An airlock sealed the bay from the rest of the ship. Its outer door slid open, and he drifted inside. Anxious faces stared at him through a small rectangular window in the sealed door at the opposite end of the airlock. The faces belonged to a handsome red-haired woman and an older man with a beard and a grave expression. He searched his memory for their names.
Fontana. OHerlihy.
He would have to be careful what he said to them, Kirk realized, to avoid causing unwanted changes to history and the future. As he knew better than most, even a minor alteration to the past could send potentially catastrophic ripples down the timeline. He had learned that lesson the hard way. A lovely face surfaced from his memory, along with an aching sense of loss.
Edith
He shoved the painful memory back. The door behind him closed. Moments later, a green indicator light indicated that the airlock had been fully pressurized. The door before him whoosh ed open.
Shaun! Thank God!
The woman, who had to be astronaut Alice Fontana, launched herself into the airlock. She hugged him tightly as they collided in midair, her momentum carrying them backward to the rear of the airlock. He could feel her enthusiastic embrace even through his spacesuit. Her own figure was clothed in a much more flattering blue jumpsuit.
Er, I think there might be a misunderstanding here, Kirk said, gently extricating himself from her arms. She had evidently mistaken him for Colonel Shaun Christopher, the leader of the expedition. He had no idea what had become of Christopher, but he suspected that the other two astronauts were in for a surprise. Unscrewing his helmet, he braced himself for their startled reactions. I know this must be a shock, but
To his surprise, they didnt look startled at all. The other man Marcus OHerlihy approached him. The only error, Shaun, was letting you get up close and personal with that probe in the first place. We should have taken more precautions.
Kirk was confused. Why were they still addressing him as Shaun?
An alarming possibility occurred to him. He peeked at his helmets reflective visor.
The face of a stranger stared back at him.
The face of Shaun Geoffrey Christopher?
The astounding truth hit him with the force of a photon torpedo. Never mind his own time or ship. He wasnt even in his own body anymore!
This is Janice Lester all over again, he thought, remembering the last time hed found his mind inhabiting a body other than his own. He froze in shock. The helmet slipped from his numb fingers. It drifted away.
Fontana noted his stunned reaction. She gently took hold of his arm. Shaun? What is it? Whats wrong?
Think fast, Kirk thought. I cant let them know who I really am.
History held no record of Colonel Shaun Christopher being possessed by the displaced consciousness of a starship captain from the twenty-third century. Kirk was pretty sure he would have remembered that part.
Its nothing, he murmured. Im just a little shook up, I guess.
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Small wonder, OHerlihy said. After what youve been through. I think our first order of business is a thorough physical exam, once we get you out of that suit. He held up his hand to forestall any protests. No arguments, Shaun. You just got zapped by a presumably extraterrestrial probe. A physical is the very least thats called for. Be thankful I dont want to dissect you.
All right, Doctor, Kirk said. Just give me a moment to catch my breath.
How long was he going to have to impersonate Shaun, he wondered, and how exactly did he expect to pull that off? Was there any way to get back to his own time and body?
Are you sure youre all right? Fontana asked. You seem different.
Only a little fuzzy-headed, like I said. Kirk tried to figure out what the real Shaun Christopher would say next. Probably the same thing I would.
What about the probe? Do we still have it on sensors?
Sensors? OHerlihy sounded puzzled by the term. You mean LIDAR? We lost track of the probe right after you got zapped. We should try locating it again, after we get you checked out, but the way it was moving, I suspect its long gone, possibly back to wherever it came from.
Good riddance, Fontana said forcefully. She began to help Kirk out of his spacesuit. I know, I know. Thats not a very scientific attitude, but I dont like surprises, especially when they almost get one of us killed.
Youve got a point there. A new voice intruded on the discussion. Who knew I was going to be the second -biggest wrinkle in your mission plans?
The unexpected voice caught Kirk by surprise.
Who?
A petite, dark-haired woman stuck her head into the airlock. She was oriented at a one-hundred-eighty-degree angle to Kirk, so that she appeared to be hanging upside-down in the doorway. Unlike the other two astronauts, she was dressed like a civilian, wearing simply a T-shirt and shorts. A folded blue jumpsuit rested in her grip. She grinned at Kirk.
Glad to have you back, Skipper. For a few moments there, I was afraid I was going to have to fill in for you on the rest of this cruise.
Fontana frowned. Dont even joke about that.
Who the devil? Kirk tried not to stare at the newcomer. He had read up on this groundbreaking mission before, most recently after a certain time-warped encounter with a Captain John Christopher a few years back, and he was certain that there had not been a second woman aboard the Lewis & Clark. History recorded that the first Earth Saturn mission had been conducted by a crew of three: OHerlihy, Fontana, and Christopher.
So, who was this, and what was she doing there?
I always joke, she replied, especially after Im nearly scared to death. You should know that by now. She turned herself right-side up and floated past Fontana to give Kirk a friendly hug. No more of that, okay? I dont need a scoop that bad.
All right, he said carefully. He didnt even know this womans name, let alone what her relationship with Shaun was like. Trust me, I wasnt planning on any of this, either.
At least he didnt have to feign confusion or fatigue. In the last forty-five minutes or so, he had been jolted by an alien probe, nearly lost in space, and found himself stuck in another mans body more than two centuries in the past. He had felt better.
With the others help, he began to change out of the heavy spacesuit into a fresh blue jumpsuit. Dressing in zero g was more challenging than he remembered, and he did so clumsily. Loose sleeves and pant legs floated about like underwater fronds. He thrust his leg into the jumpsuit too hard and accidentally launched his head into the ceiling. His scalp smacked against a bulkhead.
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Ow!
Fontana shook her head. Boy, you really are out of it, arent you? She grabbed his ankle and pulled him back down to the center of the airlock. No uncontrolled takeoffs, remember? She held him steady while he worked his arms into the sleeves. The texture was different from that of his Starfleet uniform, rougher and more loose-fitting, but he supposed it would have to do. She zipped him into the suit. Okay, thats more like it.
Thanks.
While it was mildly embarrassing to need help dressing himself, he appreciated her assistance and her obvious concern for his well-being. He couldnt help noticing that both she and the mystery woman were quite attractive, something Shauns body noticed as well. He thought back again to that time he had switched bodies with Janice Lester.
At least Im the right gender this time.
Lets get you to the infirmary, OHerlihy said. Where I can conduct a proper exam.
Kirk had no idea where that was, so he let the others guide him out of the airlock into the habitat module beyond the cargo bay. Weightless, he didnt need to be supported, but both women took him by the arm regardless. Fontana watched him as if she half expected him to pass out at any minute. The other woman kept up a stream of friendly chatter. Kirk waited in vain for someone to address her by name.
Oh, heres your lucky charm back. Fontana removed a pair of antique dog tags from her neck and placed them around Kirks. I kept them safe for you, as promised.
He didnt peek at the name on the tags. That might have been suspicious.
Thanks.
With space at a premium, the infirmary seemed to serve as gym, mess, and rec area as well. Kirk looked about for a bed or examination table, then realized that there was no need for such furnishings in zero g. A padded mattress, with Velcro straps, was mounted on one wall, at a right angle to a nearby treadmill. There was no sign of a fully equipped biobed.
Not exactly sickbay, he thought.
Over here, please, OHerlihy said. Make yourself comfortable, Shaun.
Kirk sat down on the pad, at a ninety-degree angle to the floor, and strapped a belt across his lap to stay in place, while the doctor retrieved what looked like a primitive medkit from a steel cabinet. The instruments inside the case were also strapped down to keep them from drifting away. Kirk winced at the sight of antique syringes, thermometers, and surgical supplies. He could just imagine what McCoy would have to say about such barbaric medical apparatus. There didnt even seem to be a standard medical scanner or hypospray.
All right, OHerlihy said. If you ladies will leave me alone with my patient.
Roger that, Fontana said. She took the other woman by the arm and guided her out of the infirmary. Kirk got the distinct impression that there was no love lost between them. Ill be in the cockpit. Page me if you need me.
Will do, the doctor said.
To Kirks relief, the exam was both basic and relatively painless. He was a bit taken aback when OHerlihy jabbed a needle in his arm to take a blood sample, but he acted as though such bloodletting was routine. Certainly, it stung less than a Klingon agonizer. He wasnt too worried that the doctor would figure out what had really happened. Mind transference was practically unheard of even in his own time. He couldnt imagine that twenty-first-century medicine was equipped to detect it. Even McCoy had been unable to prove that Janice had taken over my body.
Well, you seem more or less undamaged, OHerlihy pronounced at last. Im still recommending a couple of days rest before you resume your full duties, but mostly just as a precaution. You had a fairly serious shock.
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You have no idea, Kirk thought. Still, he was glad to hear that Shaun Christophers body was apparently in working order. He flexed his arm experimentally. At least his new body seemed to be fit enough, although a bit stiffer and more wrinkled than he would have preferred.
How old was Shaun again?
He wondered what had become of Shauns own consciousness. If weve truly switched bodies, does that mean that Shaun is in my body and my time?
He wished he knew what was happening or, to be more precise, would happen aboard the Enterprise more than two hundred years from now.
What will become of my ship?
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