What’s the first thing you think of when waking up from falling down and getting knocked out?  It’s a ‘what would you do?’ question. For me; waking up from being knocked out is different.  Not does everything look like the entire room is spinning.  It’s frankly blurry. The back of my head hurts. I can hear other people.

“Clenaut?”

I recognize Spock’s voice!

“Let me guess  .  .” Oh that’s Kirk’s voice! “She’s a friend of yours.”

I blink. 

“She was part of the medical team on the enterprise,” Prime Spock said, as though he was relieving being aboard the ship. A Trekkie like me would get their hearts broken listening to an elderly Prime Spock.  .   . Like right now.  “She was always interested in wounds; not once did I see her display emotion---except for one time when the Enterprise was being attacked, heavily.”

 Like her mother  .   .   . Clenaut was gonna be part of the medical team. Her life was cut short for me. It feels awful to live with the knowledge that a Vulcan had to die for my wish; how can I ever take this wish back?

“Hey Scotty, got some snow in this building?”

“Yes why?”

“Get me it.”

And then the next thing I know (with my blurry vision) something wet hits my face. The blurriness and dizzy sight went away to be replaced by normal eyesight. The back of my head still hurts; which means I shouldn’t sleep for a while. Why don’t I heal myself? Most Trekkies are humans, and necessarily, it cannot work. So you know; it’s hard to believe I can do it now. Ellen tried it once when she had a bike accident; nope, it did not work.

“Worst landing kiss ever.” I push myself up, and get out the pod.

“Why did Spock send you off?” Kirk asks,

“He didn’t; I did it myself; because .  .  .” I look to Prime Spock.  “Um  .  . . Hi; It’s an honor to meet you; Mr.Spock.”

Prime Spock looks at me, strangely.

“We haven’t met yet.” Prime Spock said.

“You are an iconic figure in my version of Earth, and so is your Kirk.” I explain to him “I’m not a time-traveler. I’m an average Trekkie who’s in a dead vulcan’s body—technicaly she’s dead; sort of.”

Kirk and Scott are surprise.

“What are you?” Kirk asks.

“Human.” I said.

“You cannot possess a dead body as a human!” Scotty said. “You must be an alien or a ghost.”

“It’s not really logical.” I said. “And I wasn’t actually expecting to wake up as a Vulcan. Kirk; just ask Star Fleet what they would do if they find out where I am.”

 I refused to return aboard The Enterprise with Scotty and Kirk. I put on a ‘scanner-swamp-life-detector’ ring on my finger. Logically Spock might be having a conversation with Starfleet right at the moment and they could be scanning Delta Vega for me. This ring can make me seem as though it’s only Kirk, Scotty, Scotty’s alien friend, an unnamed Vulcan, and Delta Vega’s inhabitants were there. So Scotty and Kirk were beamed to the enterprise. 

“There has to be reasons why you don’t want go back.” Prime Spock said.

“Like Kirk told you earlier, his Spock is acting captain, and in movie 2 he files  the report about the frozen volcano thing when he wasn’t supposed to do that,because they were only there to observe not interfere.”

Oh snap. I just told the future! How am I just spilling it?

“So?”

“Kirk saved him, and in return, his Spock did what was right.”

“File a report?”

“Yes,” I said. “That’s exactly what he did.”

 So I explained to him what Star Fleet would do if they found me.

“This information is dangerous to know.” Prime Spock said. “And you used this information to save countless lives, and it seems you didn’t plan to live.”

That’s pretty much what I was thinking; or I assumed to happen; Death.

But no; time travel had to interfere! I hate Time Travel more than the stupid Borgs!

“Yes.” I said, with a sigh. “And I kind of  wi—I know of want to slap those Borgs silly for jumping me into this complicated situation. But the thing is .  .  .  I’m falling for a Russian Navigator.”

“Chekov and a Vulcan, that’s new.”     

The conversation we had was nice. I learned more about the world of the Original Star Trek through Spock; this time not through a computer screen.Vulcans can sense emotions from other species—oh, the emotions that Vulcans ancestors had is.  .  .  .pretty easy to keep in check. Maybe it’s because I have a strong mental mind that uses reason and logic to argue against these feelings so they won’t get out of control.

“What was your Clenaut like?” I ask.  “Was she; a nerd, secretly an emotional Vulcan, a thief, or someone who meddled with technology a lot?” I am interested in her. “I .  .   . want to know what kind of person she would have been.”

“She was a little bit of all four; but mostly didn’t ask questions about her patients.”

“She was one lucky Vulcan.” I said, with a whistle.

 “How do you know she’s dead?”

“  .  .  .  . I kind of made a wish to wake up as a Vulcan.” I admit with a sigh, and then did my best explaining what happened and how I knew. “  .  .  .And   I saw a ship similar to Nero’s there; is there something about your Clenaut that you haven’t told me?”

“No.”

Then this ticking sound started echoing in my head. The ticking sound has a mechanical tune to it as though whatever is making this sound is alive. Wait a minute there; that’s a Borg noise effect! How could I have missed that? I saw an image of that escape-like-Romulen Ship flying down the Planet’s atmosphere from a black hole.

Wait ,.   .   .   .

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Last week, before we had started the reenacting of the eleven Star Trek movies, Jason brought up an interesting question.

“Does anyone think Nero’s ship time traveled into the future, again?” Jason asks.

Ellen and I were stitching costumes; because, well, we’ve made our own costumes many times.

“That’s not logical.” I said.

“That’s not really possible.” Ellen chimes in. “The only way they did it the first time around was because the red matter was in an exploding star, not a ship.”

Jason sighs, sitting down on the chair.

 “Can I help?”

We glare at him, simultaneously.

“No.” We both said.

“Come on, last time it was an accident.” Jason said.

“Stitching your pants to the Original Star Trek Uniforms we made?” Ellen gets up, her hands are bandaged up while I did not (Mom taught me how to do stitching, properly). We were right across from Ellen’s swimming pool. “NO WAY WAS THAT AN ACCIDENT! WE WORKED OUR BUTTS OFF making them for comic con!”

Ellen pushed Jason into the pool.

S—ssplash

“Ellen!” Jason yells. “Using the pool is so old school.”

“That’s how an officer on the enterprise celebrates their promotion.”

“ .  .  . Ellen .  .  .  .”  I said. “You are mistaking that for The Next Generation.”

“That Klingon is cool.” Ellen said, dusting off her hands and opened her sun lotion then threw it at Jason.

 The sun lotion hits Jason’s head while spilling its contents all over his face.

 “That Klingon is called Worf!” Jason gets out the pool with his eyes shut “And he wasn’t pushed off; Data is one who tried to do something funny by doing it.”

  Jason gets a towel from a chair that was going to be used later on today by Ellen’s older Brother Walter. Jason acts like an expert for Star Trek, but he doesn’t entirely understand every single reference we do with him. He’s like a raccoon trying to blend in: Horribly. Jason wipes off the lotion off his face.

  “Get your Klingon facts right!” Jason adds.

The sun lotion bottle floats in Ellen’s pool, empty. Wait  .  .  . why is it still floating when it’s not full? That’s illogical.

 “Oh yeah?” Ellen eyes him. “What about Romulens sweeping in to fix their own problem with Picard’s slowly dying clone?”

Jason takes off his shirt then puts it on a summer chair. He uses the big Star Trek towel to continue drying himself off.

“I don’t understand what this has to do with Klingons.” Jason said, as he wipes his big and impressive looking arms.

    He gets those muscles from P.E and almost all the girls minus me and Ellen want to be partnered up with the hot guy. They basically swoon over him because he looks so hot--not that I am attracted to him . . . some girls ask how in the world an attractive boy can be into a nerdy franchise. My answer is ‘The Enterprise; where no man has gone before. It’s the tool that men and woman and aliens alike can be explorers!

   It’s also Spock who did fascinate the first time viewers of Star Trek when it first aired all those years ago. Nobody from my Earth has ever stepped on board the Enterprise; except for the people who still have the Star Trek 2009 Movie main part of the ship set. 

“Hey Miss Curly hair Spock, could you translate what Ellen said in English?” Jason asks.

I continue stitching.

 “Romulens planet dies and the entire ecosystem of the Klingon Empire is put into ruin because of the adorable tripples.” I said, and sigh. He doesn’t compute lots of Star Trek references in our conversations. It’s almost like we, Trekkies, have a secret language for a secret cult. “Logically, you should remember the cartoon episode where they grew so much they crowded the captain’s seat.”

“Oh so does this mean Vulcans have stone wall emotions?” Jason asks.

I look up to Jason as I stopped stitching, then put the stitching on the table.

“Don’t .  .  .” I said, holding up my left hand. “Just .  .  .  Don’t start that argument again.”

I walk towards him.

“That what?” Jason asks. “You’ve been holding feelings in and don’t tell us when something MAJOR happens?

I had a life outside High School, and my life wasn’t all perfect.

“I  .  .  .  .” I couldn’t believe him. I’m right across from him, so logically I stopped. “Jas,” I tap my flip-flops on the rug. “Say your theory before I use the Vulcan pinch on you.”

Jason laughs while Ellen has her arms folded.

“What if he went into the past; or, the future? But he does not have brakes on and Nero’s ship doesn’t have its energy signature right on. Maybe Nero is hiding somewhere like Mars, Delta Vega, New Vulcan.” Jason wipes tears off his eyes.  “We are humans, so, we can’t use the Vulcan pinch to knock out anyon—“

I got up, and then used the pinch on him.

Jason’s body collapses on the rug.

“You are so lucky I have rugs all around the pool!” Ellen claims.

I flash a smile towards her.

“Sheesh, he would have tipped over.”

“But what if he didn—Courtney, stop twisting logic.”

“Isn’t it fun to mess with the law of gravity?”

“But it’s not logical, and you know that.”

“Sometimes Trekkies wanna have fun,now, let’s get back to work!”

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I put on a coat then went outside to see if it is true. This must be the top nightmare of a Trekkie; Nero and Borgs all in one day. Logically mistakes can be the best life lessons that shape aliens into who they are. Including me; because, Jason was right about his ridiculous theory for Star Trek into Darkness. Even though it did not happen in the movies it’s entirely impossible. Why is that everything talked about Star Trek the week or so before waking up as a Vulcan come true.

 Go outside, and then perhaps may be the most illogical moment in Trekkie history.

 There is Nero’s ship flying down; and a couple escape ships were departing as that huge portal from above is disappearing.

“You must be kidding.” I could hear my own Scottish accent. “Oh; I didn’t notice that.”