"I Think I'll Keep You"

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Just then, Kathryn heard the familiar beeping noise at her door.

"Enter," she said with eager anticipation.

Jean-Luc stepped through the doors in his ordinary Starfleet uniform. His face was pale as a ghost and his hands were trembling.

"Jean-Luc, what's wrong?" Kathryn asked with concern, "And why are you wearing that uniform?"

"Kathryn, I have heard some very disturbing news," he said, trying to compose himself.

"What is it, Jean-Luc? Has the party been cancelled?" Though she tried to hide it, she was very agitated.

"No," he replied, "It's Data. He's back. And he's gone completely mad."

Captain Kathryn Janeway was horrified. "But Jean-Luc, I thought Data--"

"Yes yes, I know what you thought!" Jean-Luc snapped. "But he's back, dammit!"

A look of genuine concern and hurt crept across Kathryn's face.

Jean-Luc cast his eyes down. "I'm sorry. It's just..."

"I know how much Data meant to you, Jean-Luc. There's no need to apologize."

"Kathryn, there's something else... I believe that we all may be in even graver danger. It seems that Data is not alone."

Kathryn was alarmed.

Jean-Luc continued, "As best I can...piece together with all of the chaos that has been going on, Data was captured and reassembled somehow by members of the Dominion."

"The Dominion? How..."

"Yes. They're shape shifters, Kathryn. You've read all of the reports. You know what they're capable of. Two of them tried to kill me not more than an hour ago, along with their new, improved Data. Fortunately I had a phasor with me and I was able to kill them. But after I had done so, they shape shifted back into humans, in the form of Starfleet officers."

Kathryn shook her head. "This is all too much. It's like something out of a bad holonovel."

"I'm not lying damn you!" Jean-Luc roared. After seeing Kathryn recoil again, he collected himself. "I need you to know that I'm telling you the truth."

Kathryn was concerned yet again. "Jean-Luc, it's just...you sound so strange."

Just then, the doors of Janeway's quarters flew open. Five armed Starfleet security guards entered the room. One of them pointed his phasor rifle directly at the face of Jean-Luc Picard. "Captain, I am placing you under arrest."

"What is he being charged with?!" Kathryn demanded.

"The murder of two Starfleet security officers. Put down your weapons."

Jean-Luc ran around the desk and stood at Janeway's side. "Don't listen to them, Kathryn," he said quickly, "They're all shape shifters! Starfleet has been infiltrated!"

One of the other guards spoke. "He's had a breakdown, Admiral. He's lost his senses. Please, put down your weapons."

Kathryn Janeway looked at them all uncertainly.