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In his millionth task for the day, Kirk slipped down into the brig. He pointedly ignored the two people from the other universe, and instead... stopped in front of the new comer. ...Damn! Fine looking chick. That they knew nothing about.

He put on a lazy grin and looked to her, "Hello there, stranger." He said easily, curious how she would react.

Date: 2009-08-09 10:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] demora-pavlovna.livejournal.com
Demora stifled a giggle as she remembered the last time Kirk had flirted with her, in her universe, and the horror on his face when he realized who she was at the time.

"Captain," she said calmly. "Glad to see you haven't changed at all from who you were in my universe."

Date: 2009-08-09 10:18 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kirktastic.livejournal.com
"Well, looks like someone updated you on what's going on around here." Kirk wondered who exactly, and pondered it might have been Ensign Hannity, the person who reported her. His eyes didn't exactly not roam up and down her body. Naturally, of course.

Date: 2009-08-09 10:25 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] demora-pavlovna.livejournal.com
Demora would've been offended if she weren't so amused.

Still holding back laughter, she spoke. "Actually I figured it out myself. Finding a seventeen year old female version of your dad kind of gave me a clue. Plus that fact that right before I'd been in a transporter."

She raised an eyebrow. "I remember the last time you flirted with me." This time she couldn't hold back the laughter.

Date: 2009-08-09 10:28 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kirktastic.livejournal.com
James Kirk was not a stupid man. Finding a seventeen year old-- Only one person that could be on this ship, Chekov, FEMALE-- That meant Chekov, the one that was on the bridge.. had been... version of your Dad?

Interesting. Very much so.

"So Chekov is your father." He rubbed his chin a little, amused. Girl in front of him looked... well, fairly young herself. "Interesting. Not that I believe you, necessarily."

Date: 2009-08-09 10:37 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] demora-pavlovna.livejournal.com
"Get a tricorder from Uncle Bo- Doctor McCoy. You'll find my DNA matches that of two members of the crew. Personally I'm surprised you haven't figured out who the other parent is yet."

She stretched her arms out and leaned against the wall. "You were my godfather, you know."

Date: 2009-08-09 10:40 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kirktastic.livejournal.com
She was gonna call him Uncle Bones. "Maybe I was, in another universe. Not in this one. So, I'll make this simple. We'll be at Risa later today. You'll be allowed to leave the ship. We'll even help make sure you have a way back to Earth, or wherever your home is."

Date: 2009-08-09 10:48 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] demora-pavlovna.livejournal.com
Demora sighed. This was sucking worse and worse.

"I don't live on Earth. I only spent a few short times on Earth to visit my grandparents. I spent my entire life, barring a few shore leaves, on the Enterprise."

Date: 2009-08-09 10:50 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kirktastic.livejournal.com
Really? Sounded... familiar. "They normally don't allow children on the starships... why you?" He was curious, "And what did you do on the ship?"

Date: 2009-08-09 10:54 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] demora-pavlovna.livejournal.com
"My dad told me once that they kept me on the ship so I could grow up living a life of adventure. Besides, whichever grandparent they sent me to live with, the other would kill them. I was allowed to stay because you pulled some strings."

She bit her lip. "When I was little I started spending a lot of time in Engineering. Eventually started working there. I don't think I could ever be as good as Scotty but I think I got pretty close."

Scotty. Dammit, I miss him already.

Date: 2009-08-09 11:01 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kirktastic.livejournal.com
Not sure I could ever force some kid into this kind of danger. Seems pretty fucking stupid to me but hey, not my kid. Kirk thought to himself. "That's because there's no one that could be as good as he is." He rubbed his neck slowly, thinking.

"...Alright, I'll contact Bones. If you're Chekov's kid... you can at least be free of the brig. If I find out you're mucking around in the systems, doing anything someone who isn't known shouldn't be doing on this ship, I'll have you back in here so quickly that you won't know what happened." He just wasn't in the mood to deal with this stuff today.

Date: 2009-08-09 11:16 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] demora-pavlovna.livejournal.com
"No, there isn't," Demora agreed.

"Thanks. And, uh, after you let me go, any chance of me getting to track down my parents - well, I guess here they aren't my parents."

Date: 2009-08-09 11:17 pm (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kirktastic.livejournal.com
"...Do you really want to possibly fuck up your own existence by telling people you're their kid?" Kirk pointed out.

Date: 2009-08-10 03:21 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] demora-pavlovna.livejournal.com
"Chekov already knows. And I don't think I ever would've existed in this universe. Everyone is so different. I don't even know if my parents are together."

Date: 2009-08-10 03:22 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kirktastic.livejournal.com
"Well... WHICH of the two Chekovs knows?" Was all Kirk asked.

Date: 2009-08-10 03:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] demora-pavlovna.livejournal.com
Demora looked up, surprised. "There's two?"

She shook her head. This couldn't get any weirder.

"The one I talked to was female."

Date: 2009-08-10 03:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kirktastic.livejournal.com
"Most likely NOT the right Chekov then... since its the other Chekov that's with Sulu. Or... Sulu... whatever." That mess was too confusing.

He brought up his communicator and called into it, "Kirk to sickbay."

Date: 2009-08-10 03:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] demora-pavlovna.livejournal.com
Demora frowned. She had the distinct feeling this universe was different enough that, if she ever existed, she'd be born at a different time and in a different way.

Date: 2009-08-10 03:29 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com
Leonard heard the communicator go off. Heading to the panel, he pressed the button. "It's McCoy, what can I do for you, Captain."

Date: 2009-08-10 03:35 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kirktastic.livejournal.com
"Bones, I need you or one of your nurses to come down here and check this person's DNA against the crews'."

Date: 2009-08-10 03:51 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com
"On my way," he answered, closing the comm-link. He grabbed a tricorder, reconfiguring the settings as he made his way down to the brig.

He'd never seen so many people down here, prisoners and security officers. "What do you need, Captain," he asked, looking over at the young woman Jim was talking to.

He frowned. "Don't recognize you," he said quietly, sparing a glance over at Jim. "I'm Doctor McCoy," he said to her.

Date: 2009-08-10 03:53 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kirktastic.livejournal.com
"Gotta feeling she sure as hell knows you." Came the quiet mutter. "...Who do you say your parents are? Chekov and...?"

Date: 2009-08-10 03:59 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] demora-pavlovna.livejournal.com
"Sulu," she replied.

She looked over at Uncle Bones. He looked the same as he did back in her world. That was comforting, atleast.

Date: 2009-08-10 04:12 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kirktastic.livejournal.com
"...Alright." Just looking... confused. "...Um, you know that's impossible, right? Two guys? They can't make a kid."

Date: 2009-08-10 04:17 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] demora-pavlovna.livejournal.com
"Long story involving aliens, a pill slipped into my dad's drink, and some other stuff I prefer not to think about much." She didn't really want to elaborate. She was already not being believed as it was.

Date: 2009-08-10 04:20 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kirktastic.livejournal.com
...

Right.

"Bones, if you would?"

Date: 2009-08-10 04:23 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com
Leonard looked over at Jim. "She's from the future," he said, shaking his head. "Unbelievable... okay now, the quickest way for me to get this done is with a blood sample," he told her.

"I can also use hair, he looked at Jim, "but it's not as accurate. Mind giving me a drop or two?" he asked her, holding out his hand in front of her.

Date: 2009-08-10 04:25 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] demora-pavlovna.livejournal.com
Demora nodded and held out her hand. She had a miniflashback of when she was a kid, and he would give her a piece of candy after he drew blood or gave her a hypospray.

She doubted that was going to happen this time.

Date: 2009-08-10 04:31 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com
"Thanks," he said quietly, pressing the spray into her finger, extracting two drops of blood as painlessly as he could. He ran the results against the pattern match of all crew members.

Within a few moments the tricorder beeped it's answer. "Holy shit," he muttered, handing it to Jim.

Date: 2009-08-10 04:32 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kirktastic.livejournal.com
"...." Kirk just stared at the results, then slowly shook his head. "Cant believe that you're telling the truth." He reached over and deactivated the barrier, shaking his head.

Date: 2009-08-10 04:42 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] demora-pavlovna.livejournal.com
Demora stepped through the barrier, smiling. "I wasn't lying about the godfather thing either. Obviously that doesn't affect us here, but do know you had that honor in my universe."

She paused, frowning. "Damn. I suppose I have to re-enlist to become a member of Starfleet again."

Date: 2009-08-10 04:47 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] dctr-mccoy.livejournal.com
Bones gave her a strange look, a mixture of confusion and incredulity. "Is there anything else you need, Jim?" he asked in a wearied voice.

Date: 2009-08-10 11:24 am (UTC)
From: [identity profile] kirktastic.livejournal.com
Kirk was wearing about that same look of confusion. "...No, thanks for coming down here Bones." He said cautiously. I don't think this is going to go well.

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