Holby: the Next Generation.
A Holby & Star Trek crossover story
CHAPER TWO
Captains Log Stardate 47912.2:
Having completed our previous assignment, that of shepherding the Regent of Assillii to her marriage with the Tonga of a neighbouring planet without incident and 47 hours ahead of schedule, the Enterprise has just arrived at Starbase 14 for some much needed re-provisioning and a little R & R.
Looking unusually serious Deanna and Beverly walked into the traders small cave type shopping cabin, regarding the colourful wears on display with evident distaste and disdain. Of course it was all an act. Deanna had seen a brilliant multicoloured chiffon scarf which she thought would go wonderfully with the beach outfit she intended to wear at the officers planned party.
Crusher picked up a small roughly hewn pot, running her fingers across its carved surface. For all its crude appearance the little pot was quite exquisite, but Beverly returned the pot to the shelf and moved on. Deanna trailed her hands through a tub of sonic charm beads, their clear crystal colours changing from pink through to violet at they picked up on the empaths mood.
Crusher turned her attention to the small stack of holonovels, but quickly appeared to loose interest.
By the time Deanna looked towards the scarves, the shop keeper was almost ready to sell the two friends anything.
"How much are you looking for, for this?" Troi asked flicking one of the scarves lightly with one finger.
"If it pleases you my lady, four credits." the shopkeeper said with a small bow.
Troi sniffed. "Four credits. I wouldn't pay that for a genuine P'Targ dagger!"
"Did I say four gracious lady, what I meant is two credits."
Deanna raised an eyebrow, and fingered the luxuriously soft scarf.
"Don't over do it too much Deanna," Crusher urged coming to stand close to her friend.
Troi nodded. "I suppose you could twist my arm. I could be persuaded to take a couple, one for myself and one for my friend," Deanna smiled charmingly, "Three credits."
"Three credits? How am I supposed to make an honest.?"
Crusher tuned out the rest of the conversation as she continued to look round the shop. Exotic and some not quite exotic spices perfumed the air, jars, pots, bales of cloth, trinkets, pictures, sculptures and confectionery, the wares were all there, the same in every small trinket shop in the galaxy. The CMO stopped and barely drew a breath as she reached for a brightly wrapping object sitting right at the back of a shelf. Grasping the object carefully she drew it forward and looked at it in the dim light of the shop. Yes she was right it was a crème egg.
Feeling a quiver of excitement run through her body like quick silver, she took the egg to the front of the shop where Deanna was still haggling with the shopkeeper.
"How much do you want for this?" Crusher asked as casually as she could, interrupting them both.
The man barely looked at the egg. "Two credits," he snapped, his attention still very much focussed on Troi.
Beverly handed over the quarter bar of latinum, "Come on Deanna, we're leaving she said firmly, grabbing her friend by the upper arm. "We're late for our meeting with the captain."
"What meeting with the captain?" Deanna retorted crossly as Crusher pulled her outside. "We don't have a meeting with the captain."
Crusher showed her the egg. "We do know," she said grimly.
A Holby & Star Trek crossover story
CHAPER TWO
Captains Log Stardate 47912.2:
Having completed our previous assignment, that of shepherding the Regent of Assillii to her marriage with the Tonga of a neighbouring planet without incident and 47 hours ahead of schedule, the Enterprise has just arrived at Starbase 14 for some much needed re-provisioning and a little R & R.
Looking unusually serious Deanna and Beverly walked into the traders small cave type shopping cabin, regarding the colourful wears on display with evident distaste and disdain. Of course it was all an act. Deanna had seen a brilliant multicoloured chiffon scarf which she thought would go wonderfully with the beach outfit she intended to wear at the officers planned party.
Crusher picked up a small roughly hewn pot, running her fingers across its carved surface. For all its crude appearance the little pot was quite exquisite, but Beverly returned the pot to the shelf and moved on. Deanna trailed her hands through a tub of sonic charm beads, their clear crystal colours changing from pink through to violet at they picked up on the empaths mood.
Crusher turned her attention to the small stack of holonovels, but quickly appeared to loose interest.
By the time Deanna looked towards the scarves, the shop keeper was almost ready to sell the two friends anything.
"How much are you looking for, for this?" Troi asked flicking one of the scarves lightly with one finger.
"If it pleases you my lady, four credits." the shopkeeper said with a small bow.
Troi sniffed. "Four credits. I wouldn't pay that for a genuine P'Targ dagger!"
"Did I say four gracious lady, what I meant is two credits."
Deanna raised an eyebrow, and fingered the luxuriously soft scarf.
"Don't over do it too much Deanna," Crusher urged coming to stand close to her friend.
Troi nodded. "I suppose you could twist my arm. I could be persuaded to take a couple, one for myself and one for my friend," Deanna smiled charmingly, "Three credits."
"Three credits? How am I supposed to make an honest.?"
Crusher tuned out the rest of the conversation as she continued to look round the shop. Exotic and some not quite exotic spices perfumed the air, jars, pots, bales of cloth, trinkets, pictures, sculptures and confectionery, the wares were all there, the same in every small trinket shop in the galaxy. The CMO stopped and barely drew a breath as she reached for a brightly wrapping object sitting right at the back of a shelf. Grasping the object carefully she drew it forward and looked at it in the dim light of the shop. Yes she was right it was a crème egg.
Feeling a quiver of excitement run through her body like quick silver, she took the egg to the front of the shop where Deanna was still haggling with the shopkeeper.
"How much do you want for this?" Crusher asked as casually as she could, interrupting them both.
The man barely looked at the egg. "Two credits," he snapped, his attention still very much focussed on Troi.
Beverly handed over the quarter bar of latinum, "Come on Deanna, we're leaving she said firmly, grabbing her friend by the upper arm. "We're late for our meeting with the captain."
"What meeting with the captain?" Deanna retorted crossly as Crusher pulled her outside. "We don't have a meeting with the captain."
Crusher showed her the egg. "We do know," she said grimly.