Other People's Sandboxes

Title: An Extension of Myself
Fandom: Star Trek: The Next Generation
Characters: Picard/Crusher, Troi/Riker
Rating: G
Warnings: none
Word Count: ~1800
Prompt: 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 trope_bingo card.

thanks, as always, to seren for the beta :)
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( An Extension of Myself )

Title: W is for Whenever
Fandom/Characters: Star Trek: TNG, Guinan
Rating: G
Words: 200

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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.

Title: P is for Penguin
Fandom/Characters: Star Trek: TNG, Worf & Riker
Rating: G
Words: 200

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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."