Key.
Sentences/ words that are bold and in italics, are direct thoughts.
Random italic words in a sentence are emphasis.
"Italics with speech marks" signify that what is being said within the speech marks is some distance away.
Bold is Onomatopoeia.
"Bold, italic, and speech marks" signify telepathic speech.
A/N- Chapter One!
Disclaimer- Same as before.
Chapter One- Reality
"Captain. I'm picking up a distress call," Hoshi said, looking up from her console in surprise, catching the Captain's eye. "Sir, it's on a Starfleet channel."
Captain Archer turned to T'Pol. "Can we pick the vessel up on our sensors?"
"Yes. It's a shuttle craft."
"Hoshi- can we hail them?" Archer asked his Comm. Officer.
"Audio only."
Archer nodded at the ensign, and she opened the link.
"This is Captain Jonathan Archer of the Starship Enterprise. How may we assist you?"
"Is this Enterprise from the universe with the Federation of Planets?" A disembodied voice sounded from the other end, a voice that was so distorted, even Hoshi and T'Pol couldn't make out whether it was male or female.
Captain Archer glanced at Malcolm. "Well, the Federation hasn't actually happened yet, but I'm told it will."
There was, what sounded like a sigh of relief from the other end.
"May we dock? My companion is wounded. He's unconscious."
Captain Archer gave his permission, and had Hoshi close the channel while Travis manoeuvred the ship around a bit to give the shuttlepod easier access to their docking port.
Archer turned to T'Pol, a frown on his face. "What do you think, whoever that was, meant by 'universe'?" He asked her.
"I am unsure, Captain," T'Pol answered. "Humans have 'dallied' with the idea of alternate universes- multiple realities that co-exist with our own. Each universe is similar, but has its differences. However, the Vulcan Science directorate has determined they don't exist."
"They said that about time travel- which we know exists," Archer pointed out. "Let's say for a minute that these alternate universes did exist, what sort of differences could there be?"
T'Pol thought for a moment before responding. "Lieutenant Reed could be a MACO, I could have long hair, you could be evil, and Ensign Sato could…"
"Be a slut who sleeps with anyone to get what she wants?" Interrupted a voice from the turbo lift.
Everyone turned at the sound, then stared.
A/N- Good?