The Wrong Sam (part 1)

Posted on Thu Nov 3rd, 2011 @ 9:30am by Commodore Samantha York & Colonel Damon Raine

1,082 words; about a 5 minute read

Mission: The Race for the Lost Treasure
Location: Starbase Typhon

ON

Curzon had business, so Sam took the time to wander through the station again. She had a lot to think about with a new Chief Science Officer and a possible new ship. She wasn't paying a lot of attention to where she was going, it was more the anonymity of wandering through a busy starbase dressed like a civilian.

Damon, having just arrived on the station that morning, was eager to get off the ship and 'stretch his legs'. He still wasn't used to the cooped up feeling of living on a starship despite the fact that he had called the Calypso home for over two years now. Everything seemed so wide open and spacious on a space station such as this one. ~It's really just a bigger bottle~ he mused as he leisurely walked though the promenade.

He and Sam both left for the station at different times since he had his morning exercises in the Marine barracks to do first. They had made plans to meet up on the station when he finished his daily routine.

He was in a book store perusing through the history section when he by chance saw her walking by in the corridor. He put the book he was reading back into the shelf and hurried after her. It only took a few quick strides to catch up. He wrapped his arms around her mid section. "Good morning love."

Sam let out a yelp and pulled away. "I'm sorry, but ... umm ... I think you've mistaken me for someone else."

Damon took a step back and tilted his head with a quizical look on his face. He laughed a bit. "Not in the hugging mood today I guess."

Today? She didn't know this man. She'd never SEEN this man before. "Uhh. I don't believe we've met, sir."

He stood there for a moment unsure of what game this was. "...Okay...So this is new. Is it multiple personality day or something?" He joked.

"Okay, let's start with introductions because you obviously think I'm someone else. I'm Samantha York. And you are?"

"...Your boyfriend?" He said unsure of what she wanted from him.

Sam was getting uncomfortable. Who was this guy, and why did he act like they knew each other?

'I have no idea who you are. I'm dating someone else." And Curzon wouldn't appreciate it if he met this guy ... whoever he was.

Damon was starting to get tired of this game. "Okay, Sam, what's going on? Did I forget to do something this morning before I left for the gym?"

"This morning?" Sam was with Curzon that morning. "Okay. The game's gone on long enough. Who are you and what game are you trying to play?"

"Game I'M playing?" Damon retreated a step with an incredulous look on his face. "What has gotten into you, love?"

He was sincere. She could feel it. She almost read his mind but was half afraid to. Odd. She'd never been afraid of what someone thought before. "Me? Look, I'm Commander Samantha York of the USS Republic ... well, formerly of the USS Republic. You still haven't said who you are. Or why you think you know me."

He stood there for several seconds with a perplexed look on his face. He heard the words, but none of them made any sense to him. "I'm Commander Damon Raine, your Executive Officer and boyfriend of two years. And you are Samantha Felicity York, formerly of the USS Republic, formerly of the USS Orion and current Captain of the USS Calypso..."

Something was definitely not right here. Her expression remained deadpan and the look she gave him with her eyes was distant and foreign. He was starting to become concerned. "Sam are you okay?"

"I'm fine. I'm not so sure about you, though." She ran a hand through her hair distractedly. She gently touched his surface thoughts with her mind. What she read made her step back. He was with a woman wholooked just like her. Everyone had a double somewhere, she'd been told. But with the same name? What on earth was going on here?

Could this have something to do with their recent temporal activities? The thought made her worry even more. Was THIS why they still didn't have a ship? "Look, the only way I can prove to you who I am is to have you talk to Captain Bennett. Maybe we can straighten this mess out?" If this guy was from another time or dimension, she was in more trouble with the temporal authorities than she previously thought.

Damon resisted the urge to call Doctor Bowen for a medical emergency. It seemed to him that she was experiencing at the very least some sort of selected memory loss. He was decidedly concerned about the fact that the portion missing involved their entire relationship. Was this some sort off attack on her, or him?The questions started to mount up and Damon was determined to get to the bottom of it. Sam looked convinced that this Bennett character might have some answers, if so Damon would make sure that he was told everything. His fist clenched involuntarily at the thought.

"Let's have a talk with your Captain Bennett." He said neutrally. He made sure to shield his thoughts from her, something he had learned to do over their time together. He was glad he did, he intended to get everything out of the man.

He blocked her? Sam was so surprised she stumbled. How did he know to do that? This was getting stranger and stranger. She tapped her combadge. "York to Captain Bennett. Can you meet me in our quarters?"

'Sam? ... Yes, I can,' Bennett's reply was tight, strained. There was too much strangeness going on of late.

Their quarters? Damon thought. He could feel his blood start to boil. What had this man done to Samantha?

Sam led the way to their temporary quarters and waved towards the couch. "Have a seat. Can I get you something to drink?"

"No, thank you." He felt like he needed a stiff drink, however, he wanted to be clear headed and alert for whatever was going to come through that door. Besides, the last thing he wanted to do was drink these people's 'kool aid'.

(To be continued...)

Commander Samantha York
Executive Officer
USS Jefferson

Commander Damon Raine
Executive Officer
USS Calypso

Captain Curzon Bennett
Commanding Officer
USS Jefferson

 

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