Author : Alanna
Lionne
Title : Gone
With the Enterprise
Rating : Like
most things, a PG or mild PG-13
Pairing : This
is the first 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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Chapter One
Annoying
Doorbells, Personal Logs and A Transporter
"Captain's personal
log," began Jean-Luc Picard, age 60, "stardate 41567.2. We are awaiting
the arrival of an experienced officer and as we are told, engineer, from the
U.S.S. Carlin. Our warp drive was damaged and we are literally "dead in
space". However, some delay has kept this officer on the-" He was
interrupted by that ANNOYING BUZZING DOORBELL!!! (Here's a secret: the reason
he sounds so cross and never speaks in complete senteces is because of his
annoying doorbell).
"Come!"
he said gruffly. The doors opened and his first officer, William Riker, stepped
through. He was a tall, dark-haired human with a slight mischevious glint to
his eye. "The Carlin is beaming their officer over." Jean-Luc jumped
up, relieved they were finally sending him (or her) over. He merrily strode out
the door.
Arriving in the transporter room, the two
found waiting perhaps the most beautiful woman on the ship: Deanna Troi. She
was half-human, half-Betazoid and therefore made an excellent ship's counselor.
(Because she could sense emotions)
Suddenly
the transporter began to glow in front of them, and a shimmering figure materalized.
She was as tall as Deanna, perhaps taller, with long, slightly curly black
hair and sparkling, yet secretive emerald green eyes, and was wearing a typical
Starfleet uniform, in scarlet.
"Scarlett Troi is my name," she said, stepping off of
the transport platform. "Fixing your warp drive is my game." Deanna
didn't know what to say. So she sent her cousin a telepatic message.
Scarlett, what are you doing
here? I thought you were still on Betazed. And who's really supposed to be
fixing our warp drive?
Without moving her lips, Scarlett
replied, I am fixing your warp drive and no, I'm obviously not on Betazed
anymore.
Deanna felt Will's eyes boring into
the back on her head. Look, we'll talk later.
Taking Scarlett by the
hair she said, "Captain, Will, I'd like you to meet my cousin, Scarlett
Troi."
The captain extended
his hand, and Scarlett rolled her eyes. "You expect me to kiss your hand?
C'mon. How tacky can you get?" Will stifled a smile. Scarlett looked down
her nose at him disprovingly. "Don't think such things, Commander. Your
captain certainly won't like it." Jean-Luc glared at Will and Scarlett
both. "I'm not in the mood for jokes," he said sternly. "We need
our warp drive fixed." Scarlett retrieved her newly-beamed aboard bag.
"That's why I'm here," she replied cheerfully. "You better show
me where your engineering is." When no one said anything, her mood
shifted. "All right, I'll show myself," she said, imitating
Jean-Luc's stern voice. ‘’You’re in hot water this time, Number One.’’ She was
gone before anyone could reply.
Left in her wake, Will turned to
Deanna. "Mother's side, right?" Staring at the door, she said, very
softly, "How did you guess?"
Chapter
Two
Wesley, A
Book and A Bunch of Clothes
Scarlett found the Enterprise to
more confusing than she had imagined. It was a bunch of twisting, maze-like
tunnels. After leaving the transporter room, she found herself going around and
around. After what must have been the seventeeth time, she started looking for
someone to give her directions on how to get off of the boring deck. Her head
was turned and she didn't see the boy, his nose buried into an old-fashioned
Earth book, eyes cast down, until they ran into each other. Scarlett's bag
popped open and her things went everywhere.
"Oh! I'm sorry!" exclaimed
the boy, bending down to retrieve the things. Scarlett went down too, her mind
zooming in on his thoughts. Who is this beautiful girl? he was thinking.
Scarlett giggled in her head. This boy was nice!
As he stood up, everything
retrieved, he said, "H-hi. My name is, um, um,-"
Wesley! his brain was
screaming. Wesley Crusher!
Scarlett felt it right to step in
here. "Wesley Crusher?"
"Yeah. How did you know?"
Scarlett felt her cheeks turn the color of her name. "Um, you see, I,
um--" She paused and said, "My name is Scarlett Troi. Does that
explain anything?"
"Oh, so
you're Betazoid!" said the boy. "Cool." Scarlett smiled.
"Anyway, can you tell me where the ship's engineering is?" Wesley
wasn't about to let go just yet. "It would be a lot easier for me to show
you," he replied. Scarlett felt like her face was about to break.
"All right," she said shyly. To Wesley it was an act of kindness. To
Scarlett it was a heroric deed.
Chapter
Three
Annoying
Doorbells Ring Again
A few hours later it was the
annoying doorbell on Scarlett's quarters that was ringing. From outside, Deanna
waited as patiently as possible. She was somewhat miffed with her cousin,
although she didn't know why. Finally, she could wait no longer.
"Computer, override locks on these quarters," she said, and the doors
opened. When Deanna stepped in, she was expecting the ordinary quarters, but
Scarlett added a few personal touches. The bed had a shimmering cover on it,
and a wispy scarlet drape graced the space around it. On the table, a little
fountain bubbled. The windows now had satin scarlet curtains. But her cousin
was nowhere to be seen.
"Scarlett!" called Deanna.
She heard nothing. She tried another attempt. "Scarlettamaria Troi!"
she called again. (Scarlett hated the name Scarlettamaria, so she told everyone
her name was Scarlett) Then she noticed a padd laying on the table, dangerously
close to the edge. She took it carefully into her hands, not knowing what to
expect. "Dearest Deanna," she read aloud, "while wandering
through this maze of passageways you call a ship, I literally ran into a
charming boy named Wesley Crusher. He showed me where your engineering room
was, and then invited me to dinner, which is the reason why you're reading this
note. Obviously, I said yes. Don't expect me back too soon. Love ya lots. Your
head-over-heels cousin, Scarlett." With a sigh, Deanna dropped the padd
back on the table. "She's beginning to remind me of Mother," she
murmured. Then she tried to telepathically tell Scarlett to come home. However,
she didn't have complete telepathic connection.....
Meanwhile, in the
quarters Wesley shared with his mother, he and Scarlett were eating a delicious
dinner and enjoying fascinating conversation. Wesley yearned for a way to
impress his date, and once he said, "When I was fifteen, Captain Picard
made me acting ensign. People say I'm the youngest officer ever."
"Mind if I tell you a
story?" asked Scarlett. When Wesley shook his head, she continued,"My
mother was-"
Then she heard, Scarlettamaria,
you come here now. Deanna had finally made connection. Scarlett jumped up
from the table, nearly spilling her glass. "Wesley, I have to go,"
she blurted out. Wesley stood up, concerned, saying, No, Scarlett, no!
But then he said, "Can I walk you to your quarters?"
Thank goodness! Scarlett
nearly exclaimed, but caught herself. "That would be nice, Wesley."
When Scarlett walked
through the doors to her room, she saw a
miffed Deanna sitting on her scarlet pillow. And Deanna saw a cocky
young Betazoid girl, wearing a traditional dress from their homeplanet, who
fiddled with a silver object that looked much like a phaser.
The stare of her
cousin told Scarlett this was not going to be fun. "Sit down and tell me
what's going on here," said Deanna, nearly commanding. Timidly, she did as
she was told. I don't want to say anything. It's too hard. It's too painful.
It's too--
I get
your point, Deanna replied. What happened?
Scarlett sighed out loud. It was
like this. My mother was so proud of you that she wanted me to be a counselor,
too, just like you. So she sent me off to learn the basics. But I didn't want
to do that. I wanted to command my own starship. But Mother insisted. So I went
off. And one day, when our warp core malfunctioned, I accidentially bumped into
a computer panel and fixed it. People started calling me "Wonder
Woman" but I was only eleven. Does that name have some kind of special
meaning to it with humans? Anyway, I later caught the captain when he was
tripping. So he made me lieutenant commander. And I'm thinking "How dim is
this guy?" But anyway, I stayed on the ship, met up with your mother a few
times--Here she frowned--And now I'm here. Ta-da. Anyway, Deanna, my
mother and father are both dead. And according to the traditions of Betazed, I
have to live with Aunt Lwaxana. Oh bundle of joy. But I was hoping I could just
stay on the Carlin. Think you can pull a few strings? Deanna pulled her
cousin close to her. A tear fell on Scarlett's hair. She barely mumbled,
"Yes." The anger was gone. Only compassion remained.
Chapter
Four
Betazoid Clothes, An
Embarassed Captain and A Kiss
The next day, Scarlett donned something
more comfortable to her: a scarlet knee-length dress and black leggings. Her
black boots laced up to her mid-shins. A few diamonds glittered at the dress
collar. A scarlet hat with turned up
ends alighted on her head. She barely remembered to put on the little commbadge
thing, remembering all this protocol was keeping her on the Carlin.
When Wesley appeared at her door,
two things happened. One: Scarlett nearly jumped him and two: Wesley's eyes
widened. "Where'd you get that?" he said.
"It's what in on Betazed,"
replied Scarlett, her eyes never leaving his. "Oh, sorry about the
interruption last night. It's family business."
"No big deal," Wesley
said. "The past is the past. Anyway, where do you need me to escort you to
today?"
"The bridge."
Wesley's eyes grew large again.
"I don't know," he said skeptically. "Captain Picard's awfully
picky about his equipment. Why do you want to go there?"
"I need to show them how to get
Warp 9.5 working when I get it installed and I need to see if Jean-I mean,
Captain Picard is all right. Something happened last night, Wesley. I know
it." The two strode down the hall while she said this, and Wesley caught a
turbolift. Inside, Scarlett gave Wesley a quick peck on the cheek. "Dinner
again tonight?" she said, completely changing the subject. Blushing,
Wesley said, "Sure. How about Ten-Forward?"
"Ten what?"
"Ten-Forward. It's the
best social place on the ship. It's not just a restaraunt, it's a gathering
place and sometimes home to special events."
"Oh yes, we have one of those
on the Carlin. It's "The Mess Hall" but it's usually more of
"The Messy Hall."
By this time, the turbolift had
arrived at the bridge and the two stepped out.
Jean-Luc turned at
the sound of the doors. Oh no, here comes trouble, he thought.
Scarlett stepped
toward him. "Excuse me?" she said, obviously angry. "I believe
you are mistaken. My name is Scarlett, and if you want to be formal,
Scarlettamaria Troi. But I know why you don't like me. It was the bad
experience with your daughter."
Everyone turned to
stare at the captain, even Deanna, who for any matter should have sensed it
coming. "Her name was Alexis (charming name)," she continued, hopping
up onto the rail, "and she was really your brother's daughter, but he abandoned
her with you and thus you adopted her. And then she was taken away and killed.
That has to be painful. But even though it's hard for you to like kids, do ya
have to hate them? There are many nice children out there, including
Wesley-"She put her delicate hand on his shoulder-"but next year,
according to ancient Earth laws, he won't be a child anymore. Will you hate him
for being a child? Open your eyes, Je-Captain Picard. Everyone, well, with the
exception of this fine man Data here, was a child. How about your first
officer, eh?" She slid down the railing until she was sitting next to him.
"Do you hate him for being a child?" She got off and walked over to
Deanna. "And my lovely cousin Deanna? Do you hate her? I don't think so.
And so, um, Captain, you must have to hate yourself for being a child at one
point in your life. That was when you had a full head of hair-" Here she
paused and recited a rather naughty poem going somewhat like this:
"That is a replicator
That is a chair.
You are a man who has no hair."
She took a deep
breath and said, "But I can see you don't hate yourself (or your hair
loss). What do you have to say on the matter now, Mr. Pickard--er, sorry,
Picard. Huh?"
The captain, taken aback, tripped
over his own words like over untied shoelaces. "I, um, you see-"
Finally he sighed and admitted, "You have outwitted me. I apologize,
Commander. You too, Wesley. I just didn't realize..."
"That's okay. Just DON'T DO IT
AGAIN!!" exclaimed Scarlett.
"I agree," said Wesley.
Suddenly, Data said, "Sir, sensors
are picking up an unidentified ship ahead." Picard slid foward just a bit.
"On screen," he ordered. A large, beige ship with a clunky helm
ornament that looked like a giant potato came into view.
"What???" Jean-Luc
breathed. A potato! What an awful thing to put on the helm. I've only seen
one person who would actually be brainless enough put a potato on their helm.
No, it couldn't be.....
"Hail them," he demanded.
Wesley did as he ordered. "No response, sir," he replied. Scarlett
moved closer to her cousin. They want something, Deanna, she barely
murmured in her head. I don't know what...
I sense it, too, she told
Scarlett. The girl wrung her hands. She couldn't stand suspense. She stepped
forward toward Jean-Luc. "Something's going to happen," she said. The
captain didn't reply. Suddenly, he began to disappear. "Raise shi-"
he said before he was gone.
Chapter
Five
A Vanishing Act, Shields and The Holodeck
"You heard the man, raise
shields, red alert," Will said. At the sound of the siren, Scarlett jumped
and landed with a bump on Will's lap. "Sorry, sir," she said, acting
demotedly, but with a certain glint to her eyes, and climbed out. Wesley was smiling. Will was not. "What's so funny, Wesley?" asked
Scarlett angrily. The smile quickly vanished. "Nothing," he muttered.
Suddenly what appeared to be
Jean-Luc—smiling--appeared on the viewer. "Beam me over," he told
everyone. "A junk collector took me by accident." Then he
disappeared.
"Lower shields," ordered
Will.
"No, don't!" exclaimed Scarlett.
Will turned to look at her, his expression not pleased. "And why
not?" he asked harshly. The young Betazoid girl was still transfixed to
the viewer. "That's not Captain Picard. I don't know who it is, but it's
definitely not your captain." Do you sense that, Deanna? she added.
Will rose. "Wes, I'd like to
speak with you. Alone. Data, you have the bridge." He strode out. I do
not like this girl, he thought haughtily.
"I'll
get the helm," said Scarlett, moving over as Wesley pushed the panel over.
Sitting down and sliding the panel back into place, she told him, "Go on.
Go listen to your "commanding officer." She glowered. "See if I
care." Data looked at her before going over to the captain's empty chair. "This is what humans call anger, correct?"
"I would know, wouldn't
I?" Scarlett replied harshly. "If I was human!" She sighed.
"Sorry, Data. I guess I am angry." She stared out at the mysterious
ship. The images of the endless sky, the giant potato and the brilliant stars
seemed to blend together. She closed her eyes, and desperately tried to pry
into the Jean-Luc lookalike's thoughts.
Meanwhile, Wesley sat across from
Will in his own quarters. Even the familiar place made him on edge.
"Wesley, it has been noted that you have spent a lot of time with this
Scarlett," Will said. "How much do you know about her?"
"Not much," Wesley
replied. "I do know she's Betazoid--completely Betazoid--and is sixteen
years old. Her father died when she was very young and her mother just a few
years ago. That's all. She can be trusted. If she can't, no one can."
"For only knowing her one day,
Wes, that's a lot to say."
"Well...Commander....it's more
than that. It's not just the "She's pretty enough. She'll do" sort of
thing. It's more." But the idea that maybe Scarlett was a Romulan or Breen
or Ferenghi, for that matter in disguise, haunted him.
While all this was going on,
Scarlett had been listening to it all. No matter how hard she tried, she
couldn't hear the lookalike's thoughts. But she could hear Will's and Wesley's.
I'm positive she's lying to us about Captain Picard, thought Will. When the two returned to the bridge, he
said, "I'll take the helm now, Scarlett." But his mind thought, I
wonder if I can trust her...
"That's
Commander Troi to you," she snapped, and yanked the control panel
out. "What did I do?" Wesley
asked. "It's not what you did, it's what you thought," she replied.
"Fine!" shouted Wesley as Scarlett stormed into the turbolift.
"Fine!" she screamed back.
She thought, making sure her cousin heard it, Don't come
looking for me, Deanna, as the turbolift doors closed. And she was gone.
Making sure Scarlett was definitely gone, Deanna followed her footsteps.
"Wait!" shouted Wesley, and caught the next turbolift just before the
doors would have closed.
The duo thouroghly scoured the ship
before Wesley finally said, "Computer, locate Scarlett Troi."
"Scarlett Troi is in holodeck
1," said the mechanical voice. Deanna and Wesley exchanged glances and
quickly took off. When they entered the holodeck, neither recognized the place.
It was large and grand, with many glass windows. They were on a balcony that
overlooked men in handsome tuxedos and women in beautiful dresses. Each wore a
red slash across their front. Scarlett was not visible. "How are we going
to find her without raising her attention?" asked Wesley.
Deanna had an answer
to that. "Computer, make Wesley and I look more...appropriate for this
setting." In a split second, the order was carried out. Wesley looked down
to find himself wearing a grey tuxedo decorated with the typical red slash and
many shiny medals. The shoulders had golden tops. He turned to look at Deanna
and was amazed. She, too, was wearing the red slash, but it decorated the front
of a lacy white dress. Her hair was pulled back and in ringlets. White gloves
matched the dainty slippers and parosal. "This is certainly
different," she said as the two stepped down the stairs and into the
crowd. No sooner had she spoken than they were surronded by dancers, talking
pleasantly. Suddenly, Wesley heard Scarlett's voice. It was coming from their
right.
"You are a good dancer--excuse
me, I don't know your name," said a tall young man, holding tightly
to the girl.
"Maria," replied Scarlett,
"Maria, um, Sergeiyeveina. Ouch! Hey, don't step on the feet!" Seeing
the two together brought a tear to Wesley's eye. Not a tear of sadness. It was so funny! But this was his Scarlett,
not that hologram's. "Computer,
exit program," he said. Scarlett stumbled back as her partner disappeared.
She turned toward Wesley, her eyes glistening with tears of joy, not laughter,
not sadness. "I knew you'd come for me, Wesley," she said quietly.
Wesley stepped toward her. "Computer, play music."
"Specify," the voice said.
"Do I have to spell it out?
Play some music, or I'll smash your rusty bolts to dust," put in Scarlett,
but it was obvious she wasn't serious. She took Wesley's hand in her own, he
wound his arm around her and they danced a slow waltz to the old Earth music,
even though Wesley kept stepping on Scarlett's shoes. To be young and in
love, Deanna thought. She turned and left the two alone.
Chapter Six
A Sleeping
Gown, A Phaser and An Evil Man
A long while later, Scarlett
practically raced through the halls in her Russian court dress, a long dress
much like Deanna's, except with a longer train. People stared at her as she
passed them by. Her quarters were three floors below and she had to risk taking
a turbolift--she could never climb through the vast tunnels of the ship in this
outfit. She was able to catch a turbolift, fortunately, but she entered to find
Will, Data and another man she had never seen before wearing a metal visor over
his eyes. Before she could escape, the doors closed behind her. All three men
stared at her, Will with an eyebrow raised in his "Okay, that's really
weird" fashion. "Why am I wearing this dress?" she said,
answering a thought by Will. "That's a very good question. You see, it's
kind of a long story. And I've got to work a little more on your warp core
because I said it would be working before you could say 'Warp 9' but a few
things went a little nutty including Jean--er, Captain Picard's
disappearance--by the way, is he back? Yes? Hmm. This I've got to see."
The turbolift arrived at her floor.
"Well, gentlemen, it was nice talking to you. Gotta go. Ta ta. So long.
Bye." With that she turned and fled down the hall, nearly tripping on her
train. I am so glad to be out of there, she thought. But Jean-Luc is
back? No, it couldn't be him. It has to be the man we saw on the viewer.
When she entered her quarters, she couldn't believe what she saw. The rooms
were in disarray. The drape was ripped into shreds and laying on the floor. The
soft silk pillow was torn open. Soft feathers were everywhere, like snow, which
lightly dusted the floor of her quarters. Her clothes were spread out, a few
damaged. She sighed as she picked up her old, comfortable, scarlet muslin gown
she usually wore to bed. The shoulders were ripped off and the bottom gone. Her
white dimity gown would have to do for tonight. As she slipped out of her court
dress and into the clothes she had worn earlier, she just knew
"Jean-Luc" had ramsacked her room, but why? There was nothing she had
of value--except for the necklace given to her by the Queen of Pyoria just last
year. What would he want with it? And how would he know she had it? She never
told a soul, not even Deanna. By this time, she was completely dressed. She
stepped out into the hall and found Wesley hovering around her door. "Okay,
what do you want now?" she said teasingly. She began walking down the
hall, Wesley following her. "I'm going try again to get into Starfleet
Academy soon and if I have some kind of experience it will look better on my
application," he said.
"So you want to help?"
"Exactly." Scarlett
paused. "Okay, you can. But don't do anything you're unsure without asking
me first. I mean, we don't want this ship blowing up or anything, right?"
"Right."
Hours later, the two came laughing
out of engineering. At first Scarlett had been shocked to find that the man in
charge of it all was the man with the metal visor from the turbolift, who
introduced himself as Lieutenant Geordi La Forge. His rank meant nothing to the
girl, who just wanted to go ahead and get to work so she could make tracks for
the book Ella Enchanted, stuffed under a pillow in her quarters. The
hours had passed by something like this:
"Laser
scanner."
"Laser
scanner."
"Digital
wrench."
"Digital wrench,
digital wrench. Aha! Digital wrench."
"Commander Troi, do you hear me?"
"Yes, Will--Commander Riker, sir?"
"We just lost our view of space--the viewer is playing an ancient Earth
television show identified as "I Love Lucy."
"Sorry about that, sir. We'll get it fixed right away. Wesley! I
need that laser scanner again."
"You have the laser
scanner."
"No, I--oh, here it
is. Got space again, Commander Riker?"
"No."
"Laser screwdriver,
Wesley. How about now?"
"Now it's playing a
show called, let's see here, um, "Gilligan's Island."
"Augh! Wesley, hand
me that tool."
"Which tool?"
"That tool, right
there. No, not that one. That one."
"Oh."
"How about now,
Criker?"
"Excuse me? What
did you say?"
"I said, 'How about
now, Commander Riker?' Wesley, stop laughing!"
"You said
what?"
"How About Now,
Commander Riker?'."
"What?"
"HOW ABOUT NOW,
COMMANDER RIKER!!"
"What?"
"Oh, forget
it."
Back in the present, the two were
still laughing about the viewer playing the two television shows and how Scarlett
had called Commander Riker "Criker." As they rounded the corner,
Scarlett saw the most awful thing she had ever seen.
It was girl. She was crying,
and thus her long hay gold hair was
wet. A phaser was aimed at her head. And that phaser was held by Jean-Luc
Picard.
Chapter
Seven
A Threat, a
Klingon and a Bothersome Brother
"Take one move and I
shoot," growled Jean-Luc, yanking the girl closer to him by her hair. The
girl began to cry harder. "It's okay, Adrianna," said Wesley
soothingly. Adrianna sniffed, her tears still flowing openely down her face.
The two older kids looked at each other. They had no choice but to just stay
where they were and watch Adrianna suffer. Scarlett, however, began the same
difficult process her cousin had done to contact her....
Up on the bridge,
Deanna was aware that something was wrong. She just didn't know what. Suddenly
Scarlett's voice broke through her head. Deanna, you have to help us.
"Something's wrong," she said.
Criker turned to look at her. "What do you mean?" he asked.
It's Adrianna Lewison, rang through Deanna's head. "It's Adrianna
Lewison," she finally replied. Criker signaled to a Klingon named Worf.
"Aye, sir," he said and strode out of the bridge.
Scarlett still didn't know if her telepathic connection had
worked to tell her cousin what was happening. If it doesn't, she
thought, someone's bound to come along sometime or another. But,
suprisingly, no one did. Just as she was about to give up, Worf turned to corner.
Klingon, thought Scarlett. Worf suddenly laid the man unconcious with a
blow to the back of his head. The phaser slipped from his grasp, but he held
tight to Adrianna's hair. Wesley slid forward to pull it out, and the man
looked up with an evil gleam to his eye. He grasped the phaser once more, this
time aiming it at Wesley. "No!" screamed Scarlett as the man put his
thumb to the trigger. She suddenly kicked her foot forward, hitting the man
hard in the stomach. He fell back, writhing in pain. This time, his fingers let
go of Adrianna's hair. Scarlett scooped the girl up in her arms and began
running down the hall to her quarters, Wesley and Worf both in hot pursuit.
When they were safely inside, Scarlett said, "Computer, lock doors. Answer
only to my voice command. No one else. Got it?" The computer complied, and
they could hear furious banging on the outside of the door. Scarlett held the
girl even tighter to her. "We might have to stay in here for a long
time," she said into Adrianna's ear. "But we'll be okay."
"But what about my
parents?" Scarlett stopped to think. "You'll see them pretty
soon," Wesley put in. Scarlett shot him a thankful look. "Would you
like anything to eat or drink?" she asked Adrianna. "Cookies,"
she replied, knowing very well her mother would not like her eating something like that.
A few hours later,
Wesley and Scarlett were the only ones in the room, eating a small bowl of
speghytte beif from Scarlett's home planet and looking over everything they
could find on Jean-Luc. Suddenly Scarlett, laying on the couch, bolted upright,
a datapadd in her hand. "Wesley, listen to this. Jean-Luc Picard had a
twin brother, Claude` Mignon Picard, who disappeared in 2356. He was last seen
in 2364 in a Klingon bird of prey, tracking down the U.S.S. Enterprise
NCC-1701-D. That's this ship!" she exclaimed, jumping up from the couch.
"It has to be Claude`!" she continued excitedly. "Adrianna must
have suprised him or something while he was trying to work out battle plans or
whatever but I do know this." She began to pace. "He most certainly
is trying to take over this vessel, and then," she concluded in a lowered
voice, "he will destroy Earth."
On the now cloaked
potato ship, a mysterious figure struggled at his bindings.
A few minutes later,
Scarlett and Wesley stretched one of Scarlett's deep blue ball gown sashes
across the hallway by Jean-Luc's quarters. Down the hall, Deanna opened one of
the doors to the many tunnels of the ship. "Okay, let's go over this one
more time," said Scarlett. "We have Claude` beamed out of his
quarters and into the hall. He rushes back to his quarters, because there's
obviously something important in there, trips on the sash, flies into the tube,
and Deanna, you lock him in and he's trapped." Touching the commbadge
thing, she rapped out her rank and said, "Transporter room 1, beam
Jean-Luc Picard into the hallway outside his quarters." Nearly instantly,
Claude` was there. He took off in a mad run for his quarters, and, as Scarlett
had predicted, tripped on the sash and flew into the tunnel, where Deanna
bagged him. "Yes!" exclaimed Scarlett, and she and Wesely hi-fived.
Deanna just smiled and thought, Good work.
Later, Deanna walked into Scarlett's quarters just as
Scarlett was walking out wearing a light blue dress with embroidered pictures
of sunsets, red roses and little scotty dogs. Her eyes were sparkling like the
little diamonds on her uniform."Where are you going?" Deanna asked.
"Wesley
and I are having dinner at, oh, what is it called, Ten-Forward," she said,
blushing. Before she could do anything else, Wesley appeared at her door.
"Oh, hi, Counselor Troi," he said, before shifting his attention to
Scarlett. "Hello...Scarlett." As he took her hand and they strode
down the hall, Deanna could hear Scarlett murmur back, "Hello, my Wesley
imzadi." Scarlett had refered to Wesley as her loved one. Deanna felt her
feelings rush toward her: sadness, for a love lost, anger, for her cousin
stealing her catch phrase, happiness, for Scarlett and more things she did not
know.
Chapter Eight
A Dinner
Date, An Game of Poker and A Sleeping Ship
When Scarlett first imagined the
this Ten-Forward place, she thought of a dull room where people sat around and ate.
Was she ever wrong. When she and Wesley walked in, she saw a game of poker in
the corner, Criker among the players. Oh, bundle of joy, thought
Scarlett, and small band playing jazz There were also people spread out across
the room, some at the bar, others at the tables. A woman behind the counter of
the bar called out, "Hey, Wesley, who's your friend?" As Wesley
responded, Scarlett let her attention drift the poker game. She had played it
on the Carlin, perhaps they wouldn't mind if she joined in. Wesley seemed
pretty engaged in the conversation, so she walked over. "Mind if I join
in?" she asked. An older woman with curly light brown hair smiled.
"Of course," she replied, and dealt the cards. "I bet ten,"
she continued. The bet was passed around until it came to Scarlett. "Ten
and I raise you a hundred," she said. Criker raised his eyebrows.
"What makes you think you can make such a bold bet?" he asked.
Scarlett smiled. "'In your honor, a royal flush,'" she quoted from an
old Earth movie, "The Parent Trap,’’ showing her cards to the group.
Wesley suddenly appeared. "Well, got to fly, nice playing with you,
though. How about some other time?" With that, she turned and joined
Wesley at a table by the window. He was looking at a holo-menu. "May I
recommend the Titarian souffle`? It's delicious," he said. "And if
you're feeling down, it really makes you feel better." He glanced up at
her. "What's wrong?" Scarlett sighed. "My mother loved Titarian
souffle`. Sometimes she and I would go and sit in the sunroom and gaze out at
the lake while eating a big bowl of it. You're right, it does make you feel
better." She began gazing up and down at the menu and finally decided on
Yotegan Chicken. Wesley ordered the souffle`. He then sat staring into
Scarlett's emerald eyes. What to say ? he wondered. Scarlett jumped in. "Where are your
parents, Wesley?" she asked.
"My mother used to be the
doctor here," he responded, "now she's over at Starfleet Medical. My
father died many years ago. I miss him." Their food suddenly arrived.
Wesley stabbed his souffle` and it deflated with a ffff. Scarlett felt his
pain, and suddenly said, "So, what did you think of the uh, situation with
Adrianna Lewison today?"
The time zipped by. When Scarlett
found herself in bed, she was too excited to sleep. And, listening to Wesley's
thoughts, she knew he was, too.
The morning of
Scarlett's third day on the Enterprise dawned with amazing brightness. But in
her first minutes of wakefulness (she had finally drifted off) she knew
something was wrong. She tried to listen to Criker's thoughts, but she heard
nothing. What's going on? she asked herself with alarm. She was only
picking up the thoughts of Wesley and the woman from the poker game last night.
Deanna! she thought in panic. She jumped from her bed and into the hall.
Her feet tripped over the long white dimity, and, while trying to keep from
falling, she ran into Wesley. "What's happening?" she cried out.
Wesley took a minute to answer, looking at her in her long, no shoulders, drawstrings,
sleeping dress and loose hair. Scarlett grew impatient. "Wesley!" she
snapped. Wesley shook his head. "What was the question? Oh, yeah. What's
going on. I don't know, really. From what I heard it's some kind of sleeping
gas or something like that." Scarlett took off once more. "Come
on!" she yelled over her shoulder. They were soon running side by
side."Why weren't we affected?" Scarlett asked, not slowing her pace,
knowing very well why she was not, but not daring enough to tell him. Wesley
just shrugged. "Where are we going?"
"The transporter room. I have a
feeling Claude` Picard has escaped-" she paused in her speech-"No, he
has escaped, at least from the tube we capture him in. We're going toward
Earth--probably Warp 9--and the only chance we have to save it is to overtake
Claude` Picard." She strode boldly into the transporter room.
A few minutes later
Scarlett and Wesley appeared on the bridge in the shimmering column of the
transporter. Scarlett immediatly sensed Claude` Picard wasn't there. But her cousin
was. "Deanna!" she exclaimed and hurried over to the slumped figure.
She hurriedly checked for life signs. Okay. Phew. That was close. She looked up
at Wesley. "Glass of Zimbarian water. I need a glass of Zimbarian water.
There's a replicator over there. Hidden. Trust me." In a zip he was gone,
and in a zip he was back. "Sorry about this, Deanna," she murmured
and dumped the contents of the glass onto her face. Deanna awakened with a
start."What happened?" she asked, getting to her feet. "We'll
explain that later," said Scarlett. "Right now we've got a planet to
save." She turned at the sound of two doors opening simaltaneously. From
one stepped Claude` and from the other stepped Data. He pulled a phaser, and
Scarlett, seeing his response, did the same. "Let's turn the tables,"
she said, "You take one move, and I shoot." Wesley shook his head. If
only I had a phaser, he thought. Claude` turned, as if to run, and Scarlett
shot right into his back. He crumpled to the ground. "I suggest you take
him to a place that'll confine him," she said. Data slung the man over his
shoulder and easily dragged him off the bridge. Scarlett went over to the
captain's chair. "'Scuse me, Criker," she muttered and pushed him out
of the chair. He fell the floor with a thud. She took his place, Deanna settled
into her usual chair and Wesley took his place at the helm. "Hey, Wes, set
a course for where we lost Captain Picard. Warp 9," said Scarlett, a
feeling of excitement racing through her. Deanna smiled. She could sense that excitement.
"We're ready, Scar-er,
Commander," said Wesley. Scarlett leaned forward. "Let's rock and
roll." With that, the Enterprise shot away in a blur of light.
Chapter Nine
A Mouthful
of Fuzz, A Wet Commander and a Cloaked Ship
A little later Commander Riker came
to his senses and swallowed a big ball of fuzz. "Ugh!" he said and
looked up. Wesley and Data were at the helm, Deanna was in her place
and--Scarlett had the bridge. He stood up and realized he was soaking wet.
"Okay, what's going on here?" he asked.
"You're
not too happy, are you, Commander Riker?" asked Scarlett, stifling a
laugh. Wesley turned around. "You're wet because Zimbarian water is the
best cure for sleeping gas. At least that's what she said." He turned
back. Criker turned his attention to the girl, eyes ablaze. "Explain
yourself, Commander Troi." Scarlett rose, hands behind her back. "You
see, it goes something like this," she began, and related the whole story
of Claude` Picard and why she soaked him with Zimbarian water. "And that's
all there is to say." Criker stared at her thoughtfully. Then he said,
"What do you think, Deanna?"
"He's very angry, but it's
undirected anger. Almost as if he's angry with the whole ship." Wesley
suddenly turned his attention to Scarlett. We're at the place, he
thought, knowing she could hear. She nodded.
Then she said, so all could hear, "Wesley says we're at the place
where the ship disappeared. It's got to be there. It is there. It's just
cloaked."Criker looked suprised. But he regained his composure and said,
"How are we going to de-cloak it?"
"There are ways around
that," Scarlett said slyly. She moved to the first officer's unoccupied
chair and pulled out the hidden computer panel. She began to work.
In about
thirty seconds, she exclaimed, "Got it!" The potato ship was in full
sight on the viewer. By now the others were awakening. "Why are we back
here?" asked one of the young ensigns (older than Scarlett). Scarlett
turned and rolled her eyes at the ensign. "Why do you think? To play ping
pong? Don't think so." Criker was halfway to the turbolift. "Data,
Worf, Commander Troi-"
"I prefer Scarlett,"
replied the girl.
"Whatever. Wesley, you have the
bridge." Deanna leaped from her seat. "Let me come too!" she
said, not wanting to leave Scarlett alone. Scarlett wasn't happy. "I don't
need your help, Deanna!" she exclaimed angrily just before the doors
closed.
The away team were on
board the ship before you could say, "Beam us over". It was brightly
lit, so bright Criker covered his eyes. Can't stand a little sun, Criker?
smirked Scarlett. A fountain bubbled in the corner, a large picture of a lovely
young girl, her smile scribbled over and darts sticking out of it. Alexis,
Scarlett thought sadly.
"Okay, split up," said
Criker. Data and Worf were gone before he finished speaking, and Scarlett found
herself paired with Criker. They took off down a corridor. Scarlett stopped
suddenly in front of an intricately carved door. "He's in here," she
told Criker. "He wouldn't be in some place so obvious," he replied.
"That's the point,"
Scarlett shot back.
"Did I ask you?"
"No. I asked
myself."
"That's not the way it
works."
"It is
now."
"Listen to me, Miss Troi. I am
your commanding officer. You will do what I say."
"I don't take commands from
anybody, Criker."
"That's what you called me! I
hate it."
"Criker! Criker! Criker!"
"Stop circling me."
"I told you. I don't take
commands from anybody."
"Will you listen to me for one
minute?"
"Will is your name, not mine.
My name is Scarlett-"
"I know what your name
is!"
"Now, how did we get my name
into something about doors?"
"I don't know. Anyway,
that door is the right door."
"Fine. I'll go through this
door, you go somewhere else."
Scarlett, who knew where Jean-Luc
was by tapping into his thoughts, went through the door. The room was
grandoise, with a large silk couch, a second fountain large enough to bathe in,
a turbolift that led up to a loft, where an humongous overstuffed bed was,
covered in a crimson velvet coverlet. Then Scarlett heard a sound. It came from
one of the few dark corners of the room. Startled, she drew her phaser and
advanced.
Chapter
Eleven
Alexis, A
Bunch of Books and a Warp Core Breach
Meanwhile, Criker had stumbled onto
a small room, unlike the rest of the ship. It had a low, hard cot with a thin,
scratchy wool blanket. It had padd-books laid on it, a small stuffed dog, a
white silk dress and a....body. It was well preserved, blue eyes wide open,
shoulder-length orange hair tied back with a green ribbon, wearing a blue satin
dress with pink trim, obviously extended to cover her long, graceful legs. Yet
another padd lay on top of her. This one said, in slim, curly writing, "To
My Dear Jean-Luc".
While Criker was
discovering the body, Scarlett was hunting for the origin of the mysterious
noise. Suddenly she saw a figure coming toward her. "Don't move," she
said, as she took a step toward it. "Captain Jean-Luc," she said.
"Wait. How do I know you're not Claude`?"
"Commander Troi, I'm Jean-Luc."
Scarlett lowed her phaser. "It's good to see you again. Well, you know
what I mean."
"It's all that no good brother
of mine," said Jean-Luc, frowning. Then, the ship shook violently.
Scarlett was thrown off her feet and hit her head on the fountain. As the ship
rocked again, Jean-Luc picked her up. (As she was still) Until now, he
realized, he had never seen how beautiful she was. Although much like Counselor
Troi, Scarlett's hair was a tinge darker. But he had no time to admire this, as
he was nearly thrown down by a shudder of the ship. He hit Scarlett's commbadge
thing with his chin. "Number One, report!" he barked.
"Good to hear your voice,
Captain," said Criker. "This ship isn't going to last. According to
Data, we have two minutes and 47 seconds to get out. The only place we can beam
out is 17 meters from your location."
"See you there,"
proclaimed Jean-Luc and strode quicky out of the room. He expected this to be a
simple escape...until he saw the body Criker held onto. Instantly memories came
flooding back: the first time he had met her, the white satin handkerchief she
had sewn. "Only the best for you," she'd exclaimed. He nearly dropped
Scarlett to the floor. "Hey! Um, Jean-Luc, I don't think right now is the
time for an emotional attack," she said, not opening her eyes. (A free
ride is a free ride) She had felt his pain, his sadness. Criker hit his
commbadge thing. "Riker to transporter room one. Six to beam up." And
they were gone. Even Alexis.
Wesley had been
excited for his first time having the bridge. But when he saw the ship explode,
he bit his lip. Deanna, sensing his nervousnes (she was nervous, too!)
contacted the transporter room. "Do you have them?"
"What do you think?" said
an all-to-familiar voice. Wesley grinned.
Wesley's mother
turned out to be the current doctor on the Enterprise. When she insisted
everybody be checked out (she had found radiation on Claude`'s ship) Scarlett
merely shook her head and said, "Sorry. I have places to go and people to
see." With that, she ran into the hall, where she and Wesley embraced
fondly.
Chapter Twelve
The Celebration,
Confessions, and Departing
That night was a celebration of both
Captain Picard's return and the fact that the ship could continue it's real
mission. Scarlett attended, of course, wearing the Pyorrion necklace and a
stunning black velveteen dress with black sequins. She gracefully drifted at
Wesley's side, her eyes sparkling again. She was sorry that their warp drive
was fixed--for this meant she would have to go back to the Carlin.
"Nothing ever happens there," she told Jean-Luc and Geordi La Forge.
She knew she would miss both of them, as well as the good android Data,
Wesley's mother, little Adrianna Lewison (who attended the celebration). She
would not, of course, miss "Criker". But her heart would ache for
Wesley. She might have missed Deanna, too, but she and Deanna still weren't
speaking. She pulled Wesley to a corner and said, "Wesley, I have
something very important to tell you." Her heart was racing and her palms
were sweaty. "I-I, uh-"
Deanna, I guess I was
wrong, she tried to tell
her cousin. I guess I need your help after all. How do I tell Wesley I love
him?
Finally!
Deanna thought, sighing. Just say it, Scarlett. You'll be fine. Scarlett
took a deep breath. "Wesley, I have grown very close to your over the last
few days. I will be so sorry to go because, well, Wesley, I...I love you."
Wesley looked deeply into her eyes. "I do, too." Before she could say
anything, one of Wesley's friends came up to him. "Where've you been,
Wes?" Wesley looked at Scarlett apologetically, and began to answer him.
Scarlett glanced at him. Life is good, she thought. So good. She
sauntered over to Jean-Luc, who was alone. He was thinking about Alexis.
"You can't hold onto her forever," Scarlett said softly. "You
can keep her journal, but you can't keep the sadness. She'll always be in your
memory, Jean-Luc." He looked at her. "I suppose you're right,"
he said. Then he completely changed the subject. "I have to apologize
again for the "Trouble" thing. It was completely wrong on my
part."
"Like I said, no big
deal." She stood up on a chair. "Hey! Everybody! I'd like to propose
a toast to everyone aboard this ship. You're very exciting people. And
Adrianna, you're going to be a terrific person. I'll miss you all." Except
you, Criker, she thought.
Early the next
morning, Jean-Luc, Criker, Deanna and Wesley were in the transporter room to
say good-bye. Scarlett had something for each of them. "Jean-Luc,"
she said, handing him a large bottle, "I heard you like ships in bottles.
Here you go. Keep it safe. And er, Criker, here's a package of Zimbarian water.
I wasn't going to give you anything, but hey. Deanna, I thought you might like
to hold onto the necklace the Queen of Pyoria gave me. And Wesley, I just like
to give you this box. It's not just any box. Don't open until I'm gone."
She gave them all one last look. "Oh, I can't stand long good-byes."
She jumped up on the transporter pad, bag in hand. "We will meet
again." And she was gone. Wesley opened the box. "Wesley, you
probably opened this box the moment I left," said a hologram Scarlett.
"You dirty rat! Close it and save it for when you really miss me." And so he did...but that moment turned out to
be two seconds later.
Chapter
Thirteen
Fourteen
Years Later
Jean-Luc and Wesley's mother were
conversing at Deanna's wedding to Criker, when a voice broke through.
"Mom! Captain!" yelled Wesley, running up to them. He was wearing a
lieutenant's uniform. He was one talented kid, no one could deny that. He had
left his career a little too early, but he had returned. No doubt he would be
the best of the best. "I have the night duty shift in engineering,"
Wesley was saying, "We have a double-refracting warp core matrix with twin
inter-mix chambers that-"
His attention drifted as a pretty
young girl passed by...a very familiar pretty young girl wearing a white silk
dress uniform top covered with sequins, and a short strand of white sapphires.
She smiled at him, and he inched after her. "See ya later, Mom," he
said. Where have I seen that girl before? Jean-Luc wondered. Meanwhile,
Wesley said, "Hi. I'm Wesley. What's your name?" The girl stared at
him with wide eyes. "Wesley? I didn't recognize you. You're even more
handsome now than before." He was looking confused, so she continued,
"Don't you remember? Claude` Picard? The Zimbarian water thing? I'm
Scarlett! Scarlett-"
"Maria Troi," finished
Wesley. He did remember. This was Scarlett now? She was taller, that was for sure,
and she was definitely more beautiful.
"Thank you," she said. She gave him a quick peck on the cheek.
"So," he said, pulling her over to a table, "what did you do
after the Enterprise incident?"
"Nothing. Absolutely nothing.
Except for actually attending Starfleet Academy. I passed with flying
colors." She paused. "I'm not bragging, am I?"
"Not at all."
"Okay. Life wasn't the same
after the Enterprise thing. Did you get my letters? No? Oh, that's too
bad. Well, we're here now. Where are
you doing now?"
"I'm going with
Commander--Captain Riker to his new ship, the Titan." She gasped.
"You are? So am I! I"m going to be his first officer.What a bundle of
joy. But it was either this or living with my aunt. You've met her, right?
Right? Oh. I feel for you." Wesley recognized the look she was giving him.
It was the way she used to gaze into his eyes before she said something
marvelous. "Scarlett!" called Deanna, waving her over to her table.
"Hold you horses, Deanna!" Scarlett shouted. "See you later, Wesley."
As she drifted to Deanna's table, Wesley sighed. Criker came over to him.
"Wesley, was that the girl who called me Criker?"
"Mmm," Wesley said.
"Ugh!" Criker exclaimed.
"Darling!" sighed Wesley
dreamily.
Scarlett was the
first aboard the brand new U.S.S. Titan. It was similar to the Enterprise,
except sleeker and darker, not in lighting, however, inside. When she first beamed on, a tall blue man, with aqua eyes
and hair, a Zimbarian, babbled, "Cyksh kyl'mer keshqpult."
Translation: Welcome.
"Cyksh kyl'mer keshqpult
tenuosh. Argge wqqi hyshppm nba?" Translation: Welcome yourself. Can you
speak English?
"Yes, of course. I hope you
will find our hospitality quite good," said the Zimbarian as Scarlett
stepped off the platform. "Look. All I want is a tour of the ship. Not the
Zimbarian Greeting Squad. Okay?" The Zimbarian bowed nervously and began
babbling to himself in his language. Scarlett rolled her eyes and followed him.
The first hall was long and black
coated, with sleek grey floors and dark green doors. The Zimbarian stopped in
front of one of the doors. "These are your quarters. I hope you find them
satisfactory." The doors slid open, and Scarlett stepped in. The bed was
in one corner, looking out the large windows. A long table stood over to the
side, by the replicator, a few couches in the center, and the sonic shower was to the left. Scarlett threw herself on
the bed. Nexsaan down. Very comfortable. She felt something hard, long and
smooth under her. What's this? she thought, pulling it out. It was a
padd for writing and such. Acsessing it, she hit, "Dear Wesley, Guess
what. The beds here are Nexsaan down and the ship is an awesome sight. How long
will you be visiting your family? Criker and Deanna won't be here for at least
a week, although it's supposed to be earlier. Something is going to happen. I
know it. Well, I have to go. Your Scarlett." She found her eyelids
drooping. She hadn't had any sleep for 48 hours. With that, she was asleep.
Hours later, she woke
with a small scream. She had just had a dream of something awful! The
Enterprise was practically being pulled to bits by a Romulan warbird! Relax,
she told herself, it's only a dream. She rolled off the bed and
checked the small clock. Fourteen hundred hours! She was supposed to be on the
bridge for something or another she couldn't remember in thirty minutes. She
leaped to her feet and ran to the bag she had brought, the same bag she had had
when she was sixteen. How long ago that seemed! I haven't changed, she
reminded herself. I still won't take orders from Criker. I still love
Wesley. I'm still the same. Finding a deep magenta dress that trailed
behind her on the ground, and had slits on the side that went up to her mid
calves, she pulled that on, ditching her uniform on the bed. The commbadge
thing was completely awful with this dress, so she let it stay on the uniform.
Then the doorbell sounded. This doorbell wasn't any less annoying then the
Enterprise ones. "Come in!" she called, and twirled around, the dress
flying out beside her. As the doors slid open, Wesley was there. "Oh,
Wesley!" Scarlett cried. She flung her arms around his neck. "I
thought you wouldn't be here for days!" Wesley shook his head. "I
left their planet this morning and came here Warp 9. I just wanted to see the
place." And you, Scarlett heard him think. She let her arms fall.
"I have to be on the bridge in just a few minutes." She rushed out.
"Are you coming, or not?"
Chapter
Fourteen
The Bridge,
The Triplets and a Helm
The halls were suprisingly easy to
navigate in this ship. Scarlett ran onto the bridge and stopped to a screeching
halt. There were three young women at the helm, the three typical chairs of
command, and Scarlett realized, with suprise, that one of them was hers. While
no one paid any attention to her, she whistled and shouted, "Hey!
Everybody listen!" The girl on the end of the three at the helm turned.
"We don't have any time for jokes, lady," she said.
"But I'm the first
officer!"
"Yeah, right. If you were the
first officer, you wouldn't be wearing that dress."
"Well, maybe I'm not from
Earth. As I matter of fact, I'm not. I'm from the Nep-yar Forest on Betazed.
Care to introduce me to the crew?"
"Why should I? It's none of
your business."
The seemingly identical girl to the
one who was speaking said, "Oh, give it a rest, Madison." She stood
up and walked over to Scarlett. "Hi. My name is Tatiana Carmicheal . That
was my sister Madison and the other one is Abbie Jaspreet. That one is Steryko.
He's a Vulcan. That boy with the spiky hair is Judd." Judd was a very
weird man with black hair sticking out of his ears and a bunch of matching
messy hair on his large head. "Their names are Crazy, Creepy and
Contispated," he said. Scarlett shook her head. "I'm Scarlettamaria
Troi, but call me Scarlett. Not Commander Scarlett, or Commander Troi, for that
matter, because there would be one too many C. Trois around here, or else I'll
teach you a lesson right there, right now. I mean it. And this, this is
Wesley." Tatiana could tell by the way Scarlett looked at Wesley that she
loved him. And so did she.
Scarlett found Wesley
tailing after her on her way back to her quarters. "What do you
want?" she asked.. Wesley shook his head. "I remember when you were
on the Enterprise and we fixed the warp drive."
"I fixed the warp drive. You
handed me tools."
"Whatever," Wesley
replied. "I just wanted to ask you to come to the holodeck with me
tonight."
"They have a holodeck?"
Scarlett asked. "Good! I'll be there." She turned to enter her
quarters. "See you." The special gaze fell upon them, and she, as the
dictionary would put it, "touched him gently with her lips". She
turned suddenly and ran into her quarters. Wesley was in a dreamy trance as he
headed for his own quarters, so that explained why he bumped straight into the
triplets. "Hello," crooned Abbie Jaspreet.
"How ya doing?" said
Madison, trying to gaze into his unfocused eyes.
"Do you want to come to the On
the Ship restuarant with me?" asked Tatiana.
Now Wesley didn't notice any of this
as he tried to walk on, not knowing they were there. They blocked his way.
Madison suddenly seized him roughly by the uniform shirt and pulled him into a
kiss. Wesley's eyes were angry as he struggled to escape. Scarlett just
happened to stick her head out of her quarters to ask him something a split
second after Madison grabbed him. Her eyes grew wide and hurt. That hurt
changed to anger and she stormed down the hall. Wesley suddenly pushed away from
Madison. "Scarlett! Come back!" he cried and ran after her.
"Just look what you've caused," he called over his shoulder to
Madison. "Scarlett!"
Madison turned to Tatiana.
"Great idea, Tatiana," she said sarcastically. "Using Abbie Jaspreet
and I to get Wesley for you. Can't you tell that he's in love with. with--oh
what's-her-name? You just want him because he looks nice. You are so greedy!
Come on, Abbie." The two girls linked arms and strode down the hall.
Tatiana just seized her commbadge thing and threw it angrily to the floor.
Meanwhile, Wesley had finally caught
up with Scarlett. "Scarlett, won't you listen?" Scarlett just turned
away bad-temperdly and said, "Computer, can you transport from this
location?"
"Affirmative."
"Beam me to Room 456, Deck
8." And she was gone. Wesley turned and ran as fast as he could to
Scarlett's quarters. "Computer, open this door."
"This door has been sealed by
Commander Scarlett Troi."
"Scarlett, open up.
Please." When several minutes of begging and pleading ended, Wesley
shocked himself by running to the nearest replicator. It may not seem all that
amazing, but read on.
Scarlett finally
heard Wesley leave. She opened the door and stared out at engineering, across
the hall, angrily. Why did Wesley have to go and pretend he loved her when he
really loved Madison What's-Her-Name? If he didn't want to be with her anymore,
why didn't he just say it? Maybe she could learn by listening to his thoughts.
No. She couldn't let that interfere with their relationship.
Wesley appeared in front of her. One
hand was behind his back. "Scarlett, I can explain for that." She
turned away. "Go away, Wesley." Wesley wasn't about to give up.
"Listen to me." Then the story poured out. Scarlett looked at him.
"It was an accident?" she said slowly, trying to understand. Wesley
nodded. He pulled his arm out from behind his back. A large bouquet of flowers
was in it. "Here," he said and handed it to her. She smelled them.
"They're beautiful. Wait--you're up to something. I know it." She
then noticed the scarlet diamond sparkling in the carnation. "What?"
she said to herself and gently wiggled it out. It was a ring with a pure gold
band. "Wesley," she breathed, looking up at him. He took a deep breath.
"Scarlett, I know you love me and I love you. Will you marry me?"
"Yes!" exclaimed Scarlett.
"Of course. But we have to wait until Deanna and Criker get here. Oh, and
the guest list! Deanna and the crew, of course, Jean-Luc Picard, my friends
Carson and Kristen from the Carlin, Adrianna Lewison, everyone from the
Enterprise! I suppose we'll have to invite my aunt Lwaxana, and Evan VanderHoff
from Earth and oh! I have so much to do!" She kissed Wesley gently on the
cheek and ran screaming with excitement into her quarters. She just ducked back
in time to grab the bouquet. Wesley walke away in a state of pure happiness,
nothing else.
A week later,
Scarlett was there when Deanna and Criker beamed aboard. The Zimbarian Greeting
Squad began his typical greeting, and Criker's eyes zoomed in on Scarlett.
"Yes, you might ask what I am doing here," she said. "Guess
what. I'm your first officer. No, I'm not glad either. But it was either you or
my aunt, so I picked you." She draped one arm over his shoulder, the other
over Deanna's. "What do you two think of Wesley Crusher?"
"He's a very nice boy,"
said Deanna, "very sure of himself and compassionate. I'd spend a long
time naming his good qualities."
"How about you, Criker?"
Scarlett asked.
"He's nice. Why are you asking
me?"
"Why are you telling me?"
Scarlett retorted. "In exactly seven days, two hours, thirty-four minutes
and fifty-seconds, Wesley will be part of our big, happy family." She shot
a look at Criker, her eyebrows in a solid line.
Deanna shrieked like a
teenager, and Scarlett stumbled back, tripping on the transporter and falling.
"What was that for?" she asked. Deanna threw her arms around
Scarlett. "I'm just excited, that's all!"
Five days later,
Scarlett's quarters were the place to be for the bridal shower. Adrianna
Lewison sat upright on one of the couches, eating a bowl of Titarian souffle`.
Her mother was chatting away with Wesley's mother Beverly. Deanna's mother and
Scarlett's aunt Lwaxana was begging Scarlett to tell her if the ceremony was
going to be the tradition Betazoid one or the Earth one. A rather unusal woman
whose hat once knocked Scarlett to the ground was trying to get a Duckarian
woman to come out of the sonic shower. Scarlett finally said, "Okay, who
invited the Duckarian?"
"I thought you did,"
Deanna responded.
"I thought you did,"
Scarlett told her
The Duckarian woman was beamed back onto her ship.
"Just tell me if there are
going to be clothes or not," Lwaxana said."If you don't, I won't
come." Scarlett sighed. "Yes,
there are going to be clothes."
"Phew!" said
Beverly.
Chapter
Fifteen
The
Wedding
The hall outside of On the Ship
restuaraunt was completely deserted, except for Scarlett, Deanna and Adrianna.
"Are you ready?" Deanna asked her cousin. "If I'm not ready,
this ship is an inflatable duck," Scarlett said. The doors slid open, and
she walked in, bouquet in hand.
Wesley was overcome by the sight of
his beautiful bride. She was wearing a white dress of imported silk and
duchesse satin she had embroidered herself in a 16th century Scottish motif.
Her hair was side of her head, and the Pyorrian necklace graced her neck. She
smiled at Wesley, waved to Kristen and Carson, did the Vulcan "Live Long
and Prosper" thing to Evan. She didn't even let the sight of Criker as
Wesley's best man ruin the happiest day of her life yet. As she reached Wesley,
Jean-Luc Picard, specially retrieved for the wedding, began the ceremony. When
he came to the part that Scarlett was supposed to say, "I do" she
said, "Ghty'ge yingh." Wesley said, "What she said." And
they kissed. They were together. Together forever.
At the end of their long kiss,
Scarlett frowned and said,"There's something wrong. Out there." She
pointed to the open space. Suddenly, the ship rocked. Criker hit his commbadge
thing and said, "Raise shields! Now! Red alert!" He glanced at
Scarlett. "Sorry to ruin your wedding, Mrs. Crusher-Troi,whatever, but
we've got a ship to save." Scarlett nodded. "I know."
A shimmering beam in the corner
caught her attention. A transporter. Suddenly six armed Romulans were there,
firing madly at the crowd. Scarlett grabbed the phaser concealed beneath her
dress and fired back. One Romulan fell over. She let the long beam graze the
other five, two of which joined their buddy on the ground. "Computer!"
she yelled over the phaser fire, "Beam Adrianna Lewison to a place without
Romulans."
"Specify."
"I don't care! Anywhere in the
ship." Adrianna was gone. Criker felled a Romulan with a blast from his
phaser. "Hey! Romulan guy! I'm over here!" said Scarlett, trying to
get the last one's attention. When he fired, she dodged by jumping to one side.
"Oh! Missed me. Try, try, again, you bad guy!" He shot a long shot at
her. She jumped up on the counter and leaped up to hang on a long metal bar.
The shot went right under her legs.
"Nice try. Now come on. You
can do it. Aim right for the shiny white stones." He aimed and Scarlett
flattened herself to the countertop. "Ooh. Tough break there." She
took her own phaser and brought him to the ground. Twirling it like an old
Western gun, she blew off pretend smoke. "If we didn't hate each other,
I might ask how you
do it all," Criker said. "All in a day's work," she said.
"Now let's go give some Romulans the old razzle dazzle." And with
that she wheeled out of the door.
More Romulans were in the halls,
firing at innocent people. One of the triplets (who were not invited to the
wedding) was trying to fend off a Romulan with her fists, dodging the shots
from his weapon. Her sister seized a metal bar from a replicator and whumped
him over the head with it. He fell with a sickening thud. "Nice one!"
called Scarlett. "Thanks!" said one. "Just so you know, I'm
Abbie Jaspreet. Call me Abbie. And you know Madison." More fire pinged around
them. Scarlett groaned. "Terrific time for intros," she said. Then an
idea hit her. I hope this works. She barely missed a shot as she hurried
to the replicator. "Computer, can you replicate me Rocketblades?"
Romulans were
dropping like flies at the fire of Criker's phaser. He kicked one in the
stomach and then shot him right where he kicked him. Sidestepping, he missed a
plank that one Romulan was wielding, only to dive forward again when his phaser
was knocked out of his hand. He wasn't able to reach it.The Romulan who got it
aimed it at his chest and said, "Any last words?" Criker sighed. This
was the end of him.
"Yeah! See ya! Wouldn't want to
be ya!" said Scarlett, zooming around the corner on what appeared to be
shoes with rockets, a second pair slung over her shoulder, phaser in hand. She
shot him and his comrades before he could respond. Tossing the second pair of
Rocketblades, she said, "Put these on in there. They have shields from
your upper leg up." She pointed to her quarters. "There's no Romulans
in there. I'll unlock it." When he hesitiated, she said, "Well?
Go!" He dashed in. Scarlett shot off on her Rocketblades toward the
intercrossing tunnels. There were Romulans on the bridge, she knew, now she had
to get them before they could completely take over the ship.
Commander Gormet of
the Romulan Warbird Ogre smiled in satisfaction. A whole Federation starship
was his--with not only one but two captains aboard! And the legendary
commander, too. He heard she was also quite beautiful. Yes, he decided. She
would make a rather fine wife. Scarlett shot in from the tubes.
"Sorry, but this legendary commander is taken," she said and shot her
phaser. Gormet was out before he knew what hit him. Scarlett whipped around at
just the right moment before a Romulan would have knocked her out. She
responded by knocking him out. Then she felt fire rip through her leg. She
gritted her teeth, and bent over backwards to shoot the Romulan. That took care
of the bridge. Criker appeared suddenly
in the turbolift. "Oh, hi, Criker," said Scarlett, standing upright.
"Knock any Romulans out?" Criker nodded. "Twenty-seven, last
count. Why did you help me back in the hall?"
"Look.
We're in this together, right? Might as well make the best of it."
"So you'll take orders from
me?"
"Um, let me think about that.
No!" She grimaced. Criker was at her side in an instant. "You're hurt!"
"It's just a scratch.
I'll be fine."
"If that's a scratch, I'd hate
to see what you'd call a real wound." Scarlett looked at him. "Now
look who's quoting ancient Earth," she said with as much of a smile as she
could muster.
Chapter
Sixteen
The
Problem with Q (and Scarlett)
About six months later, Scarlett sat
in her very own first officer's chair. Criker and Deanna were to her left.
Wesley was at the helm, with Abbie Jaspreet and Madison to either side. Tatiana
had been switched to the Chicagus the week after the Romulan attack; she said
it was impossible for her to continue here. Judd was blabbing on and on to
another girl named Caroline about Ou-Gi-Yh, some card game. Caroline was trying
to ignore him. It was a seemingly normal day, Scarlett said to herself, a break
from the past two days which had been days she was sick, until the wall
appeared.
It was practically endless, blocking
their way to Yotega 5. Will (that was how Scarlett now referred to him) said,
"Not now!" Scarlett stared at the wall. "No!" Suddenly a
blinding light was there, and a man in an admiral's uniform appeared.
"It's the Q," said Will with a frown. "Ahh, I see Picard's
little fledgling has learned to fly," said Q. The bridge was suddenly
gone; Scarlett, Will and Deanna found themselves in Will's ready room. Q sat in
the chair that was usually occupied by Will. "And Picard's little
fledgling is also a lovebird," he said. "But I wasn't invited to the
wedding. How sad." Then he saw Scarlett. "Ah, a double Deanna
Troi," he said, striding up to her. He stroked her chin. "And I trust
she is just as sweet and quiet as the real Deanna Troi?" Scarlett slapped
him across the face. "Does that answer your question?" she said
tempermentally. A white lightning bolt shot out of his hands to zap her,
however, Scarlett caught it in her hand and crushed it. "Guess your powers
are zilch," she said. Will and Deanna gaped at her. "How did you do
that?" Will asked. "I can't tell you. Not yet. But don't show fear.
He can smell it," Scarlett whispered, covering one side of her mouth. She
turned back to the Q. "Now how powerful do you think you are?" In a
blink of an eye, they found themselves on a Romulan War Bird. Scarlett slapped
a hand to her forehead. "Oh boy," she muttered just before the firing
began. She reached for her phaser, but it was gone with the wind.
"Q!" she yelled angrily. He appeared. "What do you want, Q
girl?" he asked, crossing his arms. Scarlett didn't let her guard down.
"Look, I'll make you a deal," she said, leaning over and whispering
in his ear.
Deanna and Will were still
hearing "Q girl" over and over. {A Q?} Will thought. Scarlett was
still whispering in Q's ear. Suddenly his annoying smile spread over his face.
"Hmm, that is something to consider," he said, snapping his fingers
and disappearing. Scarlett snapped her own fingers and tossed the two phasers
that appeared to her cousins. "Wish me luck," she said before
disappearing around the corner. The blinding light flashed again, and Scarlett,
blowing on her fingers, strode back around the corner. "That was
fun," she said, before collapsing on the floor. Deanna dropped to her
knees to see if she was alive. She was barely breathing. "She's
dying," she said fearfully. Will tried to hit his commbadge thing, but it
just made a sad clicking noise. He hurried over to a control panel and began
searching for his ship. "It's nowhere nearby," he said. "We're
in one of Q's fantasies. Again." He yelled, "Q, look what you
did!" but his cry fell on deaf ears. Scarlett sighed, then leaped to her
feet. "What? Scared you?" she asked with a laugh. Deanna nearly cried
with joy. Then Scarlett snapped her fingers again, and they found themselves on
the ship. Wesley ran over to his wife. "Are you okay?" he asked with
concern. Scarlett sighed. "Wesley, we have to go."
"Go? Go where? How long?"
Before she could reply, Q was back. "The Continuum accepts your
offer," he said. "Come along."
"I'm not going unless Wesley
goes," she responded. "And if you're not going to do that, you might
as well-" They were both gone, Scarlett, Wesley and Q.
Chapter
Seventeen
Inside the Continuum, Which, Need I
Say, Is Not The Best Place to Be
Scarlett had been to the Continuum
before, when she was young, from the day she was born until eight she had made
yearly visits to her aunts. It was, all in all, an okay place, most of the
time, except for the court, which she had visited once. Her father was on trial
for having a half-mortal child, which was, of course her. She had been no older
than four, yet she found the trial very insulting.
This trip
found them in a room with no doors or windows. "Go on," Q said, again
crossing his arms, "if my own son can use Q powers like you use a
computer, a half-mortal girl like yourself should be able to. Show me. Now.
" Scarlett felt a memory racing back. The man testifying against her
father. He had curly brown hair and the most unusual brown eyes. Q had them,
too. "I remember you," she said. "You were the prosecuter. You
were the man that had my father killed." Wesley was startled. "You
never told me that," he whispered.
"If I told you, the Q would
come after us," she said. Then she leaned over and said, very quietly,
"Watch this." Then she clicked her fingers, and Q had the head of a
duck. "Aflack!" he said. Scarlett giggled quickly before Q
transformed himself back. "Well done, young mortal," he said.
Scarlett felt her temper rise. "You say that one more time," she told
him angrily. And he did. Scarlett seized the phaser that suddenly appeared, and
fired two warning shots. Into his head. Unfortunately, they had no effect.
"Now, wouldn't it be interesting to see you marry my son. You're a perfect
match," he said with a quirk, and then, doing the typical Q "I want
something" thing, a young man, looking much like his father, appeared, and
stumbled back. "Is this one of
your fantasies?" he asked, looking at Scarlett. She's much too pretty
to be real, he thought.
"Q," said Q to his son,
"meet Scarlettamaria Troi, the half Q, half human."
"Actually," Scarlett
said, "I'm no longer Scarlettamaria Troi. I am Scarlett Maria Crusher, but
I like being called Scarlett Troi, and I'm not marrying any Q, no how, no way,
don't think so. Turn me into an ameba if you want, but I will not marry a
Q. And I am not a human. I am 100%
Betazoid, and proud of it. Do I make myself clear?"
"Ha!" laughed Q the Sequel. Scarlett narrowed her eyebrows,
then without hesitation, turned him to stone. "It should wear off,"
she said. "Eventually." Q Senior turned her into a frog, for a split
second, then she transformed herself back. "Wesley, go!" she
exclaimed, snapping her fingers. "No, Scar-" he said before finding
himself back on the ship.
The Q powers flashed back and forth. Scarlett became a pig, a dog, a
chinchilla and a turtle. Q became an eagle, a cat, a snake and a gecko. Q the
Sequel was un-stoned, only to become a CD. Scarlett began to feel like it would
never end.
Meanwhile, when Wesley flashed back onto the ship, he tripped back and
fell on a computer panel. "Cloaking ship," the voice said. Will was
startled. "We have a cloaking device?" he asked in amazement. Deanna
rolled her eyes at him. As Wesley sat up, dazed, she hurried over to him.
"Are you okay?" she asked. When he nodded, she said, "Where's
Scarlett?"
"The Continuum," he replied. "She teleported me here. We
have to go back for her!"
Will sighed. "In case you didn't notice, Wes, there's no way to get
back. Scarlett was our only connection."
"Wait!" Wesley exclaimed. "I have an idea!" He
snapped his fingers, but it didn't work. "At one point I thought I heard Q
said that he had made me a Q. I guess not." He shuffled, sulking, out of
the bridge.
"I didn't think he'd take it so harshly," said Will. Deanna
turned to him. "How would you like to have your life change completely in
just a few minutes?" she asked him, then followed Wesley out.
"Take that!" Scarlett yelled for what must have been the
two-hundreth time. This was becoming TEDIOUS! Finally she said, "Q,
stop." He stopped. "Surrendering?"
"Not on your life. But I will make you a deal." She paused.
"I will stay in the Continuum, for one month in your time. Just one month.
But I won't stay here without Wesley. If he's not here, neither am I." Q
slithered up to her. "But a month is such as short time," he said,
his voice smooth as silk. He reached for her chin again. "Won't you stay a
little longer?"
Scarlett grabbed his wrist and pulled it away. "Do you want me to
slap you again?" she asked. "You may be ageless, but you're not
invincible." Q just smirked. "A month it is," he replied,
clacking his fingers. The room changed to a Q courtroom, and Wesley was on
trial. "Oh, no," Scarlett said. She glanced quickly at who was the
judge. Q. She walked over to Wesley, a fake smile on her face. She opened her
arms and embraced him. "We have to get out of here," she whispered in
his ear. "I know," Wesley said, releasing her. Scarlett went over to
Q. "Your Honor, I'm sure your trial on Wesley will go like that," she
said, snapping her fingers. Q had glanced quickly at the audience, who were
getting quite rowdy. "Get it on with!" one shouted. "Wesley
Robert Crusher, the pathetic mortal," Q said, glancing back to where he
had last seen them, "you are charged with--" he stopped. Wesley was
gone, and Scarlett had gone with him.
Chapter
Eighteen
Q's
the Word
"Get out of here!" Scarlett screamed the moment she was back.
"Warp 9.9. It's completely safe.
Go!" Abbie stabbed visciously at the panel, and the Titan shot off
like a lightning bolt. Scarlett slid into her usual chair. "The Q is
following," she said nervously.
"No, the Q is here," said Q, spread out on her lap, his hat
slapping the side of Scarlett's cheek when he moved his head. "I'd just
like to say," said Scarlett, teleporting herself away from him, "that
you are a murderer. My father did nothing wrong. He was a Q who married the
mortal girl Minevera, sister to the Betazoid ambassador Lwaxana. So what? Sure,
he could have married a Q girl, but maybe he loved Minevera more than anyone
else, like I love Wesley. And you, you despicable man, you put him on
trial...for love! He loved her! You want to see what your trial," she spat
out the word, "did to Minevera. I don't care if you do or not!" She
clacked her fingers, and a hologram like figure stood in front of them.
"Diary entry, Minevera Troi, August 16, 2356. Today is Maria's birthday.
She is six years old. She is becoming quite a beautiful girl. Her father would
be proud. The happiness of her birthday is dimmed by the fact that we will have
to visit the Continuum tomorrow. Again. Ever since Alexanderdied, we have been
looked down open by all that live there, except for dear Renee` and Christine,
who have always kept us safe. However, I fear we will run into the dreadful Q,
the one who killed my darling hus-" Q made Minevera disappear.
"Lies," he said with disgust, "lies." Scarlett was ready to
scream. "If you think that I am a liar, take it to court. And you are not going
to be the judge," she said. Q snapped his fingers. "Let the games
begin," he said.
"This is the Continuum?" Abbie asked. Scarlett had to laugh at
her disgust. "Pretty bad, huh?" she said. Wesley tapped her on the
shoulder. "Look who is playing the prosecuter," he said. Scarlett
looked. It was Q.
"Order!" yelled one of the six judges. "The prosecuter calls
Scarlettamaria Troi to the stand." Scarlett stood before them. Q paced in
front of her. "You'll never win," he said under his breath. "Are
you," he continued, much louder, "or are you not, a half
mortal?"
"Yes, I am. I will not deny it."
"Where'd you come from?"
"A small village of Betazed."
"When did you first come here?"
"The day I was born."
"If you had one last chance to use your Q powers, what would you
do?"
"I would turn you into an ameba and have a lot of fun in the
process."
"That's enough!" Q said. "I call-"
"Wait," Scarlett cut in, "It's my turn to call a witness.
I call the Ambassador Lwaxana Troi to the stand." Deanna sighed. With a
flash, Scarlett's aunt was there. "Where am I?" she asked, startled.
"Welcome to the Continuum," Scarlett told her. "Home to
the most annoying person you'll ever meet." She shot Q a look.
"Anyhow, you are on the trial of me, your sister and your brother-in-law.
Just answer the questions. Name?"
"Lwaxana Troi, daughter of the-"
"We don't need to know what house you're from!"
"Well, sorry."
"That's okay. Minevera Troi was your younger sister, correct?"
"Yes.’’
"Did you see how much pain the unjustified killing of her husband
caused her?"
"Who couldn't?"
"Okay, that's all I need to know. Goodbye." Her aunt
disappeared. Witnesses were called, Q witness, Scarlett witness. Will was the
last person called. I hope this turns out well, Scarlett said to Deanna.
Then she glanced over to where Q began firing questions at Will.
"How are you related to Miss Mortal here?"
"She's Deanna's cousin, and I'm Deanna's husband."
"Do you know anything about her father?"
"No." Q turned to stand before the judges. "I say that
Scarlettamaria Troi be sentenced to life in the Continuum, to make up for her
father's betrayal." He smiled that slimy smile.
"What!" Scarlett exclaimed, jumping up. "But that's
forever! I object! I refuse to live in the Continuum. Unless...."
"Unless?" prompted Q.
"Wesley becomes a Q, too."
"Never! We will not make a mere mortal a Q."
"Well, then I am not about to stay." The snapping fingers
signaled that it was time to go. "Ta-ta, Q."
On the ship, Scarlett found herself at phaser point. "The judges
agree. The mortal can live with us, not becoming one of us," Q said,
"if you stay in the Continuum forever."
"I do get to visit my friends and family?"
"If you must," Q sighed. Scarlett turned to the recently
returned bridge crew. "I will miss you all," she said, and ran to
embrace Deanna. "I'll visit," she whispered. "I'll give you
anything you want. Anything." She pulled away and looked at Will. "I
guess you'll need a new first officer," she said with a smile. Will shook
his head. "No, I already have one."
"Who?"
"Well, her mother called her Maria. She has long black hair and
emerald eyes." Scarlett blushed, then said, "I'll be here in case
anyone needs anything, no matter what." She pulled out a small disk.
"I heard you like jazz," she said, then handed him a CD, which was Q
the Sequel. "It's ancient Earth. The computer can tell you how to use
it." She joined Wesley, who was standing by Q. "See you later,"
she said, and disappeared.
Chapter
Nineteen
One Year Later: The Lousy Lepointes
"Raise shields, engage cloaking device," Will ordered. They
were in full swing battle with the Lepointes of Lepointeroia. They had highly
advanced weapons, and as the ship shook from photon torpedo blast, Abbie
reported, "Shields are at 5%, sir." Will gritted his teeth. They
weren't going to make it. The Lepointes were about to blast them to pieces.
They showed no mercy.
"Allow me," said a voice from behind. Will twisted in his
chair, and there was Scarlett! She was wearing a silk dress with a skirt the
color of a sunset, shimmering green sleeves and a blue bodice, with black ankle
boots. She still wore the commbadge thing.
She strode up to where Judd had the helm, said, "Move, Judd."
As he did, he said, "I know who you can be! Cuckoo!" Scarlett just
shook her head and sat down. She hurriedly pressed some buttons on the control
panel.
"They're firing," reported Caroline. Scarlett felt harried.
She kept working as fast as she could. "Yes!" she cried as the
torpedoes hit--the now fully operational shileds. She hi-fived Madison and
Abbie. "No, I didn't use the Q powers, Abbie Jaspreet," she answered.
Abbie jumped. "I forgot you can
read my mind," she said with a laugh. Scarlett just smiled. "So,
anyone want to go on a little foregin experince trip?" she asked. Deanna
sensed something was at foot. "To where?" she said. Scarlett shuffled
her feet, and coughed the name into her hand.
"What? I didn't hear you."
"Um," Scarlett said and repeated the gesture.
"Scarlettamaria-"
"The Continuum," she blurted out. "Okay, I said it. Does
anyone want to go? No one will disturb you. I promise. I'm a reliable Q. They won't pick on me or my friends. Or family. Oh, please come!
Just for a short time. Wesley and I are so lonely there. Just me 'n him. No one
else seems to like us. And I am not cranky, Judd!"
"But you're in denial,"
"I am not!"
"See?"
"Judd, I am going to turn you into an ameba if you don't
stop." Judd snapped his mouth closed. "Thank you." Scarlett
turned back. "Anyone?" Abbie looked around, then stepped up.
"I'm going," she said. "If you were lonely, wouldn't you want
friends to be with you?"
"I'm in," Deanna said. "No doubt about it." Scarlett
glanced over at Will. "How about you, Will? How about a little trip to the
Continuum? Come on, do it for your cousin." Will rolled his eyes.
"But the ship," he said, "who's going to take care of it?"
"Oh, that," Scarlett replied. "That will be taken care
of. You will-"
Suddenly, the ship rattled violently. Scarlett gripped the nearest railing.
"Those lousy Lepointes," she growled and rushed to the helm.
"Shields are at 72%, Will." She looked up. "I think you need a
first officer right now more than ever." She slid into the chair.
"Who else is ready to rock and roll?"
"I'm not taking that helm," Judd said. "Fine. Be the
tactical person. Wesley was always the best anyway." Wesley flashed into
the picture. "Helm, Lieutenant," Scarlett said with a glint in her
eye, the glint that sent shivers down Deanna's spine. Wesley grinned.
"Yes, ma'am." He sat down and began pressing at the panel as the ship
shook again. "I'm going over there to get their shields down,"
Scarlett suddenly announced. Will looked at her, alarmed. "But that's
breaking the Prime Directive!" he exclaimed.
"The Prime Directive stinks!" Scarlett shot back. "I'm
going over there. We have one chance of saving our skins, because life support
is going to fail in ten minutes! And that one chance is to break the Prime
Directive." She glared at Judd. "Anyone who argues further will be amebized." The bright glare made Deanna look away. When
she looked back back, Scarlett, Madison and Abbie were gone.
The Lepointes ship was similar to Claude` Picard's. It was large,
brightly light and grand. Many of the long necked, orange skin, silver eyed
Lepointes bustled around. Scarlett marched up to what seemed to be the head
Lepointe and said, "Halt your attack."
He turned. "Ahh, my beauty," he said. Scarlett seized her phaser and
held it to his head. "Say that one more time," she growled, "and
I turn you into an ameba. Refuse to surrender, and I shoot." The Leopinte
twitched nervously, then held up his long arms in surrender. Scarlett tossed
phasers to Madison and Abbie. "Take them away," she said. Madison
saluted. "Yes, ma'am!" The two began shuffling Lepointes out of the
ship and into the brig. Scarlett found what seemed to be the bridge and slid
into the captain's chair. "Very...comfortable," she said
sarcastically.
Back on the bridge, Judd reported, "The Lepointes are hailing us,
Captain."
"On screen," Will ordered and slid forward just a little. Deanna
glanced at him. He was nervous.
"Salutations, Captain Will!" said a cheerful Scarlett Troi.
"I'm working on getting life support on your ship back online. If it
begins to fail, let me know. We've got a whole Lepointe ship to
ourselves." Will twisted a little. "Good...good. I just don't know
how to report you to the nearest admiral, Selene."
"Whoa. Rewind and freeze. Report me? For what?"
"You broke the Prime Directive."
"Prime Directive, huh? Don't tell me you haven't broken it once or twice?
Eh!" Will looked a little downcast. "Well..."
"Sir, there's a fleet of Lepointe ships attacking from the
rear," Judd said nervously. "And life support is failing on decks 4
and 5."
"Evacuate those decks," Will said with anxiety.
"Scarlett, you need to get life support up!" He heard a click, and
Scarlett replied, "It is up." Will glanced back at Judd.
"Confirmed, sir. Life support is up." Will turned towards the viewer.
"Did you..." he began and made the motion of snapping his fingers.
Scarlett nodded slowly, a gleam in her eye. "Let's go show those Lepointes
what we're made of. Get your weapons ready," she said and disappeared from
the viewer. "You're going to do what she says?" Judd asked.
"You heard her, Mr. Iverson. Wesley, let's go!"
"Right." Wesley began tapping the panel, and the Titan, along
with the captured Lepointe ship swung around.
Ready to rock their world? Deanna heard ring through her head. Her cousin was
not forgetting she was a Betazoid...no doubt about it.
Scarlett gripped the side of the rock hard chair. "Move around
behind the last ship," she said, "so they can't see us unless they
switch their viewer to rear view." Abbie did as she was told.
"Something's up," she said with a smile. Scarlett just pointed at the
back of the Lepointes shields. "They are none too bright," she said
and gestured toward the arrow saying, "Shields." Madison grinned.
"You want me to fire, right?"
Scarlett scolded her teasingly. "I'm supposed to be the mind reader
here," she said. "But that's right." The brilliant bolts of
orange light shot out of the Titan and the astray Lepointe ship simaltaneously.
Scarlett grinned. "I see Will thinks for himself. What's the shield
status?" Before Abbie could answer the ship lurched. "More lousy
Lepointes," Scarlett muttered.
"Our shields are at 97%, theirs 10%," Abbie said. "Open a
channel to the lead ship," Scarlett said.
"Channel open." A rather ugly Lepointe was clearly visible on
the screen. He had a ruff of magenta hair on top of his head. Scarlett
shuddered. "Hello, Amosix!" called out the Lepointe. "How goes
the--wait, you're not Amosix!" Scarlett rose and strode up to where she
could look him in the eye. "No, I'm not Amosix. My name is Commander
Scarlettamaria Troi Crusher, to be formal, Scarlett to my friends, which you're
not one of, so call me Commander Troi, please 'cause I go by my maiden name.
Bljeghbe'chugh vaj blltegh."
"What?"
"Klingon. Surrender or die." The Lepointe looked around nervously,
then shoved his arms up in the air. The
viewer flicked off to space. Suddenly, a large metallic cube showed itself in
front of the Lepointe ship. It began to emitt a long purple beam, englufing
each ship, one by one. Scarlett stared at it. "What is that?" Madison
was already punching the description of the ship into her panel. "The
Borg," she read, "first seen in 2365 by Jean-Luc Picard,
half-organic, half-machine. The ships are literally invincible, because they
can repair themselves within an hour, depending on the damage. The cubes and
spheres have long purple tractor beams which drain shields. Then the Borg
vessel fires on the unlucky soul." She looked up. Scarlett was still
staring out into space. "We don't have a prayer," she murmured. The sudden flash, however, was all to
familiar. "Q," she sighed. Q was draped across her arms, looking
first at her, then at the Borg Cube. "Ooh, looks like you're out of your
league, Commander Troi." She dumped him out. "I don't need your help,
Q. No one does. I think you should take your hunk of worthless self and shape
up or ship out." Madison and Abbie gawked at her. She continued to amaze
them. Q, however, just held up a little dish, the kind amebas are put in.
Scarlett just said, "You don't scare me, Q. I have relatives in the
Continuum. They'll turn me back without a single thought. And I won't tell you
who they are." Q just shrugged. "Well, can't say I didn't warn
ya." He disappeared. Scarlett slid into the chair again. "Fire on
them," she said, "randomly scattered. We've got to get them before
they get us." The short, quick orange beam zoomed toward the Borg ship,
which, much to Scarlett's suprise, took out a chunk of it. "Fire
again." The order, carried out, damaged another part of the ship. Before
Scarlett could open her mouth, the vessel blew up. Her jaw dropped.
"We're being hailed," Madison said.
"On screen." A very relieved Will Riker was there. "I
have only three things to say. One, I won't report you to Admiral Selene."
"Thank goodness! I never could stand Mean Bean Selene. She always
tormented me. 'Work harder, Alexis.' I'd say, 'My name is Scarlett, not
Alexis.' And she'd say, 'I must have gotten you confused with Captain Picard's
daughter.' And I'd say, 'I guess you did.' And then she'd say-"
"We get the idea," Will broke in. "The other thing I
wanted to say is that we're going to be towing the Lepointes to the nearest
starbase. D' you and Wesley want to stick around, or head back to the
Continuum?" Scarlett shuddered. "We're going to stick around. I hate
the Continuum. What's the last thing?" Will opened his mouth, but was
interrupted by Q. "Good show, Commander Troi! I see you passed your first
test with ease!"
"First test? What?"
"Just to see if you could actually handle a crisis like such without
your powers."
" Tests? Q, there were people in danger here! Madison! Abbie! Will!
Deanna! Steryko! Judd! Well, he's a pathetic person but just the same-" Q
just smirked. "Only two tests left, my young mortal." He disappeared.
Scarlett just shook her head. "I wonder what the next tests will be,"
she murmured. "What was the last thing, Will?"
"It's the-" He began coughing uncontrolablly. He dropped to
his knees and fell over, lifeless. Deanna tried to rush to his side, but she
cried out in pain, pressing her fingers to her forehead. She fell into the just
beginning lifeless pile.
Wesley now had the bridge. He stepped over to the captain's chair, but before
he could get there, he turned to look at his wife. "Scar-" he yelled
and drooped over. Scarlett screamed and
tried to teleport herself over there, but nothing happened. "That darned
Q," she said under her breath. "I'm transporting over there,"
she told Abbie and Madison. "Computer, beam me over to the Titan."
"Transporters are off-line."
"Augh! Get me a shuttle then."
"There are no shuttles aboard this vessel."
"How about an escape pod?"
"No escape pods."
"Don't tell me you can't even get me a bicycle so I can peddle into
endless space."
"Negative."
"I asked you not to tell me that." Scarlett crossed her arms.
"Q! If this is another one of your mangy tests, I'm not standing for
it." No response. "Maybe I should just hail another Federation
vessel. Yeah, that's a good idea. I'll hail a Federation vessel. Madison, hail
nearest Federation vessel."
"Opening channel," Madison responded. A tall, red-haired boy,
no older than Wesley, stood in a dark ship in front of them. "I am
Lieutenant Jason Frieson, acting captain of the U.S.S. Starshine. Identify
yourself."
"I'm Commander Scarlett Maria Troi, first officer of the U.S.S.
Titan. We have a problem aboard the ship, some sort of epidemic. I, Madison and
Abigail Jaspreet Likelike are the only ones not infected. We need to get over
to the ship. We need you to transport us out." Jason paused. "I can't
do anything without Captain Kalakaua's permission." Scarlett just looked
into his eyes. Her stare was hypnotizing, and the lieutenant gave in. "All
right. We'll send a shuttle over to get you." Scarlett smiled. "Sorry
to burst your bubble, Lieutenant Frieson," she said, "I'm
married." Jason jumped. "I'll explain later," Scarlett told him,
"just get a ship over here and get it fast." He saluted. "Yes,
ma'am! It will take about two hours." Scarlett sighed as the screen showed
only endless space again. She turned to Abbie. "Abbie, I want you to see
if there's any possible way to get him here faster. Madison, let's see if we
can get the shuttle bay doors open. We're going to welcome them with open
arms." She spun around, her dress flaring out. "What was that,
Madison? You like Jason Frieson?" Madison's cheeks turned a deep crimson.
"He and I knew each other," she murmured, "from Lesanon, our
home planet. We were in love as teenagers. I haven't seen him since Academy
graduation. I missed him." Scarlett put her arm around Madison's shoulder,
then plunked down on the floor. "I know how you feel," she said, then
glanced at her ancient Earth watch. "We have a while. Let me tell you the
story of Wesley and I. I grew up in the Nep-yar Forest on Betazed. I often
ventured out into the forest, where there was a secret lake, and wrote in my
diary. When my father was killed, my mother and I grew apart, bit by bit. She
felt it was time for me to grow up. I was eleven years old. She sent me off to
the Carlin, where I met my friends Carson and Kristen. We did everything
together. One day, Kristen and I were going to the holodeck, but Kristen wanted
to stop by engineering and visit her father, Andrew. When we got there, they
were preparing to eject the warp core. I walked up to Alexei N. Reminev and
told him to move out of the way. I reached into the dilithium crystal chamber
and pulled them out. The warp core shut down. Lexei was hopping mad, but when
he checked it out later, he found that the way I had shut down the warp core
was the only way to end this situation. He threw a big party in the holodeck,
in a Romanov ballroom. I wore the most beautiful satin dress, from my aunt, you
see. Soon people were coming to me for their break-downs, from replicators to
relationships. Years later, the Enterprise said, "Yo, Carlin! We need that
officer of yours, and we need her fast." What they didn't know was that I
wasn't even seventeen. My birthday was in seven months. You should have seen
Jean-Luc's face when I met him. Yes, Abbie, I do call him Jean-Luc to his face.
Anyway, I was wandering around the ship, lost, and I ran into Wesley.
Literally. We hit it off right away. One thing led to another. We went off on
this crazy mission to rescue Jean-Luc, I had to go, we left, I missed him, we
met up at Deanna's wedding fourteen years later." She sighed dreamily.
"We've been together ever since." Madison stared at her. "Wow.
You were in love for fourteen years?" When Scarlett nodded, she whistled.
"Whoa. That's even longer that Jason and I." Scarlett just stared out
at the viewer. "Wesley," she said, "I hope he's all right."
She shifted her attention. "Abbie, Madison, let's get a move on it. We
have jobs to do and we're going to do them." She leaped up. "And
besides, if we just sit around feeling sorry for ourselves, we'll just feel
worse. Trust me." She backfliped down the hall, her skirt flying
everywhere, and Madison hurrying after her.
Chapter Twenty
The Last Two Mangy
Tests, A Klingon Heritage and Chains
Abbie could do nothing to speed up Jason's arrival, unfortunately. An
endless two hours passed before a sleek, gray ship pulled into the Lepointe
hangar. As the door lifted open, the three girls saw a crew of six. Jason
Frieson was behind a tall, long-haired man with black skin and a ridge down his
forehead. A Klingon. The Klingon bowed to the trio. "Greetings. I am
Commander Deremin, first officer of the Starshine. You are acquainted with
Lieutenant Frieson, this is his sister Ensign Louisa Frieson, their father Dr.
Ezra Frieson, and their mother Lieutenant Commander Gretl Edmunson Frieson. The
man in the back is Lieutenant Quentin." Quentin had a shock of strawberry
blond hair, green eyes and a pair of thick black glasses perched upon his nose.
Scarlett knew he wasn't who he said he was as soon as she set her eyes upon
him. The man glared at her. "Problem?" he asked, his nose sticking up
in the air. Scarlett shook her head. "No...not at all." Quentin muttered
to himself and went to stand behind Gretl. Scarlett just rolled her eyes.
"Real pleasant," she said sarcastically. Deremin shrugged.
"You'll get used to him. Is this all your crew?" When Scarlett
nodded, he motioned to the shuttle. "Come along."
The ship was smaller than it looked. There were three chairs....and one
long bench for the rest of the crew. Scarlett scrunched onto it. "Madison!
Get off my leg! You're crushing it!" Madison giggled. "I am
not." Quentin was still glaring at them. "Do you mind?" Scarlett
stared back at him. "You say you're a scientist?"
"Yes. I specialize in dilithium chrystals."
"Where do dilithium chrystals come from, exactly?"
"Dilithia." Now the shoe was on the other foot. Scarlett was
glaring at Quentin. "You're no scientist. You don't even have blond hair.
I don't know who you are, but you are no scientist." She yelled out to
Deremin. "Hoi, Commander! You've got an unauthorized passenger back here.
He claims to be a scientist specializing in dilithium chyrstals. He doesn't
even know where they come from." Deremin didn't respond as the ship pulled
into the shuttlebay. A mad scramble for the door resulted in Scarlett getting
bowled over and pushed out first. She got to her feet and began running
headlong for the shuttlebay doors. "To the bridge," she cried and
snapped her fingers to see if her powers were back. No. Drat that Q.
The bridge was empty, Scarlett found when she reached it. "They
were probably all taken to the infirmary," she murmured, and began to head
down there. She saw a dark haired, Asian woman was going from bed to bed in the
long room. "Who are you?" Scarlett demanded. The Asian woman glanced
up. "I am Dr. Virginia Hartleis," she said. "I am the doctor aboard
this ship." Scarlett suddenly noticed Wesley lying pitifully on a bed
towards the end. She shrieked and ran down to him. "What's wrong?"
she asked.
"He's dying. They all are." Scarlett knelt and began to cry.
"No...no...it's just not possible...he wasn't sick or anything....no, this
can't happen....no....Deanna!" She leaped up and flew to Deanna's side.
"Deanna...my friend...my....." Her voice faultered as she realized.
"Quentin," she said. "I must get Quentin immediatly."
Virginia stared at her. "Quentin? Who's Quentin?" But it was too
late. Scarlett had dashed out the door.
She ran down the hall, her skirt swishing wildly and her hair flying
every which way. She saw Quentin rounding the corner ahead. "Q!" she
shouted. "I know it's you. Q, I need your help." Q turned around. "I
thought you didn't need my help...that I should get my hunk of worthless self
and shape up or ship out." Scarlett shook her head. "I need your
help. I mean it. I'll give almost anything to see these people alive and well
again. Wesley. Deanna. Will. Steryko the Vulcan. Judd...well, maybe not Judd.
But you get the picture." Q smiled. "Your mortal friends have made a
suprising recovery," he said.
"And my powers?"
"Will be restored to you when the last test is over."
"All right. I will take one more test. One and one alone. Is that
clear enough for your small mind?"
"That's it. You're going down." He began moving toward
Scarlett, who was jogging backwards down the hall. "You are no match for
an athletic girl, ancient one!" she called, trying to aggrivate him.
"I will never be as old as you. Ever. Face the facts, Q. I will always be
better. Even without my Q powers. Your powers are just a cover-up for your weak
self." Q was gaining on her. Scarlett never took her eyes off him.
"Did I ever tell you that I have Klingon heritage?"
"You're lying to me," Q growled.
"Never." He was close enough to grab her blue boot, but she
kicked forward, knocking him down. She pulled her boot from his grasp, then
cried out. She could sense it. The Q were coming to the Titan. She was dead in
the water.
"No," she told herself. "I'm not going to be beat by some people
with pathetic powers. Don't think so." She backed up, took a running
start, and leaped over Q. "Gotta fly!" She hit the ground, and, heart
pounding, began running as fast as she could down the hall. She had to find
some way to get her aunts Renee`, and Christine, to help her. They were some of
the leading citizens of the Continuum. Obviously, Q wouldn't have picked on her
if he knew. She whizzed by someone, who shouted, "Scarlett, wait!"
She looked back. It was Wesley. He caught up with her. "Nice to see you,
Wesley!" she exclaimed. "But we can't talk now. We've got a bunch of
Continuum creeps coming who want nothing more than to pound you and I to little
bits of dust."
"But haven't you got your powers?"
"Sorry to disappoint you, Wes," she replied before they they
entered the shuttle bay. She yelled, "Hey, Ensign! Wake up! I need a
shuttle and I need it now!" The young ensign, named Ashely Wilkenson,
jolted awake. "Miss Scarlett," he said, tilting the the fedaro he
always wore. "What're you 'ere for?"
"Shuttle."
"Yes, a shuttle! Well, we've got m'ny fine v'rities 'ere, such as
the-"
"Ashley, there's no time for idle chit chat. Just give me the
fastest shuttle you've got!"
Ashley pointed. "You're standing right in front of it."
Scarlett whirled around. A small, gray, ship sat there. Scarlett sighed.
"Guess it will have to do," she murmured and yanked open the door.
The inside was even smaller. She sat in one of the controlling seats, Wesley in
the other. She felt Wesley's elbow dig into her side. He was turning the
shuttle on and checking the systems for problems. Just before slamming the
door, Ashley said, "Good luck t' both of ye." The shuttle began to rise slowly off the
floor. Scarlett gritted her teeth. The Q could be here any minute and they
could both be dead meat. She glanced over at Wesley. He was nervous. He was
hiding something from her. She knew. "Tell me, Wesley," she said.
"We're married. You can tell me your secrets and I can tell you
mine." He looked at her. "I..I..can create another dimension,"
he stammered. "We can escape from the Q there. The only problem is that we
might not get out." Scarlett sighed as they entered open space. "It's
not worth the risk. I just wish you had told me sooner. I don't like when
people keep secrets from me. But I've been keeping one from you. I am
pregnant." Wesley jumped up, banging his knee hard on the panel.
"What?!! How long have you known?"
"Just a few weeks. That's all. Augh!" Wesley looked straight
ahead. The Q were blocking their way. Scarlett began furiously pounding the
panel. "Watch this," she said with a gleam in her eye. The ship swung
around and zoomed away from the endless chain-like wall. The Q followed,
building speed as they came. Scarlett suddenly stopped it, whipped it to the
side and zipped off in that direction. "Make wide zigzags," she told
Wesley. "Jean-Luc made the mistake of going in a straight line. The Q can
only travel in a straight line. We might be able to throw them off a little if
we zig-zag." She glanced back. The Q were following, firing their own
version of photon torpedoes. "If it's war they want," Scarlett said
under her breath, "it's war they'll get." The ship rocked as the
torpedoes hit the shields. "Let's fire." The short orange bursts headed straight for the Q. The wall
disappeared before the bursts hit. "They're gone for now," Scarlett
told Wesley. "But they'll be back." A sudden flash told her that
someone was. "We've missed you, Maria," said a soft, gentle voice
from behind. Scarlett whirled around. "Christine Daae`! Renee` Livonette`!
I haven't seen you in twenty-three years!" A tall, long, dark-brown haired
woman opened her arms, her shimmersilk dress sleeves flaring out. Scarlett ran
into them like she hadn't since she was six years old. The woman embraced her.
"Scarlettamaria Troi. It's been too long, niece." Wesley raised his
eyebrows. "Niece?" Scarlett turned back to him. "Yes. This are
my aunts Christine and Renee`." The shorter, red-haired woman strode over
to him. "And you are?" she asked in a husky voice. Wesley extended
his hand. "Wesley Crusher." The woman looked him up and down before
taking his hand. "Duchess Renee`
Livonette`, of the Continuum. My sister Christine Daae` is a Countess, of the
Continuum." Scarlett, released from Christine's grasp, was at Wesley's
side. "Wesley is a very good friend of mine....and he is also my
husband." Christine gasped. "You didn't tell me you were
married!" Scarlett nodded and Renee` shrieked. Then the ship rattled
again. "We must return," Christine said solemnly. Scarlett sighed.
"I suppose you must." They
were gone. Scarlett turned back to the
panel, but she was disappearing. "Wesley, go back to the Titan," she
managed to say before going completely. Not again, Wesley thought. He
reversed the ship and began heading forlornly back to the Titan.
Scarlett found herself chained to a wall in a dank, dark dungeon. One of
her arms, she discovered, was not chained. As she tried to open the engraved
silver locket hanging around her neck, in which she kept a lockpick, she saw
the black boots. Her eyes traced up to black pant clad legs, which led to a
maroon shirt, which led to the face of Q. "Why?" she demanded.
"Why did you chain me up? Why not Q the Sequel, the little tag along, the
annoying little-" Q tried to interrupt her, but she kept talking.
"You should really get a copyright before there are more of you than this
universe can stand. You know what I'm saying, right? Good. Don't give me that
lip, old one. I know what you're thinking. Yes, I'm talking to you. Oh, I just realized something
hilarious. You ready? You're sure?
Okay. Here it goes: two of you are two too many! Ha ha ha!" Q just rolled
his eyes. "I believe if I leave you here you will go absolutely mad."
Scarlett glared at him. "I'm not the mad one here," she retorted. Q
turned, but then whirled around. "Before I forget, only one thing will
release you from your prision. And you
will be here until you can figure it out. Which may be until the end of
eternity." He grinned. "And your little pet Wesley will be long
dead." He disappeared before her eyes, and she reached for her lockpick.
Wesley docked at the shuttle bay, and sadly walked out, his head down,
thinking that he might never get her back. He might never see her beautiful
emerald eyes again, never hear her firey tongue lash out at some unfortunate
soul, never feel the silkiness of her long black hair, which she had pulled
back into tight curls lately, never-- He bumped right into Deanna.
"Wesley," she said. "Where were you? Will's been looking for you
everywhere. You and Scarlett. I'm just going to see if she's in her old
quarters-"
"Don't bother," Wesley said. "She's not there. Q has done
something with her. I have an eerie feeling that I will never see her
again." He began to shuffle down the hall again, but Deanna followed him.
"Eerie feeling?" Wesley didn't answer. He just sadly pressed the
button to their quarters and entered. Deanna stepped forward one second too
late. The doors had closed, and wouldn't open. "Computer, override
lock." Nothing happened. She knocked. "Wesley, open this door."
"Not until you tell me what I want to know," came a muffled voice
from inside.
"What do you want to know?"
"Your planet's death ritual."
Chapter
Twenty-One
"Wesley,
Snap Out of It!"
"What?!!" Will exclaimed. Deanna sighed. "He wanted to
know the Betazed death ritual," she said. "It begins with a day long
ceremony, where the dead person's eyes are removed and crystalized-" Will
held up his hands. "Why did he want to know that?"
"The Q have it in their head that Scarlett must pass tests every
once and a while to prove that she is one of them, but I think they're up to
something else. I think they want to kill her. Wesley says he has an eerie
feeling that he will never see her again, and I feel it, too." She stopped
to take a deep breath, but before she could continue, a voice broke over the
comm system. "This is Lieutenant Wesley Crusher speaking. Captain Riker,
your ship is now under my control. I'm going to get Scarlett, whether you like
it or not." Will shot up from his chair and bolted out the door, Deanna
following right after him. Wesley was not on the bridge. "Oh no, Captain
Riker, I'm not on the bridge. That's too obvious. No, I'm in a place where
you'll never find me." Will was
irritated. "Wes, I know this is very hard for you but you need to listen
to me-"
"No, listen to me. You might be my commanding officer, but love
conquers everything. Including commanding officers. Get over it." Will
strode quickly toward the turbolift. "Deck 16," he said. Deanna
jumped in beside him one second before the doors would have closed. "Why
are we going to Deck 16?" she asked. Will's eyes were sharp, as was his tone.
"The holodeck is on Deck 16. If my theory is correct, Wesley sought cover
in the holodeck. That's why we're going to Deck 16." The doors opened and
the two walked out. "Are you sure, Will?" Deanna implored. He nodded.
"I'm positive." He walked right into the holodeck, only to find that
it was empty. Deanna rolled her eyes and leaned over to a computer panel.
"Computer, locate Wesley Crusher."
The computer paused a split second and then said, "Wesley Crusher
is en route to Deck 4, Deck 6, Deck 1-"
"Thank you." Deanna stuck her head into the holodeck.
"Will, Wesley's in the turbolift." Will popped back out. "He was
right above us all the time!" he exclaimed. They charged for the turbolift
and went in. Deanna looked up. There was Wesley, hanging to the ceiling.
"Captain Riker, Counselor-Commander Troi," he said with dismay and
dropped down. Will stared at him. "Wesley, why?" he asked. When no
answer followed, he said, "Wesley! Snap out of it!" Wesley looked up at him. "I need her
back, Captain," he replied.
"I can't live without her now." Deanna stopped for a second. "I
will help you, Wesley," she said gravely.
Scarlett struggled at the chains once more. She had tried everything.
The lockpick, her teeth. She was getting a fever, she was sure of it. Finally
she could stand it no longer. "Q, I have failed your tests and frankly, I
don't care." When there was no response, she began to sob. "Q! I want
nothing more than to return to my family. Rid me of my powers, I beg of
you." She tried to drop to her knees, but the chains would not allow her.
She lay flat against the wall and closed her eyes. She saw Wesley before her as
clearly as she could see the wall earlier. She began to call out to him.
Wesley gripped the first officer's chair. He hadn't been the commander
for years, just the commandee. He shot a quick look at Will and Deanna. Will
seemed nervous and jumpy; Deanna seemed calm and composed. But her composure
was broken when she cried out. Will looked at her with alarm. "What's
wrong?" Deanna could not speak. Tears were running down her white face.
Her eyes were squeezed shut. She shuddered violently. Will hit his commbadge.
The grim voice of Virginia Hartleis answered him. "Yes?"
"We need a medical team up here now. Something terrible is
happening to De-"
"No," the shaky whispering voice of Deanna Troi answered.
"It's not me that something terrible's happening to. It's....oh
Maria...." Wesley shot out of his
chair. "Can you hear her? What is she saying?" Deanna's eyes remained
screwed shut. "Wesley...help me....I'm not a Q anymore....oh, I don't want
to be....Q....Take my Q powers away.....I beg of you....please....help
me...." Wesley could stand it no longer. He felt a smooth sensation
running through him, from the tips of his toes, to the hair on his head. It was
powerful, and all that power was gathering in his fingertips. He raised them
and directed them forward. A bright white light filled the room, fading to a
rich pink. The others had to look away, and when they turned their eyes back,
Wesley was gone.
Scarlett was running through a meadow, an endless meadow, filled with
brightly colored flowers in full bloom. Her mother, in a long, beautiful white
dress, was standing by one of the larger flowers, one that reached over seven
feet. She opened her arms to her daughter, who tried to run toward them, but
someone caught her by the shoulder. "You have passed," said a
energetic voice. She turned to see Q. "I have not passed," she
replied and began to run toward her mother again. Q held her to her place.
"You're right, you haven't passed," he told Scarlett. "Wesley
has. It was with his power that saved you. You are a Q once more."
Outside Scarlett's world, Wesley paced nervously. "You said she
would snap out of it," he said to Q. He snapped his fingers. "Speed
it up a little!" Scarlett slowly opened her eyes. The first thing she said
was an order. "Release me. Now." Q folded his arms across his chest.
"Release yourself. You can." Scarlett paused for a second, then, as
the chains unlocked, ran to Wesley. "Oh Wesley, is it true? Did you save
me?" Wesley looked at Q, puzzled, but he just nodded. "Uh,
yeah," he replied. Scarlett glared at him. "Wesley, I may have been
chained to a wall for-- how long? Five days? Okay--five days, but I can still
tell what you're thinking. Wesley! Stop that! I won't--oh, oh! That's what
you're thinking! Excellent idea!" She smiled at Q. "Kiss your powers
good-bye!" When Q gasped, she said, "Well, Wesley and I better be
going now." She waved cheerfully and disappeared. Q sank down onto the
floor. "I gave you your powers back," he muttered, "but look how
you repay me. This is pathetic."
Sighing, he snapped his fingers, just to remember how it felt, and was
suprised to find himself on a Class L planet.…
Chapter Twenty-Two
"I'm Your Average, Legendary and Beautiful Commander. I Just Happen
to Be a Q."
It was the typical day at Starfleet Medical Center, where Wesley's
mother was in charge. A short ensign with shoulder-length blond hair was laying
on a bed, where a team of doctors worked on his heart. "We're going to
lose him," said one of them nervously. Wesley's mother, whose name was
Beverly, hurried over. She began shouting out medical tools to the young and
naive Lisel Jozejhii", who dropped one to the floor. A white liquid
spilled out. Beverly slapped a hand to her forehead. Why couldn't she have
gotten more experienced doctors?
A long buzz began to ring in her ears. She turned, but it was nearly too
late. "There's nothing we can do," she said to the ensign's mother.
The mother began to weep uncontrollably. The flash behind was one that was all
too familiar. "Q," she sighed and spun around. The girl standing
there shuddered. "Ooh, don't remind me. I can't understand why anyone
likes that guy, anyway. Well, I was thinking that it was time we visited."
Beverly raised an eyebrow. "In case you've forgotten, I'm your
daughter-in-law? Scarlett Maria Troi, or Scarlettamaria Crusher, although I do
prefer the maiden name, I don't really care,
First Officer of the U.S.S. Titan. If you want me to give the number, I
can do that, too. NCC-51692."
"Oh....Why haven't I heard from Wesley for over a year?"
Scarlett shook her head. "One second." God tells me that it's not
your turn yet, Ensign Michael Crawford, she thought before the long line
began its normal beeping again. "What the..." muttered Beverly.
"He's back to normal," reported Lisel. Beverly turned to her
daughter-in-law. "Now tell me why I have not heard from Wesley in a
year?"
"Well, we've been kind of busy in the Continuum. You know, just
settling in."
"Did I hear you right? Continuum? A Q in Starfleet?"
"Yes. I'm your average, beautiful and legandary commander. I just
happen to be a Q. We can't change who we are, you know. I didn't like who I
was, but I learned to accept it. Wesley does. So should you. And if you don't,
well, that's just too bad for you. You're stuck with me." She smiled.
"There's a certain son of yours waiting around somewhere...." Wesley
appeared and fell over. "Wesley!" exclaimed his mother and embraced
him when he got to his feet. Scarlett hung back. This made her miss her mother
more than ever. Her mother and her father. There was a statue of them in the
Yik-Ami Village, the enscription bearing the words, "The Lady Minevera and
the Honorable Alexander Troi." Two young girls hung to their legs. In
smaller letters, it read, "With their daughters Linnea Angelica and
Scarlettamaria." She shook her head. This was just making her ruin
Wesley's joyful moment with his mother. But the joyful moment was broken.
"I hate love stories," said a familiar voice. Too familiar. Scarlett
saw Wesley turn. "Scarlett..." he murmured. "I know,"
Scarlett murmured back. She spun. "Don't you have something better to do?
Like giving that, that son of yours what he deserves?" Q shook his head.
"No." Scarlett gasped. "Never!" Q glared at her.
"Never what?" I will never become Lucy VanPelt! Not on your life! Oh,
close your mouth, Q. You are not a codfish. I said, "Close your mouth. Do
you hear me? I said, do you hear me?" Q just stood there. Then they found
themselves in an old Earth neighborhood. Scarlett glanced down. Her dress was a
blue flowered one with a lacy underskirt. Looking up, she saw that Wesley was
wearing a dark blue and green shirt with a pair of tan shorts. Deanna had a
light blue dress with daisies all over. Her hair was...blond! Scarlett stifled
a laugh.
Will was decked out in an orange shirt with a grey stripe around the
middle and the same tan shorts as Wesley. His shoes were oversized and black.
His hair was a reddish color, spiked. He had a crude painting in his hand. But
the funniest thing was that he had shrunk at least a foot. He was now at
Scarlett's mid-chest. "This is crazy," he muttered.
Wesley's mother was clothed in a blue dress, like the rest of the girls,
but hers was covered with ivy vines. Her hair was extremely red. And I mean
red. Redder than the embers from a dying fire. Beside her stood a sheepish
Jean-Luc Picard. He was wearing a pair of black shorts and a yellow shirt with
a black zigzag around the middle. "Why are you staring at me?" he
asked. "You know me....Charlie Brown." Scarlett stared, wide-eyed.
"You are not Charlie Brown. You are Captain Jean-Luc Picard, age 71, of
the starship U.S.S. Enterprise NCC-1701-D or something like that. You had a
daughter, Alexis Yvette` Picard, and an evil brother, Claude` Picard. You never
married. You are intelligent, self-centered and moody." Jean-Luc shook his
head. "I'm afraid I haven't the slightest idea of what you're talking
about." Scarlett sighed and turned to her cousin. "Deanna, isn't he
Jean-Luc Picard?" Deanna raised an eyebrow. "Deanna...who's Deanna? I
like it! That's my new philosophy! Who's Deanna! That's a good
philosophy!" She walked off, talking to herself. A sweet sound began to
sound in Scarlett's ears. She turned to see Wesley bent over a piano, playing
an old Earth song. She strode over to him and laid on his piano. "Play
"Yik-Ami Elizabetha Legend," she breathed. "Play for me,
Wesley." Wesley looked up. "Scarlett!" he exclaimed. "I
don't know what's happening; I'm just drawn to the piano. I can't play anything
else."
"Wesley, this is a Q fantasy. Something is fishy here and it's not
the tuna suprise in the school cafeteria. Your mother is Peggy Jean, the Little
Red Haired Girl....I am Lucy VanPelt....you are Schroeder...Will is
Franklin...Madison is Snoopy...Abbie is Woodstock....Deanna is Sally....Q is
Linus....He's trying to kill us all....We must go." Suddenly, they were
back on the Titan. "Okay, that was strange," Scarlett murmured. She
glanced around. "Jean-Luc!" she exclaimed and walked over to him.
"Haven't seen you since my wedding. What a joyous occasion. You'll never
believe what happened in that time. Oh, you do want to know? Wesley was going
to contact you, but we've been settling in."
"Oh," Jean-Luc said. "On the ship?" Scarlett smiled
and shook her head. "No...the Continuum. Yes, Jean-Luc, I am a Q. Don't
hate me for it. I can't change it. I don't use my powers like Q. I use them to
save our skins-" A rattle of the ship told her it was time to save their
skins. Wesley dashed over to the helm. "A strange reading, sir," he
reported to the two captains, Will and Jean-Luc. "It's unlike anything
I've ever seen before." He stopped, then continued, "They're
hailing."
"On screen," the two captains said simaltaneously. A tall,
spiky-haired young man stood there, probably one of the most handsome men
Scarlett had ever seen. "Salutations. I am Obi-Wan Kenobi, and this ship
is on a peaceful mission. Identify yourself." Scarlett stepped forward.
"Obi-Wan Kenobi, eh? I am Commander Scarlett Maria Troi, Scarlett to my
friends, don't call me it unless you are my friend. This is the U.S.S. Titan,
NCC-51692. I am the first officer. William Riker is the captain; if you have
official business, he's your guy. Otherwise, talk away." Obi-Wan paused,
then turned back. "Master! I think you should see this." Scarlett
shook her head. "They're too slow. I'm going over." Will sprang
foward. "No! It might be a-" Scarlett was gone before he could
finish. "Trap."
The ship was small and crowded. When Scarlett first appeared, a tall
girl wearing an intriqute dress and white face makeup shrieked and fell back.
"Take it easy," Scarlett said, prying into the depths of her mind.
"What an interesting name...Sabe`. Where'd you get it?" Before Sabe`
could answer, Scarlett whipped around to face a man holding a tube of light to
her neck. "Sorry, sir Dude-With-The-Light-In-His-Hands, you can't kill me.
Don't ask why. It's too difficult to explain." The man dis-ignited his
tube of light and tucked it into his belt. Scarlett stared at him. "A
Jedi, eh? Interesting name....Jedi. I've never heard it before. Where are you
from, anyway?" A brown-haired girl wearing a flame colored robe stepped
forward. "I am from Naboo. So are the other handmaidens and her Highness.
The two Jedi, Master Qui-Gon Jinn and his Padawan, Obi-Wan Kenobi, are from
Coruscant." Scarlett was still staring at Qui-Gon. "You're hiding
something," she said. "Something not allowed." Suddenly, Obi-Wan
jumped. "Master..."
"I sense it, too," Qui-Gon replied. Scarlett was started out
of her searching the dungeons of his mind. "Sense what? What do you guys
sense?" Obi-Wan was at the controls. "Our hyperdrive is down,"
he reported. "Do you have any weapons?" A tall man in a uniform shook
his head. "We're peaceful people." Scarlett rolled her eyes. "I
don't have time for this," she muttered before saying, "You're all
coming with me."
Back on the Titan, everybody was tense. This ship could be a trap for
the Titan. Wesley and Will were pacing. Deanna shook her head at them, but she
felt like biting her nails.
Wesley jumped as someone tapped him on the shoulder. "Wesley, you
can stop pacing now. You too, Will. I brought the people from the ship."
The two Jedi had their lightsabers lit and held in front of them, in a
defensive position. "Give me a break," Scarlett said under her breath
and pulled her phaser from the belt around her waist. She whumped Qui-Gon over
the head. He was out like a rock. Obi-Wan shrieked and ran her through with his
lightsaber. Nothing happened. She snapped the lightsaber into her hand and
flicked it off. "You've got to lose that thing," she said. Obi-Wan
gaped at her. "I'm telling you, you can't kill me." Obi-Wan stared
for a second longer, then fell over in a dead faint. Scarlett shook her head.
"Sometimes I wonder how I find time for all of this," she said
softly.
Will turned to the remaining guests, wide-eyed. Sorry about that,
was on the tip of his tongue, but Scarlett gave him a steely glare, and instead
he said, "We can offer your party quarters until we reach your
destination." The uniformed man nodded. "The Queen will accept only
the best." The Queen shook her head. "No, Captain Panaka, I can take
the sparsest quarters, as long as everybody else is settled in." A sudden
beeping noise caused one of the flame-colored girls to scream. "Intruder
on Deck 25, sir," Wesley reported. Will motioned to Steryko, Judd and
Caroline. "Commander, and you two ensigns, you're with me. Scarlett, you have
the bridge." She was already in his chair. "Righto." He entered
the turbolift. "Deck 25." The doors slid closed. "Hey, Deanna,
do you think you could show our guests their quarters?" She glanced at the
two Jedi on the ground. "And Dr. Hartleis." Before Deanna could move,
one of the Lepointe ships surronding them powered up and zipped away, taking
with it the other ships, harnassed by a tractor beam.
Deck 25 was mostly crew quarters. Will was the first out of the
turbolift. Scanning the hallway, he noticed a figure clothed in black darting
around the corner. He waved at the trio behind him to follow, and they swiftly
followed. The figure came into Will's vision, and he fired at it. The figure
whirled around, an lightsaber, this one red, in his hands. He deflected the
phaser shots and began to charge them, lightsaber high over his head. Will
began running, never taking his eyes off the figure. He almost ran by the
little alcove that the other three were hiding in, but Caroline's hand shot out
and pulled him back. "Nice to see you again, sir," she said. Will
glared at her as the dark figure cornered them. "Oh great!" Judd
exclaimed. "Now I won't get to see the Spurs game!"
"This is no time for sports!" Caroline said. "We have to
save our lives." Steryko was feeling around behind him. "I believe I
have found a solution." The doors slid open and they backed in. "Seal
the doors!" Will exclaimed. The doors locked. He turned around to find the
whole room was decked out in scarlet, with a few blue trimmings here and there.
Something clicked in his head. "Figures we would wind up in Scarlett and
Wesley's quarters," he muttered.
"Sir, look!" exclaimed Judd. The red lightsaber was sawing
through the door.
"We're done for."
Qui-Gon Jinn regained his senses to find a boot resting on his chest,
and a phaser pointed at his head. "Tell me what you know about this dark
Jedi.....Darth Maul," Scarlett demanded, her finger ready to press the
trigger.
"Let me up and I will tell you." Scarlett moved the boot from
his chest and helped him up. "Talk." The phaser was still resting
against his head. "Well, Darth Maul...Darth Maul. That name I don't know.
But "Darth" is all to familiar. Darth is the title given to Sith
Lords. They are bad news, and they could eliminate all the people on
board."
"As I assumed," Scarlett murmured. She pointed a thumb at
Obi-Wan. "Wake him up." Qui-Gon shrugged. "I can't do
that." Scarlett was in no mood for games. "Well I can."
Something shot out and shocked Obi-Wan. He jumped to his feet, lightsaber ready.
Scarlett shook her head and deactivated his lightsaber, bringing it to her.
"Seriously, I will throw that through the ceiling."
"Go ahead," Qui-Gon almost sneered. "All right, I
will," Scarlett said. She tossed it up in the air. Just before it would have
hit the ceiling, a hole appeared, and the lightsaber went right through.
"No time to stand there, Obi-Wan Kenobi. You have to go wipe out Darth
Maul."
"But my lightsaber--"
"Is in your belt, where you left it." Obi-Wan looked down in
his belt to find his lightsaber was still there. He and Qui-Gon exchanged a
look and headed for the turbolift. Scarlett slid into the captain's chair.
"Wesley, set a pursuit course, Warp 9, for the Lepointes on my mark."
An instinct told her to go. "Mark!" The Titan blasted away.
The lightsaber was still
cutting through the door. Judd was still moaning over his Spurs game. Caroline
was looking for interesting reading on the book shelf, trying to keep herself
occupied. Steryko was still trying to find a logical way out of this. And
William Thomas Riker, captain of the U.S.S. Titan, was still biting his nails.
None of them deserved to die like this! He had a wife. Steryko had a daughter
who was an ensign on some other ship, Caroline was barely twenty-two, and
Judd....well, Judd was expendable. But that's not the point--
"Captain, I believe that our attacker has ceased," Steryko
said. Will glanced at the door to see that it, half-melted through, was going
to stay that way. The lightsaber was no longer cutting through it. Will arched
his eyebrow. "I wonder what happened."
"I can tell you what happened," said a voice they had come to
know so well. "Your precious Commander Troi has lost her mind."
"I have not!"
"You have too!"
"Not!"
"Too!"
"What did I do to deserve this?"
"What do you mean!?"
"Well, for one thing, I never wanted to be one of your kind. And
you're not helping to change my mind." Will recognized the voices as Q's
and Scarlett's, arguing.....again....but looking around, he didn't see anyone
but Steryko, Caroline and Judd. Shrugging, he hit his commbadge and said,
"Riker to Transporter Room 3. Beam Lieutenant Erickson, Ensign Iverson,
Commander Steryko and I directly to the bridge."
"But sir," Caroline spoke up, "I"m only an
ensign."
"Consider yourself promoted." Caroline's eyes widened, and she
threw a stiff salute. "Yes sir!"
When they reappeared on the bridge, Will's first officer didn't even
turn as she said, "We're following the Lepointes back to their
planet.Correction, you're folllowing the Lepointes. I am not. Neither is
Wesley."
"What?" Wesley asked. "I didn't know anything about
this."
"Well, you do now. We are going back to the Continuum. We're not
spending any more time with these pathetic mortals."
"Watch what you're saying, Commander!" Will said sharply.
"Why should I? You can't do anything about it." Will motioned
to Steryko and he took her arm. "Take her to the brig."
"The brig? So what! It's a forcefield! I'll get out. I will! I
will...." Her voice faded into the turbolift.
"Let me go!" the brig officer heard as someone struggled
against his or her restrainer. He turned to see Steryko shove that person into
the brig and activate the forcefield. His heavy footsteps vanished out the
door. "Ensign Carter!" said the prisoner, who the man, named Eric, recognized
as his commanding officer, stepping out of her containment field. Eric hit his
commbadge. "Ensign Carter to security--"
But before he could finish, Scarlett was gone.
In the background he could hear water quietly rushing. Soft music also
played, probably from Angel One, he realized. Looking up, he could see a bright
moon. Something awful at his feet made him cringe. Glancing down, he noticed
that some small tan things sat there. In fact, they were along the whole beach.
"Ugh!" he exclaimed, and was about to leave when someone said from
behind him,."Don't go." He turned to see a woman in a loose, white
dress, her long blonde hair flowing behind her, standing there.
"Mortal," he grunted.
"Perhaps I'm not," she replied and walked toward him.
"Perhaps I am. But what has that got to do with this?"
"Quite a bit," he responded. "I am not a mortal. I am
a-"
"Q. As am I."
"Have we met? I must have seen you in the Continuum. I have lived
there for five billion years."
"The Continuum's a big place," she told him, gently running
her fingers through his hair. "It's easy enough for two people not to know
each other. But we do know each other now."
"You know, I've never liked blonde hair."
"Oh." She was orange-haired. "How about now?"
"No."
She had long, raven black hair. He knew he had seen that somewhere.
"Now?"
"I know you!" he exclaimed.
"Of course you do, Q," she said, gazing into his eyes.
"As I know you. Strange, isn't it, that we once considered each other
enemies? Now we are lovers."
"Slow down. I thought you were married to that mortal, what's his
name, Tesme?"
"Wesley. But he's just a mortal."
"And I have a wife-"
"Forget her." Q was smiling. "I just remembered--"
"I know." She was suddenly indignant. "Thanks a lot,
slime brain."
"Fine words, coming from a half-mortal."
"You watch it."
"Why should I?"
"Put me back on my ship! Now! If you don't, why, why, I'll make you
wish you've never been born!"
"Ooh, touchy, aren't you?"
"You know, in the mood I'm in right now, Q, if you weren't
immortal, I'd kill you." Q was still smiling as he teleported the angry
commander to a place she wished she could forget.....
The fierce yelling was a
familiar sound to Scarlett's ears. She knew immediatly where she was.
"Court," she groaned and got up from her laying position on the
floor. The scruffy, strange residents of the Continuum were gathered around,
yelling, shouting, calling out vile oaths. But from one corner, Scarlett saw
her aunt Christine in one corner, looking very nervous. "Aunt
Christine!" she called, but the dark woman just put a finger to her lips,
and pointed to something directly in front of Scarlett. She looked. It was a
chair of some sort, slowly sliding toward her. Squinting, she could make out
red robes with a tall black hat. Then, a face. Whose, she didn't know--wait a
minute. That could only be one person.
Q.
"Not again," she grumbled as he approached her. "Q-"
But then she stopped. The thing coming toward her was not Q. Nor was it
his son, Q the Sequel. Or Renee` Livonette`, for that matter.
It was her own father, Alexander Nicholas Troi.
Chapter
Twenty-Three
Darth Maul Takes a
Dirt Nap
Also Titled Scarlett Changes Her Name (Finally)
Meanwhile, back at the farm--er, Titan, Qui-Gon Jinn and Obi-Wan Kenobi
were fighting the Sith. He was a very good fighter, with excellent blocking and
parrying skills. Finally Qui-Gon could no longer take it. Reversing his
lightsaber, he knocked the Sith under the chin. Maul stumbled back, suprised. A
strange look came over Qui-Gon's face, a smile, a wicked one, as he ran the
Sith through with his blade. He crumpled to the ground. "Well, that was
easy," Obi-Wan heard Qui-Gon say. He must have gasped, because Qui-Gon
stared at him. "What?"
"Master, if the Council had heard that...." Qui-Gon put a hand
on Obi-Wan's shoulder. "The important thing is that they didn't and
won't." He looked down at him. "Right?"
"Right. But something doesn't seem right here, Master. It feels to
me that you are the one who is supposed to be lying there, and Darth Maul is
the one who kills you." Qui-Gon shook his head. "Nonsense, Obi-Wan.
This is the way it was supposed to be." Obi-Wan tried to shrug it off.
"All right, Master." But he still couldn't shake the feeling.
Scarlett could do nothing but gape as her father slid closer and closer
to her. He looked just as he did the day he died: His skin was perfectly white,
his blue eyes clear and focused...on his daughter. "Scarlettamaria
Troi," he said when he got very close.
"For the record, my name is Scarlett Maria Troi. I changed it."
"You changed it!" he sneered, milking the crowd for jeers.
"Just like you mortals. Always changing your minds."
"As long as you've been away from me, mon pere, I really don't remember you being this way. You were
always kind and-"
"Well, tough! You know, we can't change who we are. I've learned to accept
it. So should you. Now, now, who said that? A certain Commander S. Troi,
eh?"
"What has gotten into you? Next thing you're going to start
criticizing Wesley."
"Wesley! Let's see here....Ah! Lieutenant Wesley Crusher,
engineering and bridge, night shift. Your husband!
And a mortal to boot! Daughter, you are indeed naive." Something clicked
in his head. "What's this? You have a child?" Scarlett looked at her
feet. "Well, not yet. But we will in July." Alexander spat out vile
words. His daughter finally snapped. "My mother obviously made a grave
mistake in marrying you!" she exclaimed. "You're no better than that
scum Q himself."
"No!" Christine cried out and ran out in front of her older
brother and his daughter. She dropped to her knees. "Scarlett...that scum
Q is my husband." Scarlett was walking away when she heard this, and her
steps skidded to a halt. "Wait--husband? Q? And that makes him--"
"A monkey's uncle," said the annoying voice in her head.
"Be quiet!" she hissed. "That makes me his niece...and Q
the Sequel is my cousin!"
"Ugh," said another voice, suprisingly similar to Q's.
"Did I ask you?" she growled, and turned back to her aunt.
"Do you mind?" she asked and made a finger snapping motion. "Be
my guest," Christine replied. Scarlett snapped her fingers, and Q and Q
the Sequel stood on the floor. "Now, Q, what have I told you about going
into other people's heads?" Christine scolded her son. "Next time, I
will not hesitiate to punish you."
"Your mother is absolutely right," Q agreed. "Did you
like your time as an ameba?" Christine gave him the same stern look.
"The same goes for you, Mister. I will not hesitate to punish you,
either." Q kissed her hand. "My sincerest apologies, diamond...I will
not do it again....forgive me?"
"Possibly. But you only have one more chance before I take you to
the Continuum High Council." Q looked crestfallen. "Yes,
sweetheart."
"Oh, be quiet!" exclaimed Alexander. "This is the trial
of my daughter. Do you hear me? My daughter. Mine, mine, mine,
mine!" Christine turned to him, her eyes ablaze. "Ndek lepack fes a
lrex!" she shot back. Scarlett recognized it as the language of the
Continuum...other than English. Her aunt had just told her father to put a cork
in it. "Ndek lepack fes a lrex mejeck!" said her father. He had said,
"Put a cork in it yourself!" Scarlett tossed a microphone to Q the
Sequel. "Welcome to WWE Raw Wrestling!" she said into it. "I'm
Scarlett Troi, and I'm bringing you all the action along with my partner,
Q!" The crowd cheered. "In one corner of the ring," Q the Sequel
said, "we have the mighty Q!"
"Otherwise known as Alexander Nicholas Troi," Scarlett put in.
"And in the other corner, is my mother, the great Q!"
"Otherwise known as Christine Daae`. And our ringside reporter, the
man you know, and love (or hate, for that matter) my uncle, his father, the
fabulous....Q!" Here was where Q took over. "The two contenders are
gearing up....the bell is rung...and sumo!" The two ran at each other.
"You'll wish you've never been born, Tine!" shouted Alexander.
"Oh, I'm so scared!" Christine exclaimed. They continued to
shout insults. Scarlett rolled her eyes. "I"m sorry, I just
remembered an important engagement," she said to Q the Sequel. He didn't
look at her. "Don't you have something to say to me?"
"Okay....you're not so bad after all. Deal?" Q (the
normal--well, as normal as a Q can be--) made a coughing sound. Scarlett rolled
her eyes again and said to him, "Okay....I'll stop calling you scum....if
you'll stop calling me "a half-mortal" or pathetic mortal. Same goes
for Wesley. Got it?" He saluted. "Yes, Commandant." She glared
at him, and he reluctantly said, "Yes, Commander Troi...may I call you mon fille?"
"Quick and simple answer for you--no."
Okay, so life in Starfleet wasn't any easier than life in the Continuum.
But it had some things that Scarlett loved...like seeing the look on Admiral
Selene's face after her enemy had defied the Prime Directive--thirty-eight
times, last count. Since she was eleven, that's an average of two times a year
over a period of nineteen years. Not bad.
But she had no time to think about Admiral Selene. She, Will and Deanna
had to bade the Naboo party farewell. The Jedi bowed respectfully to them, and
Scarlett held out her hand for Obi-Wan to kiss. "You know, if I wasn't
married, I might consider you as a possible candidate," she said. "If
I was to ever become widowed--"
"Let's hope that day never comes, Madame," Obi-Wan replied. He
climbed onto the transport pad, and Will went behind the controls.
"Welcome aboard the Titan Transport System," he told them. "For
those of you who have never used a transporter before, please remain very still
while you are being transported. Do not attempt to use weapons of any kind
during the transport. Thank you and enjoy your trip. We are now
energizing."
The Naboo party was gone. "Well, I can't say I'm sad that they're
gone," Scarlett said to her cousins. "But Wesley and I have to scram...we
should be back in December. Oh, and Deanna, Happy Elisabetha Day." She
disappeared.
"What in the name of the Prime Directive is Elisabetha Day?"
Will asked.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Five
Months, and Fifty Continuum Years Later
Will and Deanna had just toasted the success of the new warp core with a
special from their former captain--Chateau Picard. For some reason, Will began
to kiss Deanna madly. "Stop!" she exclaimed teasingly. They were
interrupted by the doorbell to the tune "Shave and a Haircut--Two
Bits" on the doorbell. They exchanged a glance. Obviously. "Come
in."
No one came in. Suddenly the replicator began to replicate something.
"Boy, I thought you guys would never figure it out. It was getting very
cramped in there." The voice was coming from a champagne glass sitting on
the replicator pad. Will walked over and picked it up. A white mist came out of
the glass, and floated around the quarters for a few seconds. Then it
materialized into a wispy white satin dress, with a white velveeteen top to it.
"Well, I have to admit, white is not my favorite or best, for that
matter, color, but it blended into the champagne," said the raven black
haired girl in it. "Did you come alone?" Will asked.
"No, Wesley came--where is Wesley, anyway? Wesley! Wesley!!"
Help!" came from the replicator. "He must have gotten
stuck," Scarlett reasoned. She went over to the replicator and tapped it
sharply. "Wesley, are you in there?"
"Help!" it said again. Scarlett rolled her eyes and out of the
replicator came a very small Wesley. "Sometimes I think it would just be
easier to make you a Q," she told him before he became normal size. He
just shook his head.
"Wait a second--on Earth it's February," Will realized.
"You said you'd be back in December." Scarlett shrugged it off.
"Well, for one thing, my aunt Renee` got into this huge fight with the
Miskigons, and that took about ten years to get over."
"Ten years?" Deanna asked. "Oh yes," Scarlett
replied. "Ten Continuum years, in otherwords, a month. And then my aunt
Christine decided that she was going to misplace the Trerin moons,and to find
that took a month. That's what caused the delay."
"Oh."
"Well, we're all very talkative, aren't we?"
The next day, Scarlett felt like she was in heaven walking onto the
bridge. Smiling, she saw that Madison had dyed her hair blue, and Abbie's
sported blonde streaks. Judd was wearing a Spurs shirt. "Hey, Judd, did
the Spurs win the NBA finals?" she called out to him. He didn't reply,
just kept throwing a basketball at the tactical station. Typical Judd. But the
thing that caught her eye most was that something
had re-decorated the first officer's chair--her chair--with scarlet silk. Poking a finger into it, she felt
very soft stuffing. "Okay, who did this?" she asked with a smile.
"Guilty," chroused the bridge crew, except for Judd, who said,
"Spurs vs. Lakers game tonight on Holodeck 5." Scarlett rolled her
eyes as she plopped into the chair and said, "Sooo, Will, where are we off
to?"
"The Supperson system. The inhabitants of the planet that was
formerly home to Farpoint Station is going to attempt a reconstruction--and not
with a living creature, this time."
"Aha. And you don't expect a totally awful experience with our best buddy,
Q, like last time?"
"Not really. At least, that's what I assume."
"You assume too much," Scarlett answered with a smile.
So the mission was a boring one, at least it was boring by Scarlett's
standards. There were no Romulans or Ferenghi beaming on to the ship, no phaser
fights...just a few weeks of rebuilding Farpoint Station. Mostly she hung
around the ship, which orbited the seventh planet in the Supperson system, but
when Deanna, who had been overseeing the Titan crewmembers on the planet,
brought back some purchases from the newly rebuilt marketplace, she couldn't
help but get the tiniest bit excited.
"There's a platinum trombone for Will," she murmured, digging
through the enormously large bag, "a bolt of new shimmersilk cloth for
Mother--she's always complaining that I never
bring her anything--let's see, a blanket for Ensign Caruso's new baby, a purple
one with green embroidery, a few assorted things for me, and finally,
this." She whipped out a long blue-red cloak, with tassels hanging from
each side, and a silver clip at the top. "Imported from Wakikimaui
3."
"No offense, Deanna, but I don't think blue-red is exactly your
color," Scarlett muttered. She didn't know why, but she was in a foul
mood. Maybe it was just the fact that she was bored to dirt. Sighing, she
stopped time.
Why she stopped time was a mystery to her. "Why?" she murmured
as she mosied her way down the hall outside the transporter room. Perhaps it
was just because Deanna didn't bring her anything. Maybe it was because Wesley
had been sent to Starfleet Academy for a witness in some hearing. Or could it
possibly be the fact that nothing exciting ever happened anymore?
Trying to find something to do, she wandered into the infirmary.
Virginia Hartleis was injjecting a patient with hypospray. Another doctor was
replicating something from the replicator. Both were paused into the middle of
their tasks.
Nothing too interesting. She strolled out of the infirmary and headed
for engineering. Lieutenant Commander Timon de Belle was working on the new
shield modulations. Nothing too fascinating, so she found her way back to her
quarters.
Lounging in a chair, her guard down, she was suprised when Wesley
walked in and yelled, ‘’Scarlett, what have you done ?!’’
TO BE CONTINUED……