Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek (Paramount /Viacom does) and the Pretender (NBC and MTM do). Reality owns itself and I do no belong to anyone ( at least I think so..). This is a piece of non-profit fanfiction. I do not own the characters from Star Trek and tP, I only dare to use them for my purposes. Kyla Parker belongs to me (well, it IS me, in a younger version..) The other writers belong to themselves. Thanks for volunteering!
A strange sentence came into my mind. I kept thinking about it and suddenly a story evolved... Enjoy!
Title: An Imaginative View Of The World
A Star Trek / Pretender / Profiler / Reality Crossover
By: Chris
Rated: G
Spoilers: None
1/?
She walked through the house, her head stuck in a book. The world around her didn't exist, just herself and the book. Only when she felt something at her feet she looked up. A shoe was lying on the floor, but she didn't see the shoe, for her it looked like an alien artifact. An alien artifact that needed to be explored.
The phone rang and she was dragged back to reality.
"What?"
"Kyla?"
"Yup. Hi Michael."
"Hi. What' ya doing?"
"Reading, I have to finish the book by tomorrow, I have to give it back."
"Any plans for tonight?"
"Reading. Returning to DS9, meet with Dax and the others."
"You're crazy, they don't exist, they're only fiction."
"Maybe for you, for me they are real just as you and me."
"Well then, enjoy your evening. Bye."
Michael hung up before Kyla could reply. She sighed. Why couldn't he believe that Star Trek was as real for her as everyday life? In her mind she had been travelling to the station a hundred times.
Her parents wanted her to see a psychiatrist, to help her find back to reality. How ridiculous! And now Michael was starting to get angry with her just because she couldn't stop talking about it. Fine. She would go to the psychiatrist and tell him that she was fine and then go back home, back to her book. A look at her watch confirmed that it was already past noon and that she had to start walking if she wanted to be on time. She didn't want to be on time, but she had to. She stored the book in a bag and went outside. Her cellphone rang again.
"What?"
"Just wanted to remind you of--"
"I'm already on my way, mom."
"Sorry, honey, have a nice day."
"Nice? You must be kidding. Bye."
She hated her mother for doing this, for sending her to a head-shrinker. A cruel, heartless person. She knew that her mother did it for her own good but she didn't want to accept, that it was a mental condition that needed to be taken care of. She wasn't crazy. At least not in the sense her mother thought.
She looked up at the house where she had her appointment. It was still half an hour before she had to see the Doctor, so she sat down on a bench in front of the house and continued to read her book. When she looked at her watch again she had only two minutes left is she didn't want to be late. She ran up the stairs and nearly ran over a young girl.
She turned away and wanted to go to the reception but stopped in mid-walk. Slowly she turned around to look at the girl again. She had seemed so familiar. She had looked almost like Naomi Wildman from Voyager. But the girl was gone. Kyla rubbed her eyes and turned.
"The Doctor's already waiting for you, young lady, you're late."
"Sorry," she said and went into the room the woman had indicated.
"So, you have a problem, " the elderly man said when she had closed the door behind her.
"Do I? I didn't know I had one. My mother seems to have a problem with me."
"Please sit down over there."
He indicated her to sit down on the couch. What a clich�. A psychiatrist needs his couch or else he can't play counselor. Wonderful, where the hell did her mother send her?? She looked at the Doctor with unhidden interest.
"What was your name again?"
"Kyla, and yours?"
"Dr. Green. Kyla, your mother told me that you could no longer discern reality from fiction, is that right?"
"Dr. Green? Dr. Sydney Green? I've heard that name before."
"Don't try to change topic. Is it true what I just said?"
"No, it's not. So, is your name Sydney Green or not?"
"Yes, it is. Do you have a problem with that?"
Kyla shook her head and closed her eyes for a second. She sighed and opened her eyes again.
"Kyla, please tell me about that other reality."
"You really wanna know? Cool. Well, there are two realities two be exact. One is here, on Earth, in this time. The other one is somewhere in space, in the 24th century."
"Tell me about that one in the future."
Kyla closed her eyes and let the images flow that came into her mind. She described every one of them: The space station Deep Space Nine, Quark's bar, office, Odo's office, Dr. Bashir's sickbay, Benjamin Sisko, Jadzia Dax, the Promenade, Jake, the Defiant. She was in her element, talking about Star Trek and her fantasies what she would do if she were there.
"What if I told you that all this was real?" a voice said.
She had heard that voice before, but it wasn't Dr. Green who was talking to her. It sounded almost like --- No, that couldn't be.
