"Wake up." Ivy shook my shoulder that night.

I looked over to see Ivy below my bed, her bangs laid to the side, where I can see her eyes were in fact a gray blue kind of color. She had thick, black eyebrows. I lifted my head up from the pillow seeing my surroundings were foggy and not in focus. Hence being awaken probably in the middle of the night.

"What?" I asked.

"Can I use your scissors?" Ivy asked.

I stared at her.

"What for?" I asked.

She looked back toward my alarm clock that was a touch screen on a transparent glass attached to a machine then back to me with a apologetic expression on her face. The time on the alarm clock read nine thirty-three PM. It was painfully dark in the room but when it came to Ivy, her chest was glowing. My mom had instructed her to make that cut shortly before dinner time. Making her eat salad was challenge so Mom had to give her a piece of a tomato before giving her salad. Turned out she did like it. Ivy was changing--but not the part where she picked her nose. Mom was working on that part. And she was having her home schooled by watching historical documentaries. Ivy was up and running after that Alien view was over.

"I have to cut the tags on my blanket." Ivy said.

"Get yourself a new one." I said.

"Are you sure?" Ivy asked.

"Very sure." I said.

"I usually go to bed without a blanket." Ivy said.

"Then how did you sleep?" I asked. She was definitely crazy.

"On the bed sheet." Ivy said.

"And mom's all ready gotten that into your head to have a blanket?" I said.

"I would sleep on the couch but I don't want to be scared out of my skin." Ivy said.

"There's a tag less golden blanket in my closet. You can sleep on the bed." I said.

Ivy's eyes glowed to life.

"Thanks, Syd!" She then planted a kiss on my cheek, unexpectedly, and darted to my closet. "You are brilliant!"

I raised my head up.

"You did help me with my ending conclusion so you are the brilliant one." I said.

"Nah uh," Ivy said. I heard the closet door open She sounded like she had an Icelandic accent, or somewhere else, that was not America. And it was cute on her. "I am not brilliant." She looked over her shoulder sporting a smile at my direction. She closed the door carefully. "The people around me are brilliant. That is the main difference." While picking her nose. "I'll return it."

"Ivy, clean your hands." I said. And she all ready marked the blanket with her touch. "Keep it."

"Ookay." Ivy said, then she went into my bathroom.

I closed my eyes and covered my face with the blanket hearing the jet of water. I heard the door quietly shut, and then again, twice. I looked over to make sure that Ivy was gone. I leaned forward then began to press a few options on the machine. I scrolled down the reading list for the audio playbook. My lazy eyes easily misread some of them. I saw the words "Amok Time" , "Clean", and "Star Trek" in one sentence. I hit the name then fell back onto the bed and faced the ceiling with heavy eyes. A familiar theme tune filled the air. Including a very familiar, but old phrase.

"Space . . . the final frontier."

Some nights, I can picture the cast of the audio book right alongside my bed because some of the narrators impressions of them were spot on. I can close my eyes and picture them. This was a fanon version of the episode. But it was different. It took place in the Alternate Original Series not what people the Kelvin Timeline. I can hear the new, cinematic music belonging to the movies. I closed my eyes listening to the familiar high pitched woman's voice in the beginning credits picturing the blue opening names of the three big cast members appearing in space. Every night I listen to one of my favorite star trek audio books fanon or canon, I don't care. It gets me to sleep.