Troi and Riker
by Starsinger
Set during "Admiral Marcus", these two make one more stop. Don't own them.
Jim looked up and across the café. They were an odd looking pair, human man and a Betazoid woman, her dark eyes in stark contrast to the man's light laughing eyes. They were a handsome pair, if ever Jim saw one. He felt almost drawn to them.
"Jim," Bones said. "Earth to Jim, what's going on in that head of yours?"
"Them," Jim said. There was absolutely nothing to make them stand out in the crowded room, they were quite ordinary. If you didn't know the subtle differences that made a Betazoid stand out, you'd have thought she was human. "I can't quite shake the feeling that I should know them," Jim said quietly. The woman looked directly at both of them, and she rose to leave, the man following her. The next thing that struck Jim was their height. He was considerably taller than she was.
Jim rose and followed them, not quite sure why. They strolled down the streets of San Francisco like any lovers, but their bearing screamed Starfleet. They simply couldn't hide the manner in which Starfleet had taught them to move. The came to Golden Gate Park, where the pair stopped, and Jim did as well, McCoy right behind him. "Excuse me, do I know you?" Jim asked.
They both turned toward them. "No, you don't," the woman replied. "But you've read about us."
Jim cocked his head at them, "From whom?"
"Zephrane Cochram," she replied. Her accent was exotic, and she was quite beautiful. Jim had to give her that.
"Troi and Riker," he whispered, "why are you here?"
"We were told that you needed proof that your hunches were correct," the man said. "I'm William Riker and this is Deanna Troi."
Kirk nodded, "Aren't you afraid you're altering the timeline?"
"No, we were told that we would meet you here," Troi replied. Her eyes held a haunted look common to those who've recently survived battle.
"How will we know who to put on that ship?" McCoy asked, finally voicing his thoughts.
"Go with your gut, Captain," Riker said, "It won't lead you wrong." Riker smiled, "We'll see you in the future."
Troi opened her jacket and tapped the Starfleet emblem hidden there, "Troi to Enterprise, two to beam up."
Jim opened his mouth to ask what she was doing before the two of them simply disappeared in a transporter beam. Jim turned to McCoy, "Wow, that was incredible. The technology that allowed their communicators to be built into their insignias on their uniforms is so far ahead of us right now. I wonder if they have intership beaming down or not."
McCoy shook his head, Engineers could go on about theoretical all day.
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Troi and Riker grinned at each other as they appeared on the transporter pad. "Well, did you do it?" a voice asked them.
"Yes, Admiral, it was done," Riker said, smiling at the much older man.
"And we didn't tell you about you," Troi replied.
"Good, I'd hate to run into one of those universal paradoxes Spock keeps warning me about. Fortunately, neither one of you were born at this time," the elderly admiral steered himself out the door muttering to himself all the time. Troi and Riker smiled at each other. Some days they just had too much fun.