Doing a fashion shoot with Captain Sulu while down one level of escalators, Bea Arthur was driving away a wraith-hydra thingy by the power of her disdain alone.
Regardless of which version you have, in Killing Time, the Romulans send some assassin-droids back in time to Earth to prevent the formation of the Federation. This doesn't work out like they'd thought, but anyway, leading up to the timeline being totally rewritten, everyone on the Enterprise is having disturbing dreams about the people they will be turned into, and how it's all subtly or not-so-subtly wrong, but in the dreams they can't tell anyone.
And then the timeline actually changes, and everyone in the universe has dreams and waking hallucinations about what they were like originally and it drives them mad. MAD I SAY! And people keep trying to destroy the Enterprise. People like the Vulcan admiral who sends them their orders, for example.
Before the switch, when Kirk brings the dream situation to McCoy's attention (McCoy's dreams aren't distrubing because either way he's the Chief Surgeon aboard the same ship, no matter what she's called), and that not only himself and other people he's talked to but also Spock (who doesn't normally dream) are all having the same dreams, McCoy sets to doing some tests and says that if it's more than 25% of the crew, they'll have to inform Starfleet Command.
Kirk nodded. "Any speculations, Bones?"
"I'm a doctor," McCoy pointed out as one of the clipboards slipped from his arm and clattered to the floor, "not a dream merchant." He plopped the remaining portable computers onto the desk, thumbing the intercom to the outer offices. "Nurse Chapel, I want six lab techs in here before the echo dies!"
Kirk grinned at his friend's obvious enthusiasm. "Looks like you're going to be a dream merchant this week," he pointed out, and quickly found an excuse to leave, recognizing the doctor's need for professional privacy and space.
But as he walked down the corridor toward his quarters, he couldn't help looking over his shoulder just once. Something felt wrong...and he hoped it wasn't already to late.
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And then the timeline actually changes, and everyone in the universe has dreams and waking hallucinations about what they were like originally and it drives them mad. MAD I SAY! And people keep trying to destroy the Enterprise. People like the Vulcan admiral who sends them their orders, for example.
Before the switch, when Kirk brings the dream situation to McCoy's attention (McCoy's dreams aren't distrubing because either way he's the Chief Surgeon aboard the same ship, no matter what she's called), and that not only himself and other people he's talked to but also Spock (who doesn't normally dream) are all having the same dreams, McCoy sets to doing some tests and says that if it's more than 25% of the crew, they'll have to inform Starfleet Command.
Kirk nodded. "Any speculations, Bones?"
"I'm a doctor," McCoy pointed out as one of the clipboards slipped from his arm and clattered to the floor, "not a dream merchant." He plopped the remaining portable computers onto the desk, thumbing the intercom to the outer offices. "Nurse Chapel, I want six lab techs in here before the echo dies!"
Kirk grinned at his friend's obvious enthusiasm. "Looks like you're going to be a dream merchant this week," he pointed out, and quickly found an excuse to leave, recognizing the doctor's need for professional privacy and space.
But as he walked down the corridor toward his quarters, he couldn't help looking over his shoulder just once. Something felt wrong...and he hoped it wasn't already to late.
And everything changed that night.