Dreamland
LOGAN INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT
"... has been delayed by two hours. Again, Flight 777 to Vancouver has been delayed..."
"For what?" a woman said to herself, growing steadily more impatient.
She was sitting in the boarding lounge, where she could see her plane sitting on the tarmac. They weren't refueling. They weren't doing repairs. Frustrated, she got up, walking back towards the food court. She was hungry, having missed breakfast just to make it to a late flight.
As she passed the bathroom, however, a thought struck her. She wasn't hungry anymore. In fact... she felt sick. Ducking into the empty bathroom, she ran for the closest sink. She felt herself heave, as if she was going to throw up. Her stomach felt like it was in so much pain, but she knew she wasn't pregnant or sick. There was just no possible way. She heard the familiar tap-tap of high-heels as another woman came into the bathroom. "Oh my god, are you okay?" the other woman asked as she helped the sick woman out.
As they emerged from the bathroom, she called, "Someone! She's sick! We need a doctor!"
Immediately, a crowd began to form. Paramedics quickly ran to the scene, where they helped her lay down on the hard linoleum. Suddenly, the woman felt her hand begin to tingle. She lifted her arm... which was shimmering. Her fingers were being to fuse together... into a hoof. She couldn't help but scream, as even the paramedics backed off in pure fear.
Some distance away, a bald man wearing a suit and fedora pulled out a very odd-looking cell-phone like device. "I told you," he said, in a monotone voice, into the phone. "It has begun."
HARVARD UNIVERSITY
"MY LITTLE PONY, MY LITTLE PONY, AAH~AAH~AAH~AAAAAAAAH!"
"WALTER!"
Click!
Walter Bishop, mad scientist extraordinaire, bolted up from his slumber, as if he had a nightmare. "What were you thinking?" Astrid Farnsworth, his caretaker and lab assistant, scolded. "I could hear that from the second floor!"
"Oh, I was merely doing an experiment, Aspirin," Walter explained as he leaned back, as if trying to go back to sleep. "I hypothesized about twelve minutes ago that the proper aural stimuli to the brain would be able to affect dreams."
"Walter..." she sighed, but Walter suddenly got up.
"You see, when we dream, our brains are merely filing away information," he began to explain, excitedly. "This is why we remember stuff more clearly after taking a nap!"
He then began to pace around the room, pulling out the record he had recently etched the My Little Pony theme into and putting it next to his gigantic toy collection, which was proudly on display in the lab. "It's also why you can enter a state called 'lucid dreaming'," he continued, "which allows you to control the content of your dreams. I was merely trying to enter that state, but while being exposed to the stimuli instead of exposing myself beforehand, which I believe is a more effective method. And it nearly worked!"
"Well, nice try Walter, but you woke up half of Harvard instead," Astrid scolded again. "I mean, seriously? Ponies? I liked them as a little girl, but an old man like you is obsessed with them?"
A whinny suddenly came out from the cow pen in the lab. Next to Gene, Fringe Division's mascot and Walter's source of milk, was a horse that Walter was experimenting on. Its coat was pink. "I mean, Walter, I know you're crazy," Astrid admitted. "But that's pushing it. Spray painting a horse?"
"Post-specialization genetic manipulation!" Walter exclaimed, now shuffling towards his creation. "I took the genetic code of a rose's pigment cells and inserted them into this pony here, who I've nicknamed Pinkie Pie, effectively turning her coat pink!"
Walter then leaned forward slightly. "And that's not all!" he added.
The look on Astrid's face screamed worry. "What else is there?" she had to ask.
"I intend to implant a reprogrammed human brain into this little pony!" Walter announced. "Allow it to have intelligence on the level of a human!"
Astrid's jaw dropped. "Walter!" she balked. "I thought I was used to your crazy ideas! You're obsessed, aren't you?"
"Those crazy ideas have made me what I am!" Walter retorted. "And it is not an obsession! It is a dream come true!"
"Well, if you want it to be a dream come true, why don't you get back on that couch, put on some headphones, and go right back to dreamland?" Astrid suggested angrily. "I mean, you've torn holes in universes, that should be easy for you! Go on ahead into Ponytown or whatever it's called!"
Walter was about to retort, but then he stopped. "That's not a bad idea..." he said to himself quietly, as if he had a sudden realization.
A voice suddenly called out. "Hey, Astrid, Walter!"
Astrid jumped again. Peter Bishop, Walter's son, had come out of the office, wearing industrial ear protection. "Olivia just called!" he shouted, unaware how loud his voice was. "We got a case!"
Astrid made a motion as if she was removing an earphone. "Oh, right!" Peter shouted, pulling them off.
His voice back to normal, he then added, "Sorry about that, I was trying not to go deaf. We're headed to Logan International. Something absolutely absurd happened."
"What would that be?" Walter crossed his arms in curiosity. "A quantum tectonic event? Spontaneous human combustion? Another supervirus?"
"Nope," Peter replied. "Nobody's dead this time. Olivia says we have to see this for ourselves."
"I'm driving!" Walter proclaimed, walking right past them.
Peter and Astrid exchanged glances. "This is one of the few times I will wear my seatbelt," Peter said.
LOGAN INTERNATIONAL AIRPORT
The station wagon rolled along, closely weaving its way through plenty of CDC trucks. "What is the CDC doing here?" Walter had to ask. "Peter? I thought you said nobody was dead."
"Well, here's hoping nobody died on the way here," Peter replied, Astrid holding on tight to his arm in pure fear.
They finally stopped in front of Arrivals. Just in front of the C Terminal door stood Charlie Francis, Olivia's partner. "There you are," he said as Peter and Astrid emerged from the back seat while Walter struggled a little with his seat belt. "First time I've seen your dad drive."
"I hope it's the last, too," Peter greeted back, still a little shaky. "So what's going on?"
"Funny enough, this case involves only one person, Tara Nimoy," Charlie explained as Walter finally came out. "Witnesses say that she was feeling sick, as if she was going to throw up, and then parts of her began to shimmer and transform."
"Shimmer and transform?" Walter asked. "Why, that's absolutely amazing!"
"More like freaky," Charlie corrected. "Olivia's inside, questioning her now. We're looking into the possibility of a supervirus right now, so you'll need to suit up."
"I knew it was a supervirus!" Walter cheered as he hurried off to the changing station, leaving Peter to facepalm.
"... and then, I- I became this hideous... thing..."
"It's okay, don't worry," Olivia comforted Tara, from behind the visor of a CDC suit.
Parts of her had transformed into those of a horse; her face had been partly altered, her mouth and nose having grown into a snout, her left arm and right leg had grown hooves, she had upright, pointy ears, and a curly tail was poking out from her now-torn pants. The funny thing is that she looked surprisingly cartoonish. "Someone's coming on his way now to examine you. He's an expert in, well... everything of this nature."
"Everything of this nature?" Tara couldn't help but ask.
"Trust me," Olivia confirmed. "He has actually been able to cure a 75,000 year old supervirus with horseradish."
A knock on the door alerted Olivia. "Oh, here he is now," she said, turning around.
Walter came in, dressed in CDC gear and carrying a large case. "It's so good to see you again, Olivia," he greeted as he sat down at the table Olivia and Tara were sitting at. "And it's nice to meet you, Ms....?"
"Tara... Tara Nimoy," she introduced herself. "Are you the person that's going to cure me?"
"Why, yes, I am," Walter replied, opening his case to reveal all sorts of equipment, from syringes to Petri dishes. Olivia even spotted a miniature centrifuge Peter had built a couple of days ago. "I'm Dr. Walter Bishop. Now, tell me... have you recently taken any sort of unusual medication? LSD, maybe?"
The shocked look on Tara's face clued him into the answer. "I suppose not, then..." Walter quietly said. "I also suspect you haven't worked in any mysterious laboratories or government projects?"
"No... I'm a college student," Tara replied, uneasy. "I'm a Computer Science major from Drexel."
"Walter," Olivia said, trying to get the message across.
"I was just going home, to see my family..." she began to moan, a tear streaming down her face. "I... I can't let them see me like this..."
"It's okay."
Strangely enough, it was Walter who was saying this. Gently, he wiped the tear off of Tara's face. "I will do everything in my power to help you."
Suddenly, he turned away, and began speaking to what looked like thin air. "Peter?" he asked. "Can you hear me?"
"Yeah, I can," Peter's voice came over Olivia's and Walter's headsets. "Need something?"
"Yes," Walter said, straightening up. "I need a decontamination chamber in my lab. If indeed this is a supervirus, I will need more equipment than I do here. This is something even I have never seen before."
"Right, I'll get on it," Peter replied.
"As for you, Ms. Nimoy..." Walter turned his attention back to her, "I will need to take a couple of blood samples. Would you mind we do it here? We can get results faster once we get back to the lab."
"Um... sure..." Tara agreed, cautiously stretching out her arm.
Walter pulled out a syringe and a few test tubes. "This will only sting a little," he cautioned. "Trust me, I've used a hundred of these on myself."
A quick poke into one of her veins, and Walter drew out 20ml of blood. "This is all I think I need," he said, loading the tubes into the mini-centrifuge. "This is certainly a rare moment in the history of genetics. The last virus of this type I studied turned the unfortunate victim into a porcupine-man."
Tara could only grimace.
HARVARD UNIVERSITY
"Hm~hm~hmm~hm~hmmm..."
Walter was quietly humming to himself as he swept Tara with his new Geiger counter. The number on it didn't even flicker. "Damn," he cursed to himself. "Not a rad."
"Um... isn't that a good thing?" Tara asked.
"Normally, it is," Walter answered, putting away the Geiger counter. "However, in this case, it means that we can clearly rule out the supernatural."
He quickly turned back towards her. "Things like astral projection and psychic mutations... these occurances tends to generate some amount of radiation."
"Psychic mutations?" Tara was clearly lost for words.
"Mutations in DNA and cells caused by psychic interactions," Walter explained. "I've always been fascinated with the idea."
Outside the decontamination chamber, Peter removed Tara's blood samples from the centrifuge, which had just finished, and put it under a microscope. "Can't see anything out of the ordinary..." he muttered, staring down the lenses. "Looks about as healthy as a drop of blood can get."
"Healthy blood?" Walter asked, leaving the decontamination chamber. "Did you fire up the electron microscope?"
"Didn't need to," Peter replied. "Nothing isolated on the way home save for the red blood cells."
"Anything odd about the red blood cells?"
"Nope."
"White blood cells?"
"Nope."
"Platelets?"
"Nope."
"Plasma?"
"Nope."
"Anything? Anything at all?"
"Nope," Peter repeated, shaking his head. "Sorry Walter, it's not a supervirus."
"Damn it..." Walter cursed again, removing his gear. "What is it? What has caused Ms. Nimoy's impromptu transformation?!"
"You sound a little too interested, Walter," Peter said.
"Hey, Broyles just called," Olivia announced, coming out of the office. "Nothing was found at Logan. No amphilicite, no weird liquids, no vials filled to the brim with some deadly virus."
"Nothing?" Walter had to ask, removing one of his boots.
"Nothing," Olivia confirmed.
"Dammit!" Walter shouted, stomping his foot and making Astrid, who was feeding Gene and 'Pinkie Pie', jump. "I'm going back to one of my other projects."
All eyes followed Walter as he marched off into the office, past Olivia. "... I'm letting Tara out." Olivia announced, walking away. "At least it isn't contagious, whatever it is."
"I'm calling Nina," Peter announced. "At least her mind isn't filled to the brim with those damned ponies."
Walter, in the office, opened his old filing cabinet again, this time looking for a project from as far back as 1985. "Ah, here it is!" he said to himself, pulling out an old folder. He put it down on the desk and began to search through it, taking out various sheets... then stopping at one. "What... what's this?" he had to ask, looking at it in closer detail.
The sheet of paper had a diagram of the tuning box, with the dial turned to 329.628 Hz. However, that wasn't what stood out to him. Beneath it was a drawing of Olivia... and what looked like a pony, from My Little Pony itself. It had a hairstyle strikingly similar to Olivia's.
Outside, Olivia opened the decontamination chamber's doors after finally finding the depressurization switch. "Can I get you anything, Tara?" she asked, her attention more on opening a sticky zipper.
"Um... I haven't had anything to eat all day..." Tara responded.
"Okay, anything specif-" Olivia was in the middle of asking when she looked up.
Now that her vision of Tara was unobstructed by plastic visors and sheets, she could look at Tara directly. And what she saw almost made her jump.
Tara was shimmering again. But the horse parts of her were shimmering instead, like Peter did after she managed to spot a hotel that was about to be pulled into another universe. "Oh my..." Olivia's eyes widened.
"What?" Tara asked.
Olivia quickly ran for the office, leaving the door partially unzipped and Tara, again, dumbfounded. "Walter!" she called. "Walter!"
"Olivia!" Walter called back, running back out with the exact sheet of paper he found.
"I think I know what happened!" Olivia quickly announced.
"I think I do too!" Walter added, showing her the sheet.
Olivia took a quick look at the sheet. "You can't be serious..." she said to herself, looking back up. "Again?"
"I didn't draw this!" Walter snapped. "I found it among my old files, all the way back from 1985! Files I had never touched for over 20 years!"
"So what are you saying?" Olivia asked.
"I think someone planted this in there," Walter came to a conclusion. "And if someone planted it, here of all places, it's probably something that'll help us! Come, I'll need your help! Astral, Peter! Drop what you're doing! We've got something important to do!"
"Astrid!" she corrected, dropping the rest of the feed into 'Pinkie Pie' and Gene's shared feed bucket.
"Yeah, Nina, I'm gonna have to call you back, Walter's screaming bloody murder over here. Right, see you in a few minutes," Peter said casually into the phone, before hanging up. "Right, what is it?"
"We-we need to construct this again!" Walter stuttered, his excitement getting the better of him as he handed over the paper. "I think this will lead to some answers concerning Ms. Nimoy!"
"What will?"
Tara had finally managed to get out of the decontamination chamber. Walter took a couple steps forward. "Ms. Nimoy..." he began to explain. "I have a hypothesis as to what happened to you. However, even I have some level of disbelief concerning it, in spite of everything I have seen in my 64 years of age."
"And... that is?" Tara had to ask. At this point, she had every reason to worry.
"Ms. Nimoy..." Walter continued. "I do not think you have been mutated in any way. In fact... I believe you have been forcibly fused with a being from an alternate universe. And I can prove it, in more ways than one. I'm sorry to say this, but... Please, remove your pants."
Tara's jaw fell. "What?!" she nearly shouted. "You old perv-"
"Ms. Nimoy," Walter interrupted her. "I am less interested in what is between your legs, and more interested in what is on your right hip."
Reluctantly, Tara took off her belt, and struggled a little to remove her jeans one-handed. Eventually, however, they came off. "Oh my..." Walter stroked his chin, as everyone else grew wide-eyed, especially Astrid.
Tara had an image of a computer tattooed onto her horse fur. Or rather, it was part of her fur. "Holy shit..." Peter breathed.
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Ha! You combined William Bell and Twilight Sparkle into one name. I like it.
Not sure what to protocol for MY story is though.
Do I continue my story or what?
Either way, this is gonna be favorited.
Good story brah.
1405789 Thank you.
Unfortunately, I'm gonna have to continue it, and fast; it just failed moderation.
1406292 Good luck!
I guess I do continue my story.
Shame this didn't pass Mod.
1407596 I know, right? I'm wondering if I should appeal while I'm writing the second chapter...?
1407757 I've got my fingers crossed man!
1407782 ... I'm just going to finish the second chapter. Hopefully it'll take less than a month this time.
1408211 I know that feel. It also takes ME a while to get off my bum and write.
1408289 Thanks for the encouragement.
1408897 That's why they pay me handsomely.
Tell me, which one's Pink?
AND IF WE TELL YOU THE NAME OF THE GAME, BOY
WE CALL IT RIDING THE GRAVY TRAIN
I'm watching a Fringe marathon on TV when this pops up. Commence read.
SWEET!
I had this sort of story premise run through my head last time I was able to catch an episode of fringe!
Course mine never got passed the initial "what if the fringe gang ended up with their dimension having some short term interaction with equestria on account of the whole twisted plains of existence thing?"
I will add this to my read later list..... but that things really grown out of control lately... and the update counter on stories I already have favorited is even worse, oh well.
Challenge. Excepted.
1)
Spontaneous human combustion was the fringe case at an airport (Logan Internatonal?).
2)
That is exactly what happened, except I think it was a few million years older than that as I remember them talking about it causing a mass extinction (maybe dinosaurs?)
3)
Another fringe case. Brought down an airplane.(Flight 777 to Vancouver?)
I am unsure if this was what you where talking about, but I believe myself to be incorrect. Hence I shall not submit an OC until you have confirmed these.
Did Raze do good?
1675531 Mind if I ask what you mean?
1677131 Sorry, none of those count. There were two cases of spontaneous human combustion; the first was in the middle of a crowded Boston street because a cortexiphan child lost control of her abilities. The second was, indeed, 75,000 years old, and it did cause a mass extinction, but that was just a mere call back; it was never confirmed if such a case occurred in the Amber universe as well. The third one brought down Vertice Air flight 718. I'll give another example; the porcupine-man virus wasn't meant as a weapon, like in the episode "The Transformation" (Season 1). It was meant to guide human evolution, like in "Nothing As It Seems" (Season 4).