Hello, I'm Clenaut but really I'm Courtney Wint---

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 Clenaut is resting on a medical bed. Her forehead has been wrapped up. We see from above the main HQ to the enterprise that the flat Borg device has become much larger. There is ticking coming from a timer right under its belly. We hear the silent but surprisingly light sound right at the medical bay where we see her resting. This part of the medical bay is intact; while another half is separated by a glass-door that has also closed off the holes to outerspace with force fields.

  Clenaut’s eyes seem to be moving under the eyelids.

 “She hasn’t changed a bit.” Kirk said. “Why hasn’t she?”

 “Well,” Bones  said. “If you went into a time machine and then went to the future; wouldn’t you look the same?”

 “That is .  .  . a different situation for a different time.” Kirk said. “Time-Travel is not possible.”

 “I may be a doctor, but, she is living proof that Time-Travel exists.” Bones said, picking up a small pair of dark, maroon sunglasses that were not made in this star date.  “These sunglasses styles were destroyed star dates ago; before Spock’s parents were ever born.”

 “So she’s time-traveled before?”  Kirk asks.

Bones rubs his forehead.

“No.”Bones said, turning them around. He gives the pair to Kirk. “You have to take a look at this.”

   The frames that keep dark glass in its place have a picture of the enterprise with Spock and Kirk at the front. The background is outer space with the gray words “Star Trek: Into Darkness” imprinted in it permanently. The dating on the rims is ‘2013’. There is a partially cracked frame that has a small centered crack close to the bridge of the glasses.

 “Uh.  .  . “ Kirk said, startled by the picture of him and Spock. He raises his eyebrows. “How is this possible?”

“I have no idea.” Bones said.

 The barely-loud but silent ticking stops as Clenaut’s eyes open. She then pulls herself upright fast but not enough to make her sick. If a human is familiar to see Vulcan with green eyes then they should be surprised to see her eyes are different. What about the eyes? There’s nothing that matters about the eyes except for the direction, emotion, and what they do. Her dark, rounded pupils are small but not noticeable for some-one to point out.

 “Hi.”  Clenaut said.

It seems awkward at first for Kirk.

“Why do you have pointy eared man and me on these glasses?” Kirk asks, holding the glass pair.

 Clenaut rubs her jaw, amazed by the intact and undestroyed pair that should have remained somewhere else.

“I didn’t.  .  . I-d-idn’t” She shook her head, but then held her hand out.  “Hello, I’m Clenaut but really I’m Courtney Wint—“

“Glad to meet you.” Kirk interrupts Clenaut, shaking her hand using his hand that wasn’t holding the glasses. “James, James Kirk.”

 “I-I-i—i---h-es---um.” Clenaut stutters. If there was a crewmember onboard who could detect feelings then they would be detecting high feelings of excitement, honor, and another feeling from her. “Neve-e-ev-ev-r expected my sunglasses wo-w-w-wow-wo-would be here.”’

  Clenaut ends the hand shake.

 “I understand you are the only Vulcan to beat the record score for intergalactic gaming. “ Kirk said, testing her memory out. It was a test to see if she did remember things. “How did you stay up for an entire week playing that game?”

    She sheepishly smiles.

 “Vulcan’s can stay up for two weeks; and pheeesah, I beat it four times.” Clenaut said, feeling a headache climbing. She said it as though it is a well-known fact. “And it isn’t just because of their back with those spikey-like bumps. Where did you find my glasses?” She looks up to Bones. “Ellen would be squealing if she was here.”

“They were with you.” Bones said.  

She shook her head.

“They were not with me.” Clenaut said, with a smile. Both men could hear she has a Scottish accent. That only made them startled because Vulcan does not have a Scotland. “I only came here, technically, with my mind.”

 “Mind?” Kirk and Bones said at once.

 First it was those startling sunglasses, and then it was her acting odd, and finally Clenaut saying something about her mind coming here.

“I didn’t bring anything else when I was sleeping.” Clenaut continues as though they hadn’t said a word.  “I cannot see a strand of logic how this pair appeared.  .  .where did they appear?”

“In your hand.” Bones said.

“And how did I get here?  I’m supposed to be dead from crashing into the Borg’s escape pod.” Clenaut shudders at the mention of Borgs. “They are more contagious than those cyber-creeps,” She had a claw like hand pose and wiggles her fingers. “Who Ellen usually compares them to.”

 Kirk walks over to Clenaut’s side.

 “You are a Vulcan.”

 “Well, technically not.”

 “And you act like a human.”

“That’s because I am.”

 Bones sat on a chair, apparently thinking Clenaut may be the most complicated Vulcan he ever met.

 “Unless you have a human parent—“

 “Vulcans do not lie; now tell me, how the Vulcan am I still alive?”

 “’Time Travel’,” Kirk said. He treats the word ‘time travel’ like it is not possible. Kirk uses his fingers as parentheses. “Chekov beamed you aboard, and Nero destroyed that big garbage ball of metal.”

  Clenaut looks down, as she feels her head—instead feeling that her forehead’s been wrapped up.

 “And Vulcan?” Clenaut asks, turning head slightly towards Bones. She has her hand away from her wrapped up forehead. Her voice trembles in a way that a Trekkie would understand if their favorite world was destroyed. “Is it.  .  . gone?”

 Clenaut looks down to her hands as Bones told her.Kirk could tell she is thinking about something else other than the destruction of Vulcan. How is this even possible? You think a Vulcan can easily mask their emotions; but some who believes they are human just don’t know how to mask their emotions. There is an announcement to everyone on board that Spock is planning to regroup with the other federation ships.Kirk left the medical bay; leaving the dark sunglasses on the table. Clenaut rubs her shoulder as her entire body is shaking.

  “Geog-g—George is right.”Clenaut tearfully says. She wipes off a tear from below her eyes. “I should have watched out.  .  . I can’t take this back.”

  Bones hands her some tissues.

  “Take what back?”

 Cleneut blows her nose in the tissue.

“My wish.” Clenaut said, as her voice drips in regret. She sighs. “I don’t understand; one minute I’m a girl with my friends, next minute I am a  .  .  . Vulcan.”

She rubs her hands together.

“Your files say that you got into an accident before coming to StarFleet.”

Clenaut looks up.

“What kind?”  In a way her eyes shined like Clenaut would finally learn about her past. “Did it involve a ship?”

 Bones told her.

“Did it then hit a ship?”

“No.”

“Was it on a ship?”

“What’s up with your obsession on ships?”

“It’s not an assumption; it’s a logical conclusion.”

She feels a headache climbing up; Clenaut goes through her hair that hadn’t been flattened by what has been wrapped around her head. She could hear the sound of something low, soft, and vibrate coming from the outside the Medical Bay. It was as though she has a second sight; seeing from above the ship to the Borg debris that’s ingraining itself into the enterprise’s cables and machinery.

“Ow.” Clenaut said, with a hand on her forehead. “Ow. This is a horrible headache.”

“You should lean back,” Bones recommends to her. “It’ll help with the headache.”

Pain cannot prevent her from smiling at Bones comment.

“Ellen would have fainted by now.”

“Yeah, yeah, yeah.”  Bones went with what Clenaut said, as he left the medical bay section Clenaut is in.

Clenaut puts her head back on the comfy-chair-like medical bay.

“I should watch what I wish for.” Clenaut squeezes her eyes, while tapping her feet together. She then stops and raised her eyebrows. “I should watch what I wish for.”  A smile appears on her Vulcan face.  “I wish to meet the original Spock.”

The smooth, automatic door opening drew Clenaut’s attention.

“Hello Klenaut.” Chekov said, holding a box of chocolate.

Chekov and Clenaut share a lengthy conversation; but Clenaut made sure not to tell him about his future. She explained to him in great detail what the Borgs are capable of doing. They shared some laughs over the funniest things that they hadn’t shared. Clenaut ate some chocolate. It was almost like two friends reconnected at their high school graduation tenth anniversary.

 “I thought Wulcans don’t eat kololate.”

  Clenaut wipes her mouth using a tissue.

 “Chekov, you brought them in, so logically .  .  .” Clenaut said, using her hand like an animation. She then smiles as though recalling an important detail. Clenaut nudges at his shoulder as she drops the tissue into a trash can. “You remembered the spaghetti.”

 “Hah!” Chekov said, as he laughs. “You got me vith zat.”

 Back in the academy; Clenaut had ate Spaghetti during Lunch. That made a lot of cadets get confused as they  thought that Vulcans were vegetarians. Most but not all Vulcans are vegetarians; some prefer to wear special gloves when eating their foods.  Like most female Vulcans; her height is 5’6. She acted strange for a Vulcan; even with her claim ‘I am human’.

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