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Title: The Triumph of Time (We Are Everywhere For Your Convenience Remix)
Fandom: Star Trek: TNG
Characters: Beverly Crusher, Jean-Luc Picard, Nyota Uhura
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~4500
Summary: She always belonged to someone else.
Original Story: The Triumph of Time by [ profile] caitn
Notes: This story is, of course, pure, unabashed speculation, and draws heavily on ideas from some Trek Novels, while blithely ignoring others, when the information didn't fit or was too contradictory. Memory Alpha and Memory Beta were invalueable in the writing of this story. The funky remix subtitle is a nod to the Psi Corps of Babylon 5's universe. Because you just know that Chekov has an alternate universe doppelganger who is a pain in the ass psychic (and psychotic) intel chief.
Thanks, as always, to C for the beta.

The Triumph of Time (We Are Everywhere For Your Convenience Remix) )
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Title: Honor and Duty
Characters: Uhura, Scotty, & co.
Rating: G
Word Count: 300
Prompt: "they go rogue when Starfleet refuses to save Jim"
Written the daily theme of “Bonds” on [ profile] comment_fic.

“Officially, I have to tell you not to give chase. It has been 48 hours and Starfleet considers Captian James T. Kirk to be Missing In Action,” Admiral Pike said sorrowfully. “They need you to let this go.” He was a decorate admiral, one of Starfleet’s most highly respected officers. He would not flinch at the stony glare that Nyota Uhura was giving him. He would not. Well, not much anyway.

“With all due respect, sir, our captain is missing, our first officer is in a coma, and Starfleet wants us to let. it. go.?” Uhura asked from between clenched teeth.

“As I said, officially that’s what I have to tell you.”

“And unofficially, sir?” the communications officer asked without inflection.

“Unofficially, don’t get caught, Lieutenant. I am issuing the stand-down order for the Enterprise, Starbase 6 is expecting you to dock for general maintenance in 3 days time. I’m afraid I can’t give you any more than that to play with. If you can’t get him back within that time, I can’t know where you are or what you’re doing.”

For the first time since the conversation started, Uhura’s stance relaxed slightly and her eyes softened. “We’ll bring him home, sir. Don’t worry.”

With a nod, the view screen went blank, and Uhura turned to Scotty. “Well, Commander Scott, since you’re now the one in charge of the ship, it’s your decision.”

The engineer shifted uncomfortably in his seat on the bridge. By unspoken agreement, no one sat in the captain’s chair. “Aye. It’s not really a decision now, is it? Mr. Chekov, start recalibrating the sensors to find the Bird of Prey’s signature. Mr. Sulu, set course for that damned ship’s last known coordinates. We’re bringing our captain home.”


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