The Wrong Sam (part 2)

Posted on Thu Nov 3rd, 2011 @ 9:48am by Commodore Samantha York & Colonel Damon Raine

1,009 words; about a 5 minute read

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

ON

[OLD]

"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'.

[NEW]

Bennett walked in a moment later, slightly out of breath. He had jogged down from the Promenade deck when Sam had called. There had been something in her voice. He spotted the stranger, noted his agitated look. The door closed behind him as he stood there, wary. 'What's going on?'

Sam hugged Curzon. "We've got a problem."

He returned the hug in a perfunctory manner. He had just left Sam. He was sure of it - the person on the Promenade could be no other. But she was also here. 'Yeah ... a problem.'

Sam stepped back and looked at Curzon. Now he was behaving oddly. "What's wrong?"

'I was just talking with you - on the Promenade,' Bennett stopped her before she could interrupt, 'not just now. Not over the commbadge. Face-to-face. You didn't recognise me - you thought you'd left the Republic two years ago.' He sighed, 'you haven't been conducting an experiment, have you?'

"I was on the promenade, yes, but I ran into this guy, who insists I know him." She looked up at Curzon again, her expression troubled. "For the last week I've spent all my time with you."

"Okay." Damon piped up, tired of being left in the dark. "Now someone is going to tell me what the hell is going on here." He stood up with both fists balled at his side.

"You apparently know someone who looks like me and has the same name, but it's not me. I really don't know exactly what's going on." Her comments were directed as much to Curzon as they were to Damon.

Damon was beyond frustrated by this point and was starting to look like he was going to take his frustration on this Bennett guy. "listen, I know who you are. This man," he said with an accusatory point at Bennett "has done something to you to make you forget. I don't even know how to prove it to you." His eyes lit up for a moment. The stations bio scanners would be able to prove the point. He quickly tapped his comm badge, "Commander Raine to Captain Samantha York."

Captain Samantha York was in the Typhon library looking up information on the USS Republic. "York here. What do you need, love?"

All of the colour instantly drained from his face. He looked at the woman in front of him and with a confused look simply just shook his head. "... I... Are you okay?"

Bennett stepped closer to what seemed to be his Sam, the one who recognised and loved him. He held her hand and stood with a protective air at her side. When the voice, the unmistakeable voice, of Samantha York sounded, his eyes bugged slightly.

Sam squeezed Curzon's hand. that was unmistakably her voice. This was weird.

"Umm ... why do you ask?" she asked cautiously. "Damon? What's going on?"

"...Sam, I really think you need to see this." Damon responded. There was no possible way this could be believed unless they were both in the same room. "Come to the east wing temporary quarters, unit 1709. Quickly." He added.

Sam hadn't felt that much tension coming from Damon in quite a while. She walked quickly to the nearest turbolift. Once she got off on the right deck, she almost ran to the appropriate room and rang the door chime.

As the chime rang, Bennett reflexively called out 'Enter!' He trembled with nervousness as the door slid open.

Sam walked into the room and immediately looked for Damon. She relaxed a bit when she saw he was okay. Then her eyes moved to Curzon ... and herself.

Sam walked slowly over to Damon and took his hand. "You're the Sam from the Republic." It wasn't a question. She didn't even need to see the way Curzon was standing protectively next to her. She just new.

The other Sam nodded. "And you're his," she said, referring to Damon.

Captain Sam nodded and squeezed Damon's hand.

'So ... there are two of you,' stated Bennett numbly, each of them, and Damon over. 'I think I speak for us all when I say: What. The. Hell?'

Commander Sam looked at Curzon. "I don't know. Could our recent mission have anything to do with this?"

Captain Sam turned to Damon. "What's going on?"

Damon simply looked at her and shook his head. "I'm not the scientist, you are...well...both of you are...should I be using singular?" He was having trouble processing what his eyes saw.

Bennett shook his head, 'if you don't mind me saying so, I think it's no on both accounts.' He looked at Commander Sam, 'the Captain told me she had transferred from the Republic two years ago,' and in turn he looked at Damon, 'which would mean the two of them would have developed in different directions over the past twenty-four months, have different experiences and so on ...' he shrugged, 'at least that's how I look at it.'

Mostly Bennett was concerned someone would come along, decide his Sam was not the 'real' Sam - especially in light of their previous mission - and try to take her away.

"Are we talking about cloning?" Damon asked.

"No." Sam refused to accept that. "I'm not a clone." It would have to be her as she was the one who left the Republic. She stepped back from Damon and walked over to the couch and sat down. This was getting too bizarre.

(To be continued...)

Commander Samantha York
Executive Officer
USS Jefferson

Commander Damon Raine
Executive Officer
USS Calypso

Captain Samahta York
Commanding Officer
USS Calypso

Captain Curzon Bennett
Commanding Officer
USS Jefferson

 

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