Disclaimer: Mzsnaz owns the two stories I mention, not I. Go read them,
they are hilarious! They are also not mine, nor do I have permission to
even mention them. I also do own Skittles, but not the company. LOL
Qwi13: I am not sure how many chapters are even left in AOTTT! but remember, I promised a sequel. And as you were in DC with me, you naturally would not have brought your thesaurus and that not-so-Comfort Inn certainly did not have one. (You could have gone to though...
MB the New Trekkie: Hi! Great to see a new reviewer who likes my story!
MySchemingMind: I agree. You always make the ones you love most suffer most and I certainly am being mean to poor Spock... And Spock knows I like both him and T'Son, but I am still not sure where I want to go with the romance scene... There will be romance though, as I cannot seem to write a story without romance! And DC was alright, it was the evil classmates who got on my nerves! LOL I did get to spend like a hundred dollars on Trek DVDs and books though!
Sorry it is taking so long to actually get to the Mirror, Mirror, but I have not found it on my tapes yet since my uncle (too whom the tape belong) never wrote down the order in which he recorded them. Also, this is a rather... different chapter. There will be more humor later though!
By now, T'Son was used to the morning routine, so he was in the bathroom combing his hair when he heard a muffled thud and a cry of, "Daggers!"
"In here, Toreth," he said calmly. She came in, muttering something about guys who knew more than was good for them. T'Son raising an eyebrow at her, to which she responded by spinning around and smacking him with her braid.
"There should be a rule against that," T'Son said, glaring at her hair, which was now neatly hanging down her back, over the red halter top she had replicated.
"There should be a rule against what?" Spock asked from the doorway.
"She spun around and slapped me with her hair," T'Son said simply. Spock raised his own eyebrow. T'Son sighed. It was sure to be a long morning.
later
T'Son and Toreth played a game of chess in a rec room, T'Son and Qwi argued over some idiotic thing or another, and Toreth tried to stop their arguments by adding comments of her own.
"Can you imagine what would happen if Starfleet Command allowed families on starships?" Kirk asked Spock over their chess game next to Toreth and T'Son.
"That will happen... when they allow bald, PD-loving Frenchmen to be captains of starships," McCoy said sarcastically. The Trekkie Trio looked at each other and burst into laughter.
"I am so confused," Bones said worriedly. Kirk gave him a sympathetic look.
"Until T'Son and I die, you will never be normal again," Toreth informed him.
"What about me?" Qwi asked.
"You never took T'Son's insanity test, thus you are, horror of horrors, still sane!" Toreth gasped in a mock-scared voice.
"Nooooooo!" T'Son gasped also.
"So just because I never took the insanity test, that, I might add, was really stupid, I am less in our little trio," Qwi said, eyes turning a very cold shade of blue.
"No, you-" Toreth began.
"But then what does that matter, because it has always been Stephanie and Nathan, then Rachel! One more thing cannot possibly hurt!"
"Qwi, I did not mean-"
"Security to Rec Room 2," Kirk whispered into his communicator.
"Wise precaution," Bones whispered back. "You never know what teenage girls will do, especially at, um, certain times of the month."
"Bones!" Toreth called embarrassedly.
"Damn Romulan hearing," McCoy said.
"Damnation will hardly help you if you interfere in what some humans refer to as 'cat fights,'" Spock pointed out calmly.
"Where did Qwi go?" Toreth asked. They all looked around. Because, as Qwi had pointed out, she felt invisible, she used that to her advantage.
"I never meant to make her feel less," Toreth muttered. She picked up her queen and put it down next to T'Son's king. "Checkmate."
Meanwhile, Qwi sat down at a computer screen. She called up every file she could think of and began her plan. She had read two stories by mzsnaz called Silence of the D ns and Paybacks are H ll on the old site fanfiction.net in her universe. (A/N: Read them if you like humor, they are hilarious!) She smiled, those giving her ideas.
"Red Skittles," Toreth told a replicator. A small bowl of red Skittles materialized in front of her. She took it and sat down next to Qwi.
"You know I did not mean to sound degrading, right?" Toreth asked.
"Not if I can have a few," Qwi pointed at the bowl. Toreth set it down in between them.
"We are stopping at a planet before we get to Halka," Toreth said. "Jim told me."
"Jim!?" Qwi asked, startled out of her depression.
"He gave me permission to call him Jim," Toreth said, and then dismissed it with an upper-classy wave of her hand. "Anyhow, he is going to pretend to have picked us up there. You and T'Son are just kids he is transporting from the planet to wherever. I am an exchange student from Romulus who he is accepting as a possible entrance to peace talks and am traveling with you two."
"Weird... but that would mean that he is giving you the same privilege as Spock and Bones!"
"See, we all call Spock 'Spock' so it is really no difference."
"But Spock does not have a last name or a title that he really uses... at least not now."
"So?" Qwi shook her head. Yes, she was still definitely "out." That would change though. Toreth got up and walked away.
Later that day, Toreth came into the office of the CMO of the starship Enterprise, something several crewmembers would rather die than do.
"Doctor, have they ever thought about, erm, putting counselors on starships?" Toreth asked.
"Counselors? Why?" Bones asked.
"Well, I need someone or something to talk to," she admitted.
"Well, I am the closest thing to a counselor," McCoy said.
"It has always been my dream to be on the starship Enterprise with my two best friends," she said. "But lately, all we have been doing is fighting."
"That is a part of friendship," McCoy pointed out.
"I know but it seems like it is escalating, like T'Son and Qwi actually hate each other! I hate being caught in the middle because I loved them both so much..." McCoy frowned. That sounded like some other relationship, but he could not quite place it...
"They only even talk to each other because of me now!" Toreth said. "I thought this would have been paradise," she finished in a whisper.
"Why don't you focus on being a decent Romulan on a Federation starship, and let them sort things out?" Bones said.
"Because I think they will both still be arguing when they are 130!" Toreth said.
"Something will happen. I am sure of it," Bones reassured her. She left, still looking doubtful. Suddenly, he sat up straight as he realized where he had heard that before. This was the exact same thing as himself, Kirk, and Spock. Did Kirk and Toreth have the same internal conflicts? McCoy sighed, he blue eyes filled with worry.
"I'm a doctor, not a shrink," he muttered. Where would those three be fifteen years from now... and where would he, Spock, and Kirk be?
Qwi13: I am not sure how many chapters are even left in AOTTT! but remember, I promised a sequel. And as you were in DC with me, you naturally would not have brought your thesaurus and that not-so-Comfort Inn certainly did not have one. (You could have gone to though...
MB the New Trekkie: Hi! Great to see a new reviewer who likes my story!
MySchemingMind: I agree. You always make the ones you love most suffer most and I certainly am being mean to poor Spock... And Spock knows I like both him and T'Son, but I am still not sure where I want to go with the romance scene... There will be romance though, as I cannot seem to write a story without romance! And DC was alright, it was the evil classmates who got on my nerves! LOL I did get to spend like a hundred dollars on Trek DVDs and books though!
Sorry it is taking so long to actually get to the Mirror, Mirror, but I have not found it on my tapes yet since my uncle (too whom the tape belong) never wrote down the order in which he recorded them. Also, this is a rather... different chapter. There will be more humor later though!
By now, T'Son was used to the morning routine, so he was in the bathroom combing his hair when he heard a muffled thud and a cry of, "Daggers!"
"In here, Toreth," he said calmly. She came in, muttering something about guys who knew more than was good for them. T'Son raising an eyebrow at her, to which she responded by spinning around and smacking him with her braid.
"There should be a rule against that," T'Son said, glaring at her hair, which was now neatly hanging down her back, over the red halter top she had replicated.
"There should be a rule against what?" Spock asked from the doorway.
"She spun around and slapped me with her hair," T'Son said simply. Spock raised his own eyebrow. T'Son sighed. It was sure to be a long morning.
later
T'Son and Toreth played a game of chess in a rec room, T'Son and Qwi argued over some idiotic thing or another, and Toreth tried to stop their arguments by adding comments of her own.
"Can you imagine what would happen if Starfleet Command allowed families on starships?" Kirk asked Spock over their chess game next to Toreth and T'Son.
"That will happen... when they allow bald, PD-loving Frenchmen to be captains of starships," McCoy said sarcastically. The Trekkie Trio looked at each other and burst into laughter.
"I am so confused," Bones said worriedly. Kirk gave him a sympathetic look.
"Until T'Son and I die, you will never be normal again," Toreth informed him.
"What about me?" Qwi asked.
"You never took T'Son's insanity test, thus you are, horror of horrors, still sane!" Toreth gasped in a mock-scared voice.
"Nooooooo!" T'Son gasped also.
"So just because I never took the insanity test, that, I might add, was really stupid, I am less in our little trio," Qwi said, eyes turning a very cold shade of blue.
"No, you-" Toreth began.
"But then what does that matter, because it has always been Stephanie and Nathan, then Rachel! One more thing cannot possibly hurt!"
"Qwi, I did not mean-"
"Security to Rec Room 2," Kirk whispered into his communicator.
"Wise precaution," Bones whispered back. "You never know what teenage girls will do, especially at, um, certain times of the month."
"Bones!" Toreth called embarrassedly.
"Damn Romulan hearing," McCoy said.
"Damnation will hardly help you if you interfere in what some humans refer to as 'cat fights,'" Spock pointed out calmly.
"Where did Qwi go?" Toreth asked. They all looked around. Because, as Qwi had pointed out, she felt invisible, she used that to her advantage.
"I never meant to make her feel less," Toreth muttered. She picked up her queen and put it down next to T'Son's king. "Checkmate."
Meanwhile, Qwi sat down at a computer screen. She called up every file she could think of and began her plan. She had read two stories by mzsnaz called Silence of the D ns and Paybacks are H ll on the old site fanfiction.net in her universe. (A/N: Read them if you like humor, they are hilarious!) She smiled, those giving her ideas.
"Red Skittles," Toreth told a replicator. A small bowl of red Skittles materialized in front of her. She took it and sat down next to Qwi.
"You know I did not mean to sound degrading, right?" Toreth asked.
"Not if I can have a few," Qwi pointed at the bowl. Toreth set it down in between them.
"We are stopping at a planet before we get to Halka," Toreth said. "Jim told me."
"Jim!?" Qwi asked, startled out of her depression.
"He gave me permission to call him Jim," Toreth said, and then dismissed it with an upper-classy wave of her hand. "Anyhow, he is going to pretend to have picked us up there. You and T'Son are just kids he is transporting from the planet to wherever. I am an exchange student from Romulus who he is accepting as a possible entrance to peace talks and am traveling with you two."
"Weird... but that would mean that he is giving you the same privilege as Spock and Bones!"
"See, we all call Spock 'Spock' so it is really no difference."
"But Spock does not have a last name or a title that he really uses... at least not now."
"So?" Qwi shook her head. Yes, she was still definitely "out." That would change though. Toreth got up and walked away.
Later that day, Toreth came into the office of the CMO of the starship Enterprise, something several crewmembers would rather die than do.
"Doctor, have they ever thought about, erm, putting counselors on starships?" Toreth asked.
"Counselors? Why?" Bones asked.
"Well, I need someone or something to talk to," she admitted.
"Well, I am the closest thing to a counselor," McCoy said.
"It has always been my dream to be on the starship Enterprise with my two best friends," she said. "But lately, all we have been doing is fighting."
"That is a part of friendship," McCoy pointed out.
"I know but it seems like it is escalating, like T'Son and Qwi actually hate each other! I hate being caught in the middle because I loved them both so much..." McCoy frowned. That sounded like some other relationship, but he could not quite place it...
"They only even talk to each other because of me now!" Toreth said. "I thought this would have been paradise," she finished in a whisper.
"Why don't you focus on being a decent Romulan on a Federation starship, and let them sort things out?" Bones said.
"Because I think they will both still be arguing when they are 130!" Toreth said.
"Something will happen. I am sure of it," Bones reassured her. She left, still looking doubtful. Suddenly, he sat up straight as he realized where he had heard that before. This was the exact same thing as himself, Kirk, and Spock. Did Kirk and Toreth have the same internal conflicts? McCoy sighed, he blue eyes filled with worry.
"I'm a doctor, not a shrink," he muttered. Where would those three be fifteen years from now... and where would he, Spock, and Kirk be?