The first thing I became aware of was the fact that I was on a floor, more precisely a grassy ground. Popping one tired blue eye open I sat up and looked around, it was still dark but with the street light and the moon I could see the details. I was on some campus or another, the grass was lush and healthy from the feel of it. I was under a tree that was in the middle of the court yard. Standing up and cracking my back I walked to the sign that was centered not far from my tree and froze before rubbing my eyes and reading it again, then a third time the fourth time the laugh that left me was almost bordering to hysteria but in this case no one could blame me. The damn sign read Starfleet Academy. After laughing I pinched my self thinking I was dreaming but found out that it was very real.

"Great I've lost my mind. I am probably rolling around in the halls of an asylum like Adam in I am The Cheese." though in any other situation that would of made me laugh it just worried me greatly. I could remember everything, or it seemed any how but something told me I was missing something. Sighing I walking to the building were the Admirals would be held. Luckily I payed enough attention to when my father would talk about Star Trek and or watch it, to under stand a little bit of it. Of curse when I reached said building I had no clue as to what to do. Do I set here, try and break in or yell. I decided to pick the first one.

"As Jane would say, You have chosen wisely young grass hopper." I couldn't stop the sad smile that played at my lips as I remember her motherly ways, I very well may never see them again if I'm trapped here. Setting down on the steps I lent against the building. I hadn't even realized I dozed off till I felt someone shaking my shoulder. Again I popped open a tired blue eye before opening both to look into the eyes of, uh what was his name again.

"Uh...Hi" He raised brow as he held out a hand to help me up. Taking it I stood up, he easily towered over me but I have always been small.

"Who are you kid" Stretching I debated on telling him a lie but then thought best of it, I mean what could possibly go wrong.

"My name is Martha William, I was born in Texas on October 18th 1996. It is a long story that I would be glad to tell you if you would so kindly let me." I had him hooked if the look on his face was anything to go by. He held his hand up in a gesture to follow him, so I did. In the end I ended up in an office with a hot cup of coffee. He was sat in the chair behind the desk waiting on me to speak so I did.

"Ok let me start from the beginning. My name is Martha William, I am 19, I was born in Austin Texas on October 18th, 1996. I am from the year 2013, I just graduated high school yesterday. I went home almost got hit by a semi, went in took a shower and then went to bed. I woke up out there on the campus under a tree." I did not tell him that from were I am from that his whole world was fake, besides I didn't know enough to do anything anyhow. We sat there for a while, him contemplating me and my story, while I ignored him in favor of my coffee. Finally he spoke with an odd twinkle in his eye.

"Well my dear could we try something." My eyes narrowed as I took his poster in and his look. He was up to something but what.

"Sure sir, what is it you want to try?" I asked alarms ringing in my head. He pulled up out this odd looking hand held device that looked like a tablet just more advanced.

"What is your full name" The alarms got louder but I ignored them.

"Martha Ann William" he typed in my name and waited, When the flashing words crossed the screen that read 'Unknown' I knew I was screwed. He looked up at me and I sighed.

"Ok you and that tablet thing win were I come from your world and everything with it is fake, a fantasy thing that was written by some guy. Personally I never liked it but my father did" My voice unwillingly strained at the end when I mentioned my father. He leaned back in his chair and placed his hands in front of his mouth thinking before he sprung forward.

"It would appear kid that your trapped here for a bit so we need to get you set up here at the academy and get a solid background, we don't need people finding you out." He had a twinge of mischief in his voice as he said this. Something told me he was going to have fun with this.

"Ok sir how are we gonna go about this." he pulled out another tablet thing and entered some stuff in it. About five or so minutes latter he handed it to me with a profile pulled up that read Martha Ann Pike. I laughed at this, not the same laugh as last time but the 'damn this is for real' laugh.

"Sir why do I have your last name on my profile." he gave a smile.

"I'm entering you as my adopted daughter. I adopted you over summer break. You have no memory of your childhood because you were involved in an accident, your records will be forged into the system and if anyone checks into it they will be met with the normal records of your medical history. Now on that note would you like to tell of your childhood so we can create a profile." I smiled at him and he smiled back. I knew I should be worried but no one would be looking for me, for all I knew I was rolling around the halls of some asylum or in a coma. In another sense flipping over it wont make anything change, I will still be stuck here just with a head ache and stress. My parents and family were gone I could worry about my problem latter, right now I was going to create a whole different person.

"Its a long story so you might want to make some more coffee." he smiled and did just that. Five minutes latter I was explaining everything.


Personally I never Read I am the Cheeses but she told me it was very odd and would fit in that line so there it is. Third chapter will be up latter.

Things I don't own.

- Star Trek

- I Am The Cheese.