In answer to some reviewer's questions. I hid out in Disneyworld. The Small World ride. (Look it up! )

While they wait for more authors to fall for their trap…

And so Colonel Hogan…you were reminding the court that you thought you had been taken over the edge when the authors went too far?"

Colonel Hogan nodded. "That's correct, Commander Riker. You could say it was the straw that broke the camel's back. A fate worse than death."

"Ahem. Objection."

Harry shot an annoyed look at the defense attorney. "What is it this time, Major Winchester?"

"Overuse of idioms."

"Oh for crying out loud, Winchester. Really?" Riker glared at the physician as snickers filled the gallery.

"Overruled. Go ahead Colonel. I'm waiting with bated breath."

"Thanks, Judge." Hogan sighed. "As I was saying…it happened shortly after I was tortured by a rogue Gestapo agent; then saddled with the flu…It was a group of them. They turned me into a sniveling wreck. A spineless coward!"

Murmurs could be heard throughout the courtroom.

"No way! I can't believe it. And how may I ask, did that happen? I know this is tough, Rob." Riker patted the colonel's hand. "But you can do it."

"Normally, I don't run from danger. But in this story, I hid under my bed."

"Oh my God!"

"Objection! Judge is not being objective!" Winchester shouted.

Harry banged his gavel. "Sustained. I apologize to the court."

"And that's not all," Hogan continued. "I had to eat spinach. They brought in characters from other universes. Yours for example. The Borg." He and everyone else in the courtroom shuddered. "By the way, what is a pin number?"

"Never mind that." Riker turned to Harry. "Judge. This is a danger to all of us. If these people let the Borg loose on other realms, who knows what could happen. They'd assimilate everyone, and boy would the stories be boring. Fanfiction would totally collapse."

"True. I'm making an executive decision. Bull, with the assistance of the Trek people…try and track down the group that wrote this and get them in here. Winchester, I assume in this case, you won't object?"

"No," the major said weakly. He had heard of the Borg, and was terrified of them.

As Bull was heading towards the doors at the back of the courtroom, they swung open, revealing an attractive female dressed in 1940's garb with a 1960's hairstyle. She quickly strode to the front.

Hogan's eyes widened. "Suzanne? What are you doing here? The authors didn't hurt you, did they? If so, I'll…"

The lady doctor didn't respond. She waltzed up to Hogan and without saying a word, slapped him across the face.

"You two-timing bigamist. You cheat…You…You…" Enraged, she stomped her foot. Meanwhile, the spectators, as well as the judge and counsel were rendered speechless, while the authors present in the courtroom were grateful for the interruption.

"Suzanne, what are you talking about? I'm married to you. We got married in Paris, remember? Recently," Hogan pleaded. "Look, I'm wearing the ring!"

Suzanne was about to respond, when a petite, attractive woman stood up in the back of the courtroom. "We were married first. Oh mon dieu. And to another Frenchwoman?" She began to cry.

"T'pring?" A tall Vulcan in the back of the room stood up and raised his eyebrows.

"No. Tiger," She sniffed.

"Fascinating; but highly illogical." The Vulcan sat back down.

"Tiger…I didn't…wait…" Now Hogan was confused. "Did I?"

"You see, Judge. This is just the reason we need to put a stop to this!" Riker shouted. "The poor man can't even keep track of his love life!"

The courtroom erupted as Tiger, also known as T'pring, found her way up front and attacked Dr. Lechay. The cat fight drew an audience, as spectators, defendants and soldiers alike stood up and craned their necks to watch the show.

Klink, watching the chaos unfold, turned to Schultz and said, "I thought she was killed when the plant exploded."

Schultz recalled the lipstick on Hogan's cheek. "They are two very attractive women, Kommandant."

"Ladies!" Harry yelled. He jumped down from the bench and pulled them apart. "Stop this immediately or you will be in contempt of court!"

Meanwhile, a betting ring was forming in the back. Newkirk was handling the money, while Olsen and Carter began to solicit the rest of the spectators.

"I'll take the Vulcan wannabee." A sergeant, dressed in a dress, forked over some cash.

Hogan, now thinking straight and wishing to avoid further embarrassment, grabbed a whistle that was sitting on Harry's bench, and blew.

"Knock it off!" he yelled. "Quiet! Newkirk stop the betting or I'll throw the three of you in the cooler, myself! Don't you see you are all playing into their hands?"

At that… all the fanfiction characters quieted down. Hogan turned to Tiger and Suzanne. "I'm really, really sorry…but I'm just acting it out…just like the two of you."

Both women nodded.

"We shall work together to get justice for all of us," Tiger said.

"Agreed." Suzanne stepped back and glared at the authors. "This is not over."

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Stories referenced: The Quivering Colonel, (ornitholestes) Satin and Lace (ColHogan) and Everyone has Their Moment. (Snooky-9093)