Star Trek The Next Generation: The Gift 2.0 Remastered Edition

[Admiral_Young]

Chapter One: Arrival 2265

Author's Note: This is my second attempt with this. The original has been completed and posted elsewhere, but I decided to go ahead and do a re-write exploring a couple of different plot points. I know Self Inserts are few and far between in TrekBBS Fan Fiction---in fact I don't think I have seen any prior to me posting my previous attempt, so hopefully you all enjoy this who read it.

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Shortly After Stardate 42761.3 (Q Who)

"They found him in a Jefferies Tube near Main Engineering."

Is that..Worf?

"He was just laying there unconscious in these clothes."

Ohhhhh my head. What happened? W-where am I? I hear familiar humming as well as another voice says.

"I've never seen clothes like this before except in historical documentaries, and I am getting no identification in the Federation database." is that...Selar

"That's unusual. Pulaski to Picard."

"Picard here. Go ahead Doctor."

"Sir, I think you should come down to sickbay, we have an unusual patient you might want to talk to." Pulaski? Picard? What? WHAT? WHAT?!!!

"Understood Doctor. I'm on my way."

"Doctor, he's coming around now." I am indeed as I lay on the bio bed and look up to see Doctor Selar and Doctor Pulaski.

"Ohhhhh...Pulaski." I manage to mutter. My head hurts

"You've sustained a blow to the head, we've taken care of it but you may be disorientated for a few more minutes."

I'm in Star Trek The Next Generation??? Season Two??? On the Enterprise. I here a familiar whooshing sound as the doors to sickbay open and I see Captain Picard walk in with Worf and two other security guards. I look at them awestruck. I must look very humorous to them...except for Worf. Worf has a scowl on his face that would make any Klingon proud.

"This is the intruder we discovered in the Jefferies Tube near Main Engineering." Worf reports to the Captain. Thanks Worf. I hear more humming as I'm continued to be scanned with a medical tricorder. I am fully awake now

"Easy there, you're okay. You're on--"

"The Enterprise." I say bewildered. Picard approaches me and introduces himself---I cut him off though before he begins.

"Captain Jean-Luc Picard, commanding officer of the USS Enterprise NCC 1701-D. It is truly an honor sir, I apologize for cutting you off, I'm a little overexcited."

It's fucking Sir Patrick Stewart!!! Gurney!!!!! What is going on here?

"I'm afraid you have me at a disadvantage sir...you appear to know who I am, but..." I stick out my hand

"Adam Christopher Young ,sir." Picard takes the hand and shakes it. It's a firm grip. Professional as fuck. As expected. I can't believe what is going on here.

"I know you have questions, and believe me I'd love to provide you with answers, but I don't have any. I am fully prepared to subject myself to any tests you wish to be run on me. I know where I'm supposed to be, and the Enterprise isn't it." Picard takes this in and tugs his uniform. He did the thing! He did the thing!! Holy fuck. My head hurts. Selar injects me with a hypo and talks to me like I'm a dog or something so that I understand. I know what it does Doc...oh. Ohhhhh.

"I can breathe. I can breathe!" I explain starting to cry.

"Yes..." begins Pulaski. "We've scanned several ailments in your system. The hypo contains a cure to put it so you can understand, for your chronic sinusitis, amongst other chronic conditions Quite frankly, I'm shocked at your pain threshold. I've never seen a body as wracked with pain from extremities as yours. All of this---including the club feet, are gone in our time."

"I'm a medical marvel Doc...and not in a good way. Every new Doctor I encounter says that to me."

"Doctor...where I'm from...there was a pandemic...I should be---"

"We've detected no such pathogens in your system, Mr. Young. Aside from your various medical problems you are heathy." Pulaski replies and I sigh. Bringing in Covid or something here would've been interesting, however I suspect they would have been able to contain and deal with it quickly

"Who exactly are you and where do you come from?" Picard asks. I sigh.

"I'm gonna have to be honest here...that answer...you may not accept sir."

"Let me be the judge of that."

Oh dear. What do I tell them? This is Jean-Luc Picard. Anij was right, the man exudes Trust.

"I am from an alternate reality, one in which all of you are characters in a television series."

I say bluntly and realize how absolute cringe that must sound. I watch as they react to it.

"Assuming we can corroborate your claim, we will have to discuss what to do with you." Picard replies calmly

"I understand sir, but if I might make a suggestion?" Picard nods. He's always willing to hear suggestions from others, even strangers. It is an endearing leadership quality of his.

"Because of where I'm from, I have certain knowledge of events, and people. I can help. l am fully aware of all the prime directives, even some Starfleet regulations, so I won't fully interfere with your development, but I can help prevent things that maybe aren't supposed to happen."

Picard's turn to exhale now. "I shall discuss this with my senior staff, and with Starfleet Command, and have a decision for you shortly. Until then you're to be confined to guest quarters and Counsellor Deanna Troi will be visiting you at her convenience."

I nod. Deanna!!! Marina!!! "Understood sir." Picard allows a brief smile.

"Welcome to the 24th Century Mr. Young."

"Thank you sir." I reply shaking his hand.

 

[Admiral_Young]

Chapter Two: This is Really Happening...

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I am escorted to guest quarters by one of Worf's security members. The Enterprise is still undergoing repairs from the Borg attack, a lot of nerves are still on edge, rightfully so...as they are mourning the 18 lost crew or whatever the number was. The quarters are massive, maybe three times the size of my current room at my place back home, and luxurious as fuck. I do have to smirk inwardly though at the outdated late 80's early 90's set decor design, but it adds to the charm of the room. I thank the Ensign, forgot her name already, and look around the room a little bit. My head is still wheeling with why and the how I am in TNG in the first place? This should be impossible...and yet I'm fully awake, at least I think so, I have no plausible explanation for whatever this is....I don't think I'll ever get one. I have a thought.

"Q!!!!!!!!" I roar...but there's no answer. I don't expect one since he was just here and made his point.

"QQQQQQQQQQ!!!!!" I scream even louder but no answer and I give up. I go over to the couch and sit down. I'm in Star Trek The Next Generation. I guess there's only one thing or maybe TWO things I can do until Deanna gets here. I get up and head over to the replicator and crack my knuckles in anticipated glee. I've always wanted to use one of these, as most fans probably do.

"Computer....beef brisket ends, light Carolina BBQ sauce on toasted Texas Toast Bread." It makes it's beep, and does it's whirring sound effect and then just like magic....there it is.

"Computer, a tall cold glass of cola. Coke if you've got it in your banks, one small ice cube, partially chilled." It repeats the process and gives me a glass of coke. I take both and head back to the couch.

"Computer...please begin historical record read out of Earth starting from Earth Year 1992 through to current Stardate." It acknowledges it and I hear Majel read.

About a hour goes by, and I've had myself a nice five course meal---or just five meals---by the time I hear my door chime.

"Come." I say smiling like a nerd.

And she does enter, in all her glory. Lt-Commander Deanna Troi, Ship's Counsellor. Marina Sirtis--and I freeze in position, totally awestruck even at my age. How could I not? It's fucking Marina Sirtis. Deanna Troi---and then I remember...oh shit! Empathic, partially telepathic. She smiles and chuckles at this and I see her blushing a bit despite herself.

"You must be Adam." she says and my heart melts at the sound of my own name from her mouth.

"Uh--yes I am. Counsellor, it's an honor and I apologize for my thoughts." She smiles at that.

"It's okay Adam, this is a pretty unusual circumstance and they were mostly harmless...I'm flattered actually." Oh? I stumble over.

"Would you like to sit down?" I gesture to the couch. Keep it together you dolt!!

"I take it that a decision has been made about me?" She sits down and I prepare myself for whatever answer she gives.

"Yes. We discussed what you revealed to us...as well as the pitch you made us regarding giving your help, and we decided that you should remain on board with us---Commander Riker even suggested making you a special consultant. However the final decision is Starfleet's and the Captain is waiting to hear back from Admiral Shanthi, who is currently reading our report on you. It will be up to her what your fate is." I exhale

"You're nervous." she says obviously

"Yeah. I'd rather remain on the Enterprise, it's the most familiar place that I know in this reality, but I'm willing to do whatever Starfleet decides as well. Not that I have much choice."

"How are you feeling? This all must be very overwhelming for you." Ever the psychologist.

"I honestly don't know how I'm feeling right now. I'm mostly just confused. All of this should be impossible."

"I agree. But don't worry, we'll figure it out, and you'll be okay. " she says

"Thanks, Counsellor. I'm sorry, I didn't offer you anything when you came in, are you thirsty? Hungry?" She chuckles at the state of my table.


"No, but thank you. It seems you've taken advantage of our advanced technology though...and were having a history lesson?" My turn to flash that famous Young grin.

"Yes. I just had started the Archer years of Starfleet...and I might've gone a little overboard on the food...I have a question for you though Counsellor."

"Yes?"

"All of you seem so calm about my reveal...that you are in reality, fictional characters."

"Adam, we're Starfleet Officers. We've trained extensively for situations exactly like yours---seeking out new life, new civilizations, to boldly go where no one has gone before. If we reacted at all contrary to our training and conditioning--THAT would be a deterrent to the training. "

"I guess so."

"I'm sure there will be others who will have issues with this...but then that is where my staff and I come in isn't it?" she says with a smile and I nod.

"Picard to Troi."

"Troi here sir."

"Could you along with Mr. Young report to my ready room. Admiral Shanthi has come to a decision."

"Aye sir, we're on our way." Here we go.