The Three Sisters
By Voyager Queen
A.U. Caldik Prime doesn't happen and there is a head of Starfleet, James McAllister.
~5 years earlier~
** The home of Admiral Paris **
Tom Paris looked at his door and took a deep breath. Down stairs was a huge party. Thrown by his father, the Admiral. The party was for him, next fall he'd be starting at Starfleet Academy. It was nothing new, really, he'd been given a pre-acceptance at age twelve, a record. He stared again at his door, the only thing between himself and numerous Captains and Admirals. He didn't know if he would be able to survive this party, keep up all the pretenses. He hadn't asked for it, in fact he'd all but begged his father not to have it. That hadn't mattered. What he wanted rarely did. He wanted to be in control of his own life. Make his own decisions. So he did. His first being to climb out his window instead of walking through his door. Little did he know this decision would change his destiny.
** The party **
Admiral Paris placed his hand on the banister at the bottom of a spiral staircase and turned to the newly promoted, auburn haired Captain beside him.
"I'm sorry, Captain Janeway, I don't know what's taking Thomas so long. I really wanted you to meet him."
Janeway smiled back understandingly, "I'm sure he has his reasons."
"Let's rind out what they are," he said starting up the stairs, motioning Janeway to follow, which she reluctantly did.
The Admiral never even knocked on his son's door. He simply opened it, to reveal an impeccably clean and empty room. The Admirals jaw dropped as he noticed the swaying curtains in the wind.
** San Francisco: Transport Station **
Tom got onto the off-world transport with practiced ease. He'd considered running away many times but never tried, afraid his father would just drag him back. But all of his preparation Starfleet training made him a 1st class runaway. He wouldn't stay away forever, he'd be back in time to start classes at the academy. As the transport broke free of Earth's atmosphere, Tom smiled. This would be the best summer of his life.
** The home of Admiral Paris **
Janeway had to tap into all of her diplomatic training to keep from smiling. The whole situation was just laughable. The Admirals 17-year-old son sneaking out his window the night of a party being held in his honor.
The Admiral, however, didn't look amused. "Get Admiral Carter," he told Janeway. "And tell no one else what as happened."
Trained not to question a superior, Janeway fled down the stairs. Not fully understanding what was going on.
** Admiral Owen Paris's office **
Janeway stood in the corner of Admiral Paris's office. She had gotten Admiral Carter and he'd went pale when she had told him what had happened. Now, the Owen had ushered both her and Carter into his office.
"How did this happen, Owen? I thought you were keeping an eye on him." Carter trailed off.
"I've been keeping an eye on him, Nick. I never thought he would try and runaway," he said brokenly.
"Owen," Carter interrupted. "He's seventeen. He thinks he can handle anything. Truth be told, that's probably not far from the truth. Tom is the most precocious kid I've ever met. He'll be fine."
Janeway stood quietly but was quickly losing patience. What was the fuss about? She'd run away herself once. Her father was an Admiral too, but he never reacted like this.
"Owen," Nick started. "Why is she here?"
The Admiral looked over to Janeway, remembering she was there. "She already knows that Tom is missing, we might as well tell her everything"
Carter nodded his agreement, albeit reluctantly.
"You know who James McAllister is, I'm sure."
Janeway nodded, "Of course, he's the head of all Starfleet."
"And my father-in-law," Owen said, smiling slightly.
"Sir?" Janeway gasped.
"This is top secret, Kathryn," Owen said firmly, "but I'm trusting you." Janeway nodded meekly and he continued. "Nobody knows that my wife, Meredith is James's daughter. For her safety her mother changed her name and took Meredith away. You see there is a rouge division of Starfleet called, Section 31. They have been trying for years to get James out of office, but they can't get pass his security."
Kathryn furrowed her brow, trying to piece it together.
"You see, Section 31 knows Meredith is James's daughter, they somehow found out. Which puts my wife and three kids in grave danger." Owen became quieter. "When Tom was eight years old he was kidnapped by 3 agents of Section 31. They threatened to kill him if James didn't resign. Tom, however managed to escape. I'm sure that put the leader of 31 to shame" Owen smiled, "being outwitted by an eight year old."
Carter cut in, "We believe Tom is their easiest target. He's the youngest and both the girls are grown and living off-world."
"Tom's running off has made him extremely venerable. Unfortunately, Tom sees it as a game. Even with all Starfleet looking for him he'd still do a damn good job of hiding. The problem is we can't have all of Starfleet looking for him. You never know who is an agent. If they were to learn Tom was off on his own."
Carter put his hand on Owens shoulder. "Don't worry, Owen. Let's just contact McAllister, he'll take care of this."
Owen nodded and headed to his console.
** Deep Space Nine **
Tom exited the transport and walked out onto Deep Space Nine. He wasn't sure where he was going, yet but he wanted to decide on somewhere fast. Tom knew about Section 31 and he remembered being kidnapped. It had made him a very suspicious and cautious person. But he was tired of being cautious, he just wanted to live his life.
** Admiral Owen Paris's office **
"What did he say?" Carter asked Owen.
"He's hired a bounty hunter to find Tom."
"A bounty hunter?" Carter gasped.
"She's supposed to be the best and she probably doesn't have any connection to Starfleet. McAllister thought that was the best way to go. Her name is Mirage."
"Then I guess it's out of our hands," Carter said.
Owen leaned back in his chair. "I just hope she knows what she's in for. That kid won't be an easy mark."
To be continued. Please review!! I need all the help I can get.
By Voyager Queen
A.U. Caldik Prime doesn't happen and there is a head of Starfleet, James McAllister.
~5 years earlier~
** The home of Admiral Paris **
Tom Paris looked at his door and took a deep breath. Down stairs was a huge party. Thrown by his father, the Admiral. The party was for him, next fall he'd be starting at Starfleet Academy. It was nothing new, really, he'd been given a pre-acceptance at age twelve, a record. He stared again at his door, the only thing between himself and numerous Captains and Admirals. He didn't know if he would be able to survive this party, keep up all the pretenses. He hadn't asked for it, in fact he'd all but begged his father not to have it. That hadn't mattered. What he wanted rarely did. He wanted to be in control of his own life. Make his own decisions. So he did. His first being to climb out his window instead of walking through his door. Little did he know this decision would change his destiny.
** The party **
Admiral Paris placed his hand on the banister at the bottom of a spiral staircase and turned to the newly promoted, auburn haired Captain beside him.
"I'm sorry, Captain Janeway, I don't know what's taking Thomas so long. I really wanted you to meet him."
Janeway smiled back understandingly, "I'm sure he has his reasons."
"Let's rind out what they are," he said starting up the stairs, motioning Janeway to follow, which she reluctantly did.
The Admiral never even knocked on his son's door. He simply opened it, to reveal an impeccably clean and empty room. The Admirals jaw dropped as he noticed the swaying curtains in the wind.
** San Francisco: Transport Station **
Tom got onto the off-world transport with practiced ease. He'd considered running away many times but never tried, afraid his father would just drag him back. But all of his preparation Starfleet training made him a 1st class runaway. He wouldn't stay away forever, he'd be back in time to start classes at the academy. As the transport broke free of Earth's atmosphere, Tom smiled. This would be the best summer of his life.
** The home of Admiral Paris **
Janeway had to tap into all of her diplomatic training to keep from smiling. The whole situation was just laughable. The Admirals 17-year-old son sneaking out his window the night of a party being held in his honor.
The Admiral, however, didn't look amused. "Get Admiral Carter," he told Janeway. "And tell no one else what as happened."
Trained not to question a superior, Janeway fled down the stairs. Not fully understanding what was going on.
** Admiral Owen Paris's office **
Janeway stood in the corner of Admiral Paris's office. She had gotten Admiral Carter and he'd went pale when she had told him what had happened. Now, the Owen had ushered both her and Carter into his office.
"How did this happen, Owen? I thought you were keeping an eye on him." Carter trailed off.
"I've been keeping an eye on him, Nick. I never thought he would try and runaway," he said brokenly.
"Owen," Carter interrupted. "He's seventeen. He thinks he can handle anything. Truth be told, that's probably not far from the truth. Tom is the most precocious kid I've ever met. He'll be fine."
Janeway stood quietly but was quickly losing patience. What was the fuss about? She'd run away herself once. Her father was an Admiral too, but he never reacted like this.
"Owen," Nick started. "Why is she here?"
The Admiral looked over to Janeway, remembering she was there. "She already knows that Tom is missing, we might as well tell her everything"
Carter nodded his agreement, albeit reluctantly.
"You know who James McAllister is, I'm sure."
Janeway nodded, "Of course, he's the head of all Starfleet."
"And my father-in-law," Owen said, smiling slightly.
"Sir?" Janeway gasped.
"This is top secret, Kathryn," Owen said firmly, "but I'm trusting you." Janeway nodded meekly and he continued. "Nobody knows that my wife, Meredith is James's daughter. For her safety her mother changed her name and took Meredith away. You see there is a rouge division of Starfleet called, Section 31. They have been trying for years to get James out of office, but they can't get pass his security."
Kathryn furrowed her brow, trying to piece it together.
"You see, Section 31 knows Meredith is James's daughter, they somehow found out. Which puts my wife and three kids in grave danger." Owen became quieter. "When Tom was eight years old he was kidnapped by 3 agents of Section 31. They threatened to kill him if James didn't resign. Tom, however managed to escape. I'm sure that put the leader of 31 to shame" Owen smiled, "being outwitted by an eight year old."
Carter cut in, "We believe Tom is their easiest target. He's the youngest and both the girls are grown and living off-world."
"Tom's running off has made him extremely venerable. Unfortunately, Tom sees it as a game. Even with all Starfleet looking for him he'd still do a damn good job of hiding. The problem is we can't have all of Starfleet looking for him. You never know who is an agent. If they were to learn Tom was off on his own."
Carter put his hand on Owens shoulder. "Don't worry, Owen. Let's just contact McAllister, he'll take care of this."
Owen nodded and headed to his console.
** Deep Space Nine **
Tom exited the transport and walked out onto Deep Space Nine. He wasn't sure where he was going, yet but he wanted to decide on somewhere fast. Tom knew about Section 31 and he remembered being kidnapped. It had made him a very suspicious and cautious person. But he was tired of being cautious, he just wanted to live his life.
** Admiral Owen Paris's office **
"What did he say?" Carter asked Owen.
"He's hired a bounty hunter to find Tom."
"A bounty hunter?" Carter gasped.
"She's supposed to be the best and she probably doesn't have any connection to Starfleet. McAllister thought that was the best way to go. Her name is Mirage."
"Then I guess it's out of our hands," Carter said.
Owen leaned back in his chair. "I just hope she knows what she's in for. That kid won't be an easy mark."
To be continued. Please review!! I need all the help I can get.
