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coprime_recs) wrote2004-09-01 05:42 pm
coprime_recs) wrote2004-09-01 05:42 pm
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Xover (Star Trek TNG/X-Men): Where No Mutant Has Gone Before by Alara Rogers
Where No Mutant Has Gone Before (Xavier, Enterprise crew | PG | 5,174 words) has Xavier waking up in Picard's body. The story's neat because it brings up the logical possibilities of what might have cause Picard to suddenly claim he's someone else. And I wish that Picard's side of the story had been written.
Excerpt:
"I don't have an artificial heart," Charles said. "And... normally, I'm a paraplegic."
Crusher shook her head. "There's nothing wrong with your spine."
"I understand that. Is it possible my psyche has somehow become... dislodged--" (through time? How could that be?) --"and entered Captain Picard's body?" He frowned. "Except that your captain does, in fact, look exactly like me. If he's merely someone whose body I've somehow occupied by accident, that would make no sense. There must be some connection between us." Could Picard be his descendant? How could that be? David was dead, and Charles had no other children. At the age of 68, he strongly doubted he ever would, either. Nor did he feel any great loss; while David's death was still painful even all these years later, Charles hardly needed biological children when he had so many children of the heart surrounding him at his school.
Was Picard at his school? Who was Picard? These people seemed to genuinely care for him and consider him a good man, but Charles' ethical constraints had prevented him from probing more deeply than that.
"I'm... considering the possibility that something like that might have happened," Crusher said.
She was being extremely delicate, dancing around something she didn't want to say in front of him. "I don't mean to pry. But I don't need to be a mind reader to tell that there's something you don't want to tell me."
Crusher sighed. "Is it possible that you only think you're Charles Xavier?"
Excerpt:
"I don't have an artificial heart," Charles said. "And... normally, I'm a paraplegic."
Crusher shook her head. "There's nothing wrong with your spine."
"I understand that. Is it possible my psyche has somehow become... dislodged--" (through time? How could that be?) --"and entered Captain Picard's body?" He frowned. "Except that your captain does, in fact, look exactly like me. If he's merely someone whose body I've somehow occupied by accident, that would make no sense. There must be some connection between us." Could Picard be his descendant? How could that be? David was dead, and Charles had no other children. At the age of 68, he strongly doubted he ever would, either. Nor did he feel any great loss; while David's death was still painful even all these years later, Charles hardly needed biological children when he had so many children of the heart surrounding him at his school.
Was Picard at his school? Who was Picard? These people seemed to genuinely care for him and consider him a good man, but Charles' ethical constraints had prevented him from probing more deeply than that.
"I'm... considering the possibility that something like that might have happened," Crusher said.
She was being extremely delicate, dancing around something she didn't want to say in front of him. "I don't mean to pry. But I don't need to be a mind reader to tell that there's something you don't want to tell me."
Crusher sighed. "Is it possible that you only think you're Charles Xavier?"