Star Trek The Next Generation The Gift: A Star Trek SI

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Hallo All. This is the first Self-Insert story that I ever wrote for pubic consumption. Four years of plotting, planning, refining, and a whole lot of help from various folks. I hope you like it. This is the first story in a larger universe of SI's.

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"Star Trek: The Next Generation: The Gift"


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 docs. Nothing is registering on any Federation database where ID is concerned."

"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 humourous 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-Delta. It is truly an honor sir, I apologize for cutting you off. "

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. 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."

"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."

"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, 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.