Sulu

by Starsinger

Okay, here it goes: Sulu—Worf, Chekov—Data, Hendorff—Tasha, Wesley? I don't know, should I saddle Keenser with him, or just make him a new soul to the mark. Any suggestions? Please? Objections? Well, it's a little late for Sulu now! lol Don't own them.

"He's a bit taller than I expected."

"What did you expect? He's a Klingon?"

"He's still taller than I remember."

Worf stood on the Academy grounds. He was the first Klingon to do so as a cadet. Years after the Klingon/Federation war, and this was one of the many steps taken in those years. He grew up on Earth having survived the Khitomer massacre as a child, he had been adopted by the Rozhenkos when he had been found. He sighed as he remembered his parents sending him care packages before he even got on the shuttle. He sighed, human parents were very…well…human.

Worf was on the Security/Command track. His obvious strength and not so obvious intelligence made him a good fit for it. He strode across the concourse and nearly ran down an elderly female officer of Asian descent. He immediately apologized that he did not see her, she was a LOT shorter than he.

"It's alright, cadet," she replied, waving him off. "I wasn't watching where I was going either. You must be Worf."

"I am," he replied. He would also be known for his brief and concise answers at the Academy.

"Demora Sulu," she replied, holding out her hand. Worf took it feeling as if he should know this woman. "Would you humor this old woman and escort her to the Admiralty building?" Before Worf realized it he had agreed as he took her arm and they slowly crossed the lawn to HQ building. She spoke of her father and his glorious adventures many years before.

Of course Worf had heard of Captain Sulu and the Excelsior. What wasn't well known, as she spoke, was his adventures on the Enterprise. Even in his brief time as a starship Captain, Kirk was a well-known figure in the Klingon Empire. Had he lived, the Empire would probably have tried to have him brought back on charges of attacking the Klingon home planet. Worf sighed, from everything he had heard, Kirk had been a good man, capable of great things that weren't accomplished because of his early death.

"Well, it was good to meet you, Cadet. Qa'pla!" she made her way into the building leaving Worf as confused as ever. He turned away from the building, he had classes to attend.

Many years later…

"Geordi, are you sure we should be drinking this?" Worf asked looking at the clear blue liquid.

"Worf! Live a little! A little Romulan Ale isn't going to kill a big, strong Klingon like you!" Riker replied. The future bridegroom looked a little too sober for anybody's tastes.

Worf groaned as Geordi continued, "So, you met Admiral Sulu and she actually told you about her father on the Enterprise?"

"Yes, she did. Isn't she supposed to be there tomorrow, Commander?" Worf asked.

"Yes, so is Ambassador Spock and his wife Captain Saavik, and Joanna McCoy," Riker replied. "Deanna met Joanna right before shipping out on the Enterprise."

"That seems like a lifetime ago," Worf replied before sipping the ale. Before he knew it, he drank more than he wanted. It made him feel good, well, until the next morning. Synthehol never made him feel this bad. Maybe Guinan had a cure for this…