Disclaimer: No.
Etc.: Well, apparently, I've gone insane and decided to put up the rest of 'Side Step' at once. Thanks to the people reading this and what not. Cheers.
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Side Step
viii: doctor who?
This is different.
Well, you knew it would be different—it's always different when the timelines change. But this is even more different. Where are you? Who are you now? What is this place? You look around. This is a tent (how do you know that?). There are beds with people (are they hurt?) in the next tent. The one you are in has blood all over the floor.
"Doctor Reed." Ah, that's you. You're Doctor Reed, part of the Xindi relief effort. You're a doctor of medicine, you think. You look at your clothing. It's stained with sweat and blood. You touch your face. You have a short beard. You look at the woman (nurse?) who just walked in, who said your name.
"That engineer they said they were sending is here." You nod and tell her to send him into sickbay proper (what is that? the tent with the people? certainly not this one, not with all the blood). You walk to the tent with the people. Those awake smile and say hello. You sit down on the bed of a little girl. She's asleep, in a coma—something. No one knows who she is. You assume her family was killed by the Xindi.
You call her Elizabeth. You take her hand.
"Hi," a voice says. Part of you knows the voice, thinks it's familiar. Another part of you says no, you don't know the voice. You look up. "Ah'm Lieutenant Trip Tucker, the engineer Starfleet sent ta help ya."
You nod. "Doctor Malcolm Reed."
He smiles. Part of you says that smile is familiar, that you know it. Another argues no. You understand suddenly. You understand that you must have known him before the time lines shifted, before they ended and changed.
You hate this war.
Etc.: Well, apparently, I've gone insane and decided to put up the rest of 'Side Step' at once. Thanks to the people reading this and what not. Cheers.
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Side Step
viii: doctor who?
This is different.
Well, you knew it would be different—it's always different when the timelines change. But this is even more different. Where are you? Who are you now? What is this place? You look around. This is a tent (how do you know that?). There are beds with people (are they hurt?) in the next tent. The one you are in has blood all over the floor.
"Doctor Reed." Ah, that's you. You're Doctor Reed, part of the Xindi relief effort. You're a doctor of medicine, you think. You look at your clothing. It's stained with sweat and blood. You touch your face. You have a short beard. You look at the woman (nurse?) who just walked in, who said your name.
"That engineer they said they were sending is here." You nod and tell her to send him into sickbay proper (what is that? the tent with the people? certainly not this one, not with all the blood). You walk to the tent with the people. Those awake smile and say hello. You sit down on the bed of a little girl. She's asleep, in a coma—something. No one knows who she is. You assume her family was killed by the Xindi.
You call her Elizabeth. You take her hand.
"Hi," a voice says. Part of you knows the voice, thinks it's familiar. Another part of you says no, you don't know the voice. You look up. "Ah'm Lieutenant Trip Tucker, the engineer Starfleet sent ta help ya."
You nod. "Doctor Malcolm Reed."
He smiles. Part of you says that smile is familiar, that you know it. Another argues no. You understand suddenly. You understand that you must have known him before the time lines shifted, before they ended and changed.
You hate this war.
