Definition of friendship

One day, Trelane goes venturing out traveling from reality to reality. Until he sees one he does not like. Christopher Wallis, a private investigatior,had just lost his grandfather and was burning his Star Trek books. Every. single. one. He hated them. Why? His grandfather was ever-so-engrossed in those books. Trelane wanted friendship. Wallis wanted family. started: 11.10.2015.


5. To be familiar

. . . Recreation room. . .

 . . . 2266. . Enterprise . . . One day later . . Deck 3. . .

I learned I recently was recently assigned last week to the Enterprise. The crew of the Enterprise were rather friendly. It took me a day to find my way around reading the map. I landed in the recreation room, or more like, walked into the room really. Off-duty hours. There were two square holes in the wall that had yellow glass outlined by a light gray film of metal that had a handle to the side. There were several tables in the room. Spock was in a chair strumming what appeared to be a guitar or . . . a banjo? Spock was pretty good at it.

I spotted a woman in a red uniform at a table, alone.

I am not much of a man who has a thing out for women such as take them out or flirt.

But I did need a friend.

I came to the table then sat down into a chair.

"Hello," I said. "My name is Christopher  Wallis."

In fact, that is the name I still have in this world.

She had blonde hair that was up in a big bun, her lips were rosy red, and she had what seemed to be a item strapped along her shoulder that appeared to be a machine. A shoulder strap purse. How savvy. Across from my left elbrow was a old computer screen latched onto the table. There were three levels of the chess board (which was latched on a red plate) that had six glass plates covered in red and black circular chess pieces. It was different from the one level form of chess I was familiar to.

My friend Charlie Evans was the pro at chess.


I am terrible at it.

"You are the new guy, my name is Robin Nursethenitics." Robin said.

"Really?" I asked.

"No, it is Robin Nurseia." Robin said, sarcastically.

I raised a eyebrow catching that trace of sarcasm.

"Sarcasm is your strong suit, I see." I said.

"You got me." Robin said, leaning back in the chair.

"What's your occupation?" I asked.

"Yeoman," Robin said. Her right eyebrow twitched. "Yours?"

I slid forward the red circular item on the second level.

"Security," I said. "Used to be a  PI."

"Pi. . " Robin said. "It has been centuries since they were used."

"Well. . "  I said, caught apparently. "I pretended to be one in a movie, you see."

'Which one?" Robin asked.

"One that is so terrible it is not allowed to be seen," I said. "Silly plot." I leaned back folding my arms. "And you were lying about being a yeomen." I cocked up a brow.  "What are you really?"

"Marine Biologist," Robin said. I lowered my eyebrow. "I believe there is a civilization in the universe that lives under the water in a place similar to Atlantis."

I eyed at Robin.

"Wow," I said. "'That is interesting. You are really devoted to what is under the water."

"There is even underwater forensics." Robin said.

Yep, that is true in my reality.

I nodded.

"Twice the interest,"  I said. "What is it like searching under water?"

"Fascinating, really," Robin said. "Searching under the murk and the discarded trash . . ." I actually discovered then I was quite interested in hearing stories that involved hands on experience and digging through the murk. I shared some of my own experiences discovering old items by accident using my feet. "What about you? What made you so interested in security?"

I had a short laugh unfolding my arms.

"Protecting people," I said. "Some people recommended to me that I put my skills to use."

I had looked up files regarding my past.

In a mirror, I can see myself: dirty blonde hair, sharp chin, small nose, small birthmark in the shape of a triangle on the left cheek, brown eyes, and thin eyebrows. I had this square jaw since I was a child but that sharp chin didn't go anywhere. To everyone I looked like me. Which was a real relief, really, it turned out that whatever I said about my past (which was a lie) turned out to have happened.

Someone was ever so curiously making every lie I was making turn out to be true.

"Really?" Robin asked.

"I was in Boy Scouts," I said. This is a true story. "The Boy Scout leader lost one of his prized possessions when we were leaving the campsite so I offered to go with him. He at first declined but I said, 'if someone attacks you, don't you need someone to catch the attacker off guard'? I made my point, apparently, as I followed him into the dark forest were there were owls, insects, rats, and you get the idea. I had my flash light out following the young man. I heard the crack of  leaves from behind me. There was the sound of a bird flying overhead that startled me so that I tossed the flashlight."

Robin laughed. 

"Where did it land?" Robin asked.

"I hit the owl," I said. "And the owl attacked me." I shook my head. "I ran after the man's direction after picking up my flashlight."

"Not many people can hit a owl." Robin said.

"I take pride in that." I lied.

"What happened at the end?" Robin asked.

I smiled.

"I kicked big foot's ass," I said.

Robin looked at me skeptically. 

"Big foot doesn't exist." Robin said.

"Well, I don't know who's hairy foot I stepped on and was covered in fur standing seven feet tall," I said. "Perhaps it was a bear. That woulda' mean I have been calling a bear 'big foot' for the past twenty-five years."

Robin laughed.

"That is a funny story." Robin said.

"I wonder what the Boy Scout leader saw," I said. "Maybe it was his butt I kicked."

Robin laughed, again.

"He failed to scare you." Robin said.

I grinned.

"I am the one nobody can scare," I said. "In fact they get instant karma."

Then we had a discussion about karma and numerous other subjects.

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