"Visionaries"

[Trichon 0]

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Trichon laid on the floor of main engineering grasping his head trying to work through the images he saw in his head. Merri was close to passing out from the disorientation. Trichon's mind was linked with hers, and what happened to him affected her on a level she couldn't completely shut out. Turning from her console, she crawled over to him, weaving crookedly from side to side until she could sit cross-legged beside him, holding her own head and trying to put a barrier between them.

 

He looked up and tried to focus on Merris face, "I have to find out what this means..." he gritted his teeth against the pain, "I know these are the answers we have been looking for."

 

It took all her strength and a good burst of self-sacrifice, but Merri reached out and grasped Trichon's hand. "Use my strength," she rasped, and opened herself to him, giving him complete control over her mind and body.

 

Trichon let go of all concious thoughts and let the visions flow into him. He was assailed with visions of the arc exploding and the world then split into 3 parts. There was a vision of Risa in ruins as pieces of the Arcadia rained down on the planet, it was a reality where Trichon himself had almost perished.

 

Merri could only let the visions crash through her, clinging to Trichon's hand and leaning sideways until she was almost lying on the floor herself. The questions that popped into her mind would have to wait for later, the stimuli coming from her bondmate were too strong to push against right now.

 

Suddenly he was assaulted with visions of the universe ravaged with the same virus he had seen aboard the station. Millions of people dried up from the inside. It was a world where thousands of Starfleet vessels drifted dead in space all victioms of the same virus. Among the ships he had a vision of the Arc now a ghost ship in this reality.

 

It's not real! Merri's mind screamed silently. It's not real! It's all a dream!

 

The visions were all coming into focus to Trichon now, there was now a third reality... "there reality". All three of the visions now all appeared to him at once. "What is it?" Merri whispered as the swirling visions began to coalesce into something Trichon was vaguely making sense of. "What's happening, dearest?" Trichons eyes snapped open and the visions ceased as quickly as they had come. "I know whats wrong now."

 

"What is it?" Merri repeated, sitting up with a kink in her back.

 

His head whipped around to look at her, "We dont belong here. When we changed things we wound up in the wrong timeline."

 

"Something changed," Merri agreed, "but what? And more importantly, how can it be fixed?"

 

"I dont know," he said as he shook his head, "But one things for sure. The longer we stay here the harder it is going to be getting back."

 

Still a little dizzy, Merri got up and staggered to the nearest replicator to get them both something to drink. She decided on orange juice. "Just tell me what I can do to help," she said, handing Trichon his, "and I will do it."

 

He stood up slowly, "I have to go see the captain. He has to know whats going on."

 

"Drink your juice first," Merri admonished, and suited action to words.

 

"You do realize how much danger were in right?" he said as he drank the glass that was handed to him.

 

"No more than we were ten minutes ago," said Merri, putting her glass in the recycling slot. "I'll get back to work, and you go talk to the Captain. We'll get out of this mess. I hope," she added softly.

 

He walked over to his fiancee and held her in his arms for a moment, "Dont worry, I am going to try and fix this."

 

"And I have faith in you," she said, giving him a soft kiss on the cheek. "All right, hero, back to work for me. I'll have these chips replaced in no time." Trichon walked towards the nearest turbolift and watched the smile on Merri's face as the door shut. Hopefully the captain would be able to help fix this problem.