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Qwi13: You think I am making you like an SWS kid! I never! I am merely correcting you because you do not know as much about Trek. Do not worry though- this chapter is you-and-me central. Forgive me!
Data: Vulcans do not giggle. But then, if you read more, you find out that you are actually right. giggles I am happy I made you laugh though.
MySchemingMind: Well, I am not getting that insane... yet. And T'Son's reaction to the Vulcan thing is... unexpected. Well, to me anyway.
I am posting a lot because I will be in DC for the next four days. Class trip, boring. I may even get another chapter up tonight, and this can happen again if everyone raises eyebrow reviews.
It was soon discovered that Toreth's little sister had married and had kids, but her line stopped around 2143. T'Son's niece had descendents, a few of whom were in Starfleet, but none on the Enterprise. The real surprising thing came from Qwi's little brother.
"Christine Chapel descended from your little brother!?" Toreth cried, staring wide-eyed at the screen. "But I always hated Christine!"
"I wonder why?" T'Son said sarcastically. Toreth swatted him.
"She does not deserve him," she muttered. No one needed to ask what she was talking about. Suddenly though, her face brightened.
"Scoot over, T'Son," she said, sitting down the chair.
"Get off!" T'Son groaned.
"This will only take a second," Toreth said. Rather than using the voice commands, she typed in a name that T'Son could not see- Alicia Harrison. Grinning in an evil Romulan way, she jumped off T'Son and let him look at the screen. His eyes widened. Qwi unsuccessfully tried to hide her laughter.
"Who is Eugene Garrett?" T'Son asked after a moment.
"You girlfriend's husband," Toreth said. T'Son glared at her. Qwi and Toreth grinned at him. He started to type in a new name- Andrew.
"I broke up with him, remember?" Toreth said in a sing-song voice. "If you will excuse Qwi and me; we have to go 'talk' with a certain nurse. She grabbed Qwi and they ran off.
T'Son stared at the name of his former girlfriend's husband. "I will miss you, Alicia," he said softly. But then, he knew that Toreth like him.
Meanwhile, Qwi and Toreth were in a turbolift on the way to sickbay.
"That was brilliant!" Qwi said.
"Did you see the look on his face?" Toreth said.
"Maybe he will go out with you now," Qwi said. "Though I do not know why you would want to."
"I do not know, though I am ecstatic at this. What if Spock...?" she began, then trailed off.
"Maybe if you play hard to get," Toreth said, "he will want to go out with you all the more. It always works in books!" They were interrupted by a cough.
"Excuse me," the cute, young ensign said. "Should I go to a different turbolift?"
"Sorry, Ensign Whatever-Your-Name-Is," Toreth said quickly.
"Joel Monarch," Joel Monarch said. They went down a level or two in silence, until Joel got off. Qwi and Toreth looked at each other nervously, then simultaneously both started giggling.
"He was so checking you out," Toreth said as they exited the 'lift.
"So not!" Qwi said. "You know that I do not like boys."
"So so," Toreth said. "And of course I know, as you always complain about them."
"So not," Qwi said as they entered sickbay.
"So so," Toreth whispered, just before a blonde nurse walked up to them.
"Hello," the nurse said.
"Hi... Christine..." Toreth said, sounding as though she was trying not to pull out a phaser and shoot her. Which, Qwi reminded herself, she probably was. "Did, um, youknowthatyouareadescendantofQwi?" she asked, all in a rush.
"I beg your pardon?" Christine asked politely.
"She wanted to know if you knew that you were my descendant," Qwi translated. The nurse frowned, confused.
"We come from the past," Qwi explained, shoving Toreth's hand away from her phaser. She did not want the half-Romulan to go violent, like any normal Romulan.
"Oh," the Christine said.
"Come on, Toreth, let me go pour a bucket of ice over you..." Qwi urged her jealous friend.
"Okay," she said, showing that she really was off in some fantasy world. Qwi shook her head and dragged Toreth away.
Once back in the turbolift, Toreth seemed to recover. "I wish I could just be a full Romulan with enhanced telepathic abilities. Then I would have an excuse to kill Christine," she muttered. Naturally, light flashed and a moment later, Toreth was standing there exactly the same as before, except that now she was a Romulan with enhanced telepathic abilities.
"Have I ever told you how much I love Q?" Toreth said. "Halt turbolift. Take us back to sickbay. Resume."
"Toreth!" Qwi cried. Toreth looked a Qwi, eyebrow raised. "You never told me you had silver eyes now."
"It is actually not uncommon among Romulans. I assume I have the two bones in a 'V' on my forehead too?"
"Yes."
"I really, really love Q," Toreth said.
"That is so nice. Thank you," a voice said.
"Welcome," Toreth said.
"Wait... how did you get me to change the subject!?" Qwi asked. Toreth gave her an innocent look.
"Halt turbolift. Take us to the dining room. Resume," Toreth said.
"Dining room," Toreth muttered, then cracked up.
"What?" Qwi asked.
"Nothing at all," Toreth said. Qwi decided not to argue, as she knew her friend would never tell her anything and it would be completely useless. Sometimes she hated Toreth's unrelenting stubbornness. For that, Toreth decided not to change the turbolift again.
They arrived at the 'dining room' and Toreth immediately told the replicator something in Romulan. A dish shimmered into existence and Qwi ordered pepperoni pizza. Of course, at that moment, T'Son just had to walk in. Qwi waved at him with a slice.
"That is it!" he cried. "I did not do this before, because Toreth, I know how much you hate Klingons, but she has done it again! Q, I want to be three-quarters Vulcan, one-quarter Klingon!" Once more, there was a flash of light and no difference outwardly.
"Pepperoni pizza," T'Son said. Toreth rolled her eyes.
"Let us go sit down, she said. "And there is no way a full Romulan would eat with even a quarter Klingon, so change back, T'Son."
"You are not full Romulan... you are!?" he gasped. Silver eyes narrowed.
"Provided that you will not make fun of the glorious Romulan people or empire, I will eat with you," Toreth said stiffly. She walked to a table, head held high, and sat down regally. T'Son and Qwi stared at each, neither able to understand the famous mood swings of Toreth of Romulus.
Qwi13: You think I am making you like an SWS kid! I never! I am merely correcting you because you do not know as much about Trek. Do not worry though- this chapter is you-and-me central. Forgive me!
Data: Vulcans do not giggle. But then, if you read more, you find out that you are actually right. giggles I am happy I made you laugh though.
MySchemingMind: Well, I am not getting that insane... yet. And T'Son's reaction to the Vulcan thing is... unexpected. Well, to me anyway.
I am posting a lot because I will be in DC for the next four days. Class trip, boring. I may even get another chapter up tonight, and this can happen again if everyone raises eyebrow reviews.
It was soon discovered that Toreth's little sister had married and had kids, but her line stopped around 2143. T'Son's niece had descendents, a few of whom were in Starfleet, but none on the Enterprise. The real surprising thing came from Qwi's little brother.
"Christine Chapel descended from your little brother!?" Toreth cried, staring wide-eyed at the screen. "But I always hated Christine!"
"I wonder why?" T'Son said sarcastically. Toreth swatted him.
"She does not deserve him," she muttered. No one needed to ask what she was talking about. Suddenly though, her face brightened.
"Scoot over, T'Son," she said, sitting down the chair.
"Get off!" T'Son groaned.
"This will only take a second," Toreth said. Rather than using the voice commands, she typed in a name that T'Son could not see- Alicia Harrison. Grinning in an evil Romulan way, she jumped off T'Son and let him look at the screen. His eyes widened. Qwi unsuccessfully tried to hide her laughter.
"Who is Eugene Garrett?" T'Son asked after a moment.
"You girlfriend's husband," Toreth said. T'Son glared at her. Qwi and Toreth grinned at him. He started to type in a new name- Andrew.
"I broke up with him, remember?" Toreth said in a sing-song voice. "If you will excuse Qwi and me; we have to go 'talk' with a certain nurse. She grabbed Qwi and they ran off.
T'Son stared at the name of his former girlfriend's husband. "I will miss you, Alicia," he said softly. But then, he knew that Toreth like him.
Meanwhile, Qwi and Toreth were in a turbolift on the way to sickbay.
"That was brilliant!" Qwi said.
"Did you see the look on his face?" Toreth said.
"Maybe he will go out with you now," Qwi said. "Though I do not know why you would want to."
"I do not know, though I am ecstatic at this. What if Spock...?" she began, then trailed off.
"Maybe if you play hard to get," Toreth said, "he will want to go out with you all the more. It always works in books!" They were interrupted by a cough.
"Excuse me," the cute, young ensign said. "Should I go to a different turbolift?"
"Sorry, Ensign Whatever-Your-Name-Is," Toreth said quickly.
"Joel Monarch," Joel Monarch said. They went down a level or two in silence, until Joel got off. Qwi and Toreth looked at each other nervously, then simultaneously both started giggling.
"He was so checking you out," Toreth said as they exited the 'lift.
"So not!" Qwi said. "You know that I do not like boys."
"So so," Toreth said. "And of course I know, as you always complain about them."
"So not," Qwi said as they entered sickbay.
"So so," Toreth whispered, just before a blonde nurse walked up to them.
"Hello," the nurse said.
"Hi... Christine..." Toreth said, sounding as though she was trying not to pull out a phaser and shoot her. Which, Qwi reminded herself, she probably was. "Did, um, youknowthatyouareadescendantofQwi?" she asked, all in a rush.
"I beg your pardon?" Christine asked politely.
"She wanted to know if you knew that you were my descendant," Qwi translated. The nurse frowned, confused.
"We come from the past," Qwi explained, shoving Toreth's hand away from her phaser. She did not want the half-Romulan to go violent, like any normal Romulan.
"Oh," the Christine said.
"Come on, Toreth, let me go pour a bucket of ice over you..." Qwi urged her jealous friend.
"Okay," she said, showing that she really was off in some fantasy world. Qwi shook her head and dragged Toreth away.
Once back in the turbolift, Toreth seemed to recover. "I wish I could just be a full Romulan with enhanced telepathic abilities. Then I would have an excuse to kill Christine," she muttered. Naturally, light flashed and a moment later, Toreth was standing there exactly the same as before, except that now she was a Romulan with enhanced telepathic abilities.
"Have I ever told you how much I love Q?" Toreth said. "Halt turbolift. Take us back to sickbay. Resume."
"Toreth!" Qwi cried. Toreth looked a Qwi, eyebrow raised. "You never told me you had silver eyes now."
"It is actually not uncommon among Romulans. I assume I have the two bones in a 'V' on my forehead too?"
"Yes."
"I really, really love Q," Toreth said.
"That is so nice. Thank you," a voice said.
"Welcome," Toreth said.
"Wait... how did you get me to change the subject!?" Qwi asked. Toreth gave her an innocent look.
"Halt turbolift. Take us to the dining room. Resume," Toreth said.
"Dining room," Toreth muttered, then cracked up.
"What?" Qwi asked.
"Nothing at all," Toreth said. Qwi decided not to argue, as she knew her friend would never tell her anything and it would be completely useless. Sometimes she hated Toreth's unrelenting stubbornness. For that, Toreth decided not to change the turbolift again.
They arrived at the 'dining room' and Toreth immediately told the replicator something in Romulan. A dish shimmered into existence and Qwi ordered pepperoni pizza. Of course, at that moment, T'Son just had to walk in. Qwi waved at him with a slice.
"That is it!" he cried. "I did not do this before, because Toreth, I know how much you hate Klingons, but she has done it again! Q, I want to be three-quarters Vulcan, one-quarter Klingon!" Once more, there was a flash of light and no difference outwardly.
"Pepperoni pizza," T'Son said. Toreth rolled her eyes.
"Let us go sit down, she said. "And there is no way a full Romulan would eat with even a quarter Klingon, so change back, T'Son."
"You are not full Romulan... you are!?" he gasped. Silver eyes narrowed.
"Provided that you will not make fun of the glorious Romulan people or empire, I will eat with you," Toreth said stiffly. She walked to a table, head held high, and sat down regally. T'Son and Qwi stared at each, neither able to understand the famous mood swings of Toreth of Romulus.