Star Trek: Deep Space Nine: Elementary, My Dear Dr

Star Trek: Deep Space Nine: Elementary, My Dear Dr. Bashir.

By,

BakasBakurasotherlady.

A/N: This story is supposed to bridge the cap between "Lisa Riker," and "Elise."
I hope that people like this.

Summary: Dr.Bashir gets to watch as his daughter grows and mature on DS9.

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I don't own this show. I loved it when I was young child though.

Chapter 1: Coming back together, and saying a sad good-bye.

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Lisa Riker paced back and forth. She didn't know how she was going to be able to do this.

"Mommy?" a little voice asked.
Lisa turned and looked at the child. She was three years old; she looked just like her father. But she had hers and her grandfather's eyes. Which were deep seas blue.

They were on their way to Lisa's new post, the space station DEEP SPACE NINE. She was looking forward to helping Bajor get back on their feet.

"Mommy?" the little girl asked again.

"Yes, Elise?" Lisa asked.
"When are we going to be at the station?" the little girl asked. "Soon," Lisa answered. She was going to be sad when they finally docked. Lisa had grown up on the Enterprise, and had her child here. She was going to miss this ship. And the people aboard her.

She really looked at her daughter then. Elise had cream colored skin, those eyes, and long, curly, dark hair. She was swinging her legs back and forth. She was dressed in civilian clothing, and a big, toothy smile.

"What's going to happen when we get there?" Elise asked. Her smile vanished. She was now wearing a look of concern.

Lisa shared her thoughts. She was worried about the Bajoran people too. "I don't know honey," she answered honestly.

"Is Daddy going to be there?" Elise asked.

Lisa smiled. "I think so," she said. "And I think that we're at our new home," she added. The view behind them revealed a giant spider like station. It was black and most certainly of Cardassian design.

She looked around the room; it was full of bags and containers. Twenty-three years of life in eight cramped spaces, she thought.

She picked up her child, saying, "We have to go now."

-End of Chapter-

A/N: I hope that people like this.