Reverie

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Reverie’s summary: How much is that Vulcan in the window? The one with the
wagging tail?

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Reverie
By ejspock

Captain Kathryn Janeway stood beneath the alien sun. The alien sun which
shone on a planet so much like home. If only it had been
seventy-thousand light-years away, it could have been Earth, albeit an
uninhabited one. Without realizing it, she sighed out loud.
“I know,” said her first officer, Chakotay, the words startling her out
of her reverie.
“Exactly how you feel,” he answered. For a moment, she had thought he
had meant that he knew about her feelings for him—but no, he had been
talking about the planet. Thr Earth-like vista had affected him, too. It
had affected the whole away team, with the exception of Tuvok. Of
course, nothing ever seemed to affect the implacable Vulcan.
“We had better get started collecting food, Commander. We desperately
need the supplies,” Janeway said, then started dividing the fifteen
members of the away team into groups of three. She took Chakotay and
Tuvok in her group and started heading south.
Their group had barely walked two kilometers when Janeway saw something
that almost made her heart stop.
“What’s wrong, Kathryn?” Chakotay asked immediately concerned.
All Janeway could do was point. When Chakotay saw what it was, he
gasped. It was a house on a supposedly uninhabited planet. A house built
in a very Earth-like style.
“The sensors must have malfunctioned,” Chakotay said in disbelief.
“Not only that, Chakotay. That is. . . that looks exactly like my
childhood home in Indiana,” Janeway said, unable to believe what she
saw, “but it can’t be.”
“I think we had better investigate,” suggested Chakotay. The away team
headed towards the house with their hands on their phasers, just in
case.
As they approached the house, Janeway whispered, “This is eerie. This is
a perfect replica of my house. The only thing wrong with it is—”
“Is that it is seventy-thousand light-years away fron Indiana,” Tuvok
finished. “Logically, it should not be here. There are several
possibilities to consider, though. One is hallucination. Another that it
could be a holographic construct, somehow taken from your memories. We
shall have to determine its nature.”
“Well, we’re not finding out anything standing out here. We need to go
inside,” Chakotay said.
They walked inside. “Hello, Kathryn,” said a familiar voice.
Startled, Janeway turned around and when she saw who it was, only one
word escaped her lips, “Mommy. . . ” She hadn’t seen her mother in
almost three years and seeing her again so suddenly made her realize
just how much she missed her. Suddenly, her younger sister, Phoebe,
scampered into the room. A Phoebe who appeared to be only five years
old.
“This isn’t right,” Janeway said. “My sister is only four years younger
than me.” Janeway turned to face Chakotay, only to find that he wasn’t
there. In his place was. . . Hobbes Johnson, at the age of ten.
“Chakotay. . .” she gasped, at the same time Chakotay said, “Kathryn!”
Wordlessly, they both turned to the mirror on th wall. Janeway gasped
again. She appeared to be only nine years old.
“Who am I?” asked Chakotay, and when she told him, he asked, “Who
exactly is Hobbes Johnson?”
Janeway wouldn’t—-couldn’t tell him the truth. He might get the wrong
idea. Except, maybe, it wouldnt’t be the wrong idea. . . Janeway
resoulutely pushed those away. Chakotay was waiting for an answer, so
she temporized, “He was just a boy in my school. I used to play tennis
with him sometimes.” Technically, it was the truth—-but not the whole
truth. Hobbes had later changed his name to Mark and the whole crew knew
about her fiance, Mark. Seeing him again, even at this young age, was
painful, as was seeing her mother and sister.
Suddenly Janeway realized something, “Whare’s Tuvok?” she asked,
worried.
“Here, Captain,” yelped a voice from near her feet. Janeway looked down
and saw that the voice was coming from her dog, Bramble. Janeway
couldn’t help it, she had to laugh. Chakotay started whistling an
ancient Earth tune entitled “How Much is That Doggie in the Window.”
Tuvok muttered something that sounded like, “This is extremely
illogical.”
“I’ll say,” said Hobbes. . . no, Chakotay, Janeway corrected herself.
“I’m going to find out exactly what’s going on here,” Janeway said,
striding towards her ‘mom’. “Who are you, really? What’s going on here?”
“You don’t recognize your own mother, Kathryn?” the fake Gretchen
Janeway replied.
“You are not my mother. My real mother just happens to be about
seventy-thousand light years away from here. Now tell me what’s really
going on!” Janeway snapped, losing her patience.
“Kathryn—” the imposter started to say, but Janeway cut her off.
“If you are not going to tell me what I need to know, I’ll just walk out
this door.” Janeway turned to leave and Hobbes and Bramble. . .no,
Chakotay and Tuvok followed her. She turned the handle, but the door
wouldn’t budge. She ran at it and kicked it, but the door was completely
impervious. She couldn’t even scratch it.
“Captain, I have an idea,” Chakotay said.
“Another one of your Maquis tricks, Commander?” Janeway said with a
smile.
“No, this one’s Starfleet. Maybe if Tuvok attempted a mindmeld on the
imposter, he may be able to ascertain exactly what it is and possibly a
way to escape.”
“Good thinking, Chakotay. Tuvok, are you able to attempt a mindmeld in
your,uh, condition?” Janeway queried the Vulcan.
“Logically, since it is my mind that initiates the meld and not my body,
I should not encounter any difficulties in performing the meld,” the
steadfast Vulcan said.
“Good. I know that Vulcans don’t like mindmelding without permission
from the subject, but in this case, I believe it is necessary,” Janeway
told her dog,uh, Vulcan.
“I concur,” Tuvok said logically.
“Chakotay, we should provide a distraction for Tuvok, so he can initiate
the meld without being noticed,” Janeway said to her first officer.
“I believe that an escape attempt could provide adequate distraction
from my actions,” said Tuvok.
Janeway picked up a PADD from the table and hurled it at the window.
Neither the PADD or window suffered any dmage, not even the tiniest
scratch. It was if nothing could be damaged here. Curious, Janeway
picked up a fragile vase and threw it down with enough force so that it
shoul have shattered into a million pieces. It remained intact.
“That is not going to work,” the imposter said.
“Maybe not, but we’re going to keep trying. Eventually, we will find a
weakness,” Janeway retorted.
“You can try,” the imposter shrugged, but Janeway thought that it looked
worried.
Systematically, Janeway and Chakotay tried every door and window.
Nothing would yield. The imposter watched their futile efforts, not
knowing that Tuvok was sneaking up on her. While Janeway was kicking at
a window and Chakotay was trying to batter down a door, Tuvok hopped
onto the table that the imposter was seated at and put his paws on her
face.
“No!” the imposter cried, but it was too late; Tuvok had initiated the
meld.
After several moments, Tuvok removed his paws(thinking of Tuvok having
paws was hilarious) and hopped off the table. He quickly walked to where
the two senior officers were standing.
“What did you learn, Tuvok?” Janeway queried, anxious to know what was
happening.
“They are a race of energy beings with low-level telepathic powers who
can assume any form that they desire. They read your mind, Captain, and
took from it the memories needed to create this scenario. These. .
.diversions are how they entertain themselves,” Tuvok informed them.
“Why did they use one of my memories instead of your or Chakotay’s?”
Janeway quetioned Tuvok.
“Your memories about home were the strongest and easiest to reach when
we landed here, Captain. Tuvok answered.
“What did they do to us to make us look like we do?” Chakotay asked.
“Their telepathy influenced our minds, making us believe that we
resembled people from the Captain’s past. Actually, we are still in our
own bodies, it just appears otherwise.”
“Can you show us how to block their telepathic influence, Tuvok?”
Janeway inquired, still thinking about how weird it was to see her dog
talking, even if intellectually she knew it was really Tuvok.
“In a moment,” Tuvok concentrated, and suddenly the real Tuvok stood in
front of Janeway. He placed his fingers on the katra points of Janeway’s
face and initiated a meld. Step by step, his mind showes her mind what
to do and she hastily complied. Abruptly, she was her real age again.
Then Tuvok showed Chakotay what to do. As soon as he was back to normal,
Janeway tapped her commbadge. There was no response, so she tried again.
Still nothing.
“I believe that these energy beings are generating some sort of energy
field that is interfering with our communications, Captain. All we need
to do to contact the ship is leave this domicile,” the completely
logical Vulcan stated.
“Easier said then done,” Janewy said remembering the ordeal they had
went through trying to get the door open.
She grabbed her phaser (which had suddenly appeares when she reverted
back to her own age) and was about to fire at the door and yelled,
“Captain!” Janeway whirled around and fired at the energy being who was
rushing towards her. When the beam hit it, it exploded.
“Oh my god,” whispered Janeway, a tear sliding down her cheek, “It was
only set on stun.” As Janewy stared at the spot where the energy being
had stood, something started coalescing. “It only lost cohesion,”
Janeway realized, relieved.
Before the energy being could completely coalesce, Janeway turned and
fired at the door. It exploded in the same manner as the first enrgy
being had and started to reform immediately. “The door is an energy
being, too!” Janeway exclaimed, now understanding why everything had
been indestructible.
“I would suspect that everything in this domicile is an energy being,”
Tuvok commented.
Janeway fired another shot at the ‘door’ to interrupt its reforming
process and ran out of her ‘house’ with Chakotay and Tuvok right behind
her.
After they had run about a kilometer, they stopped to see if they had
been pursued. Fortunately, the energy beings had decided to leave the
away team alone.
“Why did the second energy being coalesce much faster than the first?”
asked Chakotay.
“I would suspect that a humanoid form is harder to emulate than that of
a door so, logically, the energy being masquerading as a door would be
able to reform with a much greater speed,” Tuvok answered.
“I don’t care. I just want to get home,” said Janeway, tired after their
ordeal.
“That will take another sixty-seven point four years, Captain,” Tuvok
reminded her.
Janeway shook her head, “Not that home. Voyager. Voyager has become my
home.”
Janeway took one ladt look at the beautiful Earth-like vista, then
tapped her commbadge, “Janeway to Voyager. Three to beam up.”
El Fin. If you want a part 2, mail me! If you bug me enough, I might.
There was 12 other people on that away mission, after all. Maybe
Chakotay will decide to look up the name Hobes Johnson. Who knows?
Live Long & Prosper,
Emily
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Trek Quote of the Day: “No! Kathryn! You can’t
die!”~Chakotay, sobbing
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