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Title: An Extension of Myself
Fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation
Characters: Picard/Crusher, Troi/Riker
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Word Count: ~1800
Prompt: [community profile] trope_bingo square "soul bonding/soulmates"
Summary: Take one psychoprojective race, stir in two Starfleet officers and add pinch of bad luck. This is your recipe for a minor catastrophe.
Notes: Written for the "soul bonding" square on my 2013 [community profile] trope_bingo card.

thanks, as always, to seren for the beta :)
An Extension of Myself )
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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: W is for Whenever
Fandom/Characters: Star Trek: TNG, Guinan
Rating: G
Words: 200


A "race of listeners" she had told the crew of the Enterprise. A partial truth, at best. A race of observers was closer, but even that was a flat, two-dimensional description of what she was.

She watched. She listened. She learned. She observed. But more than anything, she noticed. She gave meaning to things by acknowledging their existence.

Early in their history, humans had stumbled across the idea that words held power, that Naming something gave it power. They realized the fundamental connection between Naming and Existence. Even later in their history, when their ideas of magic took second place to their ideas of science, they held onto the underlying concept that observing something fundamentally changed it. They never realized how close to the truth they were.

But Guinan did. That was her reason for being, after all. To stand outside of time and acknowledge the whole of existence, to ensure that it would never cease to be. And that was why she was so fundamentally opposed to Q, who could unmake things with merely a thought. He could undermine her whole purpose if he chose. But he didn't. And wouldn't. Not if she had anything to say about it.
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Title: R is for Ready-Room
Fandom/Characters: ST:TNG, Beverly Crusher
Rating: G
Words: 200


She caught herself mid shirt-tug and let her hands drop. That was his move. She scowled at her reflection on the polished desk and moved out from behind it. Less confrontational that way. She remembered him teaching her that. He'd taught her many things about command, more than he realized. She would need everyone of those tricks if - no. Stop that thought. They would rescue the Captain and the others still on the Borg planet.

The door to the ready-room chimed, and she smoothed her face into a neutral mask. "Enter," she said firmly, just as he always did.

The eager face of Ensign Taitt appeared in the doorway. Did we ever look that young? she wondered, as she allowed her face to relax into a genuine smile.

"Come in, Ensign. I just wanted to congratulate you again. The solar erruption was very well planned and executed. I'll be putting an official commendation in your file."

"Thank you, sir."

"Welcome to the Enterprise, Ensign. Keep it up, and you'll do just fine here."

The smile left her face as soon as she was alone in the room, however, and Beverley wished again for the room's usual occupant to return.
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Title: P is for Penguin
Fandom/Characters: Star Trek: TNG, Worf & Riker
Rating: G
Words: 200


Worf looked back and forth between the small piece of fabric resting on the table and the First Officer who had placed it there.

"What, exactly, is that?" he asked in a tone that suggested he would quickly go from mild-mannered Starfleet officer to raging Klingon warrior if he didn't like the answer.

"A hat." Riker's answer was solemn, but even Worf could hear the laughter in his voice.

"And what is that?" he asked again, this time pointing at the design on the supposed hat.

"A penguin." Now Riker looked slightly puzzled. "A flightless aquatic - Wait. I thought you spent some time on Earth while growing up ? Surely you know what a penguin is."

Worf sighed in exasperation. "Of course I know what a penguin is. This conversation is not proceeding as I had hoped. Let us try again." He paused and then picked up the offending piece of fabric.

"Commander Riker, what exactly do you intend for me to do with this hat that bears the image of a dancing penguin?"

"I intend for you to wear it, Lieutenant."

"That," Worf replied in a resigned tone, "is what I was afraid you were going to say."
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Title: Fakers (The Get a Second Opinion Remix)
Fandom: Star Trek: TNG
Characters: Deanna Troi, Beverly Crusher
Rating: G
Word Count: 656
Summary: State the obvious. Sometimes it really is that simple.
Original Story: Stating the Obvious by cosmic_llin.
Written for Remix Madness 2011

Fakers (The Get a Second Opinion Remix) )


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