Disclaimer: I don't own Trek; no profit made.
This is a sequel to my stories "Family Secrets" and "The Little Miracle".
This is a pretty OC-laden fic, since I've created a next generation of our heroes. TnT factor in the story, of course, since it is about their child. Thank you so much for the beta Misplaced and Aquarius. And thank you Aquarius for the valuable advice.
Many light years from Earth, a young Romulan smiled to himself as he looked around at his supervisor's office. The large window had an expansive view of the capital city, which glittered under the twilight. Hover cars whizzed by the window, and the city lights had begun to flicker to life. He sighed. He would miss this city, certain that no other civilization could ever match its beauty and sophistication, but he was exhilarated at the thought of his first deep cover assignment for the intelligence service.
"Your hair," his superior said. "The way it curls and falls over your ears. I would almost mistake you for a human."
"I'll take that as a compliment, sir," replied the younger man, who beamed. He had spent many months learning to carry himself like a human. He trained himself to swagger when he walked, to cock his head slightly when he spoke and to fold his arms when he was at rest.
The older man stared across the desk. "Do not let us down," he said. "For reasons you are well aware of, you are the only one of your class considered for this mission." He paused. "Have you chosen a name?"
The young man smiled. He'd been given several options, but he decided on the one that sounded the most Romulan.
"Dante," he replied.
His supervisor nodded in approval. It was the name of a human traveler - a poet - who journeyed into the underworld, and it was very close to his real name. He liked it. It felt right. He'd always wanted a human name, anyway.
He stood up, and he nodded formally. "You're dismissed. Good luck. Hopefully, you'll only be on Earth for a few weeks."
"I shall return with the treasure in hand," replied Dante, as he stood up and headed for the door.
It wasn't as though he wasn't a loyal Romulan. Given his unusual parentage, he had always worked harder at being a perfect Romulan than all the other boys his age. He hadn't had a choice.
Nevertheless, he had always wanted to see his mother's homeworld, and now he had his chance.