Control
Prologue
"Leonard, look who's here." My mother, Serena McCoy, seemed surprised, or just shocked. "It's the gang."
"Jim, what're you doing here? Come in." This person, Jim, stepped in with a couple of people right behind him. I looked at all of them through long black, straight bangs. "You've got the whole flipping crew here, Jim! What're you here for?"
"We've been called to action again, Bones. The Federation wants us, including your newly graduated daughter, to go talk to the Klingons. They've been trying to destroy the pact on purpose." Jim looked my way and I waved, then pushed my bangs into my other hair to pull it into a ponytail. Jim nodded, waved back, and turned to my father. "Well, Bones? You two wanna come back and help? We may need both your medical expertise." He pushed them over the edge. Medical stuff was what they practically lived with. I'd learned Medical business, but wanted to work more with Navigation.
"We'll help, but Grace can't come." Dad said gruffly.
"Dad! I wantto come! Please! I'm a great Navigator!" I pleaded. Dad looked at me as I did my famous puppy-dog look, and he caved. Yes, Leonard McCoy, the gruff doctor of the U.S.S. Enterprise, caved just because his daughter gives him the puppy-dog look.
"Fine, Grace. Come on, get packed." I leaped up, nearly toppling over a young Ensign. He cried out in Russian with surprise and jumped back from my stampede.
"Cожалеющий!" I yelled in Russian. He gasped, smiling doing a small happy dance while singing, "я сударыня не определенный артикль только один!"
"Wow, you're daughter knows how to make Chekov delighted. I wonder what they said." I heard Jim say.
"Grace told him sorry, and he keeps saying "I'm not the only one"." Dad replied.
"Ah. I think they're gonna be good friends, huh, Bones?" Jim muttered. Dad growled and called Jim a couple of names under the sun, but then I heard him go into Mom and his room. The door closed, so I continued to pack. This was going to be fun!