questions you shouldn't ask. If I'm correct, you usually find out too much about your future. I'll keep my mouth shut. As for the time period I come from, I have a watch. Will that help?"
The doctor took the proffered mechanism. "Interesting. . . digital. . . but this is most certainly a mans watch, why do you have it?"
"It feels good on my wrist." Came the frank reply.
"Well, from the Nike symbol and the design I'd say late 20th century, early 21st. I'd also say that you are about 14 to 17 years old." He handed the watch back.
Chakotay leaned over to speak for the first time in a while. "Captain, I think we should give her her own quarters. Make her feel welcome. I don't think she means any harm."
"Good idea, Chakotay. Now, firstly," she asked, turning to the young teen, "you need a name. Any ideas?"
"Well, we ARE in the Delta Quadrant, and I like the sound of. . . Ah ha! I've got it!"
"What?"
(Guess What? 20 bucks to the one who guesses! LOL) "Delta Andromeda. Initials DA, and I'm a Dimensional Anomaly. It fits."
The Captain gave the first warm smile she'd given the girl. "Delta Andromeda it is. Now, Commander Chakotay will take you to your quarters."
"Thank you Captain." Delta hopped off the bed and began to follow the Commander out of the room. Behind her, she heard Tuvok say "Captain, this is an interesting theory of reality."
"Reality is only an illusion, Tuvok!" called DA over her shoulder. "Albeit a very persistent one!" The doors closed behind her.
Tuvok raised an eyebrow at the Captain. "Intriguing. Her dimension has Albert Einstein."
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Like it? Love it? Think I'm the devil? Insane? Brilliant? Should be somewhere with soft padded walls? Tell me! But if you don't that's ok. You'll get another chance in 59 billion years on the next time round. Word to the wise: Stay away from the CIA.