Title: An Imaginative View Of The World
A Star Trek / Pretender / Profiler / Reality Crossover
By: Chris
Rated: G
Spoilers: None
2/?
Of course it was his voice. That was Dr. Bashir's voice. She opened her eyes and looked directly in Bashir's face.
"Are you feeling alright now?" he asked with a concerned look on his face.
"What happened?" she asked, not knowing what else to say.
"You were hallucinating, talking about a Dr. Greene and talking to yourself. You were hyperactive. I had to sedate you for a while, until you calmed down.
"Who am I?"
Bashir looked at her and then turned to Jadzia Dax, who was standing behind the door.
"Jadzia, it's worse than I thought. I need to supervise her for a while. I'll send her back to duty as soon as she's fit. Maybe you want to visit her later the day."
Jadzia looked around the corner and shot Kyla a smile before she disappeared. Oh my God, she smiled at me!! Kyla thought before she collapsed.
"Parker, wake up!"
She felt someone slapping her face and slowly opened her eyes. He was still there. It wasn't gone. What the **** had happened? Where was she? Had she gone completely nuts?
"Ensign, can you hear me?"
"Who am I?" she asked with a hoarse voice. Why didn't her voice comply the way she wanted it to?
"You're Ensign Kyla Parker and you're aboard DS9. How do you feel?"
"Like a puzzle with a dozen missing pieces. I am not sure if I really am the person you take me for. I don't belong here. My home's Earth in the beginning 21st century, not here, aboard a space station somewhere in Bajoran space."
"Well, at least you know where you are."
"How should I not know the place where I've been a hundred times in my dreams?"
"Ensign - Kyla, what are you talking about?"
"Doctor, I am not Ensign Kyla Parker and I don't have a duty assignment aboard DS9."
"Who do you think you are?"
"Well, I am Kyla Parker, but I'm living on Earth in the 21st century. I'm a schoolgirl and considered nuts from most people I know. I'm far from being the reasonable person you take me for. I'm known as a dreamer and someone who doesn't listen to her mother. She has told me a dozen times to stop dreaming about DS9."
"I think your stay here in sickbay is gonna take a while longer, Ensign."
"I am no Ensign!"
"Ensign, please-."
Before he could react she had jumped up and was running out of sickbay. Bewildered looks around the Promenade followed her. What a luck that she knew where she had to go. Well, not exactly. She had seen and studied the blueprints of the station but where was her quarters? If she really was an Ensign she must have a room to live in. She entered a turbolift.
"Computer, where does Ensign Kyla Parker live?"
"Habitat Ring, section Beta four six."
"Bring me there."
The turbolift sprang into action and the doors opened only seconds later.
"Where do I have to go?"
She followed the computer's directions and then stood in front of a door. Why didn't the door open? In the series it did, when someone approached the door. She searched for a button with a Starfleet insignia on in. There it was, and she pressed it. The door opened and she was faced with the room that was supposed to be her quarters. The room seemed familiar. Not like a Starfleet issue quarters for crewmen, more like - more like Miss Parker's living room. The door closed behind her and suddenly it was gone. The doors that had just slid shut behind her had suddenly turned into a heavy wooden door that fell shut.
"Is that you, Kyla?" a familiar voice asked from what she assumed to be the kitchen. A quite familiar voice to be correct.
"Yes, I'm back. Where are you?"
"In the kitchen."
She went into the direction where she had heard the voice and peered around the corner. She nearly suffered from a heart attack when she saw Parker standing there, with an apron tucked into her blue bleached jeans, smiling at her. A sharp scream escaped Kyla's lips when Parker turned around and shot her a broad smile.
"Are you alright, honey?"
Kyla leaned against the doorframe, her face ashen, her knees shaking. That couldn't be true. She was slipping from one nightmare into another. If she knew for sure that it were a dream she would have loved it, but now, that she wasn't able to discern dreams from reality, everything shocked her. Parker crossed the distance between them and took her by the arm.
"You better sit down. What's the matter with you?"
"I-I'm fine, really."
"So, what's your name?"
"What do you mean?"
"What's your name," she repeated her question.
"Kyla Parker."
"Very good, who am I?"
She felt as if she would drift out of consciousness again, she felt the blood draining from her face and saw the changing look on Parker's face. Everything seemed to move slower than usual and she saw Parker lift her hand as if in slow motion. She slapped her into the face and Kyla snapped back into the "normal" world.
"Come on, let's get upstairs. You go to bed."
"I don't want to," Kyla protested weakly.
"No use, come one."
Parker took her by the elbow and dragged her up. Kyla's knees went wobbly and suddenly she found herself sitting on the floor, feeling like a complete idiot. Parker crouched down beside her and brushed her forehead with her lips.
"It's alright, honey, don't you cry," she whispered.
Kyla felt hot tears that started running down her cheeks.
"Come on, you can lie down on the sofa as well."
She helped her up and Kyla sat down on he sofa.
"Don't be angry with me," she sobbed.
"Why should I be?"
"You will be, when I have asked you a question."
Parker looked at her and cocked an eyebrow.
"Who are you?"
"You're kidding, aren't you?" Parker laughed.
"No, I'm not," Kyla said, tears running down her cheeks.
"No need to cry, Kyla. Are you sure you're alright? Maybe I'd better call a doctor."
"No! Not again a doctor. I've had enough of them for one day. Just tell me who you are."
"I am Michelle Catherine Parker, your psychiatrist and your friend. We are living in the same house. What did they do to you at school? I know you don't like it there but it's never been that bad before. I know of people who have suffered from partial amnesia because of a shock, so please tell me the truth. What happened?"
"Nothing. You're a psychiatrist? I didn't--." She'd wanted to say, 'I didn't know', but decided against it, it surely would have sounded - wrong. She was her friend and living in the same house. But what about DS9? Where did it go? What was real now and what wasn't? She didn't know anymore.
"I'll prepare a hot chocolate for you to calm down. You stay right were you are! I'll be in the kitchen if you need me."
Parker left the room and Kyla closed her eyes. So much had happened and she didn't know if she understood what was going on around her.
She must have fallen asleep because someone slapped her face. She felt cold hands on her face but those hands didn't feel like Parker's hands, they had been soft and warm, those were cold and - larger.
"Wake up, Ensign!", Bashir's voice again. Where was Parker? Why was HE back again? She slowly opened her eyes and looked up at him and Dax. She was lying on the floor of her Starfleet issue quarters.
"Are you alright, Ensign?"
"Why did you run away?"
Kyla looked up at them and slowly sat up. She looked around the room. It looked unfamiliar but it was supposed to be her quarters. Some things seemed a little familiar, like the photo of Miss Parker on a shelf.
Dax and Bashir helped her up and walked her out of her quarters.
"Where are we going?"
"Back to sickbay."
She sighed and looked down at the ground. When she looked at herself, she couldn't help but smile. A Starfleet uniform. She was really wearing a Starfleet uniform. How often had she wished to own one of them.
