Disclaimer: I don't own Star Trek or The Phantom of the Opera. I am simply
placing one of my own characters into the Star Trek and Phantom universes.
T'Maeve is the only one I own in this story. If you wish to use her in a
story of your own, please e-mail me.
Summery: I know it's been done before, but here's a twist: a Vulcan/Betazoid/Human woman enters the universe of Phantom of the Opera, and has to figure out why she's there. Erik discovers there can be someone else besides his love of Christine in his life-someone possibly better then Christine. I will draw from the musical for the most part, (by Andrew Lloyd Webber) and a little from the novels by Gaston Leroux and Susan Kay for my portrayal of Erik, and for the setting that T'Maeve enters. This story is set right before Christine gets the lead role, and before Raoul sees Christine, but Christine is getting her "lessons" from Erik. In the Star Trek Universe, this takes place right before the episode "Descent I" for The Next Generation.
Crossed Universes
Prologue: Dreams and Travel Plans
T'Maeve sat bolt upright in her bed, the warmth of her cabin lending to the sheen of sweat on her forehead. Ugh, I hate that dream. I don't need to be reminded of my former husband, and that horrid 'wedding.'
She got up, knowing after that dream she would not fall asleep again, and looked over her luggage. She was planning to visit her mother and brother on Vulcan in four days, and was already packed. With a diplomatic mission only a day away, she knew that she would have no time to pack beforehand.
T'Maeve then looked at her face in the mirror, her pointed ears flushed green with anger at the dream, her dark red hair in thick curls, and her almost black eyes showing her Betazoid heritage, but with a tinge of warm green from the Human blood mixed in with her Betazoid side. Her skin was almost white, despite her time living on Vulcan, but that came from her Betazoid father. She missed him, but being not of a long life span, he had died some ten years before, her step brother (her father's son from a previous marriage) following a few years later. This now left T'Maeve, her mother T'Pol, and her stepbrother Sendet.
She took a hairbrush and looked up to the ceiling. "Computer, "Phantom of the Opera," 'The Music of the Night' track." The computer made a soft sound, and then the words of the Phantom filled her quarters. T'Maeve smiled, and went about getting ready for her day.
Q looked down upon the Enterprise-D and smiled. No, he wasn't here to bother poor Jean-Luc. Rather, he was here to replay a debt he owed to a certain redheaded Vulcan. He grinned that his plan may not make her too happy at first, but after time, she would appreciate what he was giving her- - a chance to love again.
As he sat there in nothingness, another flash appeared. "Ah, Amanda, my dear. What brings you here?" Amanda, smiling softly, came over and looked at what Q was looking at.
"Ah. T'Maeve. Thinking of finally repaying her for all she did for you when you lost your powers?" Amanda and T'Maeve had become friends during Amanda's time on the Enterprise.
Q nodded. "Yes, as you have said on many occasions. It's time I replay her. I repaid my dear teacher of the Humanities, but now it's his sister's turn. You agree?"
"Yes! Give her-and him- the chance they both want. Just make sure that the universe you find the Phantom in is not one that will have Starfleet show up later."
Q took a hand to his heart in an over exaggeration of shock. "Moi? My dear girl, you still act like you are trying to get into Starfleet." He laughed. "No, having T'Maeve be hindered by the silly 'Prime Directive' is a waste of time. No, she will not have that hanging over her head."
Amanda smiled. "Then, let the game begin." She flashed away, and Q soon followed, smiling to himself.
Let the dream descend,...
Chapter 1: Arrivals
Erik sat, watching the scene below him. He had to hold in a laugh, as Carlotta sang like a dying cow. He shook his head, wondering where the managers had gotten this pitiful excuse of a singer. How dare they, in my opera house?
The opera was under new management, and Erik was already very displeased with the attitudes that M. Richard and M. Moncharmin were displaying towards him. Renting out Box 5, his box!! He trembled with rage, as he looked down at the said new managers. His hands tightened into fists, and he was off, a swirl of black as he went down one of his many trap doors and back to his home. He knew he would deal with these fools very soon.
T'Maeve handed the hypo spanner back to Geordi and crawled out of the Jeffries tube back into Main Engineering. She had been helping Cmdr. LaForge for over 4 hours now, and they still weren't anywhere near a solution to the problem.
"Geordi, I can't find the problem anywhere! It's not in one of the warp conduits, or in any of the conduits at all. I can only assume that the problem lays within the drive itself."
Geordi rubbed his head, feeling an even larger headache coming on then what his VISOR gave him. "That means we get to take the crystals out and see if re-aligning them will take care of the problem. We're late to that diplomatic mission to Irriandus IV as it is."
T'Maeve raised her left eyebrow, in typical Vulcan fashion. "But, Geordi. Jean-Luc has no wish to go to the dinner that will be held as soon as we arrive. He hates the fact Starfleet is blowing this whole mission out of proportion. So the more we delay, the happier he will be." She grinned, and Geordi laughed.
"True. But these are my engines. And I want to make sure they are in perfect working order."
T'Maeve nodded, still grinning, and followed Geordi to the warp drive. Lt. Cmdr. Data was already waiting for them.
"Data, I thought you were up on the bridge for this evenings watch?" T'Maeve looked at her 'brother' a bit confused.
"I was called by Geordi to help in correcting the problem that is causing the warp engines to not function. And to ask if you would like to join me in playing in the evenings performance tomorrow night." As he said this, he knelt down to help T'Maeve get some equipment out of the case she was lugging around.
"Of course! Shall I be playing violin or will you? Or both of us?" T'Maeve's eyes were glittering at the thought of performing again, as she loved to do.
"Both of us. I was considering the piece you wrote, as your tribute to "The Phantom of the Opera." I feel two violin parts will compliment each other."
T'Maeve grinned. "Perfect!! Ah, "Music of the Night." I can't wait to perform it. What time is the performance starting?"
"At 1900 hours. I can meet in your quarters to practice, or you can meet in mine."
"I'll meet in yours. Gives me the chance to play with and pamper Spot." She grinned, knowing Data was still trying to train Spot, and T'Maeve never made that training easy.
Geordi laughed from his consol at the two of them. "Maeve, I would think Data would rather you would just say hello to Spot. After you get done 'playing' with her, she never listens to Data's commands." Data looked back at Geordi and cocked his head. "But Geordi, she has never listened to my commands."
T'Maeve bust up laughing, and she sat down hard on the floor holding her sides. "You two!! You'll send me to an early grave with the humor you inspire!" Data gave her an alarmed look, but realized that she was joking. His eyes looked at her calmly, and she gave him a pat on his back. "But, that's why you are like a brother to me. Both of you." She got up, and headed back to another Jeffries tube. "I'm going to check up on something, I'll be right back."
"Just don't fall into a black hole!" Geordi called, teasing her. T'Maeve always had a habit of getting into odd situations, like getting stuck in the Jeffries tube that one time.
"Ha, ha. Very funny." T'Maeve just smiled and hopped into the tube head first, and poked around. No problems in the conduits here, and she made to slide out- -
And landed in a dark tunnel, her luggage from her quarters (the luggage she had packed to take home with her in a few days) sitting by her side. She jumped, and looked around. The tunnel was almost too dark, but a bit of light came from a few torches set into the walls further on down. The air smelled damp, and she could hear someone singing-badly, from what she could tell, far above her.
Where the heck am I? She took out her tricorder, and checked her luggage, and was pleased to know it was at it seemed, but it wasn't a holodeck creation. "OK, I'm not on the holodeck, so where else can I be?" She scanned the wall, where she thought the Jeffries tube was, and found only stone. She continued to scan the stone, and the tricorder came back with a very odd date: 1881. She blinked and then thought to cast her mind out to scan the people above her.
It was at these times she was thankful for her Betazoid and Vulcan blood, for it made her telepathic abilities unique to Vulcans and Betazoids alike. As she moved her shields down, she started to look for certain people. She was too surprised by what she found.
OK, we have the great diva Carlotta, from the thoughts going through her mind, now Mme. Giry, trying to calm the ballet girls down, the managers, it seems by their thoughts. But the real test. She 'looked' farther down, down the hall she stood in and 'listened' for the distinct thoughts that would identify the one person whose existence would prove the theory forming in her mind. She found it, in the jumble of anger and joy over a piece of music.
Erik. The Phantom of the Opera. T'Maeve pulled back slowly from his mind, wondering what piece of music he was working on to calm himself down from what felt like an insult he had suffered. Probably wondering why the new managers are acting like idiots, she surmised. Having read all the novels she could get her hands on, she had a clear idea what the managers had done to upset Erik so much. She didn't want to pull away though, as his mind was a beautiful thing to her. A blend of logic and passion, and tempered with all he had gone through in his life. I know how you feel Erik. I know how it is to be shunned because of your looks, or in my case blood. We're in the same boat, as the Humans like to say.
She took in a breath, and could just now, with her Vulcan hearing, make out the music Erik was creating. She sighed. This was a dream come true, but now she had a larger problem.
What was she to do now?
Hope you like it. The sequel to my story, "My Inner Life" is on hold due to a sever case of writer's block. If you have any ideas for what I should do for a sequel please let me know.
Will be continued in Chapter 2: Revelations from Q.
Summery: I know it's been done before, but here's a twist: a Vulcan/Betazoid/Human woman enters the universe of Phantom of the Opera, and has to figure out why she's there. Erik discovers there can be someone else besides his love of Christine in his life-someone possibly better then Christine. I will draw from the musical for the most part, (by Andrew Lloyd Webber) and a little from the novels by Gaston Leroux and Susan Kay for my portrayal of Erik, and for the setting that T'Maeve enters. This story is set right before Christine gets the lead role, and before Raoul sees Christine, but Christine is getting her "lessons" from Erik. In the Star Trek Universe, this takes place right before the episode "Descent I" for The Next Generation.
Crossed Universes
Prologue: Dreams and Travel Plans
T'Maeve sat bolt upright in her bed, the warmth of her cabin lending to the sheen of sweat on her forehead. Ugh, I hate that dream. I don't need to be reminded of my former husband, and that horrid 'wedding.'
She got up, knowing after that dream she would not fall asleep again, and looked over her luggage. She was planning to visit her mother and brother on Vulcan in four days, and was already packed. With a diplomatic mission only a day away, she knew that she would have no time to pack beforehand.
T'Maeve then looked at her face in the mirror, her pointed ears flushed green with anger at the dream, her dark red hair in thick curls, and her almost black eyes showing her Betazoid heritage, but with a tinge of warm green from the Human blood mixed in with her Betazoid side. Her skin was almost white, despite her time living on Vulcan, but that came from her Betazoid father. She missed him, but being not of a long life span, he had died some ten years before, her step brother (her father's son from a previous marriage) following a few years later. This now left T'Maeve, her mother T'Pol, and her stepbrother Sendet.
She took a hairbrush and looked up to the ceiling. "Computer, "Phantom of the Opera," 'The Music of the Night' track." The computer made a soft sound, and then the words of the Phantom filled her quarters. T'Maeve smiled, and went about getting ready for her day.
Q looked down upon the Enterprise-D and smiled. No, he wasn't here to bother poor Jean-Luc. Rather, he was here to replay a debt he owed to a certain redheaded Vulcan. He grinned that his plan may not make her too happy at first, but after time, she would appreciate what he was giving her- - a chance to love again.
As he sat there in nothingness, another flash appeared. "Ah, Amanda, my dear. What brings you here?" Amanda, smiling softly, came over and looked at what Q was looking at.
"Ah. T'Maeve. Thinking of finally repaying her for all she did for you when you lost your powers?" Amanda and T'Maeve had become friends during Amanda's time on the Enterprise.
Q nodded. "Yes, as you have said on many occasions. It's time I replay her. I repaid my dear teacher of the Humanities, but now it's his sister's turn. You agree?"
"Yes! Give her-and him- the chance they both want. Just make sure that the universe you find the Phantom in is not one that will have Starfleet show up later."
Q took a hand to his heart in an over exaggeration of shock. "Moi? My dear girl, you still act like you are trying to get into Starfleet." He laughed. "No, having T'Maeve be hindered by the silly 'Prime Directive' is a waste of time. No, she will not have that hanging over her head."
Amanda smiled. "Then, let the game begin." She flashed away, and Q soon followed, smiling to himself.
Let the dream descend,...
Chapter 1: Arrivals
Erik sat, watching the scene below him. He had to hold in a laugh, as Carlotta sang like a dying cow. He shook his head, wondering where the managers had gotten this pitiful excuse of a singer. How dare they, in my opera house?
The opera was under new management, and Erik was already very displeased with the attitudes that M. Richard and M. Moncharmin were displaying towards him. Renting out Box 5, his box!! He trembled with rage, as he looked down at the said new managers. His hands tightened into fists, and he was off, a swirl of black as he went down one of his many trap doors and back to his home. He knew he would deal with these fools very soon.
T'Maeve handed the hypo spanner back to Geordi and crawled out of the Jeffries tube back into Main Engineering. She had been helping Cmdr. LaForge for over 4 hours now, and they still weren't anywhere near a solution to the problem.
"Geordi, I can't find the problem anywhere! It's not in one of the warp conduits, or in any of the conduits at all. I can only assume that the problem lays within the drive itself."
Geordi rubbed his head, feeling an even larger headache coming on then what his VISOR gave him. "That means we get to take the crystals out and see if re-aligning them will take care of the problem. We're late to that diplomatic mission to Irriandus IV as it is."
T'Maeve raised her left eyebrow, in typical Vulcan fashion. "But, Geordi. Jean-Luc has no wish to go to the dinner that will be held as soon as we arrive. He hates the fact Starfleet is blowing this whole mission out of proportion. So the more we delay, the happier he will be." She grinned, and Geordi laughed.
"True. But these are my engines. And I want to make sure they are in perfect working order."
T'Maeve nodded, still grinning, and followed Geordi to the warp drive. Lt. Cmdr. Data was already waiting for them.
"Data, I thought you were up on the bridge for this evenings watch?" T'Maeve looked at her 'brother' a bit confused.
"I was called by Geordi to help in correcting the problem that is causing the warp engines to not function. And to ask if you would like to join me in playing in the evenings performance tomorrow night." As he said this, he knelt down to help T'Maeve get some equipment out of the case she was lugging around.
"Of course! Shall I be playing violin or will you? Or both of us?" T'Maeve's eyes were glittering at the thought of performing again, as she loved to do.
"Both of us. I was considering the piece you wrote, as your tribute to "The Phantom of the Opera." I feel two violin parts will compliment each other."
T'Maeve grinned. "Perfect!! Ah, "Music of the Night." I can't wait to perform it. What time is the performance starting?"
"At 1900 hours. I can meet in your quarters to practice, or you can meet in mine."
"I'll meet in yours. Gives me the chance to play with and pamper Spot." She grinned, knowing Data was still trying to train Spot, and T'Maeve never made that training easy.
Geordi laughed from his consol at the two of them. "Maeve, I would think Data would rather you would just say hello to Spot. After you get done 'playing' with her, she never listens to Data's commands." Data looked back at Geordi and cocked his head. "But Geordi, she has never listened to my commands."
T'Maeve bust up laughing, and she sat down hard on the floor holding her sides. "You two!! You'll send me to an early grave with the humor you inspire!" Data gave her an alarmed look, but realized that she was joking. His eyes looked at her calmly, and she gave him a pat on his back. "But, that's why you are like a brother to me. Both of you." She got up, and headed back to another Jeffries tube. "I'm going to check up on something, I'll be right back."
"Just don't fall into a black hole!" Geordi called, teasing her. T'Maeve always had a habit of getting into odd situations, like getting stuck in the Jeffries tube that one time.
"Ha, ha. Very funny." T'Maeve just smiled and hopped into the tube head first, and poked around. No problems in the conduits here, and she made to slide out- -
And landed in a dark tunnel, her luggage from her quarters (the luggage she had packed to take home with her in a few days) sitting by her side. She jumped, and looked around. The tunnel was almost too dark, but a bit of light came from a few torches set into the walls further on down. The air smelled damp, and she could hear someone singing-badly, from what she could tell, far above her.
Where the heck am I? She took out her tricorder, and checked her luggage, and was pleased to know it was at it seemed, but it wasn't a holodeck creation. "OK, I'm not on the holodeck, so where else can I be?" She scanned the wall, where she thought the Jeffries tube was, and found only stone. She continued to scan the stone, and the tricorder came back with a very odd date: 1881. She blinked and then thought to cast her mind out to scan the people above her.
It was at these times she was thankful for her Betazoid and Vulcan blood, for it made her telepathic abilities unique to Vulcans and Betazoids alike. As she moved her shields down, she started to look for certain people. She was too surprised by what she found.
OK, we have the great diva Carlotta, from the thoughts going through her mind, now Mme. Giry, trying to calm the ballet girls down, the managers, it seems by their thoughts. But the real test. She 'looked' farther down, down the hall she stood in and 'listened' for the distinct thoughts that would identify the one person whose existence would prove the theory forming in her mind. She found it, in the jumble of anger and joy over a piece of music.
Erik. The Phantom of the Opera. T'Maeve pulled back slowly from his mind, wondering what piece of music he was working on to calm himself down from what felt like an insult he had suffered. Probably wondering why the new managers are acting like idiots, she surmised. Having read all the novels she could get her hands on, she had a clear idea what the managers had done to upset Erik so much. She didn't want to pull away though, as his mind was a beautiful thing to her. A blend of logic and passion, and tempered with all he had gone through in his life. I know how you feel Erik. I know how it is to be shunned because of your looks, or in my case blood. We're in the same boat, as the Humans like to say.
She took in a breath, and could just now, with her Vulcan hearing, make out the music Erik was creating. She sighed. This was a dream come true, but now she had a larger problem.
What was she to do now?
Hope you like it. The sequel to my story, "My Inner Life" is on hold due to a sever case of writer's block. If you have any ideas for what I should do for a sequel please let me know.
Will be continued in Chapter 2: Revelations from Q.