John woke up with a pounding headache. He looked at the clock on the end table next to the couch. Apparently, it was three in the morning. But why the hell did his head hurt so much?
For a few seconds he just sat there staring at the television screen, which was only showing static at the moment. Then, as if a live electrical wire had just been jammed into his spine, he sat bolt upright as the events of the past few days tumbled back into his head.
In a sudden panic, he lunged for the remote control and tried to turn off the tv set. It appeared as if the remotes' batteries were still dead.
Undeterred, he leaped over the coffee table, and not even bothering with the power button, just unplugged the whole tv before collapsing to the floor.
As he sat there, head pounding and heart racing, he suddenly felt very foolish. Surely it had just been a very vivid dream…hadn't it?
Using the wall for assistance, he regained his footing and started heading for the bathroom to get ready for bed.
He had taken no more than two steps when he saw something that stopped him dead in his tracks. On the floor in front of the couch lay a most peculiar object.
Placing one shaky foot in front of the other, he made his way over to the object in question and bent down to pick it up. As he straightened back up, he felt himself break out in a cold sweat.
In his hand, John McClane was holding a Starfleet medical tricorder, standard issue.
A/N: Thank you very much for reading my story! I hope you enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoyed writing it!