I was gazing down towards my computer in a chair on a document page writing fanfiction. Somehow, in some way, I had to look up to my left. The exact same light from many years ago I experienced in Oak Groove. It turned dark in the room in all of a sudden not even the light from my laptop illuminated the darkness.

I saw a bright white light flash before my eyes.

"Doctor," Came a man's voice. "What happened to the little girl?"

At first I thought of the Eleventh Doctor.

"I can't explain it, Captain," Came a much younger voice. "It seems she was replaced."

So not the Eleventh  Doctor.

"She looks like her, has her face, but..." The Captain couldn't find the words.

My head turned. My eyes opened to see a man on a bed leaning against the wall fumbling his rounded fingers together playfully whistling with elf like ears and sharp shoulders. His shoulders really stood out, greatly, as though there is a great sharp plank sticking out. I squinted at the man. He was rather unusual and strange. He had a gray jumpsuit on with apparently what seems to be a green undershirt.

The strange man looked up toward me.

"Hello," The strange man said, with a little smile.

I stared at the man.

"Captain, she's awake," The doctor said.

"You should really hold on, Ivy,otherwise you will be fine," The strange man said, in a reassuring tone that didn't reassure me. "Trust me."

"Q!" The doctor exclaimed. "You are suppose to be resting!"

The strange man rolled his eyes.

"I have rest enough," The strange man said.

My setting changed before my eyes. It had been 2012, or was it still 2012? My eyes squinted open to see a yellow ceiling. Memories that I hadn't been aware of swarmed my brain. That man was Q. The Doctor was Doctor Reagen and the Captain was Captain Monk. CAPTAIN MONK? But Adrian Monk is a detective--Oh, Jordan Monk. A man with the name Jordan easily gave me the impression that he was a she and Captain Jordan's last name made me mistake him for being THE Adrian Monk.

Memories came to; a lot.

I saw Doctor Beverly looking over me.

"Carly, are you all right?" Doctor Beverly said.

"I feel fine," I said.

"You had chest pains," Doctor Beverly said. "It overwhelmed you."

I push myself forward.

Quite the chest pains I had, I thought.

I recall what my prior situation had been. On the brink of death holding a phaser with chances of a chest buster coming out and my mind transferred into a Cippallon called Carly Bell, currently a Ensign Nurse of the Enterprise. It occurred to me that I had died, been brought back to life, and placed back where I had came from until it had been so long.

"Oh," I said. "How long was I out?"

"Two hours and thirty minutes," Doctor Beverly said. "If you feel any other symptoms.."

"I'll tell you," I said.

Doctor Beverly nodded.

"I'll see you in 0900," Doctor Beverly said.

Time translation: 9:00 AM.

If she had said it as 2100 then it would have been 9:00 PM. It is thanks to being in the body of a Ensign who knows what they are doing and have experience in military time does it come in handy. I get off the bed then leave sick bay. I felt light headed,dizzy, and generally confused. I was able to find my quarters once again with Charlie Bay snoring in the bed with arm dangling out of the edge. Instead of sleeping with him on the bed I decided against that and let myself get comfortable on the couch.

How the heck do Ensigns sleep together without getting down to business?

Why yes, I have a dirty mind. All of which from reading Transformers Animated bonding fanfics where pleasure was everywhere. Seriously;EVERYWHERE. I have to blame the Transformers Animated fandom for that. Eventually I will get comfortable to sharing the bed with Bay.I get dressed into my PJ's, put my uniform into the cleaning processor,and took the time to observe my body. I had unusual shoulder lines that are bumpy similar to a staircase. My nose has a small ridge that is noticeable to the human eye. I took a spare blanket out of the cubby then get comfortable on the couch. I did really feel tired for some reason.

My eyes closed.

Time went by and my eyes were forced to open because of a bright light.

"Waky,waky,Nurse Bell!" Bay said, dragging me off the couch.

"Drop me, idiot!" I shout.

Bay dropped me and my head landed on the ground with a thump.

"Now, I got the couch to myself," Bay said, plopping himself on the couch. "You've been asleep for a couple hours. For a Cippallon, I was not aware Cippallons went back to sleep right after waking up."

I get up off the rug.

"My sleeping pattern was flawed and interrupted," I said.

"Good luck staying awake," Bay said.

I yawned.

"I don't need luck, I got it," I said.

"And by the way, it is zero-eight-hundred," Bay said. "Another reason why I woke you up." He smiled. "It is a pro to know my roommate's shifts."

"As if," I said.

"Oh and your uniform is on the bed," Bay said. "Perhaps you should get up earlier, because I am awake at zero-seven-hundred hours. I have to be ready for the beta shift in engineering and be awake enough." He made a perfect whistle reclining back in the chair putting one foot on the table and both hands behind his head. "Second day on the Enterprise and I want my first week to be the best I ever had!"

"Until it becomes crappy," I said.

"Yeah," Bay said, then he glanced over to my shirt. "...I didn't know you liked old media."

"The Lion King is classic," I said, picking up the uniform.

I went into the bathroom, undressed, and then took a very relaxing shower. I love showers, period! When I was a child I absolutely loved baths not showers because I could tell a story using the bubbles and diving under the water. I loved aquamarine and the Disney movie where it turned out a teenage boy is a merman. I stopped the shower, stepped onto a towel, and dried myself off using the same towel. The door is apparently closed. The steam from the shower rested on the mirror.

It turns out that having big hands could be useful.

And a pain in the butt because those damn fingernails are so slagging long!

I clipped my fingernails into the garbage disposal.

I didn't really notice my fingernails in my prior experience mainly because I didn't give a two cents about it. That's what you get for having the mind of a child. Well, technically I still have the mind of a child with my attitude and all. Two words fell into my mind completing a rather simple thought. I have to be ready for Alpha Shift at Sick Bay, I thought. I learned, through memory, that these shifts apply to various other parts of the Enterprise not just the Bridge.

I get dressed after getting dried off then brushed my teeth and combed my hair.

I went out of the bathroom with my laundry in hand then dumped it into the cleaning processor. The machine chimed and in a blue flash the laundry is cleaned. I put away my laundry in the cubby.

"Replicator," I said. "Replicate; sunny side up eggs, toast, and strawberry milk."

"Strawberry milk?" Bay asked.

"It is nice to try something new," I said.

I take out the replicated food then go over to the table taking a napkin.

"I never heard of strawberry milk," Bay said.

"It was only a guess," I said.

Bay went over to the replicator.

"Blueberry milk, cool," Bay said.

The replicator replicated as he wanted. Bay took out the glass then sipped it. His face turned into disgust. I laughed way harder then I should have at his face. Through my laughter I am able to cut out little pieces of the egg and munch on it.

"Not funny," Bay said.

"It so is," I said. "You gotta finish it. First time's the charm!"

Bay frowned.

"Not doing it because you said so," Bay said.

I shook my head then continued eating the egg. I used the toast to soak up the yolk from the eggs and eat it. I continued this process until all of it were gone. I put the empty glass and plate back on the replicator. The two dishes disappeared before my eyes. I wash my hands shortly afterward.

"THERE!" Bay said, with much disgust in his voice. "I am finished with this trash!"

I burst out laughing.

"Not close to being funny," Bay said, with a glare.

"If it's any comfort," I said. "I didn't like the strawberry milk."

"I hope you get a stomach ache," Bay said.

I roll an eye.

I sat on the couch, take out a padd, and began writing. It was tedious at first to adjust my fingers on the surface to press all the right buttons but I adapted. I wrote a entire chapter dedicated to robots and action. It was pretty fun, to be honest. One of my strong suits is writing alien robot beings among things including ghosts. I wrote a entire book called Haunting on Malbury Street that is up on Amazon for $5.99 dedicated to ghosts. It took me eight months, eight days, and thirty some minutes to complete. I miss writing the Tealins to this day.

"Ten minutes till zero-nine-hundred," Bay said.

I put the padd away.

"Thanks," I said.

"What happens to Music Beat in the fight against Avenger?" Bay asked.

I stopped short at the door.

"You were eavesdropping?" I asked.

"....Kinda," Bay said.

"Her name is MuzicBet," I said. "You only heard the rough draft version."

"What happens to Music Beat?" Bay asked, again.

"Avenger kills her," I said then walk on out of our quarters.

"I liked Music Beat," Bay whined.

I walked down the corridor heading toward the lift. I greeted other Ensigns and fellow personnel with a nod and a small 'Good morning,' to them. I walked right into a lift. But then in came Data. Data has golden tinted skin. His yellow eyes stood out to me like the blazing sun except the intensity of them is lighter and gentler. The doors to the lift closed.

"Sick Bay," I said, then the lift started moving. "Hello, Mr Data."

Data turned his head toward me.

"Data," Data repeated his name.

I raised my brows.

"What?" I said, confused.

"My name is pronounced day-tah," Data said. "You are saying it as dah-tah."

I had a pause contemplating the difference between Data and---Oh.

"Ooh," I said, with a little nod. "I get it."

"I have no means of confusing you,Ensign Bell," Data apologized.

I laughed.

"No, it is not your fault," I said. "I get easily confused."

"That makes two of us," Data said.

I smiled.

"Won't happen again, Mr Data," I said. "I have excellent memory...Like a elephant."

"Really?" Data asked, blinking randomly.

I nodded.

"Really, Mr Data," I said.

"So you are not joking?" Data asked.

"I am not joking," I said. "Let me guess...People joked a lot around you in The Academy."

"I have found it as a interesting learning experience," Data said. "Useful jokes that I should be aware of in the future when I can take them for their comedic value. Such as the elephant comparison."

"Interesting," I said.

"But I did not understand why some cadets tricked me," Data said.

"Because you were different," I said. "People are scared of different at first."

"And you?" Data asked.

"I embrace being different," I said. "It is one of the joys to being human. No one is the same person."

"Except for twins," Data said.

The lift stopped.

"Yes, and that," I said.

The doors opened.

"Nice chatting with you," I said. "Mr Data."

I went through the open doorway down the corridor to Sick Bay.