Discalimer. unfortunately, i don't own nothing of the Star treck saga.(the only thing I own is Commander Celian Lapierre and her mother's planet, Endoria. (that's not Andoria! they are two different things!) sorry if it took so long, but yoy know, sometimes the artists aren't ableto continue their own orks...
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cross-over between T.N.G. and Enterprise; it's set after Nemsis (2380; Riker and Dianna married some months before) for what concern T.N.G., and somewhere between the last two episodes of Enterprise (i decided to set the story in 2157, 4-5 years before the end of the story;here T'Pol mother is dead from a while).i hope you will love and like it,like i loved and i liked write it. I also hope there aren't too many mistakes, because i'm italian and my english isn't ever so perfect. Now, enjoy yourself and,if you want, Review!
chapter 7:the battle within
Enterprise DI, Holographic Bridge. Later
"You look in a bad mood. Are you?" A young woman, dressed in black, asked her. They were in an ancient palace, in Paris, at a ball in honor of the Federation. it was the 2346, something like 200 years after the beginning of the built of the Enterprise NXO1.
"No, I'm not. Why everybody thinks I am?" . it was the day her parents met for the very first time, and she was playing the role of Damastria, her mom's damsel. She was wearing a dark blue dress, in silk and lace, with a big neckline, straps on her arms, a long skirt with a long slit on the front and a long train; the so created 2 trains were both tied to a bracelet up; she had red nail polish and she was made up with green emerald eye-shadow, a drop of black eye-liner, mascara and a dark pink lipstick. The name of the nuance she used was" petal of rose". Her wavy hair were long.
Dalia, with crossed arms, looked at her like to say "don't lie me".
Smiling, she replied telling her that "I'm in a good mood, really, but I don't feel...comfortable. at least, not at all."
"Do what you want. For what concern myself…I believe I found my prey." It was her mom. Always so superficial. She decided to look in the direction Dalia was looking at, and she saw a group of men. among them, she recognized the younger versions of Jean Luc and her dad. "Now, if you want excuse me, my dear Damastria, I have to go." The royal princess added. Celian looked at the scene. She used a lot that program in the past, to try to understand her family, over all her mother. How did her mother really was? Sometimes she looked like a bird of prey, sometimes like a superficial, sometimes she was both, sometimes neither of them. Celian wasn't so young, but she wasn't able to understand her own family.
"Wow" someone told at her shoulders. She turned her head for a while and she saw Malcolm, dressed in a black tuxedo. "Honestly, I can tell you the same. The tuxedo suits you.- she said smiling – changing topic, what are you doing here?" She turned her head again, and looked at her "family". She realized the person she knew better…and who knew her better…wasn't a genetic member of her family.
"I was looking for you. Your captain is worried" typical of him, she thought. The demonstration she was right about who knew her better.
"I did what he told me. He told me to take some free time and I did it."
"Can I ask you where are we now? Not in philosophical terms, I mean." She looked in his eyes and she saw his curiosity.
"Versailles, Paris, 2346.the 200th anniversary of the beginning of the works of construction of your Enterprise."
"And whom are we looking at?"
"My parents and Jean Luc. It was their very first met."
"And…exactly… - he asked her crossing his arms – what are we doing here?"
"Honestly? I don't know. I run this stupid program each time I'm … - she paused – each time I'm in a bad mood." She finally admitted, a little frustrated.
"So, now, you are in a bad mood – he said giving her one of the 2 flutes of champagne he took from a butler - but the question is: why?"
"I don't know. – she said after a sip – I only know I'm…tired, confused, angry, scared, out of control…"
"you are human. It's normal have such feelings."
"that's the problem. I'm not human, I'm… how can I explain it? I feel like there is a battle between my 2 selves, the endorian and the Human one. I'm feeling normal human emotions but I feel guilty because it's not what was taught me on my planet. "
Malcolm took the flutes and put them on a near table; smiling, her took her right hand they went on the dance floor.
Celian was smiling, that was true, but she was also red in face. "What… what do you want to do?"
"Dance" he only said. The orchestra was playing a slow dance. They smiling at each other and they started to dance. After a while, Celian put her hand on his chest, like she did the first time they met. It was when he fall in love with her. The moment she fell in love with him. But only now she realized the deepness of her feelings for him. She saw her parents near them, her mother was smiling. She took a breath and she gave to the computer an order in her native language. Now,in the ancient palace, remained only the two of them and the orchestra.
"What…why…" it took a while to Malcolm to realize what she did. For all the time they danced, his eyes were closed.
"Because I want this moment to remain private. And also because it seemed to me a bit… strange flirting with you under my parents' eyes."
"they aren't your parents" he said laughing.
"Don't laugh! You know what I mean!"
He stopped to dace. He embraced the girl right before his eyes and gave her a quick kiss on the forehead.
"I know what you feel – he said serious – when I was younger and I decided to join the fleet, I felt the same. It was like my soul was divided between what was the best for my heart and what was the best for my family.
And you know what I did? I decided to be myself, and I told them" I'm gonna where my heart will take me". And here I am."
"What did they do? What did they think?" she had still her head on his chest.
"They didn't know me before. And they don't know me now. And then it wasn't important what they thought, but what I desired. – he put one of her locks behind the ear – so – he continued whispering in the same ear – did you tell me you was flirting with me? Are you trying to seduce me?"
She gave the computer a new order, still in her native language. The illuminist mansion left place to an empty white room and their clothes turned to their usual uniforms.
"I'm more comfortable this way" she explained his, still red in face.
He went nearer to the girl, and took her frown among his hands. She remained speechless.
"You are so beautiful. And incredible. I never thought it was possible love someone this way. Not before to know you. And now, I can't imagine my life without you."
Malcolm tried to kiss her. But, on the contrary of what he believed, she refused.
"Please, Malcolm, no… I'm…I'm too scared." She admitted.
"Of what? Me? I could never do something to you that you don't want. I love you too much!"
"I know that…and I know you… and I don't fear you. But if now I surrender to my feelings, I'll suffer too much when you'll be gone."
He gave her an other quick kiss, this time on her lips. " go where your heart takes you. What does it say?" he whispered to her.
She took his hand and leaded him outside the simulation room. When he tried to speak, she silenced him. He closed his eyes, leaving her to guide him. When he re-opened them, he was in one of the lodgings. Her one. "What the hell… what are we doing here?" it wasn't a real answer. He already knew the answer.
"am I wrong or you asked me if I was trying to seduce you? Well, I reflected and I arrived at the conclusion that yes, I'm trying to seduce you."
She went near him, and, on tiptoe, she started to kiss him passionately. Malcolm was surprised. Not only by the kiss in itself, but by all the situation. "I believe…" he tried to say, but she silenced him again, this time with an other kiss. Her hands were running through his hair, his ones were around her waist, raising her for to make easier the kissing: he was a lot taller than her. When the kiss ended, she put her arms around his neck and he took her in his arms: like the first time they met, she put, quiet and comfortable, her head on his chest; together, they went to her bedroom.
He put her on the bed, and lain down near her, he started again to kiss her, with kiss deeper and deeper, undressing each other. .
"You don't need to seduce me" he said kissing her shoulder and lowering the straps of her bra.
"Why?" she had a malicious smile.
"Because I'm at your feet since we met for the first time".
