A/N: This is a new story I'm working on. As is obvious I could never completely accurately portray any character on NZT, but I'll try. I'll also try and educate you all a little while I'm at it. That way, it at least looks a bit more realistic. If I make a mistake though please call me out on it. Or I won't learn.


Chapter 1: Miss Pink-Pajamas

In retrospect it was a gamble, a calculated one, but a gamble none the less. Even nowadays, with the new discoveries made every day, how I got there that day and how I knew those things still remain a mystery. But, let me tell you the beginning of my story.

After all I still remember it, as if it were yesterday.


It was April 2020, because of the recent outbreak of a new virus everyone was told to stay at home to avoid the spread of this terrible new illness that could kill even healthy people if they were unlucky. The name of the virus is Covid-19 or otherwise known as Corona. It would attack mainly the lungs of the person causing their oxygen levels to sink so lows it could kill them. Many people had already died worldwide, though they were predominantly the weakest links of society: The elderly, the morbidly obese and the immunocompromised, and as a side-note; the overworked doctors.

I, as both a law-abiding citizen – and suffering from asthma – alongside an unfortunate tendency to sporadically fall ill, decided on staying at home for the evening. Far from the risk of infection.

As I browsed through new series' on Netflix I saw a new title I had not seen before: Limitless. As I clicked on it, I saw it was complete with 22 episodes. Nice! I thought.

The guy on the poster looks okay I guess? Not really my type though. Let's read the premise...

In the end I became so engrossed in the show that I binge-watched several episodes in one go.

Wow, this Sands guy is kind of a jerk, but he has his sweet spots too I suppose. I mean he cares about his son at least. He also did give Brian a warning. Even as the bad guy, he has a sense of fidelity.

"Alright, I'll watch the last few episodes tomorrow." I mumbled to myself as I donned my blue set of pajamas for the night.

The next day I watched the rest of the show. Just like always, I was disappointed when I finished the last episode with the open end, but at least the show had served the purpose of making me rethink everything I knew as my life, as all good shows did. While Brian hadn't really been my type, I liked how he was able to become a better version of himself. Yet I also saw the appeal of what Senator Morra had said; to leave his old self behind to become someone new, someone he wanted to be.

My life had always been chaotic, going from one place to another, never sticking around long enough to actually finish anything. It'd been only 3 months since I'd finally finished college, Brian wasn't the kind of chad I'd usually pick as the hunk of the show, but he was more like myself than I'd cared to admit. I'd had good years too, I'd travelled through Asia and I had a wide variety of knowledge in a multitude of fields. The only problem was that every time everything was going well for me; I would get sick. Sick to the point of being unable to do anything, and too often to really specialize in anything in regards to a career. It was frustrating enough to want to cry, though I tried to avoid focussing on it, mainly by keeping myself occupied by a lot of hobbies. My most recent one: Learning to play guitar.

Now you might say that it was because of the show, but no, it wasn't. I had been learning guitar ever since my boyfriend started to teach me some 2 years ago. Even if we long since broke up since then, I had kept the habit of teaching myself the instrument with the help of some programs and useful apps.

I was deep in thought about the show and I couldn't help but Google the show to see if maybe there was some more content that wasn't on Netflix. And yes there was, a movie of the same name. Awesome!

The movie, that had some more details about Edward Morra was interesting to say the least. Together with the tv-show it was a nice conclusion to have, even if it had been a prequel. It also showed that he'd had problems of his own because of the drug and that he was a lot more relatable, straight-laced and passionate, than I had originally though. Beneath it all he still wasn't a good person though, but at least he was trying to be, even if he had some more questionable moral issues, but I sure as hell wasn't going to call the kettle black.

I also kind of felt sorry for both him and his girlfriend. She didn't want to take NZT, though I could understand why she didn't want to, I felt it a little was unfair to the both of them. He would continue to grow and learn in ways beyond what a normal human could ever hope to comprehend, he showed it when he talked in Mandarin with that waiter, while she just looked on completely lost. I wouldn't ever want a relation like that...

After the movie I sported a bit of a headache, getting up from the couch I realized just how bad I felt, I got the thermometer; 100,6/38,1) I was running a fever again, I often did lately. I got an aspirin and got changed into my pajamas. Feeling worse by the second I also grabbed a small cool towel to put on my face and got into bed to sleep.

If only I could just take NZT to figure the fuck out what's wrong with me. Or better yet, fix it and get better...


I woke up, blinking in the sharp early morning light. I didn't know how or why, but I was standing. I was standing even though I was supposed to be lying in bed. I wasn't tired though, so I assumed I did sleep. Did I sleepwalk? When the world came into focus and the sounds started. The first thing I noticed was the chirping birds and a sign that read: Vote Edward Morra for senator.

The sign was on the side of a big red bus used for tourist tours, there was a picture on the sign with it. He looked familiar. It took a second before I realized it was the guy who was in the tv-show and movie I just watched. "Hehe, very funny brain." I muttered thinking I was just dreaming.

I looked around the very life-like dream I was having. I'd had lucid dreams before, so this was not completely out of the ordinary. As I looked around more I realized where I was within seconds: New York. It wasn't really all that hard to figure out, I was right in front of Maine Monument after all. Though I'd never been to New York before, the amount of movies and shows I'd seen that played there were staggering to say the least, the tv-show and movie I'd just watched included. On the square there were only a few people here, most with dogs, a sole street artist making a painting and a small coffee-stand with a very sleepy looking clerk at the corner.

However I felt like something was off, my lucid dreams had never been this detailed before. Not to mention I was usually not so self-aware that I would realize that I was actually still in my pajamas. I also noticed that, though there were few people there, which was an oddity in itself too, that people were staring at me.

A bit creeped out, I wanted to wake myself up by reflex. I dug my nails into a bit of skin. Startled I realized it actually hurt, but I was no closer to waking up. I didn't know what kind of story this brain of mine had cooked up this time, but it was time to wake up now. I somehow remembered that in a dream you cannot remember the faces of a random people, so I decided to walk up to someone. Just pretending to ask the time. If it was a dream I wouldn't be able to focus on that persons face and would either get a distorted picture or I would wake up. If neither happened... well then that would be weird in it's own way.

I walked over to a lady sitting on a bench with a Pomeranian dog at her side. I guess it must be because even in a dream I couldn't imagine speaking anything but English here, I asked her in English:

"Excuse me... I was hoping you could tell me what time it is."

"Ehm.. Sure, it's 7:30 am."

"Oh, okay thank you, very much." The lady I estimated to be around early thirties answered. She looked kind of posh with expensive clothing and shoes, but her face was kind enough. Everything normal and I still haven't woken up. I was at a loss on what to do now, and I probably looked the part as she continued on.

"Are you okay, why are you in your pajamas?"

"Ehehe, ehm... Well... I... I sleep walk." I blurted out. Going with the first thing that came to mind as a logical explanation on why I would be out here looking like this.

"Oh, that must be so inconvenient, I hope you're okay? Though I suppose you must live reasonably close by then, right?"

Not really knowing what to say, I merely nodded as I sat down on the bench besides her. Wondering to myself how I was going to explain this if this was not a dream. I could barely believe it, and I couldn't even explain it to myself, let alone someone else. I mean if this wasn't a dream, how did I get here? I couldn't have crossed continents while sleepwalking the whole time. That gave me an idea, I asked her for the time before, but not the date. Maybe I really did fly over and I'd actually been asleep for several days? Even I thought it was far fetched idea though, yet I didn't have a choice at this point. Especially since I was still in the same pajamas I'd gone to sleep in last night. Not to mention I didn't even have my passport with me, or anything else for that matter. There was even more so the fact, that the borders were closed due to the lock-down thanks to the virus. So the more I thought about it the weirder it became.

Remembering the poster, I thought that... Maybe?... No?...Could I really have transferred to the universe of that movie and tv-show I just watched?

I did think that was improbable too and that it could be I was just having a more realistic dream than usual. However I also thought whether it was or wasn't, I should start doing something soon.

Anyway if this was just a dream why not have some fun? Whether it's real or not shouldn't matter that much. I mean if I am really here, I might as well try some of this NZT myself to really see what it's like, and one pill should still be okay. I didn't know if I would like the smarter version of myself, I mean I'd always been an intellect, more or less. So maybe this wouldn't change me all that much? It was just that this would take it to a whole new level. Oh, and the trauma's, I wondered if that would be better? Or actually worse, Brian wasn't really traumatized at all because of the NZT though, so maybe I would even be able to work through them? Rebecca did.

I hope I'll still at least value human life though, or I won't care about the things I could do this early on in terms of saving a few people. I mean, the poster reads: Vote for senator. That means this is slightly before the start of the tv-show, but after most of the movie. I might even be able to save Rebecca's dad from being killed by Sands if I play my cards right, even Piper's boyfriend too. How to go about it is really the question though. I sat there thinking for a while, when the lady next to me got my attention again.

"Hello? Are you okay? Is there someone I can call for you? You look kind of out of it."

Remembering that I was on my own in a city I only sort of knew, without money, a phone or even normal clothes. I also realized that I might not even have a home in this world. It was quite possible that originally, I didn't even exist in this world, or that I had a double version of myself already living here. Well this can actually also be taken as a pro, I might not be able to call anyone I know, but it's not like I cared all that much about my life to begin with, let's just live out this dream for as long as it lasts and not worry about that.

"Ehm yes sorry, I was just thinking on what to do. I only just moved to the city and to be honest I don't know my way back." I tried to laugh a bit about myself to put her at ease. Lying wasn't that hard after all. "Say could I possibly use your phone for a bit to look up a phone number?" I continued on. I knew calling Mr. Morra was a long shot and that I might not be able to reach him directly but maybe I could get his secretary to either relay a message or get Mr. Sands on the phone.

"Yeah, sure," she handed me a IPhone 6 with a golden rimming. "It's the latest model, I only just got it a few days ago."

Latest model? The latest model should be the IPhone 12 Pro Max. Maybe I went back in time too? After all the movie and the show were already several years old?

I started just a bit to long at the phone for it to auto lock itself. Out of habit I pressed the home button to unlock it. I'd had the same phone for years after all though by the time I bought it, it'd been a decently outdated model by 2 years after the release.

Since my fingerprint didn't open the phone it just showed me the time and date: 7:41 am, 24th of September 2015. So I'd not only jumped through space but also through time, It had been early April in 2020 when I'd gone to sleep yesterday. 2015... That's interesting...

"Oops, sorry I was a bit to slow. Could you unlock it again." I asked, trying to not space out too much again.

"Of course." The lady looked on smugly as she realized that the I, the odd one next to her had been staring at her expensive phone.

Hehe, never seen this before have you? Since you can't possibly have this... It doesn't even officially come on sale until tomorrow. Maybe she knows it and she was staring because of that?

When I went to Safari and typed in: Edward Morra Contact, into Google. The search result at the top was for his office, which included a number. About to copy the number, I paused. It said the office didn't open until 8 am.

"Oh I found the number."

"Well that's all good then, go ahead and call."

"Thank you, but I still have to wait a bit the office doesn't open until 8."

"Oh that sucks, but I don't have the time to wait with you, if you want I can give you a pen to write the number down though." She said as she rummaged in her purse. "Sorry dear, but I don't have any paper." She said as she handed me the pen and stood up from the bench, the little dog at her side becoming exited to be on the move again.

"That would be more than fine." I said as I took the pen from her and scribbled the number down on my left hand. When I finished I stood up as well returning the pen, I closed the Google tab on her phone and returned it as well.

"Are you going to be okay waiting for a while? If you want you can come home with me first and they can come pick you up from there." She said doubtfully.

"No need to worry it's only another 15 minutes. Again thank you so much for letting me borrow your phone. I hope you have a great day." I said smiling at her. She called to her dog Snippy to get going and I waved another time when she turned around a few feet away.

I sat back down on the bench. Honestly I was kind of glad to not have to go ahead and call right away. Now I had some time to go over what I was going to say beforehand. Calculate the best thing to say and not to say. After all you should never show your hand too early.

After I'd run simulations in my head for a while, ran all the possible questions I would likely be asked and came up with some reasonable lies. When I estimated 20 minutes or so to have passed, I got up. It should be about 8:04 am now. It's time to get this show, or rather dream, on the road.

I walked up to a young man with dark curls, a Beagle walking next to him. He was about to enter the park but he stopped walking when I called out.

"Excuse me, do you reckon I could borrow your phone for a bit? I just sleepwalked all the way here and I want to call someone to come pick me up, do you mind?" I said, as I bowed down to pet the little guy jumping up my leg.

"He likes you and no, I don't mind at all." He said smiling back as he handed a Samsung S5 to me after I stood back up. I dialled in the number on my hand and paced a bit back and forth while it rang. Despite the pre-runs I'd done the past 20 minutes I was still slightly nervous, but exited all the same too.

"Good morning, Edward Morra's office. His secretary Louise speaking." A female voice spoke on the other end of the line.

"Good morning. I'd like to speak to Mr. Morra if he is available." I said as I walked a small distance from the young man who's phone I'd borrowed and started to pace back and forth, subtly putting a bit more distance between us so he couldn't overhear the conversation.

"I'm sorry, Mr. Morra isn't available right now. Can I put through a message, miss?"

"Could you put me through to Mr. Sands then? It is important."

"Mr. Sands is not here right now, but I could have him call you back, miss?"

"Yes, please do. Have him call back to this number quickly, tell him it's urgent please."

"Can I have your name to give to Mr. Sa..." I hung up the phone before she even finished and walked back to the young man smiling.

"Hey, the person I needed to speak to wasn't at his office yet, I asked them to put through a message they should call back in within a few minutes, or else I'll call again. Would you mind if I hold onto your phone just a little more, I'll walk with you until then."

"I don't mind, but are you sure? You're not wearing any shoes." He asked a little worriedly. I looked down and shrugged it off with a small chuckle.

"I'm okay as long as you don't walk to fast."

He slowly nodded in response, but contrary to what I though he would do, he walked back to the same bench as I was sitting on earlier and motioned for me to come sit next to him. Smiling at him I obliged.

"Glad to see chivalry not dead." I said as I sat down and it made him chuckle as well.

"No worries Miss Pink-Pajamas. Though I'm not in a hurry, I hope they'll call back soon since you must be uncomfortable like this, right?" Now it was my time to chuckle.

"Only a little, I'm just glad it's not very cold at the moment. But yes, I hope they will too."

We sat in silent companionship for a few seconds as I petted the enthusiastic beagle for a bit. I was about to ask its his name when the phone in my hand started buzzing. A bit surprised I jumped up from the bench, again walking a few paces, before I finally slid the button with my thumb to the right to pick up. The first thing I heard was the very familiar and curt voice saying:

"Sands, who am I speaking to?" And I couldn't help smiling.

"Good morning Mr. Sands. How nice of you to call back, however I'd actually rather speak to your boss. It's quite the delicate issue after all."

"Mister Morra won't become available unless it's important, state your business or I'll hang up."

"Patience, Mr. Sands. I was getting to that. It's about a certain drug our dear future senator is involved with. A drug by the name of NZT."

"..." It remained silent on the other end of the line for a few seconds, until Sands' voice sounded on the other end again:

"Wait a moment."

"Of course, but don't take too long. Oh, and do feel free to arrange a car while I talk to your boss. I want to be picked up at the corner of 59th street at the central park main entrance soon, I'll be waiting on a bench next to the monument. Well then Mr. Sands I expect I'll be seeing you soon."

"..." The other side of the line remained silent and cut off after a few seconds. I took a moment to re-ascertain that both my nerves and excitement were under control, even going as far to take a few calming breaths for a precious few moments. Luckily I didn't have have to wait excessively long as the phone buzzed again within minutes and after picking up, another all to familiar voice sounded on the other end of the line.

"This is Edward Morra, can you please tell me who you are?" He said in his usual charming voice, I could however hear the silent chill in it too and it was exactly because of that, that I couldn't help but smile.

"Who I am is not so much important as what I know, Isn't that right future senator?" I wasn't going to be intimidated by him, after all.

"But not to worry too much I don't plan to go running off or blabbing all your big and some dirty secrets to whoever wants to hear about it, yet." I said when he remained quiet.

If he heard my bluff he did not comment and instead waited for me to finish my monologue.

"I think I'll give you a chance first. I'd like to meet, face-to-face."

"And what kind of secrets do you claim to know, if I may ask? You're asking me to trust you after all, you'll have to trust me too." His voice unshaken, I could tell he wasn't even all too bothered about this, but the fact that he bothered to inquire made me giddy.

"Well to name just one thing; I know of your, drug abuse? No, not abuse, prudent use of the substance known as NZT-48." At this point I could barely contain my laughter, so I'm sure some of my giddiness must have leaked in my voice. Especially since his next comment was a lot less frigid than before.

"I agree we meet. What are you suggesting?"

"Well, I've found myself in a bit of a pickle, so I will need get a few things and some time to get ready before meeting you. How about you meet me for drinks tonight in a hotel bar of your choosing, say 9:30 pm? You can send your guy Sands to come chaperone me until then, to show you I am willing to trust you too. I would however appreciate some spending money, a girl will need... a dress... Don't worry too much though, you can set the limit."

I made a wink at the guy on the bench, but in my head I was pretending to do so at Morra, even if he couldn't see it. There was a slight pause, before he answered, however when he did, it sounded without doubt intrigued. I'd hooked him, he might be on NZT, but I knew the show, I knew him.

"Okay, then I say we meet at The Langham Hotel at 5th avenue."

"I have no objections. I'll leave the arrangements to you."

"You seem awfully calm, do you really have that much confidence that this will all go well?" The 'for you' was only implied but it couldn't be less obvious to me. That he bothered to threaten me again was a sure sign I'd caught his attention and I couldn't help but chuckle. I knew perfectly well Mr. Morra could have me killed as easy as pie, and he knew that too. What he didn't know was, whether I had any safeguards in place and I was sure that was what he was being careful about, that would keep me safe, or at least as safe as it could be. And if not this was a short but funny dream. Welp or I really die.

"Yes, because it will be more than worth your while Senator." There was a slight pause... And I realized I'd said Senator instead of future senator. But I didn't bother correcting myself.

"Until tonight then miss...?" Again he tried to lure me into telling him my name.

I knew I would have to give him something in the end, but I couldn't bring myself to say my real name. It might sound weird but I felt like if I did say it, it would be the end of the dream. My advantage was that I had nothing and as far as anyone was concerned I simply didn't exist at all. I looked back at the guy who's phone I'd been using for the past 15 minutes and I thought of something that made me smile even more. I caught his eye and made a thumps up to him. Redirecting my focus back to the man on the phone I smirked.

"Miss Pink-Pajamas, I'm sure Mr. Sands will appreciate that." I couldn't help but chuckle before I continued on:

"Well then Edward Morra, it's a date." After that I cut the line not bothering to see if he would respond to that.

Slightly relieved I walked back. I handed the guy with the curls his phone back and profoundly thanked him for his patience. I told him I would be picked up by someone with a car soon and that he needn't worry any more. He insisted on waiting with me for a little bit though, and we made small talk for a bit. I found out that his name was Tayi and that he lived close by with his brother. We talked about all kinds of things for a while and by the time he said he had to go, at least another 20 minutes had passed. I waved him goodbye after I promised to come by the park again, since I had disappointed him when I told him I had no phone-number to give at the moment.

After Tayi was out of sight, I sat back down on the same bench again. I closed my eyes for a bit, enjoying both the sun and the breeze and a few more minutes passed that way until I heard someone walk up to me, I opened my eyes expecting to see Jared Sands there, Instead it was the street-artist that had been on the other side of the square. I blinked in surprise, he didn't say anything. He looked down and my gaze followed as showed me what he was carrying in his hands. A canvas with a beautiful painting of the square, the monument and me! In the painting I was looking at the statue with a peaceful grin on my face whilst sitting on the bench in my pink pajamas.


A/N 1: So this is my first Limitless fanfic, for both the movie and the tv-series there aren't many fics. Even combined there are few, but I do know that there are fans out there somewhere and I hope those people they can enjoy this. Let me know if you think the canon characters are too OOC. I really tried my best.

A/N 2: Langham Hotel at 5th avenue really exists. It's a very famous chain around the world. Never been to the one in New York so most of the interior mentioned is made up. They do have a five star restaurant if I'm not mistaken though. But at which floor it is, I don't know. I made that up.

A/N 3: If you liked this don't forget to check out u/PolaroidBubbleTea's fanfic too that should be posted sometime soon to. I'll link their thread in a A/N once it's posted too.

A/N 4: Don't forget to Rate and Review and I'll be back with chapter 2 soon.