The Romulan Courier
By Sirap
"We've got to get out of here," Moira said abruptly.
"Why? It was self defense," Tom protested. "Starfleet will."
"Want an explanation," Moira interrupted. "And I can't give one to them. Please, I need you to trust me. We have to leave."
Tom reluctantly nodded and ran after Moira as she took off for her ship.
"You can still fly, right?" Moira asked teasingly as they entered her ship.
Tom's eyes brightened as he sat at the helm, "Do you really believe that I could ever forget?"
Moira laughed, "Just get us out of here."
"Yes ma'am, and our destination?"
"Take us to dad's."
Tom thought he had misheard her, "What?"
"We need to stay on Earth, no one should be home. We can park in the garage and think up a plan."
Tom relented unhappily, "This isn't a good idea."
"If Starfleet figures out we're involved in this dad'll kill us."
"But he'll be just fine with us using his home as a hide out."
Moira smiled slightly, "Hopefully he'll never know about that."
* * * *
Kathleen pulled herself out of bed and placed another hypo to her neck. Starfleet Medical could cure billions of diseases, heal a broken leg in under two minutes but had yet to find a remedy for the common cold.
Coughing, she felt the hypo take effect, things came back into focus but her mind still felt clouded. Stopping in front of the mirror she grimaced. She looked horrid. Taking a dermal regenerator from her dresser she ran it over the red blotches on her face. She smiled when they disappeared. Not bad. She took out her round brush and pulled it through her chestnut, shoulder length hair, creating soft curls.
Everyone had complemented her on her new highlights. Her smile grew wider. People had been noticing her a lot more lately. She wished it were just because she looked so good with her new highlights.
But she knew the real reason.
Her sister hadn't been here to out shine her.
Her smile faded as she continued to examine her reflection. She was nothing compared to her sister.
Kathleen shook her head. No, that wasn't true. Moira may be beautiful but she'd turned out to be a failure, her father had told her so.
Kathleen went to her closet and pulled on a pair of black pants. She was feeling a little better and didn't want to spend the whole day indoors. She put on a silky lavender shirt that left her shoulders bare. The shirt was Moira's and not the prestigious JAG lawyer's usual style but she was sick of black shirts and blazers, she wasn't in the mood for a white blouse.
Kathleen left her room and headed down the bright corridor of her father's house. Reaching the door to the garage Moira narrowed her eyes.
The garage light was on, she could see the gold glow seeping through the seams of the door.
In all he life, her father had never forgotten to turn off a light.
Taking a step forward she could hear faint voices.
Picking up her father's phaser off the table in the entry way she headed back to the door.
Probably, her father had come home early with a friend of his.
Probably, but it didn't hurt to be safe.
* * * *
"Have I mentioned that this is a really bad idea?" Tom asked quietly as he leaned against Moira's ship.
Moira ignored him as she quickly shut and locked the garage door.
"Well, are you going to at least tell me what this is all about?" Tom asked impatiently.
Moira sighed, "How much do you know?"
"I know you stole something from a Romulan courier."
"Yes, a Romulan courier that I killed."
Tom gasped, "You killed him?"
Moira gave a rueful smile, "He pulled a gun out. We struggled and he was shot."
"Then what's the problem? It was self defense."
"Yes, unfortunately I it made the Romulans a little angry."
"Why? The Romulans care very little about their officers, they'd only care about what you took."
"He wasn't just any officer. He was the Empress's son. They'll be hunting me down. No matter what, they'll want me dead."
Tom groaned, "Maybe if you just give them what they want it will appease them."
Moira sighed. Remembering the 'past changer' and the miracle that it was that her brother was standing in front of her. She decided not to tell him that part of the story. He didn't need to know how close he had come to dying. How he had died.
"You wouldn't say that if you knew what I'd taken," she said at last.
"Then tell me!" he countered.
Just then the doors slide open. The eldest Paris child stood in the doorway holding a phaser aimed in front of her. Kathleen's eyes widened when she saw Tom, they narrowed again when they stopped on Moira.
Forgetting Tom's presence, Kathleen cried out in rage, "You! What are you doing here?"
Moira met her sister's gaze without flinching. She ignored the phaser aimed at her chest.
"My dear sister, you don't seem very happy to see us. Haven't you missed your prodigal siblings?"
Kathleen lowered the phaser, "I want you to leave."
"Both of us?" Moira asked mockingly. She knew Kathleen had always wanted to be close to Tom. "Or just me."
"Just you," Kathleen spat with undisguised vehemence.
"I'm not staying if Moira doesn't," Tom said quickly.
Kathleen pressed her lips into a thin line, "Well isn't that typical. The inseparable Paris kids. Moira and Tom. Well fine then. You can both leave."
Moira sighed and turned back to her ship. She knew her sister wouldn't help her. Especially not after their latest fight.
"Come on, Tom," Moira said, her voice prideful. "We'll find somewhere else to go."
To be continued. Please review and give me any advice on how you think I can make my story better. Thank You!
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By Sirap
"We've got to get out of here," Moira said abruptly.
"Why? It was self defense," Tom protested. "Starfleet will."
"Want an explanation," Moira interrupted. "And I can't give one to them. Please, I need you to trust me. We have to leave."
Tom reluctantly nodded and ran after Moira as she took off for her ship.
"You can still fly, right?" Moira asked teasingly as they entered her ship.
Tom's eyes brightened as he sat at the helm, "Do you really believe that I could ever forget?"
Moira laughed, "Just get us out of here."
"Yes ma'am, and our destination?"
"Take us to dad's."
Tom thought he had misheard her, "What?"
"We need to stay on Earth, no one should be home. We can park in the garage and think up a plan."
Tom relented unhappily, "This isn't a good idea."
"If Starfleet figures out we're involved in this dad'll kill us."
"But he'll be just fine with us using his home as a hide out."
Moira smiled slightly, "Hopefully he'll never know about that."
* * * *
Kathleen pulled herself out of bed and placed another hypo to her neck. Starfleet Medical could cure billions of diseases, heal a broken leg in under two minutes but had yet to find a remedy for the common cold.
Coughing, she felt the hypo take effect, things came back into focus but her mind still felt clouded. Stopping in front of the mirror she grimaced. She looked horrid. Taking a dermal regenerator from her dresser she ran it over the red blotches on her face. She smiled when they disappeared. Not bad. She took out her round brush and pulled it through her chestnut, shoulder length hair, creating soft curls.
Everyone had complemented her on her new highlights. Her smile grew wider. People had been noticing her a lot more lately. She wished it were just because she looked so good with her new highlights.
But she knew the real reason.
Her sister hadn't been here to out shine her.
Her smile faded as she continued to examine her reflection. She was nothing compared to her sister.
Kathleen shook her head. No, that wasn't true. Moira may be beautiful but she'd turned out to be a failure, her father had told her so.
Kathleen went to her closet and pulled on a pair of black pants. She was feeling a little better and didn't want to spend the whole day indoors. She put on a silky lavender shirt that left her shoulders bare. The shirt was Moira's and not the prestigious JAG lawyer's usual style but she was sick of black shirts and blazers, she wasn't in the mood for a white blouse.
Kathleen left her room and headed down the bright corridor of her father's house. Reaching the door to the garage Moira narrowed her eyes.
The garage light was on, she could see the gold glow seeping through the seams of the door.
In all he life, her father had never forgotten to turn off a light.
Taking a step forward she could hear faint voices.
Picking up her father's phaser off the table in the entry way she headed back to the door.
Probably, her father had come home early with a friend of his.
Probably, but it didn't hurt to be safe.
* * * *
"Have I mentioned that this is a really bad idea?" Tom asked quietly as he leaned against Moira's ship.
Moira ignored him as she quickly shut and locked the garage door.
"Well, are you going to at least tell me what this is all about?" Tom asked impatiently.
Moira sighed, "How much do you know?"
"I know you stole something from a Romulan courier."
"Yes, a Romulan courier that I killed."
Tom gasped, "You killed him?"
Moira gave a rueful smile, "He pulled a gun out. We struggled and he was shot."
"Then what's the problem? It was self defense."
"Yes, unfortunately I it made the Romulans a little angry."
"Why? The Romulans care very little about their officers, they'd only care about what you took."
"He wasn't just any officer. He was the Empress's son. They'll be hunting me down. No matter what, they'll want me dead."
Tom groaned, "Maybe if you just give them what they want it will appease them."
Moira sighed. Remembering the 'past changer' and the miracle that it was that her brother was standing in front of her. She decided not to tell him that part of the story. He didn't need to know how close he had come to dying. How he had died.
"You wouldn't say that if you knew what I'd taken," she said at last.
"Then tell me!" he countered.
Just then the doors slide open. The eldest Paris child stood in the doorway holding a phaser aimed in front of her. Kathleen's eyes widened when she saw Tom, they narrowed again when they stopped on Moira.
Forgetting Tom's presence, Kathleen cried out in rage, "You! What are you doing here?"
Moira met her sister's gaze without flinching. She ignored the phaser aimed at her chest.
"My dear sister, you don't seem very happy to see us. Haven't you missed your prodigal siblings?"
Kathleen lowered the phaser, "I want you to leave."
"Both of us?" Moira asked mockingly. She knew Kathleen had always wanted to be close to Tom. "Or just me."
"Just you," Kathleen spat with undisguised vehemence.
"I'm not staying if Moira doesn't," Tom said quickly.
Kathleen pressed her lips into a thin line, "Well isn't that typical. The inseparable Paris kids. Moira and Tom. Well fine then. You can both leave."
Moira sighed and turned back to her ship. She knew her sister wouldn't help her. Especially not after their latest fight.
"Come on, Tom," Moira said, her voice prideful. "We'll find somewhere else to go."
To be continued. Please review and give me any advice on how you think I can make my story better. Thank You!
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