Time is unraveling.

Star Trek

Shake Your Body

A Star Trek Fan Fiction By
J. R. Gershen-Siegel

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Chapter 1

Come on, shake your body baby, do the conga
I know you can't control yourself any longer
Come on, shake your body baby, do the conga
I know you can't control yourself any longer

– Gloria Estefan and Miami Sound Machine (Conga)


In May of 2192, in a cheery little blue-painted house on Lafa II, an old woman lay down to rest. This, in and of itself, was hardly remarkable, and scarcely the stuff of interest.

Yet there was something different, for old women have lain down to rest for millions of years, and they will lay down for untold millions more. But on this particular day, and in this particular place, the woman closing her eyes was named Charlotte Lilienne O'Day Beckett Reed.

Unlike most of the humans of her time, she knew the Calafan people, and had experienced their style of dreaming for nearly thirty-five years. The Calafans had tattooed her arms and legs with a kind of mock calloo, or extremity markings. Natural calloo and, it turned out, her tattoos, was spiked with a kind of dream amplifying alloy. The psionically gifted Calafan people had evolved with calloo, and had had deeper, richer and more meaningful dreams than any other species in the Milky Way galaxy.

There is a septum between universes, this and the next, and so on. Each vibrates at its own radiation band frequency. The ancients called it the music of the spheres and they were not so far off.

The universe that we call home vibrates at twenty-one centimeters. On one side – across a stream, as it were – there is a twenty-two centimeter universe, but the dinosaurs on Earth never died out there. And so life is different and there are no humans. Mammals have never gotten larger than rabbits, and they remain as frightened as coneys. Small wonder if you are, often, the star ingredient in someone's stewpot.

On the other side, across a metaphorical pond, there is a twenty centimeter radiation band universe. That one is far closer to ours. History there was identical to ours until, on that side, a man named Marcus Titinius was born about five hundred years before Christ. There was nothing outwardly strange about Marcus, save that he was more aggressive than his peers. But he was also more clever and resourceful, and he did everything to assure that his many children – who inexplicably were nearly all boys – survived to adulthood.

The driver of Marcus's behavior was not environment. It was heredity. He was the first person in the twenty centimeter radiation band universe to exhibit a Y Chromosome Skew.

The skew saturated his blood with testosterone – far more than men in our universe can take. The skew also made him more virile. He was a better lover, better endowed and more productive. His seed lived longer and worked harder to hit their targets. And he was a caring father, and an excellent provider. He had a wife, yes, and mistresses and numerous slave girls also enjoyed his attentions. He sired more children than he knew about, and supported the ones he knew. About three-quarters of his offspring were male, yet even his daughters inherited his tendencies. He was endlessly insatiable.

And so the skew cleft the twenty and twenty-one centimeter universes in twain. They remained close, but not quite identical, as the skew spread, by the creation of more babies, the addition of more lovers and the rejection of other males as being unworthy. Once you went skew, you never wanted to go back. The universes were close, but definitely different. It was Alice Liddell leaping into a funhouse.

The mirror was distorted.

The septum between the twenty and twenty-one centimeter universes was on Lafa II, in an area that was a hill – it would have been charitable to call it a mountain – called Point Abic. The Calafans – the people of Lafa – knew about the septum, as they had been crossing it for generations, and long before Marcus and his skew existed on the other side of things and began to drive non-skewed Y chromosomes into a recessive status.

The Calafans had used their dream states to cross between the two universes. They did it so often and on such a regular basis that relationships formed. When relationships between the King in each universe developed with the Queen in the counterpart universe, the governments of both Lafa systems realized that things had gotten out of hand.

And so they erected a barrier between the two universes, but brought the barrier down when Lili – that is, Charlotte Lilienne O'Day at the time – fell in love with a man she'd met through her dreams. He was from the twenty centimeter universe – Douglas Jay Hayes.

He was brought to our universe, changed his surname to Beckett, and they married.

Their marriage had been a loving, happy one, but it had also been an open one, and so a total of six children had been born, but their parentages differed.

Two – Marie Patrice and Jeremiah, known to all as Joss – were from Doug and Lili together. Another three – Tommy, Neil and Kevin, who had died young, were Doug's with a woman named Melissa Madden. And one was Lili's with her second husband, a man named Malcolm Reed – their son was Declan.

Having dream amplifying material – in the form of mock calloo tattoos such as Lili sported, or in the form of Doug's wedding ring, or a bracelet owned by Melissa, or a cuff worn by Malcolm – made it possible to make Calafan-style dream contact. For them, the contacts were a way to have a second relationship, and sustain it.

Lili and Doug had a loving daylight marriage. Melissa and her partner, Leonora Digiorno – for Melissa was bi – had their daylight life together. And Malcolm had days filled with a busy life in Starfleet, first as a Lieutenant Commander, then as a Commander and, finally, as the Captain of his own starship, the DC-1505, the USS Bluebird.

But at night, things diverged. Melissa fell into dreams with Doug, and Lili fell into dreams with Malcolm, long before they ever wed. As for Leonora, she enjoyed her regular human dreams and had no desire to trade them for Calafan ones. She didn't want a spare lover, either.

These dreams were often steamy, even as the parties aged. These were, after all, love matches. As for the children, they were conceived in the usual way, with both parties awake, eager and more than willing.

But in 2192, Doug was gone, dead for a good decade. At their children's urging, Lili had agreed to marry Malcolm, less than a year after Doug's death. A part of her decision – unknown to all – was that she had also been convinced by a Calafan-style dream about Doug.

He had – was it really him? – given her closure. And, somehow, he had assured that she would forget all about that dream. She had, and instead, on that morning, had awoken with renewed love for Malcolm.

They had married on May twenty-fifth of 2182. It was now May twentieth of 2192, almost a decade later. And Lili was laying down, not so much to rest, but to have a Calafan-style dream. But this time she would be dreaming alone, without Malcolm, for the first time since they had wed. This was in an effort to make contact again with the mirror.


"Are you tired, Lili-Flower?" Malcolm asked, calling her by an old pet name.

"I'm all right. I usually want to lie down in the afternoons anyway," she replied, smiling at him.

"I saw you brought in groceries," Melissa said. She and Leonora were visiting. "Did all the perishables get put away?"

"Yes," Lili said, "there are also tofflin plants. Maybe you could plant them while I'm under," she said to Malcolm.

"I shan't leave your side," he said.

"We can do it," volunteered Leonora.

"Oh, would you? That would be wonderful," Lili said, "maybe near the day lilies. The last time Rick was here, he did something to the day lilies, and now they grow big and strong every year."

"And then we'll harvest the tofflin roots and make tea," Malcolm said, smiling at her and kissing her.

"Can't wait," Lili said, "but first, a rest and some contact. I'll ask High Priestess Yimar about that time ship we saw."

"Good," he replied, "be with who you desire."


Rick was Rick Daniels, and he was a time traveler, but it wasn't his time ship that they had seen. Instead, they had seen a stolen time ship.

Rick was born on February third of 3069, a good 930 years after even Leonora's birth. He could and did travel to Lili's time period but he had had restrictions placed upon him and he could not travel to the mirror during much of her lifetime and beyond. This was due to him fathering a child – and the child's mother was a mirror woman, the notorious legendary Empress Hoshi Sato.

He was not allowed to see his son, Jun, who had been sterilized so as to not compound the temporal issues that such a birth rather obviously created. In addition, it was a requirement of the mirror government that both Hoshi and Jun believe Rick to be dead.

A cover story was created, that he had perished in a 2157 shuttle crash on Daranaea, a planet of fox-faced aliens.

Rick worked for an agency known as the Temporal Integrity Commission. Its original purpose had been to shepherd temporal archaeologists and anthropologists, in order to allow them to observe history as it unfolded.

Rick had been to AD 79 Pompeii for the eruption of Vesuvius, he'd been to the French and Indian War, and he'd even been to 2063 Bozeman, Montana in order to witness Zefram Cochrane's inaugural flight of the Phoenix, the first Warp One vessel, which also led to the First Contact with any other species, the Vulcans.

Those had been heady times. But then, he had had to witness too many senseless deaths, and was not permitted to prevent any of them or change any outcomes whatsoever. This tore at him, and jaded him, and eventually he began to seek comfort in the arms of the women he met in his temporal travels.

He first bedded a Quaker widow during the time of William Penn, but quickly graduated to a hippie chick during the Kent State Massacre, a 1929 flapper just before the Stock Market crash, an engineer on the Enterprise-E, a 1417 actress, 2763's Future Guy's assistant/girlfriend and many others, including the Empress, but she was the only one who had turned up pregnant.

That phase of his life finally ended when, on a trip to 1968 Prague, he had met Holocaust survivor Milena Chelenska. He had thought he was incapable of loving another person, and it had certainly seemed that way. But no – he had just needed to find the right person.

And she had died in 1969, nearly exactly 1100 years prior to his birth. He was irritable and tired of things. But he was a good soldier, and did what he was told.

The same could not be said of some of his colleagues. Their job was, ostensibly, to assure that the timeline stayed the way it was supposed to, that it retained its integrity.

Yet there was a counter movement afoot, to allegedly improve time. They called themselves the Perfectionists and they had infiltrated the Temporal Integrity Commission. There were moles in the Human Unit, but there were others. The Commission had a unit for each Federation member species, so that covered virtually every Milky Way species with Warp capabilities except for the Borg.

Rick's job had evolved to taking a time ship – his was the HG Wells – to the past and putting back what had been "perfected". Good or bad, the changes that the Perfectionists made could not stand.


Come on, shake your body baby, do the conga
I know you can't control yourself any longer
Feel the rhythm of the music getting stronger
Don't you fight it 'til you tried it, do that conga beat

– Gloria Estefan and Miami Sound Machine (Conga)