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

[Lillie Jones]

Thanks for the chapter

 

[DarkDestroyer]

We are still largely in the main prologue of the story...when SI Adam goes back to the Enterprise in a few weeks the main plot kicks in. This is all mostly just setting stuff up.

 

[Marlow3]

The request is so out of left field I am looking forward to the revelation of the 'why' to this request.
Thanks for the chapter.

 

[D72]

It's an unparallelled view. Even Kirk was impressed with it. And it's not like he needs THAT apartment, there were similar jetson style towers in the sightline.

LOL, I was trying to find a video of the layout because that curved fireplace is wild, but instead I got a video essay that argues that Kirk's home in SF was more likely to be a condo, considering the museum grade decorations.

Like the video was dull as dishwater but I watched the whole thing.
Kirk's Condo

 

[DarkDestroyer]

The request is so out of left field I am looking forward to the revelation of the 'why' to this request.
Thanks for the chapter.

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I promise the things that the SI does in this will be paid off. There is a plan to the madness lol. Also in this SI these are generally things I would do in real life if this happened. This is how I'm attempting to approach this.

It's an unparallelled view. Even Kirk was impressed with it. And it's not like he needs THAT apartment, there were similar jetson style towers in the sightline.

LOL, I was trying to find a video of the layout because that curved fireplace is wild, but instead I got a video essay that argues that Kirk's home in SF was more likely to be a condo, considering the museum grade decorations.

Like the video was dull as dishwater but I watched the whole thing.
Kirk's Condo

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Exactly so. It's a beautiful view and the rent is great.

 

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Over the course of the next two weeks, I am introduced to the members of Shelby's twelve person team. Experts from various different Starfleet operations, etc. As Admiral Hanson mentioned, I don't have the specifics of Data and Geordi's coding...so we do our best to create a topological anomaly from scratch. We have some very talented people on this team---should have expected nothing but the best from Shelby. The initial results are promising. The virus introduced via drone wipes out approximately 75 percent of the Collective. The Borg attempt to counter it but since it is self-replicating---each attempt to assimilate it--further affects the collective. Shelby's not satisfied though.

"The problem is the Queen's coding continues to resist it. Since we know next to nothing about how her program works...she's able to somehow still protect herself and a small fraction of drones."


We've been working together late this week. Staying well after hours while the others have left.

"75 percent of the collective along with all six known transwarp hubs is pretty damn good Lieutenant."

"Not good enough, Adam."

I grin.

"That's the first time you've called me by my name Lieutenant."


"Is it? I'm sorry, must be tired."

"Computer, what is the time?"

"It is 22:45 hours."

"14 hour day. Are you hungry at all? I'm starving."

Shelby who has been leaning over the console for an undetermined amount of time, while I've been sitting, turns around to face me and smirks. It is this moment where I realize that she's damn hot...

"Are you buying, Mr. Young" she asks

I stretch while getting up out of my chair.

"I don't have any credits unfortunately---I've only been eating and drinking from the replicator since I got here."

Shelby's face drops with genuine shock.

"You mean you've gone nearly two months without eating any real food?"

"Yeppers."

She puts her PAAD down and takes my hand.

"We're gonna change that right now, let's go."

"Where are we going?"

"We are going to Tokyo."

"What's in Tokyo?"


"You'll see."

We head to the main transport pad and beam over to Tokyo. They're 9 hours ahead of us so while it is dark and mostly quiet in San Francisco...it is currently 7 in the morning in Tokyo and the city is bustling already. It is breakfast time here but we head to a Waygu Teppanyaki place which brings a smile to myself. I've always wanted to go to one...I'm killing two birds with one stone as I've always also wanted to visit Japan. We walk into into a huge modern building and are greeted by an elderly woman. Shelby and her exchange words in Japanese and we're escorted to a booth seat.

"I used to eat here during the weekends, while at the Academy. The owners have known me ever since."

"You've picked up the language?"

"Coming here so much, I fell in love with the city, then decided to explore the island more on my days off. My first posting was at Daystrom."

"I didn't know that."

"Ahhhh, so you're not god."

"Far from it."

"You're a fascinating person Adam. I'm sure you've heard this before, but you must be still dealing with how...strange this all must be to you. A month ago you were in a different reality, doing whatever it is you do, and then bam...you're suddenly in one of your favourite shows, interacting with people you've seen on a screen."

"Yeah, it's been a bit of a roller coaster ride for sure. The shrinks must've had a field day with you."

"Oh I think they were giddy when they got a hold of me for sure. Counsellor Xing though was a blessing in disguise. Our sessions have been productive. I can't believe that I'm here though, I suspect that I'm going to feel like this for a while longer."

"More than likely. I've been impressed that you've worked so well with us. For a civilian you've kept up with us. You didn't strike me as a scientist when I first saw you."

"Yeah I get that. I'm a big nerd so some of the technological terms were familiar with me. I've seen the screens and know LCARS...but in reality I just barely grasp most of what is said. The practical application of it--still is beyond me. Although I've started reading technical manuals. If I'm taught, I learn pretty fast."

"I look forward to putting that to test..."

"I'm sure you will. As I'm sure you were briefed on before they sent you to recruit me, but I only know things about people that were shown on screen, or considered at least loosely canon in the books. It also depends on the person or how fleshed out they were by the writers. You're an open book to me."

"I've been called a lot of things, by a lot of people, but never an open book. What were your expectations of me?"

"An ambitious, career driven, hard ass. I'm glad to see that I was partially correct." Elizabeth laughs. It's a hearty laugh.

"I am assuming that they never showed my...softer side. Or to put it in other words, ME."

"Not really. The only downtime we see you have is a poker game." I need to be careful. I'm going to let slip some major spoilers. she chuckles at that.


"Playing with the senior staff no doubt. Did I win?"
"I believe you did, yes."

"That's good. Ah here it is. You're going to love this."

Even the veggies are cooked to perfection. Diced and grilled perfectly with a minimal amount of seasoning just for flavor. The Waygu beef is literally like butter, melting almost as soon as I attempt to bite it. No effort needed. It is absolutely like heaven.

"This is fucking the best steak I've ever had."

"Every person in the world should have an experience like this."

"What about vegans?"

"They're missing out."

"Not having any wasabi?"

"I can't handle the spice. My stomach is weak."

"They can give you a hypo for that."

"No thanks. I've never liked wasabi anyways."

"That's too bad." she says a little cheeky

A thought then enters my head that I never expected. I am considering doing normally that i wouldn't do. I'm literally in a new fresh situation. Risk is our business as Kirk said.

"So uh, thank you for dinner, this was amazing. I've always wanted to experience teppanyaki, and Japan."

"You're welcome...what are you doing when we get back?" she surprises me by asking

"Probably sleeping. What did you have in mind?"

After desert which is a slightly melted vanilla ice cream drizzled with mango sauce and is NEARLY as delicious as the main course was, we transport back to Elizabeth's apartment and she grabs me hard and begins to strip off my clothes. I reach around her neck and unzip her uniform, we kiss a couple of times, and she pulls down my shorts and proceeds to go down ah that...area....oh boy.

 

[Lillie Jones]

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We wake up in the morning, glad it's Saturday and we have the day off, or else we'd be late for the first time. I glance down at Elizabeth and can't believe this is actually happening. She's still here too snuggled under my left arm. I've missed snuggling. She stirs.

"W-what time is it?"

"It's just after 8 in the morning."

She bolts up.

"We're fucking late!" she exclaims and I chuckle

"No we're not. Elizabeth, it's Saturday."

She relaxes then and lays back down as I admire her back. I kiss her and she smiles.

"You haven't had much experience with this...have you?" she asks


I blush.

"Like maybe four or five times."
"I could tell."
"I forgot how blunt you are....so was I?"
"Adequate. I've had worse. What was interesting is that you feign experience...but it was obvious that it's been a while for you. I don't mean to shame you, just an observation."

"I'll take it!"

She giggles.

"Does that mean that there may be more opportunities for me to learn..." kissing her forehead

"Certainly the case....you intrigue me."

"So what is this? What are we doing here?"

"What do you want it to be?" she asks

"I'm content with whatever you are comfortable with frankly. I am totally inexperienced, have never had a full time relationship before, and expect to go back to the Enterprise at some point---not to mention that your singular quest to become a Captain is the driving force in your life, and there's not much room for anything else." She looked pained when I said that and I instantly regret that

"You're right, getting a starship command of my own IS the driving force in my life. I have sacrificed a great deal to get to where I am right now---all top of the line officers do that. That doesn't mean that I haven't enjoyed some dalliances."


"If this is a one of those dalliances I am content with that."

November gives way to December as our team refines the modelling. There are other suggestions made, but none of them will work. Starfleet Command gives final approval to the Defiant program, along with my recommended changes and my suggestion that Benjamin Sisko oversee the project, and Leah Brahms work on the warp engines (no one else I trust more). When questioned about Sisko I simply tell Starfleet that he will become prominent during the Dominion War and this is a chance for Starfleet to have him under their noses. I suggest they have Curzon Dax nudge him in this direction. They want to know how I know about Curzon, and I shake my head and simply say that I know a lot of things. They'll get it in time.

I move into Jim Kirk's old apartment in November. It turns out the speculation about the building being a futuristic version of the skyscraper at 333 Market Place is correct. It is almost exactly 17 minutes walk to the Presidio, obviously quicker if I use the personal transporter that is located outside the building. However the walk is a nice one. When I first saw the place, everything was as I imagined it would be from the movies. Perfectly preserved. I would have thought that maybe Starfleet would have at least taken the weapons collection, but nope---there's the old school revolver. I replicate my own furniture like I did in my quarters at Starfleet. A custom King size bed and have those weird retro couches removed and replaced with more 21st century style arm chairs and couches. I like sitting in big chairs. I kind of hate going to a friends place and they have little itty bitty furniture that I can barely sit in. Not fun.

I have lost almost 18 pounds since my arrival. Starfleet's physical fitness training they put me through has been absolutely exhausting and that's not even for like officers or cadets. They just put me through rigorous exercises and fitness programs---that include running. Hypo's for the pain. I forgot the medication but I've had no side-effects from them nor am I dependent on anything so that's good on both accounts.

Elizabeth and I hide don't hide our...dalliance...we're professional about it and stick to work when we're with the team. We get the model to 95 percent efficiency and decide this is as good as it's gonna get and present it to Admiral Hanson.

Admiral Hanson looks at his screen behind his desk at the data that we've presented him as the model finishing simulating the effects of the virus and he exhales.

"You're still certain this is the only way to defeat them?"

"Yes. It's the only way that will secure the Federation and saves lives."

"Very well. I still do not condone this, but I will arrange a presentation to the Federation Council with you two present. You can make your case to them. I will act as your advocate if needed. Good work both of you. Dismissed."

The two of us head out of the office and head to dinner with the rest of the team where we enjoy a well deserved meal together. It has been rare that all 12 of us have enjoyed down time together. I have a feeling this will be my last time with these people so decide to enjoy myself.

The next day I am on the couch in Elizabeth's apartment dozing when all of a sudden I open my eyes and find her standing in front of me wearing a green swimsuit.

"What do you think?"
"You look amazing. You going for a dip?"

She rolls her eyes.


"For someone as usually hyperaware as you are---you can be a complete dolt at times. Go get your trunks on Mister."

"Oh. Is that an order Lieutenant Shelby?"

"You're being smart with me, so yes it is Mr. Young. On the double."

"Aye sir."

I go quickly change into my swimming trunks and Elizabeth and I go out to a private island resort for the rest of the weekend. It's a much needed little vacation.


"Your kind and honest...and speak your mind. Those are qualities that I appreciate. Very well...dalliance it is."

 

[Lillie Jones]

Thanks for the chapter

 

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Author's Note: I know some of you are wondering about certain things. Such as Jim Kirk, and Scotty. Things that SI Adam probably should be telling Starfleet about. I assure you all there is a plan of all of these things, and you'll see it executed in the coming weeks, and months as we go along.
A board consisting of 13 Admiral's---as well as Admiral Shanthi who acts as the tie breaker in any vote---is gathered. Admiral Hanson acts as our advocate. I sit at our table stone faced as I watch these Admirals take in our presentation. This is not something that I ever thought I'd be championing the cause of in the Star Trek'Verse. This actually has been hard on me mentally...but wiping out the Borg, is the only logical and realistic way of stopping them. They are out there right now, assimilating entire worlds. Killing billions in the process. Ending the evolutionary process of entire civilizations ancient and young. No one here yet knows or understands what they are capable of doing...I am realizing that they're going to reject this. I understand the reasons why they will---but it makes me upset.

The presentation lasts a hour. They deliberate for less than ten minutes before unanimously rejecting the proposal. They order the Task Force to come up with alternative solutions to this problem, for this one is unacceptable. I make a bee line for the door and I'm absolutely furious. We don't even make it to the Federation Security Council, let alone Council.

"Three fucking months...wasted. What was the point of anything that we did? Now I know how Jor-El felt!"

"Who?" Elizabeth asks

"Superman's father. In the comics, etc. He presents hard evidence to the Science Council of his planet, that the planet is destroying its self and they should make preparations to leave---but the Council ignores his warnings, and the planet is destroyed. I never thought I'd be in the same shoes...even if our circumstances are different."

"This wasn't a total loss, Mr. Young. Yes, they rejected the virus, we all knew that it was a long shot. However...there is a positive thing from this." Hanson says as I start to calm down.

"What's that sir?"

"It was unspoken, but I basically got my mandate to continue operating the Task Force. The answer is no for now, but given time, and changing circumstances that may change. It also means getting further resources and operational support. They also approved the Defiant Project quicker than I anticipated, largely thanks to your modification suggestions---so not for nothing. You both have done damn good work, as has the entire team. I'm very proud of you both."

"Thank you sir." we say in unison.

"Come on, let's go get something to eat. It's on me."

The three of us head to a nearby restaurant where J.P. regals us with stories of Jean-Luc Picard as well as his youth. He's a fascinating man, I'm going to miss him.


December has arrived and yes, Christmas, is celebrated, as is most other religious holidays, just perhaps not as profound as in our reality---and Christmas is much less material. It is mostly recognized now out of tradition. Elizabeth and I get a tree for the apartment and decorate it together. We're given the rest of the month off. Admiral Hanson calls me in to his office around the second week of December.

"Prompt as always Mr. Young. Please sit down."

"Aye sir."

"First of all I wanted to say that it has been a pleasure working with you. I wasn't sure how you would apply yourself to this...job...but you've come out exceeding my expectations, and handled the troubling material exceptionally well. I meant what I said the other day, I'm extremely proud of you. You've handled the extreme circumstances of your situation better than anyone has anticipated...especially the shrinks. A testament to your will."

"Thank you sir."

"Now to why I called you here. This was always meant to be a temporary assignment, to give you something to do while you went through your tests. Now that those have been completed and Starfleet is satisfied that you pose no threat--I am pleased to report that they have granted you permission to return to the Enterprise---assuming you still want to. I have spoken to Captain Picard, and he has agreed to welcome you back, and Starfleet has approved the transfer already. You'd be going in the new year."

"Thank you sir, I'm not sure what else to say except this has meant a lot to me. I wasn't sure what to expect when I got here until I met you and Elizabeth...you've both eased the adjustment period here for me."

"Starfleet has also chosen to grant you the position of Special Civilian Consultant---I believe that was Commander Riker's suggestion?"

"It was sir. Thank you sir. Are there any restrictions from them?"

"You are to obey both main directives, the Prime and Temporal, follow all the General Orders of course, and they recommend restraint where butterflying is concerned. They understand you will want to pursue your own thing, but recommend against that at all costs. I do as well Mr. Young."

The power to change the universe will always be in the back of my mind. Emperor Young....

"What about my request to begin officer training?"

"Starfleet Command sees fit to leave that up to Captain Picard, Commander Riker, and Counsellor Troi. I suspect that they've no problem with you training to become an officer---and will leave how up to them."

"Thank you sir."

"What is it you say? Good Journey?"

"Aye sir."

"Good Journey Mr. Young. Until we meet again."

Elizabeth is making dinner when I return home. She asks the obvious question and I tell her why I was there, she's happy for me, takes the news well. I can't tell if she's upset or not. She's bloody good at keeping her emotions in check. Not like me.

The month goes by rather quickly and I'm glad for the actual break. As I mentioned before--this last three months has been a whirlwind, whatever adjective you want to use to describe this craziness. We enjoy each other's company, as well as do Christmas shopping.

I learn that the Federation Council has put together a Think Tank consisting of some of the brightest theoretical physicists in the galaxy to come up with a way first---how it is possible that I got here, and secondly, how to get me home. They are based on Vulcan, hosted by the Vulcan Science Institute. Some of them chat with me for insight, and to get to know me, out of pure curiosity. I jokingly call them the 98 Group---since that is how many scientists they're comprised of. My favourite number.

Around December 23rd, Elizabeth asks me if I want to stay with her parents. We've been invited and she knows that I've been feeling--down lately. Not quite lonely, but I've been missing my family and friends. I accept and we head to Baltimore of all places as Brian and Anita Shelby own a place just on the outskirts of town. Elizabeth was born in Lawrence, Kansas, but explains that her parents moved here after Elizabeth graduated from the Academy. We transport just about a block away and walk up to the house, and knock. They answer and welcome us warmly.

"It's been a long time since Elizabeth brought home someone to meet us. It's a pleasure to meet you Adam."

"The pleasure's all mine Mr. Shelby."

"Call me Brian."

"We're really not together Dad."

We're not together are we? I arch my eyebrow. Then grin. Okay Elizabeth. Have it your way then.

"I'm afraid your daughter is correct, we're not together. We're going to need separate sleeping arrangements, if possible."

Elizabeth stops short and glares darts at me. I just smile.

"Oh that's too bad...we can pull out the living room couch for you if you need it. " Anita says


"Mom, Adam's joking around...we're together...just we have an arrangement."

"Friends with benefits?" Brian asks winking at me I blush from the surprise of the comments

"Sort of like that yeah. Look, we'll take the guest room." Elizabeth is blushing now and I take her elbow and we head up the stairs with our bags. This should be an interesting first Christmas in the Star Trek Universe!

 

[Lillie Jones]

Thanks for the chapter

 

[Marlow3]

No suprise on the Admiralty shooting down the borg killing virus. They barely budge on the matter until after earth is repeatedly threatened time and again.
The Shelby romance is well written and remains faithful to her character.
Thanks for the chapter.

 

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No suprise on the Admiralty shooting down the borg killing virus. They barely budge on the matter until after earth is repeatedly threatened time and again.
The Shelby romance is well written and remains faithful to her character.
Thanks for the chapter.

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Yep. They would have pushed back on that in spite of it nearly working 90 percent. However the Task Force DOES get it's mandate and they will over the course of the year start to work on several proposals and ideas. It is SI Adam's hope that by mentioning the kinks Defiant suffered from early, it performs better and doesn't get delayed. Chief O'Brien's recommended modifications should mean this gets into service much earlier than season three of DS9. SI Adam also recommends the construction of things like Missile ships being built to combat the Borg, etc.

 

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Author's Note: A lot of Elizabeth's world building and character development, such as her parents I believe comes from her entry in Starship Creator. I will be using select beta canon from the books, comics, and games, etc where appropriate. "Brian" is of course though named after the actresses real life father.

Christmas turns out to be absolutely fantastic and Brian and Anita are warm and welcoming. Not typical of parents that I usually interact with, they're almost a hippy like throw back but without the outlandish clothes. Brian actually reminds me of Ultimate Uncle Ben but without the pony tail. I half expected to see Brian Dennehy and Elizabeth Dennehy's mom here, but it is a reminder once more that this is not the show, this is real life. We have a traditional Christmas dinner with mashed potatoes and sweet potatoes. Gravy, they accommodate me and make Yorkshire puddings which I'm grateful for. We exchange presents on Christmas morning as well. We spend Christmas evening with them and then leave on Boxing Day. Elizabeth knows that I want to spend my birthday alone with her at the apartment so we head back there.

The next couple of days before my birthday are quiet. My birthday arrives---it is my 44rd birthday...and the two of us spend it together. I have one of my favourite meals, and Tiramisu for desert. We then spend the rest of the evening together.

While in bed together, Elizabeth gets up and goes to get something. She comes back with a purple covering that has something LONG in it. I sit up in bed.

"What's this?"

"Your birthday present. Happy Birthday Adam."

"I thought you were my birthday present...."

"Oh I'm one of them..."

I take the covering and immediately feel the weight of the gift and smile. I think I know what this is. I unloose the covering to reveal a beautiful hand woven leather scabbard with gold embroidering on it. I see the wire wrapped grip, and brass hilt and pull it out of the scabbard. I'm speechless.

"Elizabeth...this is..."

"You like it?

It is a custom replica of the sword Excalibur from John Boorman's film. Absolutely breathtaking. I'm literally speechless as I hold it aloft. I am also conscience of the fact that I am naked holding a weapon. But I am flabbergasted.

"Absolutely adore it...h-how did you even have time to get this made?"


"If something is important to you, you make the time."

I kiss her head.

"You've read Captain Kirk's autobiography..."


"Required reading at the Academy."

"This is truly beautiful, thank you babe."

I put the blade down and back in its scabbard and Elizabeth and i make love.

We're invited to a Starfleet party on New Year's Eve. I don't want to go but Elizabeth insists as it's our final night together and we should spend it doing something other than being at home. I begrudgingly agree and we show up. Elizabeth is in her dress uniform, newly promoted to Lt-Commander now, and I'm wearing a tux that I had replicated. It's still weird wearing replicated clothing. It feels REAL, the fabric I mean, but the notion that basically most everyone is naked is in the back of my head still. Almost immediately I feel like I wanna go back home, but I suck it up and small chat with folks who approach me. Eventually though I head over to a window and look out at the bay. I brood for a bit until I hear an unexpected, but very familiar voice behind me.

"You must be Adam."

I turn around to see who is speaking, and it's none other than Gates McFadden staring right back at me. I will not ever get tired of this! It is indeed Doctor Beverly Crusher standing in front of me, holding a crystalline goblet filled with white wine.

"Doctor Crusher." I say trying to cover my shock. Of course she'd be here. She's still the head of Starfleet Medical until tomorrow morning.

"I saw you over here and wanted to introduce myself."

"It's a pleasure to meet you Doctor."

"Call me Beverly, I'm off duty. It would seem that my duties as head of Starfleet Medical prevented me from actually meeting you this year."


"I just assumed that all my medical reports went directly to you, and if you had needed to see me directly, you would have called me into your office."

"That's right. My regular duties keep me occupied during the day---so even classified materials don't get my direct attention right away. However when I saw your tests come back in---I was intrigued. It's not every day you come across a reality hopper. I wanted to make time to meet with you but just couldn't."


"I understand believe me. I can't believe you're here."

"I understand you'll be on the transport to the Enterprise with me tomorrow afternoon..."

"That's right."

"I look forward to seeing you there. I'm sure you'll make for some interesting company indeed."

I raise my glass back to her and she saunters away as Elizabeth comes and finds me.

"What was that all about?"

"Doctor Crusher was introducing herself to me. It's kind of astonishing that I hadn't been called in to see her during that first month."

"Blondes and redheads huh?"

"What?"

"You have a type."

"Oh yeah...I guess. I like brunettes too though so I'm not real picky. Have you had a fun evening?"

"I have, but can see that you are not. Do you want to go home? I can think of more engaging ways we can spend our final night together."

"Only if you're done here. I don't want to pry you from your networking."

"I think I'm done. Met a few interesting Admirals...had some intriguing discussions. You're more important to me now...even if we're done after tonight."

I sigh.

"What's wrong?" she asks

"Elizabeth...you have come to mean a great deal to me. You know everything there is to know about me, you've become more than just a lover, you've become my best friend. I agree parting ways is the best for both of us--but I hope that doesn't change anything about our friendship. I'd miss talking with you."


Elizabeth rolls her eyes.

"You really are a dolt sometimes. Before we leave, there's someone you should be introduced to. Try to compose yourself." she states and I arch my eye brow

We move through the main floor and near the bar, entertaining a gathering of people, I see a tall, older man with a shock of white hair. I exhale in anticipation. I didn't expect to see him at all. Elizabeth and I make our way through the gathering and there he is. The Great Man himself.

"Adam Christopher Young...this is..."

"Curzon...." I say informally in almost a whisper.

"Ah Mr. Young I presume. I have been briefed about you, hello Lizzie, it's always good to see you." Curzon says and extends his hand


I grasp it and it is as expected a good, strong grip---but also somehow gentle.


The crowd around him dissipates as it is just the three of us talking now.

"The honor is truly mine, Ambassador." I reply formally

"Too late. You already used my name informally, so it must be Curzon from now on. Come on, hop on the stool and have a drink with me." He says

I'm not at all surprised that Curzon Dax knew Elizabeth Shelby. I look over at her and she smiles and nods. So I oblige the Old Man. For someone who's about to die in a couple of years, Curzon looks as healthy as ever, that magical twinkle in his eye. I look down and he's ordered us whiskey's. Ugh. But since it's Curzon...I'll man up.

"Starfleet Command chose to brief me on you shortly after you gave them you're most interesting threat assessment report. I have seen and experienced a whole lot in my career, Mr. Young, but I think you take the cake! Cheers!" we clink shot glasses and we down them and I visibly react to the whiskey. Nasty ass drink. Dax laughs. It's hearty laugh, but not unpleasant.

"Not a fan of the bourbon?" he asks as I start coughing

"N-n-no. I-I am not." I continue to cough as I answer honestly and Elizabeth rubs my back amused as well

"It is something of an acquired taste. So...you've managed to ruffle some feathers in your short time here. Rattled the cage as they say. Good for you. I like that, you will go far here I think." Curzon says

"Thank you sir." as I continue to cough and ask for a glass of water

"I told you Curzon. You're going to Picard's ship again, the Enterprise?" he asks but he obviously already knows

"Yes. At the end of the week."

"A good ship, and a fine Captain. Perhaps the finest. If you need anything at all, don't hesitate to ask. Connections or otherwise." he states

I nod and this starts the rest of the night with a flurry of stories. Elizabeth and I don't stumble back into her quarters until well after 4 in the morning...I'm gonna have such a hangover.

 

[Lillie Jones]

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Elizabeth and I part ways and promise to keep in touch. Meeting Curzon was an unexpected pleasure. I will take him up on his offer, and mention a couple of things to him in confidence that ultimately prove my...abilities. The USS Repulse arrives to take Beverly and I to the Enterprise, and to pick up an old friend who is returning to duty.

"Dr. Pulaski. It is a pleasure to see you again." I greet Kate as we shake hands

"You are looking in good health, Mr. Young. I see you have followed my orders to a tee. You look much better than when I found you." Puluski has a glow about her that the series never properly captured in my opinion. Diana Muldur was almost too good for this part. She turns to face Beverly.

"Beverly." she greets

"Kate. It's good to see you again."

"I am happy to report that your Captain, and crew are in good health. We had a brief scare with Commander Riker as you probably know Mr. Young, but he's fully recovered from his ordeal. It's funny. I was hesitant about first joining the Enterprise following you, but now I find myself..."

"Missing the ship already?" Beverly asks and Kate nods

"It's made a lasting impression on me." she replies and I chuckle

"Ships name Enterprise, tend to do that I think."

"Well. I shall leave you both to your endeavours. Good luck, Mr. Young."

"Thank you Doctor, for everything. Stay in touch."

"I will if you call me Kate." and I nod as we step onto the transporter pad.


It is a pleasant enough trip to the Kavis Alpha System, where the Enterprise has just arrived to begin preparations for Dr. Paul Stubb's experiment with the "egg". The Doctor and I are transported over and Commander Riker and Counsellor Troi greet us warmly. Deanna and Beverly hug while Commander Riker flashes that trademark Frakes grin as I step off the transporter pad. That will never ever get old.

"Welcome back home, both of you. Beverly, Wesley is currently engaged in his studies, but once he's off duty, I know he's been eager to see you. Mr. Young, Captain Picard is with Dr. Stubbs at the moment but will see you once you've settled in your quarters."

"Thank you sir. It's good to be back. Where...uh...exactly are my quarters?"

"Deck 8, room 0900. 12 doors down from me. Ensign Velendez here will escort you."

"Aye sir."

"Remember, Adam, your medical exam is tomorrow morning at 10:00, don't be late. I don't want to have to hunt you down." Beverly teases

"You won't need to Doctor. I'll be there. Hello Counsellor."

"Welcome aboard Mr. Young. I'll see you when you're more settled."

I just nod as Ensign Velendez...shows me out of the transporter room.

A few minutes later and I step into the quarters after hearing that swooshing sound of the doors opening. These aren't the VIP guest quarters I enjoyed when I was here briefly last year, and no where near the giant quarters I was given at Starfleet...but these will do nicely indeed. I strip down and head for a quick sonic shower (best not to fuck with the settings too much, don't want my skin scorched---or worse) and change into clean clothes. Black sweater. Black pants (I can almost fit into jeans again!) and of course my now trademark leather jacket with hood. I see Excalibur already placed on my bed and I pick it up and put up on the wall, fiddle around with it until i'm satisfied with how it looks and when I'm done I hear my comm badge beep.

"Worf to Young."

"Young here."

"Captain Picard will see you in his ready room now."

Hello again to you too Worf.

"Understood. I'm on my way. Young out."

I exhale briefly and smile. Now here's where the real fun begins. It's time to go to work.

 

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"Mr. Young...welcome aboard the Enterprise. Welcome back." Captain Picard stands up from behind his desk and walks over to greet me as I pass through the door.

Offers me his hand and I take it. Picard has a great grip, showing his strength, but also his warmth. He offers me a seat.

I sit down.

"I read your file, and J.P. sent me the declassified parts of what you and your team were working on. It seems your time at Starfleet was put to good use?"

"Aye sir. Challenging at times, but I learned a great deal, met a lot of terrific people." I reply

"Now you're back...and itching to put to use your...abilities." The context of defining the tv knowledge still makes me cringe. They're not really abilities, everyone just calls it that now to come to some kind of acceptance of them.

"Actually sir I'm more itching to hear your answer to my uh....request. I realize it is a little unusual."

"You wish to undergo officer training...or at least some kind of escalated version of it."

"Yes sir."

"Mr. Crusher's crash course,...as you put it in your report is not really suitable for you. Commander Riker and Counsellor Troi designed that specifically for Wesley's...special attributes, I have read your psyche profile, as well as the intelligence report on you and while you would probably make a fine NCO---I'm not sure about an officer, yet." Picard replies bluntly

"Yes sir." I say...my voice betraying my disappointment

"However I will discuss this matter with Commander Riker, and Counsellor Troi ,as well by Admiral Hanson. The fact that you managed to gain Admiral Hanson's trust is grand indeed." Picard notes

"Thank you sir."


"Before we get to immediate matters. Starfleet Command has allowed me, certain latitudes in regards to how I choose to use you. This is a unique situation no other Starfleet Captain has experienced. We shall proceed with caution in this matter. I do not want you to become a...crutch. Nor do I wish for you to overstep your bounds should we have multiple successes with...what did the report call it....butterflying?" Picard asks

"Yes sir. I understand sir." I reply

"Be that with what it may, What can you tell me about our guest?" Picard asks

I finish telling Picard about Dr. Stubbs giving him as much information about the man and what happens as I can. After I'm dismissed, I saunter into Sickbay for my physical. Doctor Crusher is waiting for me at biobed one. I hop up on the bed and she begins the familiar procedure...it is a routine medical check up, nothing more.

"So how was your meeting with the Captain?" she asks as she begins running the medical tricorder up and down in front of me. I am temporarily distracted by it.

"It went fine. He welcomed me back, and we talked a bit about Dr. Stubbs."

"He seems like an interesting individual, Wesley talked almost all night about him."

"I'm not surprised. How is Wesley?"

"He seems to be doing okay. Slightly aloof, has me at arm's length, which concerns me."

"Go easy on him Doctor. He's spent a year here without his mom. There's nothing to be concerned about, nothing to push about either, he'll come around once he realizes that you are here again."

She stops scanning and looks at me.

"Is he---is he mad at me? That I left him?" she asks concerned

"You should ask him that, Doctor." I reply

"I'm asking you."

I sigh.

"All I will say, is that he has spent the last year growing up, discovering new things, having new experiences. All the things kids his age do. Things I did---well except saving the ship part. You should be very proud of the person he is becoming Doctor."

"You really don't want to tell us things that may upset us do you?" she resumes scanning me, I briefly glance at the medical monitor screen in front of us and off to the side of us is a panel with a read out of my vitals. The future is amazing.

"It's not my place to do that Doctor. I possess information about all of your futures. If I say something, anything---even something positive---it could disrupt the time stream dramatically in ways we can not possibility contemplate. I believe in actions beget consequences and my very presence should trigger serious ones. Besides which I agreed to follow the Temporal Prime Directive. It's the only thing Starfleet can reinforce on me. The DTI is not exactly I'm here either." I explain.

"What I don't understand is how they are granting you permission to...butterfly things...wouldn't that be an example of violating the Directive? Even if it was something minor, or positive?"

"That is a good question. Admiral Hansen told me that they put---"restrictions" on me, and to not get carried away. Captain Picard has been given...a strict leeway on how to use me as well. I supposed they are trusting me to use my own judgement, but you're correct. I shouldn't be allowed to do anything."

"You admit it?"

"Of course. This is a dangerous situation as I just indicated ...I plan to advise as per my job entails me to do so...but I need to proceed with caution. l am sure there will be events and situations that come up where I will be...forced into making a decision...but until that happens...I plan on not doing anything."

This is a bit of a lie, but generally true.

"I find that hard to believe, and I've only been around you a couple of days. You are here to help us, and I have read your profiles Mr. Young. You will do what you feel is right...no matter what the cost or consequence might be."

I grin. Beverly is incredibly perceptive. As well as smart, and beautiful too.

"I'm sure Starfleet will reprimand me when it is appropriate to do so. You're right though, I shouldn't be allowed to do anything that I am....about to. So...what's the verdict doc? How am I?"

Crusher snaps shut the medical tricorder and hands it to Alyssa Ogawa who I haven't formally been introduced to yet but she and I exchange pleasant nods to each other. Pleasant nods indeed...Adam stop.

"Well, you'll be glad to hear that your health is in the best shape it has been more than likely since you were in your early 20's. Just over three months of being in our reality, has almost totally changed your body's condition. Up on the screen is the physical Dr. Puluski conducted on you on your Arrival, before cures were implemented to all of your dermatological conditions you had prior to arriving here, and the scan I just conducted. The difference is jarring isn't it?"

"It is..."

"Before we finish giving you a check up...I wanted to talk to you about your foot."

"What about it?" I ask

"I know you discussed it briefly with Pulaski, and with the Doctor's at Starfleet, but I may have a solution for you. It will take a while, but if successful, could be a life changer for you."

"I think I know what you are gonna suggest, and I'm all ears ."

Doctor Crusher taps a button on her console and the screen switches to a rotating right foot---specifically MY foot. The screen splits again and next it to is another foot...it takes me a second to realize that it is again MY foot, but this time it's WHOLE. A normal looking foot.

"The technique that I am proposing is rare...in fact, club feet in general is rare in our time. I've been looking at the journals since I met you and there hasn't been a recorded club foot case in nearly four hundred years."

"That sounds about right. Club feet in my reality, was considered rare as well."

I was the only case in my village in England in decades and that was in 1979.

"Your case...as you know...is extreme, and unique. Almost zero cases of your type of club feet. So, with that in mind, I propose that we...give you a CLONED replacement. The idea is that I would take a DNA sample, culture it, grow it...mature it...and see if we can model a successful match. I don't foresee there being any issues with acceptance, but I want to do this right and so it's going to take a few months. IF we are successful, you would have a fully functional right foot again, with all of it's proper musculature and bone structure restored. The fact that you are walking on what you are now with two thirds of your bone and muscle GONE...is beyond incredible. What do you think?" she asks

I was asked about this at Starfleet as well. One would think this was an automatic answer in the positive...but I've been presented with options before, and have turned them all down. One of the greatest worked on me...and I am forever grateful that he has given me more time with my foot---but this...this was anticipated, expected, but still hard to digest.

"What is the recovery and rehab going to be like?" I ask nearly getting emotional

"Nothing like what it would be if you had it amputated in your time. I know that was a possibility reading your own reports on your foot. Given your ability to heal quickly...and your dedication and will---probably no more than a few weeks. I don't anticipate any issues with learning how to walk. We'd mostly be working on any balance issues there might be."

THAT makes me emotional and I start to tear up. DAMN IT. I wipe my eyes.

"Let's make it so, Doctor."

Beverly smiles at the reference, grabs a PADD and inputs some information.

"I'd like you to come in every two weeks still, so I can continue to monitor your progress. I am going to refer you to our physio department, headed by Doctor Vrana. She'll give you further or amend the exercises you're currently doing. I'd like to see you get down to about 200 prior to the surgery."

"Understood, anything else?"

"I think that just about does it for now. I'll book you in for two weeks from today at the same time. 10:00 hours."

"Gotcha Doc, thanks again."

She nods as I hop off the bio bed and head on out of sickbay.

 

[Dissimilate]

Thanks for the chapter!

 

[Lillie Jones]

Thanks for the chapter

 

[Marlow3]

Thanks for the chapter dump it was good fun to read. Looking forward to his continuing changes to things as they proceed. Have a good Christmas.

 

[AHHGKS]

TftC!