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Parallel Universes: Lost in the Bizarro
World
by Djinn
"I'll never get this
down in time for the review. Just forget
it!"
Christine heard the sound of
a padd being slammed on the bed. She
saved her work and turned to help her friend.
"Stella, it's not that confusing.
What is giving you such fits?"
"I just don't get this
whole parallel universe thing. It's too
confusing." The younger woman
looked at her suspiciously. "Don't
you find it confusing?"
Christine shrugged. "Not particularly."
"God, you're
annoying."
"I'm a scientist."
"And I'm an
engineer. I should understand
this."
"You'll get it
eventually."
"Don't you get sick of
it? Being the perfect nurse, the perfect
student, eventually the perfect doctor when you go back to school in a few
months? Isn't there anything you can't
do well?"
Christine thought of the last
time she had seen Spock. He had been
fleeing down the corridor at the sight of her, or at least had given her that
impression. Nothing new there, she
laughed to herself. "Well I am
currently sans lover."
"Oh, like you couldn't
have half the men on this ship. You just
want the one that runs away because then you won't have to give up your
precious freedom."
Christine nodded. "You're probably right. But he is pretty cute."
They shared an evil
look.
Stella smirked. "Have you seen his hands?"
Christine's smile was
wicked. "Uh
huh."
"Yowza."
"So why should I look
elsewhere, hmmm?"
"You're right. Attractive and
unattainable. What could be
better for you?" Stella laughed as
she picked up her padds. "So in a
parallel universe you might be with him?"
"Anything that could
happen will happen somewhere. But the
probabilities vary."
Stella grimaced. "There you go again. So in another universe you could be his wife?"
"And in yet another one
I could be rejecting his proposal."
"See that's what I don't
get. Where are they all?"
"They're all around
us. Sort of."
"But they never
touch?"
"Well, some of them
touch at the other side of a black hole, you remember
that lecture don't you?"
Stella scrunched her eyes as
if in pain. "I remember being lost
in that lecture. I don't know why they
put this on the review anyway. Why do I
need to know this and everything else they want us to study just to get promoted?" She closed down her padd. "I've had enough of this crap for a
while. There's a party down in
engineering. You coming?"
Christine gave her a look.
Stella laughed. "Like you would ever
miss a party. What are you going
to wear?"
"That black outfit I
picked up the last time we were on Starbase 8."
"The Riyake? Good.
I'm wearing that little red dress I bought on Halcyon."
"You mean little red
scarf." Christine corrected,
watching as Lieutenant Stella Lansing deliberately drew herself up to her full
height, her exaggerated posture throwing her assets into prominence.
Her friend stared her down
before collapsing into a throaty laugh.
"Scarves don't cost as much as that baby did." She walked to the door. "We are going to look so hot. They'll have to pick those boys up off the
floor once we get done with them."
"They generally
do."
"Meet you down
there."
"Right."
The door hadn't closed before
Christine was pulling her hair out of the regulation and very austere braided
bun she favored for work. She surveyed
the results, her bleached hair framing her face in long messy waves. Perfect.
Some sultry makeup, the new dress, and shoes that somehow managed to be
sexy and comfortable and she was ready to go.
She looked in the mirror. The
dress had been worth every credit. Cut
high and very low, it clung scandalously to her curves. If Stella looked as good--and she usually
did--they really would have to peel the men off the floor if they wanted to
dance. And they always wanted to dance.
She fastened a pendant around
her neck. It had been one of her finds
at Rigel V.
The metal was a dull black, but it set the shining red stone off to
perfection. Opalescent flashes
brightened the stone even more. The
shopkeeper hadn't known what kind of gem it was. He bought many such things from travelers who
needed a few credits. She didn't care
whether it was real or not. It looked
perfect with the dress, just as she had known it would. First time wearing it, she thought, needs a
brush for luck. Laughing at the silly
superstition she ran her hand over the stone and thought she felt an answering
vibration. Sure I did, she laughed to
herself.
A few minutes later,
Christine headed out of her quarters.
The lift was waiting and as she walked in she felt it give a strange
shudder, then jerk violently. She was
thrown against the wall but caught herself before she fell. That was weird, she thought suspiciously. "Engineering," she ordered as the
doors closed. The lift began to move and
she tried to relax and get into her party mood.
By the time the car stopped she was ready for anything.
Anything
except the sight of Kirk, Spock, and McCoy standing in front of the car,
staring at her. They all seemed to speak at once.
"Lieutenant?"
"Nurse?"
"T'hy'la?"
She looked at them in
confusion. "Is there a problem,
Sirs?"
They seemed to be fixated on
her appearance. And
not in a flattering way.
What, she thought in
irritation, you don't like the dress?
Spock reached out to her, his
hand fastening around her hand in an iron grip.
"Why do you look like that, Christine?"
You really don't like the
dress, she corrected. And when the hell
did you start calling me, Christine?
McCoy looked at the other two
men and shook his head somberly.
"This could be a symptom of her condition. You know how women get at this time?"
Both Kirk and Spock
nodded.
The captain seemed to come to
a decision. "Better check her out
in sickbay, Bones."
"I concur,
Jim." Spock pulled her along,
following after an already in motion Captain and a very concerned doctor.
"First of all," she
said as she tried to stop Spock but failed, "there is nothing wrong with
me. Secondly, even if there were, why
are we all going to sickbay?"
They stopped and turned to
look at her again. McCoy shook his head
sadly. "It's the baby. She's just not adapting well to being pregnant. I'm very worried about this."
"As am I," Spock
said as he tried to sweep Christine into his arms. "You must do nothing to endanger our
child."
"Huh?" Christine fought him off, then
found herself cornered by the three men.
"What the hell is wrong with you all?"
"This is for your own
good, T'hy'la."
Spock's hand reached for her shoulder.
"Oh don't you even think
of it, you idiot." But it was too
late. She felt the pinch, then his hands
catching her as she fell. "Bastard,"
she muttered as she slipped into unconsciousness.
----------------------------
Christine woke up on the biobed. Kirk, Spock,
and McCoy all stood around her bed. Each watching the readings intently.
"It better be saying I'm not pregnant," she offered in an
irritated voice.
Kirk startled guiltily, McCoy
looked at her with concern, and Spock leaned down to try to take her in his
arms, murmuring something that was apparently supposed to put her at ease.
"Get off me!" She pushed him away and sat up. Hopping off the bed despite their protests,
she looked at the readings that had frozen once she left the diagnostic
area. "See, I'm not
pregnant." She smoothed her black
dress down. "Thank god."
"I'm so sorry,
Spock," Kirk moved to the first officer, his hand reaching out to touch
his arm. Then he looked her way and
glared.
Spock leaned into him. Christine wondered if he was going to cry.
"Hey! Never pregnant. Never. Get it?"
McCoy looked at her in a
puzzled way.
Definitely not in
Spock looked at her,
confusion evident. "T'hy'la, you reject me?
The same way your body rejected our child?"
"Are you all on
drugs?" She looked at the three of
them. Grabbing the medical tricorder off
a nearby counter she ran a quick scan over her torso. Satisfied, she handed it to McCoy. "See."
"You've never been
pregnant," McCoy mused.
"Bingo."
"But
how? This is a medical miracle." He began to mutter something about writing
her case up. She thought she heard him
refer to the yearly Federation medical conference.
"Dr. McCoy!"
He jumped guiltily.
She stared at the Captain and
Spock, until they stopped whispering together and paid attention to her. "Check the readings. Not. From. This. Universe."
"By god, she's right,
Jim." He ran his own scans. "Spock, this isn't your wife."
"I would know if she
were dead."
"She's probably in my
universe." Christine assured him as
she speculated on the intensity of Spock's bond with her doppelganger.
Kirk, supporting Spock with
the closeness of his body, asked with concern, "Are you all right?"
Spock looked at him like a
man drowning. "I will be fine,
Jim."
If there's a bond at all,
Christine amended.
McCoy shot Spock a gloomy
look. "You're not going to have
another one of those nightmares are you, Mister Spock. I can mix you up a sedative if you are
afraid."
Spock stood up straighter,
"I will be fine." He turned to
her. "I have a duty to you,
Christine."
"No. You really don't."
"You are my wife."
"Umm, no, she is your
wife. I just look like her. Think of me as her identical twin." She tried to back away.
"You are my wife but not
my wife. This is outside the
precedents. I must meditate." He caught her hand and pulled her along behind
him.
"I'm not really one for
meditation," she said as he hauled her out the door.
"It is sufficient that I
do it. You can watch. That is our way."
How exciting, she thought
bitterly as she hurried to avoid being pulled off her feet.
----------------------------
Half an hour later, Christine
gave up any semblance of attendance on the meditating Spock. She began to look around the room. There were an awful lot of frilly things in
light colors. Especially
blue. She saw that the
pillowcases had been hand embroidered with the IDIC sign. There were flowers of some fabric material in
a vase near the bed. Pictures of
Christine and Spock filled the room.
No way, she thought, as she
quietly got up and wandered over to an enlargement of them that dominated one
wall. It was a wedding scene, Christine
in puffy white dress, Spock in tuxedo.
She'd apparently had seven bridesmaids.
Christine wondered if she had that many close female friends in her own
universe, let alone this one. The women
in the picture were strangers, except for Uhura, who was looking over in
Spock's direction rather than at the camera.
Her parallel self didn't notice any of this. She was too busy looking radiantly happy, as
if at the scene of her greatest triumph.
Gag me, Christine thought.
She walked to the closet and
checked out her wardrobe. She nearly
slammed the door in dismay. Not a dark
outfit in sight. Everything was light blue, or icy pink, or lightest mint green. Good god almighty, she thought in
desperation, I must look like an Easter basket year round. A few visits to the replicator
would fix that.
She saw some jewelry on the
dresser. She picked up one of the
rings. To her eye, the diamonds looked fake. They spelled
out I-D-I-C. This is out of hand, she
thought with disgust.
"I gave you
those." Spock's voice was right
behind her.
Cheap bastard, she thought
but didn't say. "You two must have
been very happy?"
"We were content. Our marriage was a matter of satisfaction for
us both."
And they say romance is dead,
she mused.
"What are you
thinking? I cannot read you."
"I'm thinking that I
need a room of my own, Spock."
He seemed to consider that
for the first time. "Yes, I accept
that."
"We'll get her back,
Spock." She expected him to blow
her off.
"I am not hopeful on
that. My meditations have not been
fruitful."
"Been fruitful in
what?"
He frowned slightly. "In determining what caused you to
appear here and my wife to disappear."
"Maybe you should move
on to the ship's instruments then? I
mean meditation is great and all but really."
"You do not need to tell
me how to do my job, T'hy'la." His tone was stern and he seemed to have more
to say to her.
Before he could break into
full lecture mode, she asked crossly.
"Do you think you could not call me that?"
He seemed taken aback. "Why?"
"Because it's getting on
my one nerve, that's why." She
walked to the door.
He looked at her in
confusion.
"I'm ready to see my
room now, Spock."
He was clearly unsure what to
do with her as he nodded reluctantly.
"Yes, of course, your room."
----------------------------
Christine thought she would
go nuts if she spent one more minute in the tiny room Spock had assigned
her. She needed someone to talk to, to
really talk to. "Computer, locate
Lt. Lansing."
"Lt. Lansing is in her
quarters."
"Specify room
number."
"Lt. Lansing is assigned
to quarters 4-4B."
So that hadn't changed,
Christine thought gratefully. She headed
out the door and hurried to the lift, sure that Spock would find her before she
even escaped the deck. He didn't and
soon she was ringing the chime for Stella's quarters.
When her friend answered the
door dressed in an extremely brief silver outfit and outrageous makeup,
Christine nearly wept in relief.
"Thank god!"
Stella frowned. "Excuse me?"
"It's you." Christine knew she was babbling.
"Who else would it
be?" Stella's tone was not amused.
"Can I come in? Please?"
When her friend did not move, she added, "Don't make me beg."
She saw indecision cross the
other woman's face. Finally she moved
aside. "Make it fast then. I'm on my way to a party."
Christine nodded and scurried
inside, but not before checking the corridors to make sure no one had seen her.
"You
AWOL or something?" Stella moved to the mirror and fiddled with
her hair. Satisfied that the ebony
strands looked perfect, she turned back to Christine. "So what do you want?"
"I need someone to talk
to."
Stella's chuckle was
derisive. "And you chose me
why?"
"Because
we're friends." Before the other woman could say anything she
continued. "In another universe I
mean. Not here probably. God, I wouldn't want to be friends with me
here."
"Another
universe?"
Christine nodded. "A parallel universe. It's hard to explain."
Stella moved to the door
angrily. "I don't know whose idea
of a joke this is but get out."
"No, you don't
understand."
"What I don't understand
is parallel universes. And I don't know
who found out about that, maybe that bitch friend of yours Uhura? She's studying for the same review and would
do anything she could to upset the competition." She hit the lock and the door slid silently
open. "Now leave."
Christine didn't move. "I can make you believe. Just sit down and give me a chance."
"Give you a chance? Yeah, right."
"We're friends and I can
prove it."
"How?"
"I know things. About you. Things nobody else could know." Providing the same things happened in this
universe, Christine realized.
"Looking at the
personnel files again, Chapel?"
"You told me these
things. In my
universe. Where
we are friends."
"Ok, so wow me with your
inside knowledge."
Christine thought back. "When you were six, your cat Sanangelo died in your arms. For years you didn't want to get another pet because
you didn't want to lose something you loved that much."
"You could get that out
of the psych files."
"Your brother didn't
want you to join Star Fleet. He wanted
you in the family business."
"In my
application forms."
Christine dug desperately
through her memories. "Rafael
Montoya."
Stella reacted with a jerk.
"You were in love with
him, but he was your instructor in engineering subsystems at the Academy. You had an affair with him but had to keep it
quiet."
"That's bullshit."
"You said that people
would think you got high marks from him because you were involved, but actually
he was tougher on you than on the other cadets."
Stella looked at her blankly.
"Stell,
you loved him more than anyone before or since.
You've never gotten over his ship disappearing three years ago."
"You can't know
that. I never told a soul."
"You told me. One night, when I was
really upset over Roger. I said
you couldn't understand what it was like to lose someone, to just have them
disappear. You said I was wrong. And I was.
You did understand." She
watched as Stella's look of caution changed to amazement. "We're best friends. I know not here, but in my reality we
are. And I need your help."
There was a moment as Stella
considered. Then she looked at
Christine, warmth for the first time visible in her expression. "What do you need?"
An hour later, Christine was
still asking Stella questions about the Chapel from this universe. "So how did I end up with
him?"
"Well you chased him
forever. It was really pathetic. We'd see you hanging around the places he
frequented. Just happened to be there
kind of thing. Oh and then you'd go out
with someone else for a while. Trying to make him jealous.
It never worked. We used to run betting
pools on the antics you pulled. But then
about three months ago the ship suddenly diverted to Vulcan. Nobody would explain it and it cut into a
really hoppin' shore leave so you can imagine the
frustration level."
Christine smiled. "Oh yeah."
"Anyway, you and the
three stooges," Stella ignored Christine's giggle at the reference,
"beamed down and then we just waited.
For 10 days. Not a word, no
instruction, and shore leave going a wasting.
When you returned, we heard that you and Spock were married. But nobody really talked about it. It was bizarre."
"That explains a lot
actually." Christine imagined the Pon Farr that would have taken over Spock. The other Christine
offering herself up for his use. Knowing the whole time that he would never have chosen her
willingly. God what a desperate
piece of work she must be in this reality.
"Then we heard you were
pregnant. You should have been sent planetside pronto.
But they kept you here on the active list but not doing a damn
thing. You really didn't win any
popularity awards with the other nurses."
"They had to cover my
shifts for me?" Christine was
incredulous.
"Pretty
low. And it didn't help that you walked around
like the lady of the mansion, all serene and lactating."
Christine guffawed,
pretending to cover an expanded belly with her hands while arranging her
features into a pompous, self-satisfied smile.
"That's scarily
accurate. Stop it because I'm beginning
to like you."
Christine dropped the act
with a low giggle. "Sorry,
Stell."
The other woman studied her
intently. "We're really good
friends, aren't we?"
Christine nodded. "You're my best friend. I can't imagine not being around you."
"What do you mean?"
"When
I go back to med school. To finish my MD."
Stella was surprised. "Wow.
And ick. I feel sad already and I don't even know you
that well. I can't imagine how bad your
Stella must feel."
"She'd never let me
know."
Stella nodded. "I know.
But she feels it. You can count on
it. Even if she never
says anything."
"I know." Christine smiled at her friend and they
shared a moment of understanding. Then
the door chime interrupted them. "Ignore
it," Christine pleaded.
The door opened and Uhura
stood in front of them, her fingers still on the code keys.
"What the hell do you
think you are doing?" Stella was
livid. "These are my private
quarters. You can't just come busting in
here!"
Uhura gave her a cold
look. "I came for Christine. We were worried about her."
"There's
four stooges now," Christine whispered.
"What did you
say?" It was hard to imagine
Uhura's expression getting any colder.
"Nothing." She rose and
turned to hug Stella. While they were
close, she whispered in her ear, "I'll be back as soon as I can. Thank you for believing me."
"Watch your back with
her," Stella warned. "She
obviously doesn't know the truth, not that it would change much for her
anyway. Any woman in the way of what she
wants is a threat. And you're still
Christine."
"Hurry up. Spock is waiting and you know how he worries
about you." Uhura's look softened
when she mentioned the first officer. "You being delicate and all. It would be so sad if something happened to
you, or your baby."
"Your back," Stella
reminded Christine in a whisper.
"Got ya,"
Christine whispered back. She joined
Uhura at the door. "Let's go then,
wouldn't want to upset Spock."
Uhura ignored her as she led
her down the hall.
"This isn't the way to
my quarters."
"The Captain wants to talk
to you first." Uhura's voice was
full of curiosity.
Christine didn't respond.
"Can't
imagine why."
"We're having a torrid
affair and he misses me." Christine
tried not to giggle at the idea.
Uhura whirled on her. "That's not funny. You have Spock. He's more than enough for any woman and if
you haven't figured that out then you don't deserve to have him. Or to keep him," she finished ominously
as they arrived at Kirk's door. She
stayed until the Captain answered, then left them alone. But as she turned to go, she shot Christine a
look so filled with venom that she stepped back.
This place sucks, Christine
thought angrily as she walked into Kirk's quarters.
He looked up. "Ah, Lieutenant, I'm glad Uhura found
you."
I'm on a bloody starship,
Christine wanted to point out, it's not like I can hide. "Yes, Sir."
"I'll get right to the
point. I'm going to do all I can for
you. We want our Christine back and I'm
sure you are eager to get home."
"I am, Sir. Thank you."
"I've been in touch with
Star Fleet about this. They are most
interested. Most interested indeed. Time travel on an individual basis has some
unique military applications."
She tried not to
shudder. "I'm sure it does,
Sir."
He looked back down at his
desk.
"Was there anything
else, Sir?" She started to back
away and brushed against a bookshelf that held a variety of trophies, medals,
and an odd assortment of knickknacks.
"Careful there," he
was on his feet. He checked several of
the more fragile pieces. "These are
heirlooms. Enormous
sentimental value. Wouldn't want anything to happen to them."
"No,
sir."
He waved her out. "You're dismissed,
Lieutenant."
She turned to go.
His voice caught her by
surprise. "Be kind to Spock. He's been through a lot these past
months."
"I'm sure he has,"
Christine said, her placid tone hiding the annoyance inside. What about me, you moron?
----------------------------
Several weeks later, they
were no nearer a solution for her problem.
They had tried to recreate the events that had led to her being trapped
in this universe, but nothing brought any illumination. Research left them bewildered. While it was possible to move a ship back in
time, to move just one person was beyond the realm of anyone's experience.
As it became clear that there
was not going to be a quick return, she took her place in sickbay and was
surprised at how much the other nurses and medics
appeared to dislike her. She was used to
being a leader and something of a mentor to the staff. But these people seemed to hold her in
nothing but contempt.
As for McCoy, he was even
worse. His manner was on the wrong side
of condescending, and he didn't hesitate to try to bully her. Finally she reached the end of her patience. McCoy had asker her to run a series of tests
but she knew they didn't test for the results he wanted.
She tried to tell him
that. "You've ordered the wrong
tests. If you want to isolate the toxins
from this solution without disrupting the proteins you should..."
"Sweetheart, when I want
to hear your opinion, I'll tell it to you," he told her, his tone ugly.
"I think I know a thing
or two about bioresearch."
"Sure you do,
Christine. You being
so dedicated and all." He
just laughed at her.
"You
pompous ass!" She didn't back down when he got in her face
and things escalated into a full-scale shouting match.
McCoy ran out of steam
first. "Get out of sickbay and
don't come back." He was shaking
when he turned away from her.
So she was unassigned, bored,
and anxious. Stella made her time
bearable. She cajoled Christine into
studying with her for the promotion review.
"It'll help pass the time.
You can't just sit around."
"Like
I even have a career, Stell. McCoy put me
on report for insubordination. If I
weren't still Spock's wife, I'd be let off at the nearest Starbase."
Her friend giggled. "Well it's on her record not
yours."
Uhura left her alone once she
found out the truth. Christine saw her
with Spock nearly every time she crossed paths with him.
The day that Kirk told her he
was calling off the hunt for her home she felt true despair. It had only been a few weeks. She couldn't be stuck here. But he was adamant.
"You'll need to find a
place here. If it's with Spock then you
need to mend some fences with Doctor McCoy.
I suggest you go apologize."
"With all due respect,
Sir, I'm not the one that needs to apologize."
He had stood up angrily
then. "Oh I think you are. And so does everyone else. You are a loose
cannon, Lieutenant. And I don't like
loose cannons on my ship. Make up with
him or I'll transfer you myself."
"You'd like that,
wouldn't you?" The words were out
before she could stop them.
"What does that
mean?" His tone was dangerous.
"Just that you'd like it
if Spock found himself without a wife."
His eyes gleamed
fiercely. "You better not be
insinuating what I think you are."
"Look, if you two love
each other then go for it. It's not like
I have a problem with it. But I think you
do for some reason. Or is it Spock? Is it against some Vulcan taboo?
He just stared.
"You touch him all the
time. He's so needy with you. Why don't you just admit it? If you two care about each other, then be
with each other. What's all this pretense? "
"Get out of my office,
Lt. Chapel. I really am sorry that we
couldn't find your home universe. I'd
like nothing better than to send you packing."
She left in a hurry. Why had she said those things? The rec lounge was
open when she arrived. She ordered the
strongest drink she could think of and asked the bartender to keep them
coming. She was well on her way to utter
obliteration when Spock came in.
"May I sit with
you?"
She stared at him for a
moment. Finally she pointed to the chair
across from her. "Sure. Why the hell not?"
"My Christine does not
talk like you."
She laughed. "No, I bet butter wouldn't melt in her
mouth."
He looked confused.
"A
human saying. I'm sure you aren't familiar with it."
"Probably
not." He studied her. "Are you inebriated?"
"I certainly hope
so."
"Do you miss it that
much?"
She looked at him in
confusion. "Yes. I do.
This isn't my place. I've managed
to piss off both my boss and the Captain.
I guess it's my turn to piss you off now, Spock."
"I did not come here to
get angry."
She downed her drink. "Then why did you come?"
Spock looked at the
approaching bartender and shook his head.
The man turned and went back to the bar.
"Shit! I. Want. Another."
"You do not need
another."
"I'll go somewhere
else."
"Wherever you go
onboard, I will see that you are cut off."
"Who died and made you
god?"
He ignored her outburst. Just sat looking at her
with something approaching tenderness on his face. "I miss my wife," he said quietly.
She suddenly felt
ashamed. "Oh."
"She is never coming
back. That is hard to accept. Especially when she is
sitting right across from me."
Christine shook her
head. "I'm not her."
"No you are not. And yes you are." His eyes suddenly were very fierce. "I need my wife."
"And I'll do?" Her head was spinning. From the alcohol and the direction the
conversation was taking.
"In your reality, do you
not love me? Or is there someone
else?" he asked as if considering the possibility of a rival for the first
time.
"I have had feelings for
you."
"A
cautious answer. I will not be so careful. I find that I do not wish to be without my
wife. Since I cannot have the one I
married, I would like to have you. It
will be strange at first, but we can overcome this." He saw her look of skepticism and continued
in what for him constituted a rush, "I love my wife. I wish to love you."
The booze was making her
reasoning fuzzy. She knew there was
something not right about all this, but couldn't quite put her finger on
it. She looked at him all dark and
gleaming and almost primitive in the low light of the rec
area. She realized she wanted him. Badly. She stood up.
"Let's go."
He did not ask for
explanation but followed her to the lift.
They rode in silence to his deck, walked the way to his quarters without
touching. But as soon as the doors had
closed he was on her. His lips rough on
hers. His arms tearing
off her clothing. He reached for
her psi points but she stopped him.
"No meld. Not yet."
He complied and began to kiss
her again. His tongue
rough, his teeth nicking her lips.
She could feel him against her.
He was ready for her, and large.
She remembered Stella's comment about his hands, and almost giggled, but
was distracted as he pushed her across the room.
"Slow
down, Spock." She fell on the bed and he followed her
down. His lips found her again and she
tried to relax but his pace was feverish.
She felt his body join with hers and it hurt a little. He gave three mighty thrusts then lay still
on her.
What just happened, she
thought stunned.
"It was good, T'hy'la. So good." He
nestled in her neck. She stiffened and
he felt it. He looked at her with
concern. "Something is
wrong?" He seemed clearly not to
know.
"Well, once you're
rested, maybe we can talk about that," she said in what she hoped was a
seductive tone.
"Ah, you wish to do it
again. I will be capable shortly. We should meld this time. It is even better with the meld."
She tried again. "That's great. And then maybe we can try some of the other
things you and your Christine do?"
His normally placid eyes were
full of confusion. "What other
things?"
"You know. Other things. Other places. That you touch. To make her happy."
He looked at her as if she
had grown another head. "I have
touched you all the places I would normally touch."
Her dismay must have been
evident. He pulled himself off her. "You are not satisfied?"
The booze made her painfully
honest. "Uh,
no."
He pulled away even
more. "My Christine would be
satisfied at this point."
"No," she said
angrily, "your Christine would be faking at this point."
"Are you saying I cannot
please my wife?"
Her bitterness at being
trapped away from her home made her mean.
"Well, maybe not. She might
have really low standards."
The insult hit home. He was angry now. "Or perhaps you are difficult to
please?"
"That could be. But then I'm used to being with men with some
finesse in this area."
He looked at her with
disdain. "Yes I am sure that you
have found many willing men to rut with.
I have seen how you are. I
foolishly thought you could be like the woman I married."
"Well you were pretty
obviously wrong." She rolled off
the bed. "And thank god for
that."
"I am shamed that I took
you to my bed. It was wrong and I should
have realized it. But I was blinded by
your physical similarity to my wife. I
will pay for this moment each time I relive it."
"Well maybe if you'd let
me show you how to please me, you wouldn't have to relive it."
"I please my wife. If you are not satisfied that is a problem of
yours. I have memories of her pleasure
to guide me in the future. You are
irrelevant." He stared at her, his
face emotionless. Finally he said
quietly, "Get out."
There was nothing left to
say. She pulled on her ripped clothes
and fled.
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"I've got to get out of
here!" Christine paced the floors
of her temporary quarters angrily.
"If we leave it up to the three stooges I'll be here forever."
"Calm down,
Christine." Stella was curled up on
the couch, watching her. "Could you
just sit down for a minute?"
Christine slowly sat at the
opposite end. "He's such a
jerk," she whispered.
"Which
one?"
"Spock." She looked down.
"Shit, you didn't. Christine!
Are you brain damaged or something?"
"Probably. And I'd had a
lot to drink. Kirk told me I was stuck
here. I was angry and hurt. I went to the lounge. Spock seemed lonely for me. For her. Damn it!
I hate this place. I just want to
go home."
Stella sighed heavily. "Well, I guess my question about the
mighty Vulcan's prowess is finally answered.
Was he that bad?"
"Worse."
"I'm sorry."
"Forget him. He doesn't matter. But they've given up on finding a way
out. None of the scenarios they proposed
panned out, none of the energy readings proved to be useful. So that's it as far as they're
concerned. I'm stuck here."
"Well...then you and I
will find it. The way
out."
Christine was unable to sit
still. She paced over to the
dresser. Her necklace gleamed on the
top. She picked it up. "You weren't very good luck," she
chided it.
Stella rose. "What is that?"
"Just
a pendant."
"Are you
sure?" Stella gingerly moved it
around in Christine's palm. "Put it
down, ok?"
"What's the matter with
you?"
"Just put it
down." She walked over to the couch
where she had left her equipment. She
picked up the tricorder and dialed in some specifications then began to scan
Christine, occasionally changing a setting as she worked. "I've been doing a lot of reading on
parallel universes, Christine, I mean aside from the studying. I really do want to help you."
"And?"
"Those little
differences that mark you as from another universe, you should share them with
everything you brought." She
scanned the black dress and shoes in the closet. "Like these." She walked back to the necklace, fiddled with
the instrument some more, then looked up in triumph. "This isn't the same."
"What?"
"It's not from your
universe and it's not from mine, either."
"This is the key?"
Stella nodded as they both
broke into huge smiles. Then she
frowned. "How does it work
though?"
"Well, the only thing I
did to it, other than wearing it, was a brush for luck. But the change didn't happen till many
minutes later."
Stella picked the necklace up
by the chain and inspected the gem.
"There's nothing here except the setting and the stone. Did you brush it a certain way."
"Yeah, like
this." Christine demonstrated on
her hand.
"So maybe that is a
direction command."
Christine nodded in
understanding. "So a stroke in the
opposite direction sends me back."
"It's a good
hypothesis. But what if we're
wrong?"
"Then I try another
direction the next time."
"Christine are you sure it's worth the risk? The next place could be much worse than
this. If you go to many more you could
get lost. You'd be searching for home
forever. If you wanted, you could still
forge a life here. Get a divorce, move
on."
She thought about it. "But what if your Christine is wreaking
havoc in my world? I mean, Spock, Kirk,
McCoy, Uhura, they're all different where I'm from. She'll mess everything up."
"If
she's really there. What if it pushed you all forward?"
Christine considered. "I don't think so. I think that is what the time delay was. We had to be in similar places. I think we were both in the same lift when
the shift happened."
"That doesn't make much
sense. It could take days or longer
before that happened."
"Out of all of the
possible universes, I bet the odds narrow down.
The gem picks the universe where things are lined up correctly at that
moment. So to get back we have to figure
out where she would be."
"In
your quarters?"
"I don't know if they
would put her there or not. I mean she
isn't me, and come to think of it I really don't want her in my
stuff." She thought for a moment of
the possible trouble a bored Christine could get into. Visions of stenciled IDIC symbols all over
the walls tortured her. Please god, let
them put her elsewhere, she thought desperately.
"Let's guess guest
quarters." She moved to the middle
of the room. "I think that it would
be right here."
"Can it really be that
simple?"
"Occam's
Razor," Christine reminded her.
"Think
that'll be on the test?"
Stella grinned, then sobered. "So
this is goodbye?"
"I hope so." She felt a pang of sorrow at the thought of
leaving this new friend. "I'll miss
you. I thought I was lucky to have you
as a friend once. But
to know you twice? It's really
just extraordinary."
Stella blinked back a
tear. "You know I feel the
same. Now rub that thing and get back to
the right me." She took a few steps
back. "I'm really going to miss
you, my friend."
Christine nodded in
understanding. Then fastened the
necklace around her neck and stroked it in the opposite direction from last
time. Nothing happened. "I guess that's not the way to make
it..."
The room suddenly
lurched. She was still in the guest
quarters but they felt different. She
walked to the closet and looked at the pastel suits and peignoir sets. She pulled one out and nearly choked on the
marabou. "Damn it all!" she
cursed out loud as she shoved the set into the closet. "I left my Riyake
back there." Maybe Stella would
take it. She thought of her friend. Stella would definitely take it. She didn't have to worry about that Christine
wearing it...not that she would want to.
Smiling with evil
satisfaction she called sickbay and asked for McCoy. "What is it now, Nurse
Chapel?" He sounded very
disagreeable.
"Is that any way to
greet your long lost colleague, you shithead?"
His hoot of joy drowned out
anything else she was going to say.
----------------------------
She spent the next few hours
debriefing the Captain, handing over the pendant, and making a detailed log
report. When she checked in with McCoy
he caught her up in a huge bear hug.
Then he put her down and began to shake a fist at her.
"I should assign you
graveyard for the rest of your time here just for making me deal with that
version of you. Yikes!"
She listened to his stories
of her ineptitude and lack of work ethic.
"I don't think she was really all that interested in medicine,
Len."
"No kidding." He grinned at her again. "Get out of here. I'll see you for shift tomorrow."
Smiling her thanks she made
her way to the crew quarters. She rang her
friend's door and grinned as Stella answered it with a look that became wary
when she saw who it was. "Chapel?"
"That's Lieutenant
Chapel to you, Stell." She said, winking in an exaggerated way.
Stella launched herself at
her, hugging her tightly. "Oh my
god, I'm so glad it's you! You don't
know what it was like with her."
Christine laughed as she
hugged her friend back. "I was much
luckier, you're amazing in both universes."
Stella pulled her into the
room. "Really? I wasn't some tight-ass, moralistic,
insecure, scheming, ineffectual idiot?"
"You really, really
weren't."
"Well thank god for
that." She winced as she looked at
the chrono. "It's time for the
review. Are you going to go after all
this?"
"Are you kidding? I had lots of time to study. You and I did a lot of it
together." She smiled
sheepishly. "The
"Well needless to say, I
didn't spend much time with your counterpart."
"I bet not. She's a loser huh?"
"Oh hon',
that doesn't cover the half of it."
Stella laughed as she led Christine out the door. "And for the record, if I ever see you
in pastel anything I'm going to burn it.
They really aren't your colors."
Christine chuckled as they
walked down the corridor toward the review.
She saw Spock heading down the corridor toward them.
"He's proctoring,"
Stella whispered.
Before Christine could
comment, Spock was in front of them.
"Lt. Chapel?"
She smirked. "In the flesh, Spock. The real me."
"I am gratified to know
that you are back safely."
She laughed. "Oh cut the crap, Spock. You're just thankful that the other me is
gone so you can have some peace."
His eyebrow rose
slightly. "That aspect is also
fortuitous. I was required to spend
considerable time with her."
"Well yeah, considering
that the other you knocked her up, I can see how that could happen. You have my condolences. She could not have been pleasant."
"She lacked your self
confidence."
Christine laughed. "From what I understand that's putting
it mildly. She was a needy, self-serving
doormat who was willing to accept any little morsel you would throw to
her."
Stella seemed to be enjoying
the back and forth but a stern look from Spock sent her hurrying into the test
room.
"I would speak with you
privately."
"Why?"
Her question seemed to
surprise him. He was silent as he
considered the answer. "I had not
fully appreciated your qualities until I was..." he searched for the
words.
She supplied them for him,
"Saddled with the other me."
"Not
the most diplomatic way to express it, but accurate."
"And you didn't like
her?" When he again seemed to be searching for the right response, she
rescued him. "It's ok, Spock, you
won't offend me. There wasn't much to
like about her, was there?"
His expression was rueful as
he admitted, "There was not."
"Well now that we've
cleared that up, I have a test to get to."
"Christine?"
She looked at him in shock.
"Lt. Chapel," he
corrected hurriedly. "I was
wondering if it would be possible to discuss your experiences in the other
universe."
She shrugged. "Sure I'll come to your office."
He actually frowned
slightly. "I was thinking that
perhaps a less formal venue would be appropriate."
"Are you asking me out
on a date, Spock?"
He caught the dismay in her
tone. "You do not wish to?"
"Not on your life,
Mister." She saw that her impulsive
answer seemed to sting. "I'm sorry,
Spock. I know that I've expressed
interest in the past. But see, just like
you, I got to know that Spock much better than I would ever have guessed. And I think it would be best to just leave
well enough alone."
"I take it he did not
please you?" He was actually
curious, not incredulous as she expected.
"Did she please
you?"
"Fortunately I did not
dive headfirst into that particular pool," his tone was gently teasing,
"but only stuck a toe in to test the temperature."
She was stunned that he had
so quickly figured out her meaning. Most unexpected.
He went on, "But I see
your point."
"Well there you go
then."
As she began to walk away, his
voice carried after her. "But there
is a flaw in your logic, Lieutenant."
She didn't turn around. "And that would be?"
"You are not the same
person here as there."
"I know. Lots of things were different. But not everything. Or everyone, some people were the same."
"Can you afford to
assume that I fall into that category without the benefit of further
tests?"
She turned and could have
sworn she saw a twinkle in his eye. That
alone made him different than the humorless Vulcan she had found herself tied
to in the other universe.
"I will consider your
suggestion, Commander. In the meantime I
have a test to take."
"May you find all the
answers you need to, Lieutenant." His eyes again seemed to shine with
amusement. "And
in an expeditious fashion."
"Don't rush me,"
she ordered, but it came more teasing than angry.
"Of
course not. I have found that in most situations haste is
a bad thing."
Maybe there is some hope for
you after all, she thought mischievously, allowing herself to sneak a look at
his hands, and then travel lower.
He saw the directions her
eyes took and did not flinch. "A
very bad thing," he reiterated.
Christine threw him a wicked
grin. "Well, you just never know,
Mr. Spock. You just never know."
FIN