Author :Alanna
Lionne
Title : The
Fire In Which We Burn
Rating : Like
most things, a PG or mild PG-13
Pairing : This
is the second in my ‘The Other Imzadi’ series, which follows two entirely
different Imzadis…
Summary : Too
much to write in one sentence.
Feedback : The
usual
Author’s Note and Disclaimer :
Usual stuff about Paramount. This was written before Sarah Brightman songs
were inserted into every one of my stories. Some of the characters are mine
and solely mine, so if you actually find them interesting enough to use, ask
me first.
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One
Confinement
Continued from “Gone With
the Enterprise”
Scarlett jumped up, her heart pounding. “For
heaven’s sake, Wesley, what are you doing here?” She knew very well he was over five hundred light years away.
“What
else do you think I’m doing here?” he asked. “I’m here to stop you, that’s
what.”
“What did I do?”
“Why do you have to go and
waste your powers on stopping time?” he said in a sneering tone. “Why not use
them to make you the best of the best…the most powerful person on the ship…the
best in Starfleet…how about it?”
Like
taking candy from a baby, he thought. Hearing that made Scarlett’s blood
run cold. Then she realized that Wesley was five hundred light years
away. This imposter who stood before her was not Wesley. Not her Wesley.
“Nice
try, Q,” she said. Wesley, standing in front of her, disappeared, to be
replaced by Q. “Outwitted, again,” he sighed. “Picard was so much easier to
fool.”
“Well,”
Scarlett shot back, any slight hint of fear erased, “Picard was a crazy old
bald man who was so wrapped up in the Prime Directive that he couldn’t see past
his own sensors.” Q appeared surprised, and then began applauding. “Well said,
Commander Troi.” Then he disappeared.
Unfreezing time, Scarlett spent the next four months
doing what she usually did: got up, went to the bridge and spent another boring
day staring into open space. The only things that did happen in those four
months can be summed up like this:
a: Abbie met Lieutenant Adam
Schmidt, a young man working in engineering. They began seeing each other.
b.
Judd took extended sick leave when the NBA finals were on.
c.
Steryko left for Vulcan to visit his sister and his mother.
d.
Wesley returned two months after Q’s visit.
Scarlett was again bored to dirt when she was forced
to begin her “confinement” by Wesley, who refused to let her work each day. To
try and clean up her “bored to dirt” feeling, she programmed about seven
holodeck programs, downloaded five more novels onto the computer, and (gasp)
read Wesley’ s personal log. It was boring, but it was the only interesting
thing to do.
It
was about twenty-two days into the “confinement” that she drew the line. She
and Wesley were playing poker, a game he had picked up at the Academy and she
had learned on the Carlin. Suddenly, a red alert was sounded, and Will’s voice
said, “All senior staff report to the observation lounge!” He sounded harried.
Scarlett
jumped up. Wesley began to protest. She glared at him. “He said ‘all senior
staff’. I’m senior staff, aren’t I?”
Up in the observation lounge, Will, Deanna, Steryko,
Commander Timon de Belle, Wesley and an obviously elated Scarlett gathered.
“The
Romulans have broken off their peace treaty,” Will said, his tone grave. “They
have attacked four Federations outposts in their empire: one on Angrosi VI,
Trtio, and two on Resoaip IX. Hundreds are dead. We have contacted the Romulan
Senate and they refuse to divulge any information. Starfleet has assigned us to
stop the Romulans from destroying any more outposts.”
“Why would they do something
like this?” Deanna asked in her ever-calm manner.
“Because
they’re vicious traitors who will put an arm around your shoulder one minute
and stab you in the back the next!” Scarlett snapped. Wesley tugged at her
sleeve. “Scarlett, hello?” Scarlett turned the color of her name. “Oops. Sorry,
Deanna.”
“With
your temper, we wouldn’t need phasers and torpedoes to defend ourselves,” Will
joked in a bright manner quite different from his dark one a minute before.
Suddenly,
the ship shook violently. Everyone gripped the side of their hard, gray chairs for
support. When he could, Will took a hand off his armrest, hit his
commbadge/logo thing and yelled, “Lieutenant Erickson! Report!”
Chapter
Two
Balancing
“A Romulan war bird has just decloaked off the aft
bow and fired upon us,” Caroline Erickson shouted back. On the bridge, chaos
reigned. Madison Carmichael was attempting to assess the damage to the Titan.
Abbie Carmichael was firing back at the Romulans. Judd Iverson was trying not
to lose the NBA scores newly released from Earth on the main computer. No one
even bothered to look up as the party from the observation lounge thundered in.
Without a word to anyone, they all resumed their usual seats: Will in the
center of the bridge, Scarlett to his left, Deanna to his right. Optical,
Navigational and Weapons systems were occupied by, Madison, Wesley and Abbie,
respectively. Steryko and Caroline operated the Tactical station. And Judd
simply hung around.
“Fire
back!” Will yelled.
“That’s
what she’s been doing!” Scarlett yelled back. Will looked over at her.
“Scarlett, you’re a Q. Make them stop.”
“There
are some instances to draw the line!” Scarlett told him. “This is one of them.
For simple and dire things, like life support, yes. Dying and Romulan attacks,
no.” Will glared at her. So did Deanna. For some reason, Deanna felt anger
boiling up at her. “I hate you!” she heard herself yell, and immediately
regretted it. Everyone on the bridge turned to stare at her. Scarlett bit her
lip, tears welling up in her eyes. Frowning, she tried to disguise them.
Instead she disappeared.
In her quarters, Scarlett sat on the bed and stared
at the wall. Why? Why had Deanna said she hated her? Should she have stopped
the Romulans? Or not—
She
was suddenly over come by a crippling force pain that seemed to wash over her.
What was that for? She wondered. Had she hurt herself somehow?
Gasping, she realized what it
was. Grabbing a stopwatch from her nightstand, she timed it. When another wave
of pain came, she stopped timing. Fifteen minutes. Not bad.
Up on the bridge, Wesley turned the ship 180 degrees
to the port, as Will had ordered a second before. He was focusing on the task
at hand, not at his trembling hand as it turned the ship, not at the limp form
of Ensign Huffy behind him. Those Romulans had destroyed another outpost on Tyy
VIII, killing over five hundred. Now they fired at the Titan.
Five
hours. They had been at the fruitless attack for five hours. After Wesley felt
like he could scream, the Romulan ship exploded.
No
torpedoes had been fired. No phasers, either. The ship had just exploded.
Wesley stared at it, open-mouthed. He was in disbelief. How could it have just
exploded? Had it been the warp core? Or had it been…
He
jumped up from his Navigational console, banging his knee on it. “Ouch! Captain, I request permission to
return to my quarters.”
Puzzled, Will said,
“Permission granted.”
Exhausted, and the bed’s white silk sheets stained
red, Scarlett Maria Troi, Commander and First Officer aboard the U.S.S. Titan,
remained firm in her decision.
“No,”
she told Virginia Hartleis, the doctor. “I will not allow you to kill my baby.
Never.” Virginia pleaded with her. “Please, Commander, you are just making it
worse for the child. End her life now, and ease the suffering.”
Scarlett
was just about to give her a piece of her mind when Wesley entered the
quarters. Quickly sizing up the situation, he ran to the bedside. “What’s
happening?”
“Your child has a terrible
ailment,” Virginia told him. “Something that will kill her if she survives the
birth. I am trying to convince your wife to let me end the child’s life.” She
sounded like she was rattling off a paragraph from a medical textbook. Scarlett
made her disappear with a bit of strength left in her. “Never,” she gasped out.
“I will never allow her to do that. Would your mother even suggest a thing like
that? Would she, Wesley? Would she?”
“I
don’t think so,” Wesley replied. Scarlett clutched his uniform shirtsleeve.
“Oh, please Wesley, bring her here. Bring her here.” Then realizing he
couldn’t, she said, “Oh well, I suppose I’ll have to do it, then.”
“No,”
Wesley said, in a firm tone Scarlett had never heard before. “Save your
strength. I’ll have her transported here.”
“Do
it, Wesley,” she whispered. “But for goodness sake, do it quickly.” Wesley took
one look at her, with her black hair matted to her forehead with sweat, and her
scarlet silk ruffled dress spread out, and hurried out of the room.
At Starfleet Medical,
Beverly Crusher, Wesley’s mother and Scarlett’s mother-in-law, was having the
usual day: a few surgeries, a broken limb, and Andersen Beninski calling in
sick. Typical.
Suddenly, Amy Chaffer, an
intern with a surprising amount of talent, tapped her on the shoulder. “Doctor,
there’s a Priority One message coming in for you from the U.S.S. Titan.”
Beverly’s stomach knotted, and the first thought that came to mind was, “Wesley
died.” Shoving that thought to the back of her mind, she told Amy, “I’ll take
it in my office.” She hurried over to the Spartan office in the corner of the large
main sick bay and punched a few buttons on a small computer resting comfortably
on the desk. The words, scrolling across the screen as fast as a ship at warp
one, read:
Dear Mom,
The first thing you probably thought when you heard this
message was a Priority One communication, you probably assumed I died. I am
alive and well, but my wife and your daughter-in-law, Scarlett, is having her
baby a month before she is supposed to and, according to the ship’s doctor,
before Scarlett made her disappear, there are complications. Please, Mom, beam
out to the Titan as soon as you can, or your grandchild may die before it is
even born, taking Scarlett, who means the world to me, with it.
Wesley
Beverly unknotted her stomach, grabbed a bag
of medical supplies and headed for the transporter, yelling to Amy, “I have to
transport to the Titan. Keep things together until I get back.”
“What for?” Amy asked.
Beverly paused, and smiled. “I have to
deliver my granddaughter.”
Wesley grasped Scarlett’s hand, nervously running
his fingers up her hand. She didn’t seem to notice. Suddenly, the door to their
quarters opened, and Beverly stood there, in all her glory. “No time to waste,”
she said, and rushed over to the bed.
The course for Maiden XIII had been plotted and set
in. “Engage,” Will ordered. He loved ordering courses set, for a reason he
didn’t quite understand.
A
voice broke over the communication channel. It sounded a lot like Beverly
Crusher, a friend of both Will and Deanna’s from the Enterprise, and Wesley’s
mother. “Captain Riker and Counselor Troi, please report to my son’s quarters.
There’s someone they’d like you to meet.”
Scarlett gazed at the small bundle in her arms,
wrapped in a blue silk blanket. Her daughter had been born just a minute
before, and yes, both had survived. She was exhausted, though, and so was the
baby.
Deanna
and Will entered. Deanna saw the blue bundle in Scarlett’s arms and rushed up
to her. “Aww,” she gushed. “Is it a boy or a girl?”
“Girl,” Scarlett informed her
proudly. “Want to hold her?” Deanna accepted the baby gently. The girl snuggled
up against her, yawning. She was tiny, with her mother’s dark brown hair and
Wesley’s creamy brown eyes. “What are you going to name her?”
“We’re
not quite sure,” Wesley began, but Scarlett interrupted him. “Desiree,” she
answered. “Desiree Anomaly.” And so, Desiree Anomaly she became.
Chapter
Three
Lifeline
Within
days, however, Desiree began to have an ashen color to her. She would no longer
except food, and would sleep more often than any baby should. Wesley’s mother
remained on the Titan, taking charge of the infirmary for a brief time, so
Scarlett brought Desiree to her.
“Something’s
wrong,” she told her. “She’s not eating, and sleeping for long stretches of
time. And do you see the gray color her skin has become?”
Beverly
was grave as she told Scarlett that it was Huygria’s Syndrome, and it would
kill Desiree in a matter of weeks.
Upon the news, Scarlett took to her bed. She would
drink little and eat even less. She became pale and even thinner than she
naturally was. She stared at the blank walls, and never spoke. Wesley was
worried about her, so he asked Deanna to visit with her, and try to re-ignite
the spark that had left her emerald eyes, now listless. Deanna obliged, as she
had exciting news she couldn’t wait to tell her cousin.
Deanna pressed the doorbell on Scarlett’s quarters.
No response. She pressed it again. Nothing. Finally she overrode the lock and
entered. Scarlett stared at her as she entered. “Just dropped by to see how you
were,” Deanna said, cheerfully. “I have something exciting I couldn’t wait to
tell you.” Instead of the usual, “What? What? Oh, Deanna, tell me! You know I
can’t stand suspense!” she received a simple stare. She strode over to the
replicator. “Bryvoian Spring Water, cold and a chocolate fudge sundae, with hot
chocolate sauce.” In a shimmer of light they appeared. Deanna picked the water
up and placed it on the table. She then took the hot fudge sundae and lounged
in the scarlet couch. “Will and I have decided to adopt a baby from an
orphanage on Rysaa. The paperwork should be filled out and the baby should be
here in September.” Scarlett said
nothing.” Scarlett was still silent. Finally she burst out in tears. “It’s not
fair!” she wept. “You’re gaining a boy or girl—“
“It’s a girl.”
“Girl—and
I’m losing Desiree. Don’t you understand? While you’re watching your daughter
learn to crawl, walk, talk, read and all that junk, I’ll be mourning Desiree. Desiree
will die practically before she was ever really a baby. It’s just not fair!”
And with that she flung herself face first into her pillow. Realizing her
mistake, Deanna gently shook Scarlett’s shoulder. “Scarlett—“
“Go
away!” Scarlett yelled into the pillow. Deanna turned away. “I’m not leaving,”
she said, sitting down in the same chair as before and taking another scoop of
ice cream.
And so she sat there. And sat there. Scarlett remained buried in the pillow. Deanna
replicated another chocolate sundae, but let it rest on the table for a while.
After six hours, she began to worry. What if indeed Scarlett was dead, but
Desiree lived on? How would Wesley care for her and work in engineering and at
the helm, as he frequently changed stations. Would she have to become Desiree’s
guardian?
Finally,
ten hours later, Wesley came in, gray bags under his eyes, his hair messed up
and his feet dragging. He barely acknowledged Deanna as he trudged into the
sonic shower. At the sound of the shower, Scarlett moved her head slightly,
taking care not to let Deanna notice. Deanna was staring out at the stars.
While her gaze was directed out into space, Scarlett made herself disappear. At
the sudden flash of light, Deanna let out a little scream and jumped. When she saw
nothing, she turned back to the stars. Then she stopped.
Nothing?
She had seen nothing?
She
had seen nothing!
Desiree Anomaly lay on a tiny crib, surrounded by
strange people. One had flame colored orange hair, with eyes that seemed to
smile at her. Her skin was pale, and she seemed to have a piece of machinery
stuck in her hand. Desiree stared up at her, trying to pull the machinery out
of the woman’s hand, so she could do other things with it, her ashen skin
becoming lighter. Had her mouth not been dry, she would have asked for some
water. Then again, newborns aren’t supposed to know how to speak, so Desiree
clammed up. She would have walked out of the crib, too, but newborns aren’t
supposed to know how to walk, either, so she stayed put. Or she would have
teleported herself out, but newborns definitely aren’t supposed to know
how to teleport, so she resisted the temptation.
She
was still trying to figure out a way out of this plastic prison when a tall
woman with long, tumbling black hair and dark green eyes drifted in. She was
wearing a long, pink-red dress and a silver chain around her wrist. She floated
over to the enclosure and pressed her nose up against it. She never spoke, but
Desiree heard a voice tell her, “Don’t worry, Desi. You’ll be all right. Just
hang in there.” Then, right before Desiree’s eyes, the woman with the long
black hair disappeared.
The
flame-orange haired woman came over with the piece of machinery in her hand and
began running it up and down the plastic prison. Her mouth opened wide as she
read something on the side of the machinery that Desiree couldn’t see. She
mouthed something and a man came running over. He re-read the other side of the
machinery and mouthed something to the flame-orange woman. The flame-orange woman
hit a little silver thing pinned to her shirt and mouthed something else. Then
she bent down and smiled at Desiree. Desiree smiled back.
Wesley came out of the sonic shower, drying his hair
with a large white towel. Scarlett was lounging on the bed, knitting something
white, full of tangles, that was already about five feet long. “What is that?”
he asked.
She
shrugged. “Just a blanket for Desiree.” He frowned. “I guess Deanna is a better
counselor than I thought,” he murmured. Scarlett continued knitting. “I have a
strange feeling that Desiree is going to turn out okay,” she informed him.
Wesley stared at her. “Don’t tell me you….” His voice trailed off as he made a
snapping motion with his fingers. Pulling the yarn off her wooden needles,
Scarlett said, “I haven’t the slightest idea what you’re talking about.”
Wesley’s
mother broke over the communication channel. “Please report to sick bay,” she
said simply.
Desiree Anomaly was cured. Her chocolate brown eyes
were crystal clear and she smiled happily at the two people who entered the
room. One of them was the black haired woman she had seen earlier, but the
other, a man, had brown hair and eyes. When they drew closer, Desiree saw that
the black haired woman’s hair was really a dark brown. The woman picked her up
and tore off a piece of her dress to wrap Desiree in. In her arms Desiree felt
secure and safe. She snuggled up against the woman and yawned.
With
her daughter alive and well and sleeping in her tanned arms, Scarlett couldn’t
have been happier. She held Desiree tightly as the family headed back towards
their quarters.
Family.
Chapter
Four
Insomnia
The
wail of Desiree pierced the night. “It’s your turn to see what’s wrong,”
Scarlett murmured, rolling over and pulling the covers over her head. “I got up
last time.”
“No,
I did,” Wesley murmured back. Scarlett rolled out of bed. “Fine. I’ll do this
one, and you do the next two.” Wesley barely nodded. Scarlett walked dozily
into the room, now the nursery, which had been previously the solarium. Desiree
lay on the soft wool blanket Scarlett had knitted, cooing happily. In her mind
she was thinking, “I don’t want to sleep! I want to go see the bridge!”
Scarlett picked her up. “Go to sleep, Desi.” Desiree sighed and began wailing.
Scarlett rocked her gently and began singing a song her father had sung to her.
“Some think the universe is made for fun and frolic
And so do I. And so do I.
Some think it is well to be all melancholic, to die
and nigh
But no, not I!
Listen, listen! Listen as I sing.
Listen, listen! Listen as I sing.
Go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep, go to sleep!
Close your baby eyes and go back to sleep.”
Desiree had dozed off. Scarlett set her back in the
crib and tiptoed back into bed. As she pulled the covers up over her, Wesley
whispered, “I didn’t know you could sing like that.”
“Oh yeah, didn’t I tell you?
Before Desiree was born I programmed opera singing lessons and finally a
performance into the holodeck computer. Before I could sing pretty well. Now I
can sing a whole lot better. Wesley? Wesley? Are you listening?” Wesley had
fallen asleep again.
“You look tired.”
Those
were the first words out of Deanna’s mouth the next morning when Scarlett
sleepily sunk down into her chair on the bridge. She yawned. “I was up all
night with Desiree. So was Wesley. I swear, we took sleep for granted before
she was born.” Deanna laughed to herself. “I suppose that’s possible.” She
paused. “I wonder if that’s going to happen to Will and I?” Scarlett was about
to answer that she doubted it when a shimmer of light in the corner of the
bridge caught her eye.
“What
on Rysaa is that?” she muttered, almost instinctively, although she knew just
what it was. Some poor soul from the Q Continuum had been stripped of their
powers (she would have been more than happy to be that poor soul) and the
Continuum decided to dump them on the Titan for the crew to handle.
Upon
sight of the flushed middle-aged woman with russet eyes and long, auburn hair
that fell over her shoulders in ringlets, wearing nothing but a tight, low-cut
white dress with a tiny skirt that barely covered two inches of her legs,
Scarlett yawned. Terrific. Her aunt Christine had now been humanized and left
on the ship like a baby on a doorstep. Now not only would she be up all night
with Desiree, undoubtedly her flamboyant aunt Christine would stir up a little
trouble of her own.
By
then she had fritted away enough time that Christine had stood up and crossed
over to her chair. Glancing around, she said, “I guess this will have to do.”
Scarlett broke away from her fantasy. “What did you do now?”
Her aunt shrugged. “Besides making Andorra XXXI
explode, cause a volcano to erupt on Oahu, causing the deaths of thousands of
people and then misplaced the most esteemed judge in all the Continuum somehow,
nothing.” Scarlett rolled her eyes. “And then they stripped you of your
powers.”
“No…yes.”
“And
you’re going to stay here as a human, like Q did when he was stripped of his
powers or Q the Sequel when he was stripped of his powers and stay
here?”
“Yes.”
“Honestly, Aunt Christine,
with you around, Desiree is going to pick up some pretty lousy habits.”
Christine raised an eyebrow. “Desiree? Who is Desiree?”
Flash.
They were gone. Flash. They were back, Christine cradling Desiree. “Aww,” she
said. “Goodbye!” Scarlett exclaimed and with a flash of light her aunt
disappeared. Falling back into her chair. “For goodness sakes, that woman is
going to drive me out of my mind!”
“I
know what you mean,” Deanna replied, thinking of her own mother and the things
she did.
Chapter
Five
One
Year and a Half On
Christine stayed for a year. During that time, she
took a job as a childcare worker and cook’s assistant. She seemed very content
in her jobs.
Also
in that time, she nearly killed the Prime Minister of Hanadaraistain with
putting too much salt in his drink, and managed to nearly launch a war against
the Federation.
Deanna
and Will’s six-month-old daughter arrived on the Titan on September 4th.
She had silky brown hair and big blue eyes that just made your heart melt. She
was named Honor Jane.
In
January, Scarlett and Wesley were pleased to learn that two more babies in
their family were on the way. Scarlett was surprised—after Desiree she expected
that she wouldn’t be able to have any more children—nonetheless, she was
thrilled. This time, she took the vacation with pleasure. She downloaded
fifteen holo-novels, and read some of them to Desiree, who was now a year old.
Desiree had begun to show signs of very well developed Q powers, and Scarlett
was less than pleased. Nevertheless, she let Desiree show off the powers by
learning to crawl and say a few simple words very early.
Desiree
seemed fascinated at the twins, even though they were not yet born. She drew a
very “fine” picture of them and gave it to her mother, who she called, “Ami”,
the ancient Indian name for “Mother”.
Her Ami was delighted with the picture, which showed Desiree holding the
babies after they were born, and Desiree and her Ami drawing pictures and
reading before the babies were born.
Scarlett
had to laugh at the picture. She was depicted as a big black and red scribble
with a lump the size of a beach ball sticking out of the side.
She
laughed about it all day until she stopped to check something on the dresser.
Glancing up and seeing her reflection, she realized she was smuggling a beach
ball around all this time. She was no longer the beautiful young girl she had
been when she first met Wesley. She leaned over close to the mirror and pulled
on her face, expecting to see bags and wrinkles under her eyes, and gray hair
falling into her eyes. Instead she saw the unlined face and black hair falling
into her emerald eyes that she saw all along. Maybe she did appear to be
smuggling a beach ball, but as she attempted unsuccessfully to come to an
upright position once more, she thought to herself about how wonderful it felt.
Not to try and stand up, of course, but to realize that there were two little
babies inside of her.
Just
then Desiree came crawling in, holding a little toy worm that squeaked when you
pressed it. Scarlett sighed and leaned over once more. “Hey, Desi,” she said
when she picked her up. “How’s my little Desi?” Desi smiled, showing one tiny
tooth poking through her gums.
Scarlett
sat down on the bed and set Desi down beside her. Desi began to crawl toward
the edge of the bed. Suddenly, she felt herself being lifted up. “Hey, big
sister,” her Ami told her. “You can’t be doing those kinds of things! What
would the babies think?” Desiree giggled, obviously pleased that she was going
to be the baby any longer.
A
sudden instinct told Scarlett to look out the window. She looked, knowing from
previous experiences that her instincts were usually right. Outside, shimmering
into view was a Klingon Bird-of-Prey. Normally the Klingons were friendly, but
this ship seemed to have a menacing air to it. All of a sudden, a green bolt of
light shot out of the front of the ship and headed straight towards the window.
There was a huge flash of light as every item in the family of three’s quarters
vanished. There was a second flash as the two people inside it vanished. And
there was a third and final flash of light as the room exploded.
Will Riker felt the jolt from the bridge. “What was
that?” he demanded. Madison read off the report that was coming in on her
console. “A Klingon Bird-of-Prey decloaked off the starboard bow and fired a
photon torpedo. It completely destroyed decks 16 through 18. Casualties and
fatalities are being reported.” Will gritted his teeth. “Raise shields and aim
for their weapons systems.”
“The
Klingon ship has cloaked, sir!” reported Caroline. Will swore under his breath.
“Steryko and Wesley, join me in the observation lounge. Deanna, report to the
bridge, Lieutenant Erickson, you have the bridge.”
The
doors to the observation lounge slid open with a loud creak. Will stepped in
without looking, and ran into the couch. He swore again. “Who put this couch in
the observation lounge?” he yelled.
Someone sitting on the couch turned. “Oh, sorry,
Will,” his first officer apologized. “I didn’t think you’d be using the
observation lounge.”
“Move
all this…junk!”
“Of
course. Your quarters are open. We’ll just go—“
“No!
Stay here! We’ll use my ready-room.”
“Why?
To talk about these positively dreadful Klingons who almost killed poor little
Desiree?” She reached down and picked up the baby. “It’s all right, Desi. I
won’t let those Klingons hurt you.” Will rolled his eyes, but thought about how
he would feel about Honor. A knot formed in his stomach. Where was Honor,
anyway? There’s no time to worry, he thought, fighting the surging
emotion. I—we—have to save the Titan.
As if reading his mind—which she did—Scarlett said, “Here, let me clear this
out.” Within a nanosecond everything except for the couch, Scarlett and Desiree
disappeared—and the old table and chairs reappeared. “I liked it better the way it was before,” Scarlett admitted. “Go
on.”
“These aren’t ordinary Klingons,” Will began.
“Duh,” Scarlett muttered.
He shot her a look, and continued, “The Empire says that
they have no ships unaccounted for—except for the Na’Vokh, a ship that
disappeared fourteen years ago.