The Favor
The following story line is mine. Don't try to copy it cause I'll get mad
In a like vain, Star Trek The Next Generation and all characters are the sole property of someone other than me.
Jean-Luc sat up. He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again, trying to clear the sleep from his vision. Something wasn't right. He could feel it. It had woken him.
Beverly sat up straight in bed. She brushed a lock of red hair out of her face.
"What is it?" she asked.
"I don't know yet" he answered. Then the floor and ceiling and walls shook, the view out the window shifting slightly. Sirens started blaring and red lights along the cieling started blinking.
"Captain, report to the bridge, immediately!" Data's voice demanded over the com.
"On my way!" Jean-Luc shouted back and though to grab a shirt before dashing out of his quarters, down the hall and into the turbo lift. He was thankful to whichever engineer, hundreds of years ago, was smart enough to put the Captain's quarters near the Bridge, in the case he would need to get there quickly in an emergency. As he spilled out of the turbolift, his shirt over his night clothes, the ship rocked again under a barrage.
"Data! What the hell is going on!" he demanded as he made his way down to his chair, which Data was vacating. He saw Will stagger out of the turbolift at the other side of the bridge.
"The Cardassians are attacking us, sir" Data reported. Jean-Luc frowned.
"On screen!" he ordered, taking his seat. He felt a little ridiculous, being on the bridge in his night clothes, but there was nothing for it. The Cardassian ship appeared on the forward screen just as two yellow beams left her weapons turrets. Jean-Luc instinctively gripped his chair just as the ship rocked again. Will fell into his seat.
"Shields?" his first officer called for a report.
"Down to fifty percent, sir!" Data reported, at his own station.
"Data, return fire, aim only at their weapons turrets!" Jean-Luc ordered. He did not know what had brought about this sudden attack, but he did not want to completely ruin everything he had built.
"Spock to Captain Picard" the Vulcan's calm voice reached over the com system, "What is happening, Captain?"
"We seem to be under attack from the Cardassians, Ambassador Spock" Jean-Luc replied.
"Why?" Spock asked.
"I have not yet determined that, Ambassador" Jean-Luc answered. The ship rocked again.
"Shields down to 48 percent, Captain" Data reported automatically.
"Jean-Luc, what in the world is going on up there?" Lwaxana's voice rang over the com.
"We're under attack, Lwaxana!" Jean-Luc was beginning to get irritated with all of these interruptions.
"What?!" Lwaxana shouted back. Jean-Luc didn't bother answering.
"The Cardassians are powering down their weapons, sir" Data reported. Jean-Luc and Will both twisted about in their chairs to stare at the man. He simply looked back.
"Open a channel, Mr. Data!" Jean-Luc ordered, completely forgetting that he was not in uniform. Dar'Kon, Nar'Lan and, apparently being held in custody behind them, Karchock, appeared on the screen.
"Captain, please, accept my apologies" Dar'kon stated immediately, "We have caught Karchock firing upon you"
"Karchock?" Jean-Luc repeated, somewhat surprised.
"We have not yet been able to determine his motive, Captain" Nar'Lan answered, "We will hold him in custody, as well as his sister. You are welcome to attend the interrogation, if you would like"
"I'm sure that you will be able to take care of this matter" Jean-Luc replied, "However, I do have one thought"
"Yes?" Dar'kon asked, much more amiable than he had ever been before.
"Might not Karchock be my daughter's attacker?" Dar'Kon gave Nar'Lan a swift look. He clearly had not thought of that yet.
"We will check his quarters for evidence, Captain" Nar'Lan assured him, "Nar'Lan, out" And the image of her ship replaced the image of her. Jean-Luc heaved a sigh of relief.
And then the Klingons burst onto the bridge.
"What is going on, Captain?!" Worf demanded. He had taken the time to get dressed, apparently. Or perhaps he slept in his ceremonial garb?
"The young Cardassian, Karchock, apparently seized control of the Cardassian ship and fired on us" Jean-Luc replied evenly, now that the whole mess was over, "He's been taken into custody"
"By who?" Ka'lar asked suspiciously.
"By the Cardassians" Jean-Luc replied.
"It is a trick!" Worf exclaimed. Did the man see conspiracies in everything? Jean-Luc did not feel like dealing with his claims and accusations.
"They have invited us to be part of the interrogation" Jean-Luc admitted, "Would you prefer I attend?"
"Yes" Worf answered savagely. Ka'lar looked like she was in complete agreement.
"Very well" He turned back towards the screen to ask Data to open the channel again, but Data beat him to it.
"Captain, the Cardassians are hailing us"
"Open channel"
"Captain. We did not find any evidence of the Ogowdian virus in Karchock's quarters" Nar'Lan reported, "However, we have found an antidote, in Sarkon's quarters" Jean-Luc nodded.
"Under the circumstances" and he refused to glance at the two waiting Klingons, "I would like to be present for their interrogation"
"Of course" Nar'Lan nodded, "You may beam over at your convenience. We will beam the antidote to your doctor so that she may administer it immediately" Jean-Luc was about to say something about holding a trial in the middle of the night, but decided against it.
"Thank you. I will be there shortly" he replied without a smile. There was too much going on here.
Still, ten minutes later, fully dressed and pressed, Jean-Luc watched as Beverly administered the antidote found in Sarkon's quarters. Raylyn's eyelids fluttered immediately. Will was clutching her hand and, indeed, the entire family had gathered.
"It's working" Deanna said softly, though there was little outward evidence yet.
"Raylyn, can you hear me?" Beverly asked, slightly bent over the woman.
/Imzadi?/
/Here/
"Papa? Will?"
"I'm here Ray" Will said softly, brushing her forehead tenderly. Jean- Luc recalled the incident he had overheard in sickbay.
"So am I, Cherie" Jean-Luc told her. She opened her eyes slowly.
"I seem to have an audience" she commented, and then coughed.
"Who could resist watching Snow White sleep?" Will joked.
"And who kissed me to wake me up?" Raylyn asked, in all seriousness, "There aren't any Prince Charmings on this ship that I know of" Everyone smiled. Raylyn was going to be all right.
"I have to go" Jean-Luc told her gently, "I have to go see the Cardassians" Raylyn nodded her understanding.
"Data" Jean-Luc beckoned his eldest to follow. They were aboard the dark Cardassian ship a few moments later.
"This way, sirs" an officer showed them the way to what was apparently the Cardassian brig. Jean-Luc was very glad he was not a prisoner there.
"Captain, we were just about to start" Dar'Kon said when they'd entered. Jean-Luc nodded. Data pulled his tricorder out to do a standard scan of the prisoner.
"Captain!" he exclaimed softly. Karchock was being brought out of his cell to sit in a chair in the middle of the room.
"What is it, Data?" Jean-Luc asked.
"That man is not a Cardassian"
AN: Dun dun dun!
The following story line is mine. Don't try to copy it cause I'll get mad
In a like vain, Star Trek The Next Generation and all characters are the sole property of someone other than me.
Jean-Luc sat up. He squeezed his eyes shut and opened them again, trying to clear the sleep from his vision. Something wasn't right. He could feel it. It had woken him.
Beverly sat up straight in bed. She brushed a lock of red hair out of her face.
"What is it?" she asked.
"I don't know yet" he answered. Then the floor and ceiling and walls shook, the view out the window shifting slightly. Sirens started blaring and red lights along the cieling started blinking.
"Captain, report to the bridge, immediately!" Data's voice demanded over the com.
"On my way!" Jean-Luc shouted back and though to grab a shirt before dashing out of his quarters, down the hall and into the turbo lift. He was thankful to whichever engineer, hundreds of years ago, was smart enough to put the Captain's quarters near the Bridge, in the case he would need to get there quickly in an emergency. As he spilled out of the turbolift, his shirt over his night clothes, the ship rocked again under a barrage.
"Data! What the hell is going on!" he demanded as he made his way down to his chair, which Data was vacating. He saw Will stagger out of the turbolift at the other side of the bridge.
"The Cardassians are attacking us, sir" Data reported. Jean-Luc frowned.
"On screen!" he ordered, taking his seat. He felt a little ridiculous, being on the bridge in his night clothes, but there was nothing for it. The Cardassian ship appeared on the forward screen just as two yellow beams left her weapons turrets. Jean-Luc instinctively gripped his chair just as the ship rocked again. Will fell into his seat.
"Shields?" his first officer called for a report.
"Down to fifty percent, sir!" Data reported, at his own station.
"Data, return fire, aim only at their weapons turrets!" Jean-Luc ordered. He did not know what had brought about this sudden attack, but he did not want to completely ruin everything he had built.
"Spock to Captain Picard" the Vulcan's calm voice reached over the com system, "What is happening, Captain?"
"We seem to be under attack from the Cardassians, Ambassador Spock" Jean-Luc replied.
"Why?" Spock asked.
"I have not yet determined that, Ambassador" Jean-Luc answered. The ship rocked again.
"Shields down to 48 percent, Captain" Data reported automatically.
"Jean-Luc, what in the world is going on up there?" Lwaxana's voice rang over the com.
"We're under attack, Lwaxana!" Jean-Luc was beginning to get irritated with all of these interruptions.
"What?!" Lwaxana shouted back. Jean-Luc didn't bother answering.
"The Cardassians are powering down their weapons, sir" Data reported. Jean-Luc and Will both twisted about in their chairs to stare at the man. He simply looked back.
"Open a channel, Mr. Data!" Jean-Luc ordered, completely forgetting that he was not in uniform. Dar'Kon, Nar'Lan and, apparently being held in custody behind them, Karchock, appeared on the screen.
"Captain, please, accept my apologies" Dar'kon stated immediately, "We have caught Karchock firing upon you"
"Karchock?" Jean-Luc repeated, somewhat surprised.
"We have not yet been able to determine his motive, Captain" Nar'Lan answered, "We will hold him in custody, as well as his sister. You are welcome to attend the interrogation, if you would like"
"I'm sure that you will be able to take care of this matter" Jean-Luc replied, "However, I do have one thought"
"Yes?" Dar'kon asked, much more amiable than he had ever been before.
"Might not Karchock be my daughter's attacker?" Dar'Kon gave Nar'Lan a swift look. He clearly had not thought of that yet.
"We will check his quarters for evidence, Captain" Nar'Lan assured him, "Nar'Lan, out" And the image of her ship replaced the image of her. Jean-Luc heaved a sigh of relief.
And then the Klingons burst onto the bridge.
"What is going on, Captain?!" Worf demanded. He had taken the time to get dressed, apparently. Or perhaps he slept in his ceremonial garb?
"The young Cardassian, Karchock, apparently seized control of the Cardassian ship and fired on us" Jean-Luc replied evenly, now that the whole mess was over, "He's been taken into custody"
"By who?" Ka'lar asked suspiciously.
"By the Cardassians" Jean-Luc replied.
"It is a trick!" Worf exclaimed. Did the man see conspiracies in everything? Jean-Luc did not feel like dealing with his claims and accusations.
"They have invited us to be part of the interrogation" Jean-Luc admitted, "Would you prefer I attend?"
"Yes" Worf answered savagely. Ka'lar looked like she was in complete agreement.
"Very well" He turned back towards the screen to ask Data to open the channel again, but Data beat him to it.
"Captain, the Cardassians are hailing us"
"Open channel"
"Captain. We did not find any evidence of the Ogowdian virus in Karchock's quarters" Nar'Lan reported, "However, we have found an antidote, in Sarkon's quarters" Jean-Luc nodded.
"Under the circumstances" and he refused to glance at the two waiting Klingons, "I would like to be present for their interrogation"
"Of course" Nar'Lan nodded, "You may beam over at your convenience. We will beam the antidote to your doctor so that she may administer it immediately" Jean-Luc was about to say something about holding a trial in the middle of the night, but decided against it.
"Thank you. I will be there shortly" he replied without a smile. There was too much going on here.
Still, ten minutes later, fully dressed and pressed, Jean-Luc watched as Beverly administered the antidote found in Sarkon's quarters. Raylyn's eyelids fluttered immediately. Will was clutching her hand and, indeed, the entire family had gathered.
"It's working" Deanna said softly, though there was little outward evidence yet.
"Raylyn, can you hear me?" Beverly asked, slightly bent over the woman.
/Imzadi?/
/Here/
"Papa? Will?"
"I'm here Ray" Will said softly, brushing her forehead tenderly. Jean- Luc recalled the incident he had overheard in sickbay.
"So am I, Cherie" Jean-Luc told her. She opened her eyes slowly.
"I seem to have an audience" she commented, and then coughed.
"Who could resist watching Snow White sleep?" Will joked.
"And who kissed me to wake me up?" Raylyn asked, in all seriousness, "There aren't any Prince Charmings on this ship that I know of" Everyone smiled. Raylyn was going to be all right.
"I have to go" Jean-Luc told her gently, "I have to go see the Cardassians" Raylyn nodded her understanding.
"Data" Jean-Luc beckoned his eldest to follow. They were aboard the dark Cardassian ship a few moments later.
"This way, sirs" an officer showed them the way to what was apparently the Cardassian brig. Jean-Luc was very glad he was not a prisoner there.
"Captain, we were just about to start" Dar'Kon said when they'd entered. Jean-Luc nodded. Data pulled his tricorder out to do a standard scan of the prisoner.
"Captain!" he exclaimed softly. Karchock was being brought out of his cell to sit in a chair in the middle of the room.
"What is it, Data?" Jean-Luc asked.
"That man is not a Cardassian"
AN: Dun dun dun!