Star Trek The Next Generation The Gift: A Star Trek SI

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I slam down a PADD on to my desk in frustration and get push myself away and up from it. Sonya is startled by my sudden outburst.

"What's wrong?" she asks

"I'm what's wrong. I apologize for the sudden outburst. But I'm not getting any of this." I admit as I rub my temples

"You will eventually, this is just all new to you." she tries to comfort

"I appreciate the vote of confidence Sonya, but I'm not going to get this. I've barely been getting by. I KNOW how to push buttons. I've heard Geordi say it a million times as a joke, 12 Monkey's and a Chimp could operate the Enterprise. The tech in this century is literally fool proof. I can get buy on pushing buttons. But I'm not getting any of the formulas. I'm not getting any of the science. I knew this would be a problem. I had to take alternate Math courses in high school just to cover the bare minimum credit requirements because most of it goes over my head....and my teachers were frustrated because they all saw the potential in me. I never applied myself. Which is hilarious because now, when I'm putting in one hundred percent effort and focus, into something I want BADLY...I realize that I'm just not going to cut it." I slam my hand against the bulkhead

Sonya gets up and comforts me.

"This has happened to every Cadet and NCO since Starfleet was incorporated. I assure you with time..."

"Sonya I appreciate the pep talk, I really do. But this is not about time or effort. This is about not being the best. All of you on this ship, are the BEST. The very best this Fleet has to offer and I am not on that same wave length. I believe I can contribute though. It just might be through a different way. Excuse me."

"Where are you going?"

"To see the head of security." I wink back at her and she has a disappointing expression on her face

I make way to Worf's security office with is adjacent to the Brig on Deck 4, which also is where the Armory is located along with Transporter Room 1. Worf happens to be inside doing paper work.

"Sir? May I speak with you if you've a minute?" I ask him

Worf looks up, looking terribly pleased to be interrupted from doing paper work for however long he's been doing it.

"What is it you wish to speak of?" he asks

"I was just with Ensign Gomez and had a...difficult epiphany. I'm struggling with all of this." I imply my studies in general to which Worf frowns

"I have been keeping up to date on Commander Riker's evaluation, you have been getting passing grades." he replies

"I know...so far. But the science Worf, I'm struggling with the science. That's with having Wesley Crusher and Sonya Gomez tutoring me daily on stuff. Two of the smartest people that I have ever encountered in my life, of which I include my best friend back home. It's not a teaching thing either. They're both equally wonderful teachers, Wes especially. I'm just not getting it. I am here to make a request of you." I explain

Worf picking up on my meaning quickly knows what I'm about to ask before I ask.

"You wish to join security." he replies and I nod

"Yes sir. I feel out of all the major departments, it is the one that I can best excel in." I reply seriously

This time Worf leans back in his chair and studies me for a few minutes. They feel like an eternity.

"You do understand that it will not be easy, and I do not...play...favourites." he finally answers

"I understand sir."

"I will be evaluating your progress under the same scrutiny as Commander Riker, and Counsellor Troi have been." he states

"I understand sir, and wouldn't expect anything less."

"It will be difficult, Adam...especially the physical part. Are you prepared for the pain?" he asks dropping his voice an octave. He knows about my foot of course

"I'm prepared for anything you throw at me sir." I say a little over confidently

"Very well. Then you will report for detail at 07:00 tomorrow morning. I do not tolerate lateness as you know."

"Yes sir. Thank you sir. I won't let you down." I reply and get up and leave, I hear a quiet harrumph from Worf as his door shuts. Doubt.

I come back to my quarters and Sonya is sitting on my couch, arms crossed over her chest. Christy is sitting next her with the same expression.

"Oh Hi honey." I say as I walk gingerly towards the couch. This can't be good for me.

"So how did it go with Worf?" Sonya asks

"And when were you planning on telling me about this major decision in your life?" Christy asks

"Uhhhh...when you got home from work...which is now, and it went fine." I reply as I sit down next to them

"Why are you doing this? You know it's going to be torture on your foot, not to mention the rest of your body?" Christy asks as she gets up and walks over to sit next to me

I turn to her.

"Sweetheart, I've already been torturing my body over this schedule the last few months. I'm not cut out for this....science stuff. Security at least gives me a shot. I know I can tolerate the pain. The hypo--"

"It will be a grind Adam. Maybe you should have waited until after your foot surgery." Christy says

"I agree." Sonya

The doubt from everyone is hurting me now.

"Look. I Know what I'm doing. I know what I can't do. At least this gives me a chance. I know what to expect from Worf. But I also know that he will give me a fair shot, and I'm willing to put myself through that in order to get what I want. If I fail this...I don't know what I'd do with myself otherwise."

"You're so dramatic. You'll be fine." Christy says as the two of them chuckle at my expense

This has given me a new purpose and something to prove to everyone that I can do.

 

[Marlow3]

Are you going to be including any of the STO stuff in this fic? I only ask as the tox comes up again in one of those stories as well as Boratus and co with a timeline story.
Thanks for the chapter.

 

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Are you going to be including any of the STO stuff in this fic? I only ask as the tox comes up again in one of those stories as well as Boratus and co with a timeline story.
Thanks for the chapter.

Click to shrink...

Maybe a little bit later on. What is canon in this? That's a good question. For now canon is obviously the shows (yes up to Picard and some of Discovery---in this particular version SI Adam only knows up to Season 4 of Discovery). Some stuff from the novel'verse. Some of the games...but that's about it for now.

 

[Lillie Jones]

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The year has gone by quicker than I had anticipated. It is the beginning December now...that feeling of dread is starting to creep again as we get nearer and nearer to the Best of Both Worlds. The Borg are coming and there's nothing I can do about it. However that is in the near future, in the present time the Enterprise has been abuzz for several weeks now as we have been selected to host the Legaran Conference. Yes, we've reached "Sarek" finally and I've been giddy as fuck--so much so that Christy has noticed it. Everyone is excited. How could we not be? Ambassador Fucking Sarek is coming aboard...Mark Leonard. The father of Spock!!! Rao damn if I'm not pumped about it. Security training has begun and as everyone predicted it has been quite harsh on me but I'm making due. Security is also a whole lot more different than what I was anticipating as well. You have to know a little bit of everything, and everyone. I'm in a kind of boot camp phase to begin with.

I've been reading up on the talks with the Legarans...the episode attempted to put over the significance of this conference but I think failed a bit...it is considered the crowning achievement in Sarek's illustrious career. 93 years--half of his life---has been devoted to finalizing these talks and reaching an accord with the mysterious race. We're currently on route to Vulcan to pick up Sarek---and his wife--Perrin--and we'll be taking them to Legara IV where the final talks are scheduled to take place. The importance of this is on par with the Khitomer Accords. I've taken to replicate fancy dress clothes on the off chance that I am to meet Sarek.

I hurry through the hallway as I barely manage to reach Transporter Room 3 in time...Picard, and Riker are present in their dress uniforms. Miles is wearing his behind us...I slow down and adjust my 21st century civilian designer business suit---I would actually prefer wearing dress uniforms, I stand out like an eye sore---but I'm not an officer so this is gonna be the next best thing. I REFUSE to wear those tacky clothes. I stand in silence as Sarek's aid's, Ki Mendrossen, and Sakkath are beamed aboard first as Picard greets them . Mendrossen gives his speech about Sarek's health, and that he may not attend the various events that have been planned for him. I watch as Picard hides his disappointment as Chief O'Brien beams aboard the iconic Vulcan and his wife. It is hard not to mark out right now big time. Sarek!!! I'm even excited to see Perrin!!! Captain Picard introduces Riker and I to them both---Perrin exchanges polite nods to us both, Sarek though wants to head straight to the conference room. So far everything is going according to plan. Will dismisses me after the two of them leave. Mendrossen eyes me briefly as he passes by.

"So what was it like?" Christy asks me.

"What was what like?" I reply

"Meeting the Ambassador." she says as we eat our dinner

"Oh it was amazing...but it was pretty quick. He was intent on seeing the conference room layout."

"You must've been disappointed he didn't address you..."

"No. Not really. He's a busy man."

We chit chat some more and then my comm badge beep.

"Riker to Young...report to Ten Forward. On the double."

Will sounds angry...but not at me.

"On my way. "

"It's always going to be like this isn't it?" Christy says suddenly

"Like what?"

"We're in the middle of doing something, when you get called away to do bigger and more important things! Ignoring me!" she shouts

Oh no...it's happening.

"Christy...look, I do gotta go...something bad is going on with Sarek. We'll talk about this when I get back. You are the most important person in my life---and just like you DO---I have responsibilities that I have to attend to on this ship. You know this. I love you. No one and nothing is more important that you are to me...believe me."

I take her hands and kiss both of them.

"I-I'm sorry. I don't know--"

"It's okay. I know what is going on....it'll be all right. I'll see you in a bit."

She just nods and I head off to Ten Forward to discuss Sarek. I think I know what I have to do.

I report to Ten Forward where I find the Captain, Commander Riker, Counsellor Troi, and Dr. Crusher already in mid-discussion about what is going on. The brawl that just happened is getting broken up and cleaned up by security and Guinan's staff.

"Mr. Young...as you can see we are all experiencing a situation...we believe that it is connected to Ambassador Sarek."

"Yes, Christy, and I just had an argument out of no where."

I sigh.

"Sarek is suffering from Bendaii Syndrome. He was diagnosed with it shortly before we grabbed him from Vulcan. His aides are quite naturally, keeping it a secret for obvious reasons. Sakkath has been using a technique to...absorb Sarek's emotions for a time. It is a difficult process and takes it toll on the person."

"Sakkath has also kept this information to himself...only Perrin knows but is in denial about it."

Picard tugs on his uniform.

"This needs to be dealt with...we can not proceed with all of...this going on and with us experiencing...psychic bleeding from the procedure."

"I suggest speaking to the aides first, then directly confronting Sarek. Go to Perrin as well...she'll help you with him."

"Mr. Young...do you have a more advanced way of dealing with this?"


I sigh again.

"Yes I do but we first need to get them to acknowledge that he has it first---Sarek will eventually submit to tests...and then..."

"Out with it Adam." Picard prompts

"You volunteer to take the Ambassador's emotions for the duration of the talks..."

Picard exchanges glances with Riker and they half grin.

"I see. You want to volunteer yourself."

"Yes sir. You're not expendable should anything happen to you, the ship needs it's Captain, and I'm well aware that Commander Riker can fill in during that time, but you have the perfect person to accept those responsibilities, not to mention I know what to expect from it. "

"Adam...that maybe so, but what you're asking to take on---is not something that any old human can take. Captain Picard has training...you are just starting yours...maybe..." Deanna says

"Counsellor...I know what the Captain endures during the procedure, and something of what Sakkath has been enduring for however long it has been...I know what my limit is...and Beverly will be there to help me...and you if you're able to. I'm not afraid of what might happen and I know my own mind. Allow me to do this for him...please."

The exchange looks. They don't like this idea one bit...and admittedly I shouldn't be doing it, but I DO want to do this for Sarek. It's the least I can do.


"Very well, when we get to that point we'll discuss you as an option. Until then you're dismissed."

I am waiting in my quarters when the door chime beeps.

"Enter."

In walks Captain Picard, Doctor Crusher, Counsellor Troi, Sakkath, Ki Mendrossen and the Great Man himself.

"I have need of your services Mr. Young." Ambassador Sarek says formally. I raise my right hand in the Vulcan Salute. Control. Control. Control.

"I am honored to serve in anyway that I can Ambassador. It is a tremendous honor to meet you."

He nods.

Sakkath approaches me.

"Captain Picard has impressed upon us your desire to help the Ambassador in this matter, and while we are grateful for your help, I want you to understand the great toll this will take on you. IF you survive the process, you may still feel residual effects for some time after we have concluded these talks."

"I understand. I seek the danger." I say turning towards Sarek who nods at me. He gets the reference.

"Counsellor Troi and Doctor Crusher will monitor your status throughout the duration of the process." Picard says and I nod as I take my seat at my desk.

"I understand. No one else here does...I'm ready."

"Very well. We shall proceed."

Sakkath reaches up to my temple and places his hand on there...and does the same to Ambassador Sarek. This is not a traditional Vulcan Mind Meld so the traditional iconic words are not said. Instead he says a ritual I am not familiar with, and it is in ancient Vulcan...that much I do recognize. At first I feel nothing...then...all of a SUDDEN! WHAM.

"It is done."

I am a blank canvas for a moment or two. Slaughtered by the various raging emotions...I barely hear Sakkath instruct the others to leave, I don't look up. I barely hear Deanna in my head. Adam...it's Deanna. Focus on my voice. Use my voice as a central point and come to me. ARRRRRRGGGGGGGGGGGGGGGHHHHHHH!!!!!! I feel dozens of emotions at once. Barraging me. It is unlike anything that I have felt before in my life---or will again. Every emotion amplified by a million....and then...then...for a moment...

"I-I...I'm here." I clutch the desk and gasp for breath.

"We will be here as long as ---" Beverly says

"NO! I shout. Not at first....come back later. I---need control---control---control. CONTROLL!" I watch as myself as the two of them leave and turn out the off the lights.

"AHHHHHARRRRRRRGGHHHHHHHHHHHHH!!!!!!"

The darkness embraces me as I continue to struggle through Sarek's raging emotions. My quarters are a mess...Christy is going to kill me...as I have momentary clarity. Then it starts again as I hear Beverly come into the room.

"NOOOOOOOOOOO!!!!!!" I scream as I have so many times in the last few hours. Buckets of Sweat pours down my brow and cheeks.

"It is wrong! A life time of discipline washed away! And in it's place..." I GROWL LAUGH AND CRY at the same time. This is exhausting...

"BEDLAM!" I exclaim

"I'm so...old. There is nothing left, than dry bones, and dead friends."

"Tired...so tired."

"It'll pass. All of it, just another hour Adam, you're doing fine." Who?

"NO! THIS WEAKNESS DISGUSTS ME! I HATE IT! Where is my LOGIC? I am betrayed by desires...oooooohhhhhh....I--want to f-feel...I want to FEEL EVERYTHING!"

"But I am a Vulcan! I must feel NOTHING!" drool drips from my mouth

"GIVE ME BACK MY CONTROL!" I weep....Beverly yanks me out of it temporarily.

"ADAM!"

"Perrin...I wanted to g-give you so m-much more. I wanted to show you so much---t-t-t-tenderness...but that is not our way. "

"Spock... Amanda....did you know?? Michael...did-did you k-know? H-How m-much---h-much I LOVED YOUUUU! I LOVE YOU!!!" the last part is difficult to get out and I break down in tears.


"Adam..." Beverly tries softer to get my attention now

I exhale...I am again myself. I see Beverly sitting before me...beautiful red headed Beverly...my breathing starts to slow down.

"Beverly..." I gasp and grab her elbow. She winces under the sudden strength and I let her go....

"I'm here Adam." I can hear the tricorder scanning me...

"It--i-i-it is difficult...the---the anguish of the man...the despair, the regret. Pouring out of him, all of those--feelings." I start crying again

"I c-can't...I can't stop them...from coming."

"Don't even try." I feel Beverly squeeze my hands as I unleash the remaining emotions....I'm going to have to cook for both Beverly and Deanna after this.

A hour and a half later and the talks finally conclude and Sakkath restores both of us to ourselves once again. He was correct, the remnants of his emotions linger in the back of my head....he and I have shared an incredible experience. He knows now what I do, and I retain knowledge that he had.

I await in the Transporter Room along with Captain Picard and Commander Riker...as Sarek arrives along with Perrin and his two aides following behind him. The Captain and Sarek exchange pleasantries, while Perrin approaches me and offers both her hands, and I accept them.

"Thank you for what you have done for him. He won't say it but it means a lot."

"It was my honor and pleasure Madam."

I pause for a second. Damn. I should have let Jean-Luc do this...but he IS too important, to me as well, not just the ship. This was selfish. I admit that.

"He loves you very much."

"I know. I have always known." she smiles back at me and I nod

Sarek then steps in front of me. I am shaking a bit but I can't help it.

"I shall take my leave of you Captain, Mr. Young....I do not think we shall meet again."

"I hope you're wrong Ambassador." Picard says

"We shall retain the better parts of each other." he says to me

I hold my hand up in the Vulcan salute.

"I believe I have the better part of that bargain, Ambassador. Live Long and Prosper."

He raises his hand in return.

"Peace, and long life. Attend me my wife."

I watch the Vulcan continent then beam down and I slump along side the console...Riker and Picard help me up. I wave them both off.

"Are you all right Mr. Young?"

I slump and hold onto the transporter console, the toll this has been, is incredible.

"Residual effects of the...lingering emotions. Bev---Doctor Crusher says I'll be back to normal in a couple of days. Restrain...is---difficult right now." I reply

"What was it like?" Picard asks

"Overwhelming. Unlike anything that I have ever experienced before in my life, or will again. For the duration of the talks...I was HIM...I had his thoughts, his desires, his memories, his...Rao--his feelings. It was like several tidal waves that threatened to smash me...everything that the disease has done to his brain...absolutely devastating. It is depressing."

Picard nods.

"I'm ordering you confined to your quarters for rest and relaxation for a week. Doctor Crusher will monitor your condition until she deems you have been fully restored to yourself again. Understood?"

"Aye sir."

"Well done again Mr. Young. Off to bed with you though now."

"Thank you sir.

"No, Thank you Adam."

I just nod as I head back to my quarters.

Next Up: HIJINKS!!!! But not the kind you're all maybe thinking of in "Menage E' Troi"!!!

 

[Lillie Jones]

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The next few days are tiring still as I recover from hosting Sarek's emotions. It was much more than that though...as I said to Captain Picard, for those several hours I WAS Sarek as he is now. Trapped within his own mind...subject to his out of control emotions. They are Vulcan emotions so at least double what we feel. I asked Commander Riker how he was...and Will told me that he was ME. My charm, my wit, but also Sarek's abilities and knowledge---clear. It must have been an interesting experience to see.

Christy apologizes for her outburst at dinner...and I tell her it wasn't needed...we head to the beach on the holodeck for a few days and it helps but I still deal with the lingering effects of Sarek's rage. We make love a few times and Christy is impressed with my vigor.

"I think I posses some of Sarek's stamina..." I joke as we laugh in bed

I check in to my still weekly appointments with Deanna.

"How are you feeling?"

"Not fully myself yet but am getting there."

"How are things with Christy? You two were in the holodeck for a couple of days if I remember correctly? A program that Reg recommended to you?"

"Yeah. A little resort on Oahu. One of Reg's favourite places. It was a beautiful place. We had a lot of fun."

"You seem more relaxed."

"I hear you and Will have been dating again."


"We're not here to discuss my personal life."

I smile.

"Sorry. Deflection. Bad habit."

"I know."

"The truth is Deanna...I don't know how I am. That experience was so unique...so different from anything I've ever experienced before that I don't know how to express myself yet."

"I understand. Do you think you're ready to return to your studies? Worf has been asking about you."

"I think I can handle it...the question is do you think I'm ready?"

"I agree that you can handle some classes. I would suggest half of what you were doing before, for now at least. I will inform Commander Riker."

"Agreed....so your mom is coming aboard soon."

"We are not done our session yet Mr. Young."

"We're not? I don't have much else to talk about Deanna right now, or else I'd be more voluntary."

"You are still feeling the effects of the meld."

I nod.


"Yes, my mother will be visiting when we head to Betazed for the trade conference. Will and I are planning on spending some...time together. How did you know about us?"


"Gossip travels fast on the ship."

"We were planning a retreat together after the conclusion of the conference. Would you and Christy like to accompany us?"

"I'd have to ask Christy, but I don't think it is a problem. Oh yeah. Something important."

"Yes?"

"There's going to be an incident involving a Ferengi Captain...name of Tog, I think. He becomes...enamored with your mother, so much so that when she rejects him he kidnaps the three of you---"

"What are you suggesting?

"I believe he is part of the Ferengi delegation. I am suggesting that if it is at all possible at this late junction...if we could get him replaced with a less...problematic Daimon."

"I'm sure Mother will appreciate this."

"I'm looking forward to meeting her."

"You are?"

I laugh.

"I know you and her...argue sometimes, and she's overbearing, but that is because she loves you very much Deanna. More than you can possibly realize. Besides which, where I come from, she's a bit of an icon and fan favourite."

Deanna groans.

"You're going to get along famously with her then."

"It'd be my pleasure to give you two a bit of a reprieve from her."

"I owe you."

"Actually I still owe you and Beverly dinner, for helping me with the Sarek thing."

"You don't have to do that, we were doing our duties."

"You tolerated a lot from me---when I literally wasn't myself. You may have been doing your duty---but I still feel obligated to show you both my appreciation."

"Fine. After the trade conference then? When my mother leaves?"

I laugh again.

"Sure.

"We need to talk still about your surgery coming up. But we'll schedule that for another appointment."

"Good. You free right now?"

"Actually I am for a hour. Why??

"Ten Forward? Chocolate Sundae on me?"


"Sounds delightful."

I report to Worf's office. It's about a week or so after the ordeal with Sarek now. I'm still feeling the after effects of the mind meld. I was informed that it would probably linger with me for weeks. Sarek's memories and feelings intrude every so often, and folks have pointed out that I occasionally speak in his voice. Selar has been helpful in aiding with...controlling these effects. I enter Worf's office and there is a striking officer there with Lt Junior grade pips on her collar. She resembles Mekia Cox, Nyla Harper from "The Rookie".

"Mr. Young. How are you feeling?" Worf asks---I don't think I've ever heard Worf ask THAT particular question before, and he does so laced with sarcasm.

"The same, sir. Counsellor Troi however thinks I am able to resume my studies." I reply

"Excellent. We we proceed with caution, until we can be certain the effects of the mind meld have completely vanished. This is Lieutenant Maia Morani. I have assigned her as your...TO. You will follow all of her orders as if they were coming from me. She will report to me at the end of each day, and I will evaluate your progress." Worf says

"Aye sir. Lieutenant."

"Report to the gym on the double, boot." she snaps at me and I kick into high gear.

Oh boy. This can't be good for me.

The Trade Conference takes place as it does in the episode---the Ferengi Alliance question the request to remove Daimon Tog from their delegation---I believe he was the captain of the ship that transported the Ferengi reps to Betazed...but not wanting to jeopardize losing potential profits---Grand Nagus Zek accepts the recommendation and orders another Captain and ship to transport his delegation to Betazed so I effectively butterfly the episode.

Christy agrees to the double date invitation, she's always wanted to go to Betazed anyway and never gotten the chance to do that. I think she's a little hesitant to hang out with senior officers, and I choose to not bring up the fact that she agreed to date Geordi on the show---that conversation probably wouldn't turn out well for me. Training with Lt. Morani has been...exhausting. She has me on a short leash. Hand to hand combat, combined with weapons training, profiling, heavy physical training, I'm now down to almost 200 pounds and dropped nearly 25 percent body fat since arriving in the Star Trek Universe. I have just started learning law. This is on top of my other studies still as well. Those haven't stopped just because I picked Security.

The schedule for my surgery is finally been set---December 29...the day after my birthday. I'm not complaining at all as this will be life altering, but thought I would have at least a couple of buffer days afterwards to recover. So I'd best not have any booze at the inevitable birthday party that someone will no doubt plan or throw for me. I already suspect that either Christy or Deanna have been planning something for me knowing that I hate surprises---and I hate surprise parties even more.

I am called out of the blue to Transporter Room 3. Captain Picard and Commander Riker are wearing their dress uniforms, as is Deanna---which is unusual for her even in this time period.

Your mother? I send to her. Yes, unfortunately.

Miles slides the transporter controls---I will be starting my transporter training fairly soon and quite frankly it scares the shit out of me more than anything I've done so far--into their sequenced position and two forms materialize on the iconic platform. One VERY tall and slightly blue gray---the other one--iconic. It's Majel. I don't know who this Majel is young man, but I am flattered by your thoughts. Oh shit. Being called young man at 45---almost 46 is flattering to say the least.

"Ambassador Troi, welcome aboard." Jean-Luc greets as cheerily as he can possibly muster---I've butterflied his great moment too unfortunately.

"Jean-Luc!!! It is always grand to see you." She floats over...and stops herself from embracing him. when she sees me.

"Now who might THIS be? I've never seen you aboard before."

Before Captain Picard can introduce me or Deanna interjects---I stick out my hand and introduce myself to her.

"Madam Ambassador, it is a great honor to meet you. My name is Adam Christopher Young, and I'm the Special Civilian Consultant currently assigned to the Enterprise."

"Now...that is a proper greeting befitting the holder of the Sacred Chalice of Rixx...and a Daughter of the Fifth House of Betazed. I like this one, little one."

"Mother..."

Commander Riker is grinning that shit eating grin at me.

"I would be more than happy to escort the Ambassador to her quarters---with your permission of course Captain?"
Picard doesn't miss a beat. Riker continues to smile.

"Granted. I should go and see if the reception details have er...been seen to." and he leaves

Will follows and Troi barely acknowledges him unlike in the episode proper---and Mr. Homm picks up her luggage and follows us to her usual guest quarters.

"The truth is, Mr. Young, I am quite familiar with you. Your reputation is starting to proceed you."

"I thought it would at some point, given all the changes that I have started to make."

"It was brought to my attention by Deanna, that you requested to have the previous Ferengi Daimon removed from his position...and that I was the reason for it. May I ask why?"

"I suspect you already know Ambassador, but he was going to kidnap you, Deanna, and Commander Riker, and force you to mate with him." I reply

"I see....and you prevented that."

"That's correct....I mean hopefully. I can't tell what his replacement might try---but that particular Daimon was attracted to you, and you rightfully rejected him."

We enter her quarters and Mr. Homm heads to place her luggage in her room. She glides over to the couch and pats the place next to her.

"I uh..."

"Oh don't worry Mr. Young. I don't bite. You know me well enough from that silly show of yours...as you have been reminded before, we are NOT characters in a television show any more. We're flesh and blood. I know I am overbearing sometimes, but I am curious about you and would genuinely like to talk to you if you have the time. I know you are curious about me...the real me that is. Now...you can start by telling me all about who...Majel is and why I resemble her so much."

I sit down next to her and we end up talking for hours.

The conversation with Lwaxana was enjoyable...I found myself liking her and understanding her more than the show version. A complex woman who has seen and done a lot in her life and is wiser than most realize and just loves her daughter. I think I may have made another friend as well. Christy and I pack and beam down to the planet where we meet up with Will and Deanna. It is weird seeing them together again, not just due to my own feelings, but it's weird that this was never made a bigger deal on the show at this time. It was clear they were attempting to low key date again. Considering though what's about to happen in a few weeks...maybe it's good nothing transpired for it. But I am happy for them.

We spend the first couple of days at this couples resort on an island on the Opal Sea. Every exclusive. Very Posh. Christy likes it a lot but I'm not so hot on it. Will and I take the time to bond some more as he starts to understand me and I him. I have always liked Commander Riker...respect him greatly...as he mentioned a few months ago he is understanding how much all of them---all of THIS means to me. It is a time to just relax...something that has as of late been very hard for me to do. My foot has throbbing lately as well, but the surgery is finally around the corner. The tests on the cloned limbs have gone well so far...so now it is just a matter of my body accepting them during the surgery. The modeling projects a 99.8 percent chance of success and I told Beverly that I am more than okay with that.

For the last three days, Christy and I decide to go into Medara, which is the capital city of the planet. I'm taken aback a little bit because that name is not canon, it's from one of the RPG sourcebooks---I think possibly the Dominion War one, but don't matter. So perhaps my being here is creating a swiss cheesed reality now? My prolonged presence is making changes and it's adjusting to them? I don't know.

Christy as I have since discovered, is an avid art lover and as an engineer interested in architecture. So we head to the Betazed Museum of Art, Betazoids are known for their absolutely breathtaking landscape artists. Some of the best in the known galaxy actually. Christy tells me that I'm free to roam if I want to...which is gracious of her because as much as I love art, this is not really what I had in mind and decide to take a stroll. We both have our comm badges with us so not far out of reach of one another. As I wondering into a marketplace I'm approached by a stranger who asks me if I am who I am.

"Only on Sundays..." I joke

"I'm supposed to give this to you."

I take a small piece of crumbled up paper and before I look up again--the stranger is gone. Oh shit. I open up the piece of paper and see there are planetary coordinates.

"This clown expects me to be able to read coordinates? Jokes on them." I take my comm badge out and tap it.

"Young to Henshaw."

"Adam? Why are you using our last names?"

"Because I just encountered a stranger who knew who I was and handed me a piece of paper with a set of coordinates I don't recognize yet on it."

"Oh shit. What do you want to?"

"Clearly I'm supposed to go to them. I want you to stay where you are and alert Riker and Troi. If anything happens to me...the three of you are my only hope of getting out of whatever it is that I'm about to get myself into. Sigh. I just wanted a vacation."

"Okay. Be careful...and Adam.."

"Yes?"

"I love you."

"I love you too Henshaw. Young out." I say in my serious voice and cutting her off. Time to figure out what the fuck this is all about.

I end up going to the Federation Embassy and ask where the coordinates are from the piece of paper. Luckily, they don't ask questions and tell me that the location is Dalaria Spaceport which is actually nearby Medara which is also a coastal city---which surprised me. I head on over to the space port and the exact coordinates and I see a person wearing a black cloak---interestingly similar to a Vulcan robe, and I assume that this is the person. They are sitting outside a cafe. I approach with caution.

"I assume you are the person who has requested my presence?" I ask

The person nods and motions for me to sit down across from them, so I do so.

"I apologize for the subterfuge Mr. Young, but I deemed it necessary given the confidentially of the subject that I am about to broach with you."

"You have me at a disadvantage. You know who I am, but I have no idea who you are. A rare occurrence."

The stranger reaches up with their hands and lifts off his hood...to reveal that he is a...Romulan?

"I assure you that I mean no harm...I understand why you alerted your shipmates, but I am here only to converse with you. Nothing more."

"Before I tell my friends to back off...who are you? I get you're Romulan...that's no doubt part of the reason for this clandestine bullshit, but WHO are you?"

"I am Sub-Commander T'Sek, part of Romulan Special Operations."

I arch my eyebrow.

"Special Operations? The Star Empire has no such designated organization. Either you're Tal Shiar, or Imperial Intelligence."

"Impressive. It would appear the rumors about you are true. You ARE aware of us more than we were aware previously."

I shiver.

"I am neither. I am here on behalf of a mutual...associate on the subject of...Hobus."

Oh shit. I slowly take my comm badge out.

"Young to Pretty Eyes ."

"Pretty Eyes here. Are you okay? I've Red Leader and Crimson Dawn here."

I can't help but smile at the codenames. Of course I came up with them. I have codenames for the entire senior staff--for situations JUST like this one.

"I'm fine. I'll see you...shortly. I'm green." I wonder if that will alert my...friend here

There's a pause.

"If you're certain then. We'll see you back."

"I'll message when I can. Young out."

I put the comm badge back into my pocket and resume the conversation with the Romulan.

"We can talk freely now. You're here about...the shining star?" I ask and the Romulan nods once

"I have been sent to discuss with you...how to best proceed with dealing with this future crisis. There have been...preliminary overtures made by representatives of our governments---on how to deal with this. However as you are aware, the political situation on Romulus---is not suited to accept such an alliance with your people. We can not even agree with the cloaking technology proposal. If this ever got out----"

"The panic it would create amongst the populace would be a disaster. Wait---how DO I know you're not Tal'Shiar?"

"The needs of the many...outweigh.."

"The needs of the few."

"Or the one." he finishes the code I refrain from crying. Damn quote always triggers me. Spock...

"I understand. This organization though---"

"Formed in secret by members of the Senate...unbeknownst to the Praetor or even the High Command. We are few---I have been tasked as your personal liaison. It is my hope that we can work together...in secret at first, then hopefully as relations improve between our peoples---in open to find a solution to this...critical problem."

I see the sincerity in T'Sek's eyes. He's genuinely sacred. I don't blame him. Gamma Ray bursts absolutely terrify the shit out of me. One of the few genuine things that do.

"Okay. I accept your proposal...however I have no ideas at the moment. If I did...I would have included them in my report."

"My superior...suggested that you knew of a plan that he helps to develop."

"Yes but that plan is decades into the future...the substance that he uses isn't even in existence yet. In an idealized situation, we would have to utilize both our people's scientific and military assets to resolve this...and Hobus hasn't even reached critical stage yet."

"It is a conundrum is it not? However you will have the meager resources I can offer. All I ask is that we continue to maintain contact...even if it is in a clandestine way. I regret this strategy...I did not anticipate you informing your friends as I mentioned...what will you tell them, of this?"

That's a damned good question. But then I get an idea.

"I'll tell them that your superior sent you---for aide with the movement. They're not aware of that---but they do know he is...diplomatic in nature, and that I have cultivated his services in the past. It'll be a little convoluted---but I'll sell it."

"Very well...this has been most enlightening Mr. Young. I look forward to our next conversation."

"As do I. Good Journey S'Tek."

I watch as he re-lifts the hood over his head and leaves. I wait a few more minutes before---

"Young to Henshaw."

"Henshaw here...holy shit Adam. Are you good?"

"Yeah I'm good. I'm on my way back to you...everything's clear. I was in no danger."


"What was that all about?" Riker asks

"A beginning...Will...a beginning. I'll explain when I get back to you all. I assure you that I'm okay."

I explain everything about the encounter at the spaceport...and Deanna senses that I am holding something but but otherwise they all buy it. The rest of our vacation goes smoothly. When we return to the ship---Beverly says that everything is ready for the surgery now if I want to under go it now. It is a decision that I am not ready for---and tell her I'd like to do it at the scheduled time and she agrees.

Christy and I get ready for my first Christmas on the Enterprise....we have a tree set up in my---our quarters. It's decorated...and it's festive on the ship despite it not looking like that. As I said Christmas is a thing, but not as big in this time as in our time. Also it's mostly a Earth based holiday so not really celebrated throughout the Fleet.

Enterprise discovers a crashed escape pod as we enter an unexplored star system...it turns out to be "John Doe". I'm immediately called to sick bay where I find Captain Picard already there with Doctor Crusher and "John". Beverly quickly tells me about him and I look at the man in awe.

"Hello John...it's a honor to meet you." I say, I know I repeat this greeting with everyone but it truly is an honor to meet all of these characters.

"I wish I knew why it was..."

We politely all chuckle and as John is put back on the bio-bed after his fall I turn to the Captain and Doctor.

"There's nothing I can do for him...but I can tell you he is from a race of beings that is unknown to us in this sector of the galaxy. I think there was some speculation that he might've been from the Delta Quadrant. I don't know who he is---but he has---special abilities. Doctor, you've noted already that he has mutating cells. He has the ability to regenerate quickly, and also use that energy to heal others. I need to be careful here...because he has a destiny...I can't interfere with. I can assure you though that he is no harm to the crew or the ship---but when he's ready---and he'll know when---he will need to leave. Until then, he will need YOUR help Beverly."

Picard recognizes my tone and Beverly blushes slightly. They get it.

"Very well. We will monitor him from afar. I will leave him to your expert care Doctor. If anything strange happens inform me immediately."

"Aye sir."

"Oh yeah...one last thing I almost forgot. He's being hunted...there's a reason why he was in that escape pod. A species called Zalkoninans are after him---they think him a criminal...but he's not. I vouch for him---when that time comes---if I am needed---"

Picard nods. The rest of the episode transpires as it does in the show and John ascends into his energy being form and thanks everyone for their assistance including the Doctor's--who fell in love with him.

"Good Journey John, wherever it may take you."

"Thank you Adam...Good Journey yourself."

Next Up: Happy Bir---WE ARE THE BORG!!

 

[Lillie Jones]

thanks for the chapter

 

[DarkDestroyer]

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Author's Note: Our first mega episode. It's long, so buckle up.

Two days after John ascends and leaves the Enterprise I get a message from Elizabeth.

"It's happening Adam. The Array has scored several positive hits, over the course of the last several days. According to your timeline they should be hitting J-25 in the next couple of days. The Admiral is already assembling the Fleet, he's been flirting with requesting Admiral Shanthi to go to Fleet Wide Yellow Alert but that would tip our hand...Captain Picard should be hearing from him shortly."

I nod. It's Christmas Eve 2366.

"Are you okay?" she asks

"I'm okay. This is what we've been planning for all this time. The Defiant?"

Elizabeth shakes her head.

"Despite your suggestions which we've implemented...she's not ready yet. Admiral Hanson wants to use her as the flagship...and frankly she's not performing like she should be. Is there something we're missing here?"


"Not that I'm aware of. If the changes were implemented...Defiant should be purring like a kitten, instead of roaring like a Lion."

Elizabeth chuckles.


"I've missed you. How are things with Christy going" she asks

"We'll see each other soon, unfortunately and absolutely fantastic. Actually...she just moved in her stuff permanently."

"Oh Adam, that's fantastic news! I'm happy for you both."

"Thanks Elizabeth...and yourself? Or no time for pleasure? Only work?"

"I've had a couple of dalliances since you left---nothing to really report about though. I've taken your advice and allowed myself SOME time to rest and relax. Adam...how bad is this really going to be? Are all our efforts going to be for nothing?"

"I hope not---and it's going to be bad. We've never faced anything like them. Q's introduction was a wake up call...as it was intended to be. There are dangers in the universe we're simply not prepared for. We're explorers and scientists first---and while that is noble, it's not enough to content against species that simply don't care to negotiate...or in the Borg's case--can't. This will be bad."

"I'll see you soon then....Merry Christmas!"

"Merry Christmas to you too Elizabeth, and give my love to your parents, and JP as well." She nods as the comm ends.

I've been waiting all year for this. It's almost time. The Borg are nearly here...Ron Jones score starts in my head.

Christmas is a quiet affair as it is just myself and Christy. We exchange presents and I replicate us a traditional Christmas dinner...it is a far cry from the meal that Elizabeth's parents prepared last year, but it's actually not that bad. I've become accustomed to replicated meals now. It is still quite the experience. The best possible analogy or comparison I could give it---is like that scene from "The Matrix"---where Cypher is dining with Agent Smith and he's having steak---he knows the steak isn't real--but the simulation is so convincing that it is tricking his brain into thinking it is real...that's similar to replicated food and beverages except the proteins and all that are actually being replicated. I guess it's more like CLONED artificial food. That might be a more similar description than the one I gave.

Boxing Day is a quiet one as I await the news I have been dreading since first Arriving in this universe over a year ago...Christy has noticed my changed demeaner and I tell her what I've been anticipating.

"When does it happen?" she asks me over dinner on the 27th.

"Tomorrow it happens.

"On your birthday? Shit."

I nod

"What are you anticipating is going to happen?"

"Nothing good. Nothing that I can stop. I've done everything that I can this point...now...all I can do is is wait and see how events unfold."

"This must be tearing you up inside. You've had control over so much---but this---this isn't in the realm of that. What's making it worse for you---you can't tell me or anyone else what is going to happen, can you?"

"I've told the people that matters what to expect. One person in particular I made a promise to if the thing happens that I expect, I will do everything in my power to stop it--even if it means sacrificing myself." I say cold

"Adam..."

"Christy...I love you. Very, very much. These last 8 months with you have been beyond what I can possibly describe to you---but I just want you to know that. In case anything happens."

She nods and we kiss for a few minutes. Christy lets it slip then.

"We're throwing you a surprise party tomorrow."

"What?!" I ask half upset

"It was Deanna's idea. She said she knows you hate surprises, and I told her yes, you'll absolutely hate this---but then we started talking---really talking. I love you too Adam, you have made an impact on this ship and her crew more than YOU realize...you've become important to them. We want to show you our love and respect---just as much as you've wanted to earn ours."

I chuckle quietly.

"What?"

"I suspected something...you two being the culprits. Thank you...thank you very much. I'll pretend to be surprised."

"I don't think Deanna will be too upset if you're NOT surprised."

"Hmm. I'm thinking of something we could do after we finish up dinner here..." I lean over and kiss her, she leans into me.

"Desert?"

"Before desert."

We hurry to the bedroom.

It's happening. My party is interrupted as we get a distress signal from Jouret IV. I am called to the Transporter room where I meet up with Commander Riker, Data, Worf, and LaForge.

Data hands me a phaser and tricorder.

"Anything from the surface??" Riker asks

"No sir. There have been no communications from the colony in the last 12 hours." Worf replies

"Sensors picking up any signs of life?" he asks

"None." Worf replies. Riker turns to me

"What do you expect to find down there Mr. Young?"

"Nothing sir. Absolutely nothing." I say sadly. He simply nods

"Surface is safe for transport sir." Miles says from the console

Riker nods and motions for us to take our places. We beam down to the surface...and it's just like in the show. I'm in shock.

"My Rao..."

It is a barren wasteland. Riker is so stunned that he has Miles verify the coordinates again. This is indeed where New Providence once stood. A beaming colony of several million people. All gone. We can see the metal foundation of the remaining buildings deep inside the rock base...torn bits of metal. Data, Geordi, and Worf start their scans. Riker turns to me.

"This is..."

"I know sir. I Know. This is what I've been trying to stop since I got here though. I don't think it was coincidence that my Arrival was just after your first encounter with the Borg."

He nods.

We spend the next hour collecting data and then beam back to the ship.

A couple of hours later...happy fucking birthday to ME by the way...Admiral Hanson arrives with Elizabeth. I am in the transporter room with Captain Picard to greet them. J.P. shares informalities with Jean-Luc then turns his attention to me.

"You're looking well son. It's good to see you again." we exchange hand shakes

"It's good to see you again too sir."

"I wish it were under better circumstances, but it's as you said. Everything is proceeding as you said it would Adam."

Elizabeth steps forward as the Admiral introduces her to Captain Picard. They exchange pleasantries and while J.P and Jean-Luc talk again I greet Elizabeth.

"Lieutenant-Commander Shelby...it is my honor to see you again."

"Mr. Young. You look well."

"I am well."

"Happy Birthday."

"Thank you...a little...bit of a different one this year."

"Yes."

Talk about awkward. J.P. stops us as Captain Picard and I escort them to the ready room. Admiral Hanson briefs Captain Picard about our status up to this point...and informs him of what my part in the Borg Task Force was.

"I'm sorry to have keep you in the dark like this about Adam, Jean-Luc but Starfleet Command was insistent that his activities last year be kept above top secret. There are only about two dozen people in the entire universe that are aware of his participation in the program and what he implemented. As Commander Shelby reported, we're not anywhere prepared that we should be...we've done our best to get ready but..." Picard nods as he glances over at me.

"Number One...why don't you escort the Commander to her quarters." Picard asks and Riker nods. I watch as the two of them leave.

"Keep your eye on her Jean-Luc. She's one impressive lady. Adam can attest to that." I blush.

"You seem rather taken with her J.P."

"Just an old man's fantasies. When Shelby came into Tactical, every Admiral's Uncle had their take on the...Borg but then she read Mr. Young's report and had a vision. Cut right through it, got us back on track."

"Earl Grey?" he asks Hanson and then glances at me.

"Please." he replies and i nod

"She'd make you a hell of a first officer."

There it is. I grimace.

"I already have a hell of a first officer."

I watch their back and forth about Riker and sip my tea quietly.

"You're unusually quiet Adam. Happy Birthday by the way as well...how old are you now?"

"45 sir."

"You're looking exceptionally healthy. I have read the reports on your training progress...you've not flunked out yet. Impressive. I know you can handle all the reading stuff...you love that stuff---but how are you doing on the practicum?"

"Not so well but enough to pass."

"You've chosen Security? I must say that surprised the hell out of me when I read that." Hanson says

"I know, but I was struggling with everything else, and Security seemed..."

"Like a quick fix? I'm assuming that you've discovered it's not."

"No. Sir. It's been hell. I can show you bruises." he chuckles

"No need, Mr. Young. Lieutenant Worf and Lieutenant Morani's reports have been more than sufficient."

I nod


"I'm surprised there's no party going on."

"There was. It got disrupted by the distress signal. Everyone's still in Ten Forward---or was." I reply

J.P. looks apologetic. He then takes out a little box. Where was he hiding that? I'm bamboozled.

"This is a little something I brought for you. Happy Birthday Adam."

I open it and in it is a old watch...and I mean...old it's like from the 1980's in our time.

"That was my grandfather's watch. My kids don't want it. They have no interest in antiques...and Meg is making me toss out all the old stuff. I want this to go to someone who appreciates the past. It's an old Hamilton watch. It still works."

I'm speechless. Picard allows a smile.

"Thank you sir. I don't know what to say."

"Thank you son. It's the least I could do for what you've done for us."

I try not to cry.


Poker night happens as it does in the episode---however this time it is the continuation of my birthday party. Christy is behind me watching as Elizabeth joins us. I haven't had time to partake in the weekly poker---because I'm usually resting from my studies but since this is my birthday it's an exception. We're playing stud which I absolutely hate. I look down at my chips...I'm losing. Wesley is joining us as this is first session at the senior officers game and his inexperience is showing. He maybe a legit genius---but he has no idea how to play poker. Beverly is the only one absent as she's getting sickbay ready. Deanna is the dealer.

"Oh Wes...don't let Commander Riker intimidate you." I say

"Intimidate? Me? Never." Wes replies overconfident. Sigh.

"What's your play Mister Crusher?" Deanna asks

"Got another King in the hole Data?" Wesley asks

"I am afraid I cannot answer that Wesley. And as you are a newcomer to the game, may I say it is inappropriate for you to ask. I will buy another card, Counsellor."

Owned by the Android.

Deanna deals him one

"No help there."

"Fold. Again." Geordi says

"Three Jacks looking back for the handsome looking Ensign. A pair of ducks for our tactical advisor. Flush, possible straight flush for Commander Riker, Adam?"

I look at my hand. I have two pair, 4's and 10's...I know what the others hands are...THEY know that I know this too. This is not about me though. I smile at Will.

"I fold." I catch Elizabeth gaping at me. She's seen me play poker before.

Christy rubs my shoulder and I grab her hand slightly.

"Your bet Mister Crusher."

"I'm in for ten."

"Call." Elizabeth says

"So what's the deal with you and Adam?" Geordi asks which everyone now turns their attention to the both of us

Elizabeth looks at me and I bow my head. Gently squeeze Christy's hand.

"Adam and I dated briefly last year. Working as close as we did together...it kind of just happened ."

"I never would have guessed." Geordi replies and Worf grunts uninterested

"So she's your mysterious partner you refused to mention to us." Deanna says gently. Uh-oh. Elizabeth turns to me.

"You never told your friends about us?" Elizabeth asks

"What we had was private...between us. I was trying to respect you."

"But they're your friends. I knew that. I was completely fine with it..."

"Now it's time for the long pants. There's your ten...and one hundred more." Riker says interrupting the drama

"I appreciate that gesture Adam, but you could have told them about us if you'd wanted to."

"He's got the straight flush folks." Geordi says

"Not necessarily. Commander Riker maybe bluffing Wesley." Data adds

"I don't think so. Fold."

"With THREE Jacks? What are you kidding? Wesley, you may get straight A's in school, but there's a lot you need to learn about poker."

I laugh. I'm enjoying myself.

Elizabeth turns to me.

"You folded...you're also losing which is curious to me. You know exactly what hand Commander Riker has in this moment. You folded. Why? "
I raise my hands up.

"Hey...you're not getting anything from me. He bamboozles me just as much as he does all of you."

"You're lying." Elizabeth says

"I've got two pair...but I've got to see your hole card. I call." turning her attention back to Will.

Riker grins. Turns over the deuce of spades and Shelby has him beat. She turns to me.

"You knew, yet you folded. Why?"

I clasp my hands together so the points meet.

"It's like I keep saying to all of you. I know things...I know the terrible things yet to come, but I also know the good things, the little moments in between, that keep us all sane. This is one of those. What would be the point in me of robbing this moment from both of you?" I get up and take Christy's hand.

Besides which, if Wesley hadn't folded for some reason, I would have lost to him. So there's that.

"Thank all of you for a wonderful birthday under the circumstances."

"Happy Birthday Adam." everyone says and then as we leave I hear Commander Riker say...

"Was that just a teaching moment I missed?"

My birthday concludes with Christy and I making love...and I am up early the next morning. Admiral Hanson has long since gone as Shelby is already terrorizing the Enterprise crew, who aren't used to her command style. I head to Main Engineering where I find Data, Geordi, and Wesley with her at the "pool table" working on figuring out the Borg cube's systems....based largely on my report of course.

"Are you here to work or to observe Mr. Young?" she asks and I snap to attention

"Both if you'll have me."

"Of course we'll have you. We're working from your own report. Geordi...show him what we have so far."

I shake my head.

"Nothing that we currently have aboard--can be adapted or otherwise to prevent them from doing whatever they want."

"I refuse to believe that. I did last year when we had this argument and I still do."

"He's right though Commander. Enterprise's systems are simply no match for the Cube's."

"What about modifying the plasma phaser design? That could--"

"I think that's enough for today Commander. We'll reconvene at 0500 tomorrow morning."

"Sir, if I could remain with Data, and Mr. Young---who is fresh..."

"YOU need rest Commander." snaps Riker

I lean in towards her.

"You're pushing."

She glances at me with that LOOK that says fuck OFF. I back off. Her and Riker have their final exchange and she leaves. Riker glares at me.

"She's...impossible."

I smile.

"You know something funny...when I first met Commander Shelby, I thought much as you did sir. Indeed. I was taking my cues from how you have responded to her...and I ended up dead wrong about her."

"I know you know her...but..."

"Give her a chance, and time Will. She doesn't know the ship or the crew well...but she's damn good at her job."

"She's after my job I think."

"Then don't give her a reason to take it." I say and nod at him as I turn around leave with my arms behind my back.

Admiral Hanson briefs us on the status...and this time though all 40 ships of the Fleet are massed with him. Those who are within range, those who aren't have been given orders to rendezvous at Wolf 359 where the planned engagement is going to be. I'm frozen in place as I hear J.P. talk. I can't bring myself to acknowledge that this is the last time that I am going to see my friend, my mentor, the man who was like a father to me. The OTHER person who serves that function is taking in all of this rather well. Captain Picard is acknowledged as one of the finest naval tacticians of this or any time. He'd give Jim Kirk or Chris Pike a run for their credits. Fact of the matter is that I'm scared shitless. I have no idea what to expect. We're dismissed except for Geordi who lingers behind so that he and the Captain can have their discussion about their plans effectiveness.

I sit on the box on the bridge as I've been given permission to do so for this. Deanna beside me, senses my tension but I ignore her. It is hours as we wait. Then in my head I hear Ron Jones's haunting thing as the black metallic cube appears on the view screen.

"Mr. Worf...dispatch a subspace message to Admiral Hanson, we have engaged the Borg."

"Captain...they are hailing...Mr. Young?" Worf says and everyone is startled

"What?" asks Captain as he looks at me

"That's...that's impossible." I barely manage

"By name?" Picard asks and Worf confirms

"Yes sir."


"Data...is it the same ship we faced at J-25?"

"Uncertain Commander. The dimensions are practically the same."

"It--it's not."

I mutter processing this. Why...HOW do they know who I am?

"Adam..." Picard gestures and I step forward to stand beside him. I compose myself.

"On screen...I am---" I begin

"You Are Adam Christopher Young. Special Civilian Advisor to USS Enterprise, Registry Number NCC 1701-Delta. You will lower your shields and prepare to transport yourself aboard our vessel. If you do not cooperate, we will destroy your ship."

I am Captain Jean-Luc Picard, commanding the Enterprise. You have committed acts of aggression against the United Federation of Planets. If you do not withdraw immediately---"

"You are irrelevant, ---Adam Christopher Young--if you do not surrender yourself, we will destroy the ship. Your defensive capabilities are unable to withstand Us."


Picard orders the transmission paused. I am absolutely stunned. Riker approaches us, looks at me. Then Picard.

"What the hell do they want with Adam? How do they even KNOW about him?"

Elizabeth joins us now, concern in her eyes for me.

"I thought they weren't interested in human life. Only interested in our technology?"

"Their priorities seemed to have changed..." I can feel him glance at me without looking at him. I can't. I restore my gaze at the view screen. This shouldn't be happening.

"We have developed new capabilities since our last encounter and are prepared to use them, if you do not withdraw from Federation space."

"They're going to probe us..." I utter as Geordi reports just that

"This was a mistake." I say

Worf reports that they're locking their tractor beam on us.

"Load torpedo bays. Arm phasers. Lock coordinates on that beam...."

No. Not there. That's what they want us to target. I know how to end this---but I'm terrified beyond capacity to react.

"Shield status?"

"Holding sir." Data replies

"The nutation modulation has them confused."

"Temporarily..." i mutter

"They have the ability to analyze and adapt Commander." Riker snaps at her

I am still staring at the screen. HOW? Adam? Deanna asks. I can't reply to her I'm that stunned.

"Shield modulation has failed. They've locked on to us."

"Shields are being drained. Ninety---Eighty percent."

This of course continues until Picard orders us to fire on them...which has no effect. This is worse than in the episode. I can feel their cutting beam slice into us. Hear the music. Almost hear the screams...but I can't act. I am distracted.

"This shouldn't be happening like this."

Eventually we head into the nebula to buy time...and hide. The senior staff files into the conference room. I sit down in the chair--still stunned by all of this.

"What the hell was that? What do they want with Adam, and how in the hell do they even know about him?" Riker asks

The rest of them argue and debate---until Captain Picard finally gazes at me.

"Mr. Young...are you all right?"

I finally look up at all of them.

"No. I am not all right. Something is wrong. This isn't how this should be happening. They're stronger somehow. More precise. I don't know why. I don't know why they know about me. That should be impossible...as for WHY they want me?" I sigh.

"Adam?" Picard prompts

"They want me as a speaker. In extreme circumstances when a species resists as strongly as we have---the Collective generates suggestions for someone to act as a speaker. It is flawed logic on their part. Their way---of a...compromise. Their hope in doing this is that by seeing someone of their own species as a Borg...it will make that species..."

"Off guard? More culpable?"

"Yes."

"But why you? That doesn't make any sense..." Riker says

"It does actually make some sense. Captain Picard is a master tactician. One of the finest in the fleet...probably the best if I'm being perfectly honest. However they get the best of both worlds with me. Somehow they KNOW about me. My knowledge. I have seen what they do with the Fleet. It is been my very purpose since I have been here to try and stop it from happening. I may not have the Captain's operational abilities, I can barely operate a console right now---but they don't think like that. They think macro. Not micro. The big picture is that I have ALL of those memories...knowledge. They can extract that and use it against the Fleet, never mind my future knowledge."

"We must prevent them from taking you." Picard says

"Do you have it?" asks Elizabeth

"Have what?" Picard asks sharply

"This." I take from my jacket pocket a vial of black liquid. It isn't what you think. I put it on the table gently.

"What is that?" Geordi asks

"A counter-measure that Admiral Hanson, Commander Shelby, and myself developed last year. Not a virus...but in the insane probability that something like THIS might happen, the Admiral thought I should have a fighting chance."

"You've still not explained what it is yet Adam." Picard asks

"It is a kind of anti-virus. I need to be injected with it. The hope is that once it is in my antibodies, that once the Borg inject me with their nanites...it will help corrupt the assimilation process. Also it's designed to partially block them from getting too deep into my head. It's an idea that I came up with...it will take ALL my will power to see that it is effective....if it even is."

"How did you get it aboard?"

"I didn't. Admiral Hanson gave it to me. It was in the bottom of my Birthday present box, underneath the watch."

"That sly old devil." Picard mutters

"Doctor...Beverly...I need you to inject me with this now. They'll be hellbent on getting me now. They won't stop. I have faith in all of you to stop me should it come to that. I will do my part as I can, this should help."


Doctor Crusher takes the vial and from her lab coat takes out a hypo and pushes the vial into it. She then reaches me and injects it into my neck.

"Thank you Doctor."

From then we are given the tactical brief that happens on the episode. I hope this works J.P.

I briefly visit Elizabeth in her quarters and she's not happy.

"What the hell was that?" she asks

"You know what that was. We discussed it."

"You discussed it FOR Captain Picard!"

"And I would have given it to the Captain had the Borg...done what they were supposed to do and hailed him." I reply back

"I still don't understand why or how they know about you. How the fuck is that possible?"

"I don't know. I've been raking my brain since that...conversation. The truth is Elizabeth, Lizzie...I don't know, and I'm damned scared."

"I-I know. The others...you're putting on a brave face for them, even for Counsellor Troi---but Lt. Henshaw and I know your true face."

She reaches up and touches my cheek. I take her hand.

"You've spoken with Christy?"

"I like her Adam. She's good. Really good."

"I'm happy Elizabeth. Both you and Christy have given me something that I never, ever thought I would have...true happiness."

"Don't...don't talk like that."

"We don't have a lot of time left Lizzie. They're coming. We're going to have to warp out of this nebula soon. I don't know what is going to happen, but what I said in the conference table was true. I have complete faith that whatever happens...all of you will do your damnest to get me out of this. Then I'll owe you all a very big dinner."

"You said in your report that Picard and Hanson, were freed---we will make sure that happens for you. But you do something for me if what happens---happens."

"What's that?"

She grabs my face with both her hands.

"You FIGHT those bastards. Do you understand? You fight them with all your heart, all your will power...all your love. Don't let them take you from us---or I'm gonna kick your ass myself? Do you understand Mr. Young?"

"I understand Commander Shelby."

We hug as I cry.

The Enterprise is impacted by electromagnetic blasts that are emanating from the Borg Cube...and Picard orders us to depart the nebula at maximum warp. The Borg chase us as I watch from my quarters. I've been confined to quarters under guard by security. It is a reasonable precaution that probably won't work, but I didn't object to it at all. I watch as space streaks by in brilliant silver...the deck slightly...rumbles is not an accurate word---but on the D you can hear the sound of the warp engines at high warp vibrate throughout the ship. Enterprise is struck by one of the last charges and that significantly hampers our progress as the Cube is able to---I hear a familiar---unsettling twine...the sound of a transporter beam and automatically---

"Young to sec---"


Before I'm able to get the rest of it out I am injected with a sedative from the Drone....and I pass out.

I hear the sound of my boot prints on the metallic deck plates as four Borg escort me to the centre of the Cube. On either side of me there are alcoves lined with Borg drones. A rail separates me from the abyss. I look down anyway and see miles more of Borg. It repeats upwards and downwards.

"Adam Christopher Young, you serve on the largest ship of the Fleet. You speak for your people. "

"You've made a mistake. You've chosen the wrong person for that."

"Irrelevant. We have chosen you based on the knowledge you posses. You have seen the events of the immediate future transpire."

What? How could they know this? What is going on here?"

"How is it that you are aware of me? What I know? That should be impossible. "

"Irrelevant. You Will assist us."

"I would rather die. I will fight you with every last ounce of strength I posses."

"Strength is irrelevant. Resistance is futile. We wish to improve ourselves. We will add your biological and technological distinctiveness to our own."

I hear the last part in the voice of the Queen, and shiver.

"I wish to address the Queen."

"Denied."

"What you demand of me is impossible. Our culture is based on self-determination and freedom."

"Self-determination is irrelevant. Freedom is irrelevant. You must comply."

"I would rather die."

"Death is irrelevant."

I can feel the effects of the anti-virus flow through my blood. I am really hoping this works.

"Your archaic cultures are authority driven. To facilitate our introduction into your societies, it has been decided that a human voice will speak for us in all communications. You have been chosen to be that voice."

"You've made a mistake. I am not an authority figure. I---" my escorts forcibly grab me as our conversation is at an end. I struggle for a couple of seconds, then cease. They are correct. Resistance is futile. I must allow this to play out now...no matter how utterly terrified I am. I've never been more scared of anything in my life as I am right now.

I am escorted into a kind of---pre-assimilation centre--the white plastic draws room from the show. They use a laser scapel to remove my clothing...I'm going to miss that jacket, and remove my comm badge. I am then taken, naked, I am then taken into an adjourning chamber, where I see a medical bed and they force me down onto. Metal clamps shoot out to keep my limbs in place. One of the drones comes up from behind me and injects me with the nanoprobes....I GASP as I temporarily am unable to breathe---it is an unpleasant feeling...and then for another split second I am myself again before my veins pulse GREEN. That is my last memory as me. A nano-sheath suit begins to build on me---the all black suit that Locutus had...and just before I black out...I see a tiny needle about to pierce my eye and allow a single tear to stream down my cheek. 1000101010101.

A flood of memories barrage me as I slowly lose my individuality and the assimilation process takes effect. I see family, friends, my shipmates---Elizabeth and Christy. All of them swarm together in a cloud of mist in my head. My mind is like fire during this...experience. Black spider like devices then take over the memories--invading them...and then almost every thing is blanketed in darkness. Control. I fight for control. Fear is the mind killer---the---little--death--10010001--Resistance Is Futile. You Will Comply. No...I must FIGHT you---YOU WILL COMPLY...Locutus....

Darkness. I stand barely conscience inside of an alcove. The middle phase of the assimilation process has taken affect now. I hear them...hundreds of thousands---no---TRILLIONS of VOICES speaking as one. The Borg. We are the Borg. Somewhere trapped and isolated, I can hear myself screaming. A black metallic box has clamped over my brain and sealed it shut. This new programming has taken over as a kind of shell program. I am no longer Adam Christopher Young...I am...Locutus. I hear that voice. The one above the many---HER voice. She appears in front of Us...We can feel her hand stroke our cheek.

"Why are you fighting us Locutus? Is this not what you wanted?" "What?" "Your thoughts are OUR thoughts now Locutus. There is nothing you can hide from Us. You wanted this...you may have been surprised over our selection---Picard WOULD have been Locutus but YOU wanted this. Wanted to be the star of your own play." "That's insane." "Is it?" She snapped. "I wanted Picard safe. He didn't deserve---what you are doing to me. He didn't deserve THIS." "A cold description for the gift we have given you." "GIFT? This isn't a gift...this is a nightmare, and yes damn you, I will continue to FIGHT you. I will continue to fight you until I am no longer able to." "That is unfortunate." "How?" We ask her. "How do...you know about me? How is that possible?" The Queen smiles. It is cold. Devoid of any emotion.

"Jurati...we discovered about you from her abominations." Agnes? What? How? "We are simply not only a present Collective, but we exist in ALL time periods Locutus, and can access data from our past brother and sisters---the future is...complicated...however sometimes possible. In this case...due to--the Abominations actions...we were able to obtain information about you. Once that happened...a whole new plan formed. Picard has tactical and operational information that you do not, however it was decided that your future information was worth risking choosing you over him. Once we realized what you were capable of----it was a logical decision."

"If you have seen what I know already, then you know that you are beaten---your majesty. This ends. It will happen again...no matter what happens to me or what you make me do." "How noble. How utterly irrelevant." "Your overconfidence will be your undoing." "Your faith in your friends will be yours." Wait. What? Was that a Star Wars reference? Is the anti-virus working? The conversation concludes.

We stand observing the huge observation port inside the Cube. This is but one of hundreds scattered about the Cube. It is a a command and control opening---made specifically for Us. 1010001. A transportation is detected from the Enterprise to the Cube. The Collective is alerted and a response is calculated. This was expected. We turn to face the intruders.

"Adam!" Beverly exclaims

Worf attempts to charge Us, but instead is comically bounced off our personal shield. We send a quick command through the Collective. We request intervention. Security. Borg drones soon respond in kind. They attempt to fire on the drones but we have adapted to their phaser frequency. They soon beam back to the Enterprise.

"Vessel identified. USS Enterprise. Registry Number NCC 1701-Delta. Galaxy Class starship." The ship's tactical data appears in the corner of the observation monitor and in our personal HUD. We issue a command to hail the ship. We shift our vision slightly as Captain Picard appears on the viewer across from Us. Commanders Riker and Shelby along with Counsellor Troi are present on the bridge at their stations. We make note of this.

"I am...Locutus of Borg. Your Life as it has been, is over. From this point forward...you will...service Us."


Captain Picard doesn't hesitate.

"Mr. Worf, fire."

TO BE CONTINUED…

 

[Lillie Jones]

Thanks for the chapter