Disclaimer: In the end... my only friend, the end... Huh? Oh, yeah. I don't own Star Trek or related stuff. Tavia owns Jones. I don't own The End. I own TUBA, who's not in this particular story anymore, and I also own myself. Emp owns Emp. Uh... I own Boomy. Emp owns... nothing else. Tavia owns... nothing else. Paramount owns a hell of a lot. The Doors own just as much. Am I missing anything?
A/N: The real end. To Star Trekking for the Holy Grail. That's all that this ends; in the larger sense, this is only the beginning... And enough cryptic warnings; I'll tell you nice people what I mean at the end of the chapter. This is coming out so late because I've been waiting for a responce from you about killing Spock. So far it's been kind of disappointing, but I'll move on anyways.
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"I'm a what?" Kirk asked, understandably confused. Then he noticed the glowing around him, and looks of awe Emp and I were giving him. Not because he was Jim Kirk, of course, but because he was a muse.
My eyes were extremely wide, and when I looked away, I was cursing myself. "All this time... Underneath my nose... All this time..." I mumbled to myself, in a state of shock.
Around that time, Emp realized what had just happened. "Did TUBA just kill...?"
"Yes." I said, nodding.
Her eyes widened. "That bastard!" Then she thought more. "Hey! Did Kirk just beat up...?"
"Yes." I said again, still nodding.
Her eyes widened more. "But then that means that he's...?"
I continued nodding.
If I had thought her eyes couldn't get any wider, I was wrong. They could, and they did. Much wider. I noted with amused interest her bulging eyes as she threw herself at Kirk's feet, shouting. "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I SWEAR, I'LL NEVER HURT YOU OR ANY REDSHIRTS OR MCCOY OR SPOCK OR SULU OR CHEKOV OR PICARD... well, maybe Picard, but I'M SERIOUS ABOUT ALL THE OTHER STUFF! JUST DON'T KILL ME!"
Kirk, now understandably frightened, backed away, not even trying to play it smooth. I mean, if I had had her do that to me I'd be really freaking scared, too. Who wouldn't? Anyways, to the story.
"Uh... what are you talking about? What does it mean that I'm a muse? What IS a muse?!" He looked at Boomy, Emp, and me each in turn, very frightened about the state of glowingness, and the begging of Emp.
"A muse is the most powerful being in the entire Dimension of the Authors." I said, neither my voice nor my face betraying any emotion.
"They also have Godly powers in every dimension, save perhaps our home Dimension." Emp chimed in. "The dimension where all authors are born."
Boomy looked at Kirk. "They are more powerful than even the Guardians, such as myself. I am the most powerful of the Guardians; their leader. I could fight a muse and live..." He sighed. "And then I lost to The Bane. He didn't get the jump on me; I was meditating, and he walked up to me. We battled for days that seemed to stretch into months; perhaps they did. But he had the upperhand throughout the battle. It was simply a matter of depriving me of all my energy, so that I could not fight back as he sealed my body away."
He looked Kirk in the eye. "I recognize the muse inside of you... but I do not know how. A Muse... cannot be a character. It does not seem possible."
"It is possible, though." I said. "Obviously. And it makes perfect sense."
"What?" Everyone asked at once. Except Emp, who realize what I was saying.
"How do you explain how he always bluffed, and lived? Beat death so much? Won over the ladies so much?"
"Hey!" Kirk said, cutting me off. "That last bit was pure wit and charm."
"Fine; but how come every time you died, you came back?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"I always assumed that it was become of some convoluted logic that makes it seem possible." Kirk shrugged.
"No, James Tiberious Kirk. It's because in this dimension, you are not a human. You are a muse, with a human body. It is because, in this dimension, you are immortal."
--
Many hours later, onboard the Enterprise, I stood with Kirk, Boomy, and Emp in the rec room. I was looking around online, feeling glum due to the death of Spock. Emp was at a computer nearby, doing the same thing. With a sigh, I shut down my terminal and spun around to face Boomy and Kirk.
"So now what?" I asked.
"Kirk wants to go after The Bane." Boomy said. "But I've told him that it was impossible; even though he is a muse, he is also a character, so therefore he cannot leave this place."
"What about a crossover?" I asked. "Characters can leave their own dimensions then."
"Yes, but he will not be nearly as powerful in a crossover. But that's besides the point. He cannot be allowed to leave."
"Why not?" I lifted an eyebrow. I had a feeling that I knew where this was going.
"Because if he did, it would collapse the entire Star Trek world. It would be taking away the central character of this dimension before his time to leave. People, planets - entire civilizations would cease to exist. All because he left. It'd be impossible to predict what would happen. This dimension could even fall into a relapse; if Spock didn't live to be killed by the Black Author, then Kirk would have no reason to chase him, and thus it would be back to normal. But then if things were back to normal, Spock WOULD live to be killed by the Bane, and Kirk WOULD have reason to chase after him, and thusly the dimension would die again. But then Spock wouldn't live to be killed, and Kirk wouldn't be out chasing The Bane, and so on and so forth." Boomy sighed. "You see, Kirk, you can't leave here."
"I don't care if it causes relapses in the dimension; I have to try and get him for what he's done!" Kirk argued.
Boomy looked at me, exasperated. "You convince him that we have to let The Bane go."
I nodded slowly, looking Boomy in the eye, and then Kirk. Finally, after a long silence, I spoke. "I agree with you, Jim." I astonished myself by using Kirk's first name, and astonished Kirk and Boomy with my agreement. "But Boomy is right, you can't be the one to go after The Black Author."
"Thank you!" Boomy said.
"I'm not finished!" I thundered, my temper not-so-good at the moment. "You can't go after The Bane, Jim - But I can. And I need your help to do it."
Boomy was flustered. "You can't do that!" He shouted, extremely angry.
I fixed him with a fierce stare. "I can and I will."
"Stop it, both of you!" Kirk shouted. He looked at me. "You will go after The Black Author for me?" He questioned.
I nodded.
"What do you need?" He asked.
"Your power." I said simply.
He began to ask what I meant, but then realized it. "You want me to surrender my muse powers to you." He asked.
I nodded again.
"Okay."
"WHAT?!" Boomy exploded. "NO! I will NOT allow this!"
"I don't care what you would allow!" Kirk roared, small flashes of lightning crackling around him. I sat up. "You are a mere Guardian of a holy relic! I am a muse!" He seemed to grow, his eyes aflame.
"Jim, calm down..." I cautioned.
"NO! I will NOT calm down while he continues trying to let The Black Author go free! THAT is what cannot be allowed!"
Boomy stepped back. "I didn't mean it like that, Kirk! Wedge cannot go after the Bane because even with your powers he would be killed!"
"What?" I asked. "But Kirk is a Muse. He has ultimate power-"
"No, he doesn't." Boomy said. "Because The Black Author is a Muse, also."
Emp and I gasped.
"Or rather, he was. He continuously attacked other muses, and sometimes would give Authors terrible ideas just for fun. All of the Muses voted, and kicked him out. They stripped him of most of his powers." Boomy took a breath before continuing. "I believe that he merged with one of the darker Authors, and they togethor became more powerful then any one Muse. They then became known as The Ultimate Bane of Authors, or as they preferred, The Bane. Eventually, the half that was The Black Author regained all of his Muse powers." He paused. "The ancient Muses worked hard to defeat him, but failed. The Bane then forced all of those who fought him to join in his power. That is why he is so powerful. Since then a few Muses escaped and have gone into hiding, hoping some day they would be able to fight The Bane and win."
Boomy looked at me. "If you are to challenge the Black Author, then you must go and find the Muses, and convince them to join with you. The Bane may of found them, or at least where they are. He will try to kill them, and you. I would suggest you start your search in the Star Wars dimension; the Muse would most likely be there, for it is a popular section, and many Authors are there."
"I understand. And I will not fail."
Kirk spoke up. "I know you won't. Stand still, Wedge. I will transfer my powers to you." Suddenly, his eyes cleared, and a voice that was his yet was not spoke. "May the wisdom they bring guide you in your paths, be they long or short, ill-fated or not."
I felt a warmth flood my body, and I stared in wonder as my arm regrew. I stared out at the rec room through new eyes, and knew that I would not, could not fail. Secure in this knowledge, I held an arm out, and opened a portal back to the Home Dimension of the Authors. I looked at Emp, and she at me. I nodded, and Emp stepped through the Portal. I then looked at Boomy, then at Kirk. I gave them both a nod, and walked through the portal. Behind me, it closed.
The two looked at where I had gone for a long time. Then, Boomy said a word of farewell, and disappeared back to the final resting place of the Holy Grail. Kirk then sighed, and went to the Bridge.
McCoy was there. "Where have you been?" He demanded.
Kirk didn't bother with a responce. Instead, he sat in the Captains seat, and stared at the viewscreen. "Maximum Warp, Mr. Sulu." He ordered.
"To where, sir?"
Kirk shrugged. "Surprise me."
"Aye, sir." Sulu laid in a course, and then made the jump to warp.
Kirk watched the unnamed planet in the viewscreen shrink to a tiny dot, and then disappear, thinking on what he'd gained, what he'd lost, to that planet, the planet he had never even learened the name of.
He found his thoughts drifting to me. He had always hoped that I would succeed in my mission; it was as much his as mine. But we had never gotten along, and yet he found himself hoping - wishing - that I would come out of it all okay.
--
Down on the unnamed planet, a portal opened. A tall humanoid threw a cloak over his shoulders, looked up at the sky, and considered his options. He dismissed most of them, except this one. It was to escape from this dimension. He had found a way that would not harm the dimension any further; a way that would simply make him disappear, as if dead.
But he was far from dead.
He stepped through the portal, and entered into a world that he did not know, and universe he had never heard of. All he knew at that time was just one thing: He was far from dead.
Far, far away from dead.
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A/N: Your patience has payed off. And here's the deal: I'm creating an entire series about the Black Author, and me chasing him, gaining muses, eccetera. I'm hoping that all of you will follow me to the next story, which will be Star Wars. I'm not sure about the title yet, or else I'd tell you. But I'm planning on going all throughout the sections of FF.Net, from Trek to 24 to Pirates to Matrix. But, I'm not expecting it to come out any time soon - in addition to going camping this weekend, I have some personal family things that just came up tonight to take care of. But I'll try and have it up soon.
And wow. That was the end. The end the end. This is by far that most successfull story I have ever written. I know that it wasn't extremely successfull, compared to some, but for me, I did extremely well with this. This is the first story I've actually finished. I hope I see you all again in the Star Wars and subsequent stories.
A/N: The real end. To Star Trekking for the Holy Grail. That's all that this ends; in the larger sense, this is only the beginning... And enough cryptic warnings; I'll tell you nice people what I mean at the end of the chapter. This is coming out so late because I've been waiting for a responce from you about killing Spock. So far it's been kind of disappointing, but I'll move on anyways.
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"I'm a what?" Kirk asked, understandably confused. Then he noticed the glowing around him, and looks of awe Emp and I were giving him. Not because he was Jim Kirk, of course, but because he was a muse.
My eyes were extremely wide, and when I looked away, I was cursing myself. "All this time... Underneath my nose... All this time..." I mumbled to myself, in a state of shock.
Around that time, Emp realized what had just happened. "Did TUBA just kill...?"
"Yes." I said, nodding.
Her eyes widened. "That bastard!" Then she thought more. "Hey! Did Kirk just beat up...?"
"Yes." I said again, still nodding.
Her eyes widened more. "But then that means that he's...?"
I continued nodding.
If I had thought her eyes couldn't get any wider, I was wrong. They could, and they did. Much wider. I noted with amused interest her bulging eyes as she threw herself at Kirk's feet, shouting. "PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! I SWEAR, I'LL NEVER HURT YOU OR ANY REDSHIRTS OR MCCOY OR SPOCK OR SULU OR CHEKOV OR PICARD... well, maybe Picard, but I'M SERIOUS ABOUT ALL THE OTHER STUFF! JUST DON'T KILL ME!"
Kirk, now understandably frightened, backed away, not even trying to play it smooth. I mean, if I had had her do that to me I'd be really freaking scared, too. Who wouldn't? Anyways, to the story.
"Uh... what are you talking about? What does it mean that I'm a muse? What IS a muse?!" He looked at Boomy, Emp, and me each in turn, very frightened about the state of glowingness, and the begging of Emp.
"A muse is the most powerful being in the entire Dimension of the Authors." I said, neither my voice nor my face betraying any emotion.
"They also have Godly powers in every dimension, save perhaps our home Dimension." Emp chimed in. "The dimension where all authors are born."
Boomy looked at Kirk. "They are more powerful than even the Guardians, such as myself. I am the most powerful of the Guardians; their leader. I could fight a muse and live..." He sighed. "And then I lost to The Bane. He didn't get the jump on me; I was meditating, and he walked up to me. We battled for days that seemed to stretch into months; perhaps they did. But he had the upperhand throughout the battle. It was simply a matter of depriving me of all my energy, so that I could not fight back as he sealed my body away."
He looked Kirk in the eye. "I recognize the muse inside of you... but I do not know how. A Muse... cannot be a character. It does not seem possible."
"It is possible, though." I said. "Obviously. And it makes perfect sense."
"What?" Everyone asked at once. Except Emp, who realize what I was saying.
"How do you explain how he always bluffed, and lived? Beat death so much? Won over the ladies so much?"
"Hey!" Kirk said, cutting me off. "That last bit was pure wit and charm."
"Fine; but how come every time you died, you came back?" I questioned, raising an eyebrow.
"I always assumed that it was become of some convoluted logic that makes it seem possible." Kirk shrugged.
"No, James Tiberious Kirk. It's because in this dimension, you are not a human. You are a muse, with a human body. It is because, in this dimension, you are immortal."
--
Many hours later, onboard the Enterprise, I stood with Kirk, Boomy, and Emp in the rec room. I was looking around online, feeling glum due to the death of Spock. Emp was at a computer nearby, doing the same thing. With a sigh, I shut down my terminal and spun around to face Boomy and Kirk.
"So now what?" I asked.
"Kirk wants to go after The Bane." Boomy said. "But I've told him that it was impossible; even though he is a muse, he is also a character, so therefore he cannot leave this place."
"What about a crossover?" I asked. "Characters can leave their own dimensions then."
"Yes, but he will not be nearly as powerful in a crossover. But that's besides the point. He cannot be allowed to leave."
"Why not?" I lifted an eyebrow. I had a feeling that I knew where this was going.
"Because if he did, it would collapse the entire Star Trek world. It would be taking away the central character of this dimension before his time to leave. People, planets - entire civilizations would cease to exist. All because he left. It'd be impossible to predict what would happen. This dimension could even fall into a relapse; if Spock didn't live to be killed by the Black Author, then Kirk would have no reason to chase him, and thus it would be back to normal. But then if things were back to normal, Spock WOULD live to be killed by the Bane, and Kirk WOULD have reason to chase after him, and thusly the dimension would die again. But then Spock wouldn't live to be killed, and Kirk wouldn't be out chasing The Bane, and so on and so forth." Boomy sighed. "You see, Kirk, you can't leave here."
"I don't care if it causes relapses in the dimension; I have to try and get him for what he's done!" Kirk argued.
Boomy looked at me, exasperated. "You convince him that we have to let The Bane go."
I nodded slowly, looking Boomy in the eye, and then Kirk. Finally, after a long silence, I spoke. "I agree with you, Jim." I astonished myself by using Kirk's first name, and astonished Kirk and Boomy with my agreement. "But Boomy is right, you can't be the one to go after The Black Author."
"Thank you!" Boomy said.
"I'm not finished!" I thundered, my temper not-so-good at the moment. "You can't go after The Bane, Jim - But I can. And I need your help to do it."
Boomy was flustered. "You can't do that!" He shouted, extremely angry.
I fixed him with a fierce stare. "I can and I will."
"Stop it, both of you!" Kirk shouted. He looked at me. "You will go after The Black Author for me?" He questioned.
I nodded.
"What do you need?" He asked.
"Your power." I said simply.
He began to ask what I meant, but then realized it. "You want me to surrender my muse powers to you." He asked.
I nodded again.
"Okay."
"WHAT?!" Boomy exploded. "NO! I will NOT allow this!"
"I don't care what you would allow!" Kirk roared, small flashes of lightning crackling around him. I sat up. "You are a mere Guardian of a holy relic! I am a muse!" He seemed to grow, his eyes aflame.
"Jim, calm down..." I cautioned.
"NO! I will NOT calm down while he continues trying to let The Black Author go free! THAT is what cannot be allowed!"
Boomy stepped back. "I didn't mean it like that, Kirk! Wedge cannot go after the Bane because even with your powers he would be killed!"
"What?" I asked. "But Kirk is a Muse. He has ultimate power-"
"No, he doesn't." Boomy said. "Because The Black Author is a Muse, also."
Emp and I gasped.
"Or rather, he was. He continuously attacked other muses, and sometimes would give Authors terrible ideas just for fun. All of the Muses voted, and kicked him out. They stripped him of most of his powers." Boomy took a breath before continuing. "I believe that he merged with one of the darker Authors, and they togethor became more powerful then any one Muse. They then became known as The Ultimate Bane of Authors, or as they preferred, The Bane. Eventually, the half that was The Black Author regained all of his Muse powers." He paused. "The ancient Muses worked hard to defeat him, but failed. The Bane then forced all of those who fought him to join in his power. That is why he is so powerful. Since then a few Muses escaped and have gone into hiding, hoping some day they would be able to fight The Bane and win."
Boomy looked at me. "If you are to challenge the Black Author, then you must go and find the Muses, and convince them to join with you. The Bane may of found them, or at least where they are. He will try to kill them, and you. I would suggest you start your search in the Star Wars dimension; the Muse would most likely be there, for it is a popular section, and many Authors are there."
"I understand. And I will not fail."
Kirk spoke up. "I know you won't. Stand still, Wedge. I will transfer my powers to you." Suddenly, his eyes cleared, and a voice that was his yet was not spoke. "May the wisdom they bring guide you in your paths, be they long or short, ill-fated or not."
I felt a warmth flood my body, and I stared in wonder as my arm regrew. I stared out at the rec room through new eyes, and knew that I would not, could not fail. Secure in this knowledge, I held an arm out, and opened a portal back to the Home Dimension of the Authors. I looked at Emp, and she at me. I nodded, and Emp stepped through the Portal. I then looked at Boomy, then at Kirk. I gave them both a nod, and walked through the portal. Behind me, it closed.
The two looked at where I had gone for a long time. Then, Boomy said a word of farewell, and disappeared back to the final resting place of the Holy Grail. Kirk then sighed, and went to the Bridge.
McCoy was there. "Where have you been?" He demanded.
Kirk didn't bother with a responce. Instead, he sat in the Captains seat, and stared at the viewscreen. "Maximum Warp, Mr. Sulu." He ordered.
"To where, sir?"
Kirk shrugged. "Surprise me."
"Aye, sir." Sulu laid in a course, and then made the jump to warp.
Kirk watched the unnamed planet in the viewscreen shrink to a tiny dot, and then disappear, thinking on what he'd gained, what he'd lost, to that planet, the planet he had never even learened the name of.
He found his thoughts drifting to me. He had always hoped that I would succeed in my mission; it was as much his as mine. But we had never gotten along, and yet he found himself hoping - wishing - that I would come out of it all okay.
--
Down on the unnamed planet, a portal opened. A tall humanoid threw a cloak over his shoulders, looked up at the sky, and considered his options. He dismissed most of them, except this one. It was to escape from this dimension. He had found a way that would not harm the dimension any further; a way that would simply make him disappear, as if dead.
But he was far from dead.
He stepped through the portal, and entered into a world that he did not know, and universe he had never heard of. All he knew at that time was just one thing: He was far from dead.
Far, far away from dead.
--
A/N: Your patience has payed off. And here's the deal: I'm creating an entire series about the Black Author, and me chasing him, gaining muses, eccetera. I'm hoping that all of you will follow me to the next story, which will be Star Wars. I'm not sure about the title yet, or else I'd tell you. But I'm planning on going all throughout the sections of FF.Net, from Trek to 24 to Pirates to Matrix. But, I'm not expecting it to come out any time soon - in addition to going camping this weekend, I have some personal family things that just came up tonight to take care of. But I'll try and have it up soon.
And wow. That was the end. The end the end. This is by far that most successfull story I have ever written. I know that it wasn't extremely successfull, compared to some, but for me, I did extremely well with this. This is the first story I've actually finished. I hope I see you all again in the Star Wars and subsequent stories.