A/N: I made slight alterations but it is essentially the same chapter.

Disclaimer: Star Trek and all its characters belong to Paramount Pictures. Carrie belongs to author Stephen King but the words are mine. The characters of the Four Orders are entirely my own.

Requested Story by T-Rex-1000

AU/ST/Carrie/FO: Admiral Brigham enacts a desperate plan to save the life of his granddaughter, enlisting the help of Starfleet captain: Jean-Luc Picard and the crew of the Enterprise under false pretense and no matter the cost. But the price comes too high…

Chapter 1

Respecting History

Stardate 43629.8 (18.08.2366) Portland, Maine, Earth, UFP

'Access granted to Historical Documents:

Lewiston Sun Journal:

Massacre in Chamberlain, Maine

May 28th 1979

"The daughter of religious zealot Margaret Brigham White wreaked an imaginable havoc on the city of Chamberlain. Sources indicate that she was a victim of a vicious prank that enacted in her latent hatred towards all living beings. She used this hatred and her gifts from Satan to hermetically seal the Ewen High School's gym and release the sprinklers' system. This led to a fire that ignited the fuel tanks underneath the gym. The massive explosion destroyed most of the school.

The efforts of the Police and Fire departments to control the powerful flames failed as inexplicably fire hydrants in and around the school's premises exploded and the water within had been wasted.

The strangeness did not end there. Gas stations along the main road began exploding one after the other leaving many injured or killed. The dangerous flames that was followed by fire to the local fauna spreading quickly towards the houses in both directions – Mutton and Chamberlain and engaging both of the cities power lines, which subsequently fell creating many sparkled dangers for passing trucks and automobiles.

This string of weird occurrences continued for several long hours before they ended abruptly but people were too afraid to come out.

Forces dispatched from Brunswick and Augusta arrived to help with the evacuation of the town as the raging flames still danced…"

Chamberlain Blogger Post

June 1st 1986

My Name is Susan Snell

The provocative book of Susan Snell recounts the events of the Black Prom of the 1979's massacre in Chamberlain, Maine.

In it, she claims that Carrietta, 'Carrie', White possessed telekinetic and telepathic abilities that were the reason for the town's destruction…

…in the aftermath, Ms. Snell identified the body of Carrie White before it was taken to the morgue.

It is another set of lies that Ms. Snell conveyed to the authorities. A witness indicated that Carrie White was not delivered to the city morgue as the designated van was empty.

In later years, the driver of the morgue's van renounced his initial report indicating that he indeed put Carrie White's body in the van but en route people dressed in what could be described as working pajamas appeared out of thin air and used strange devices on her. Carrie's lifeless eyes came to life. When they noticed him one of the strangers took out a small device that shot a beam of light. The lights faded for him and he woke up several minutes later but there was no sign of Carrie White or the oddly dressed strangers.

The driver, Mr. Thornton, was immediately after accepted in Arkham Institute for the criminally insane. Judge Marie Pollack indicated that the trauma of that day had made Mr. Thornton jettison the lifeless corpse of Carrie White. To this day however, the body has not been located.

Mr. Thornton, as our reporter discovered, continues until this very day to proclaim his innocence and maintain his story of the oddly dressed strangers…"

End of Recording'

Admiral John Brigham put down the pad. He could not believe his luck. Everything he hoped for has already happened. He only had to make it happen again.

The pad he held in his hands was taken from the archives of Starfleet's Temporal Bureau located in the main building in San Francisco. Starfleet had numerous times denied the existence of the bureau. But the admiral's sources finally managed to find it and pointed out one of the hidden cabinets where information of alternate timelines existed.

He looked at the pad again and found the exciting part of the text that said …" but en route people dressed in what could be described as working pajamas appeared out of thin air and used strange devices on her. Carrie's lifeless eyes came to life. When they noticed him one of the strangers took out a small device that shot a beam of light. The lights faded for him and he woke up several minutes later but there was no sign of Carrie White or the oddly dressed strangers…"

'... oddly dressed strangers with working pajamas!' It was one of the ways to describe Starfleet's uniforms.

Admiral Brigham stood up and straightened up his 'working pajamas'. Luck was on his side so far and he intended to use it to its full potential. He looked at the pad and sighed. He then stepped aside and looked at the mirror on the wall and saw his reflection. Though he was happy his face was weary and tired, very tired.

It has been so hard the last few months and desperation has driven him to the extreme. Under normal circumstances, he would not have even dreamed of breaking Starfleet's rules. But even the best of the Federation could not help him with his current problem, and he would do anything for her. He made a promise.

'I made a promise.' He said silently to reinforce the need for this course of action. He remembered the day he made that promise. It was the day his daughter died holding in her hands his granddaughter – Ella.

Ella was a special girl. She had a gift unlike any other human. She was telekinetic and telepathic. No human has had both powers since Carrie White herself. And today, Ella needed her great, great, great, great grandaunt's help.

'And you will get it, my sweet little girl.' Admiral Brigham thrust head and looked away from the mirror. 'It is time for action and I know the best person for the job.'

Stardate 43631.32 (19.08.2366) Utopia Planitia Fleet Yards

Admiral Brigham's shuttle landed on the East platform and headed straight for the surface to the Gardens. He was to meet with his contact and then take his granddaughter so he can enable his genius plan.

He arrived at the prearranged rendezvous point and sat on a bench. His contact arrived shortly after.

"It is a good day for the gods." The contact said. She was using code language.

But the Admiral was not in the mood for it. "Cut with the BS. Did you get me the information I requested?"

"Protocol must be followed at all times, Admiral." She scolded him and looked at him expectantly.

The admiral sighed with frustration and reluctantly replied in kind. "It is always a great day for the Lord of Mars. Happy, Commodore?"

"I am not a commodore, Admiral, but it has a nice ring to it."

"Oh, whatever, you intelligence shmucks call yourselves," The admiral grunted. "Did you get it?"

"Yes, I got it." Lieutenant Ohkuh replied. She handed him a pad. "That settles our debt to you, Admiral Brigham."

The admiral smiled. "Not even by a long shot. Inform your committee that we are not done yet." He stood up and walked away. Yes, he knew things about her employers they would not want Starfleet to know anything about. They could not kill him either as he had taken measures they will not enjoy.

He headed to the main building. He hoped Lieutenant Frex has brought Ella in relatively good condition. Because of Ella's advancing disease problem she had to be put in a stasis pod.

Lieutenant Frex waited patiently for the arrival of the Admiral and straightened up the moment he saw him.

"At ease, lieutenant," Admiral Brigham said.

"Admiral,"

"Where is she?"

"She is up at Utopia Planitia docking bay."

"The pod?"

"Is in perfect condition," Lieutenant Frex replied. "The hospital was not too keen to release her given her advancing condition but they agreed on the pod as the best means of transport. Dr. Fletcher, however, expects your call. I think he needs reassurance that your information of a cure is not too farfetched."

"Of course he does." Admiral Brigham said. 'Doctors' He hated the lot of them by now. All their efforts had yielded at nothing. No one could find a way to save his granddaughter's life despite all the advancements of Federation technology and knowledge. No matter he will get her the help she needed and nothing can stop him. "The ship?"

"Ready on your orders," Lieutenant Frex replied. "Do we have a course?"

"Yes, we do." Admiral Brigham said. He had never liked Vulcans and he was unlikely to start now but that obnoxious Lieutenant Ohkuh got him the location of the one person who could help him.

Information on the whereabouts of Starfleet captains and their ships was common knowledge unless it is a special mission and the person he sought was on a special mission hence the reason he had to resort to asking Ohkuh's superiors for help.

He could only imagine that person's face when they meet while he's being on that secret mission but Brigham had to improvise. He had a narrow window of opportunity and he had to act quickly, thus throwing caution to the wind.

Lieutenant Frex interrupted his thoughts. "Ship reports readiness to depart. The pod is safely onboard."

"Excellent," Admiral Brigham exclaimed and tapped his com badge. "Relentless, this is Admiral Brigham, two to beam up."

"This is the Relentless. Copy Admiral."

The two were beamed out and rematerialized inside the Relentless' transport pad. The Admiral looked around satisfied and headed to the storage area where the pod was.

"Be patient, my sweet girl, you will soon get the help you need." He caressed the pod's front glass panel underneath which was his granddaughter's face. He moved away with difficulty but with adamant determination. He went for the nearest turbo lift and reached the bridge shortly after.

"Course, sir?"

The Admiral looked at the ragtag crew he had assembled. They were the worst of the worst, at least by Starfleet's standards, but he recruited them as he needed them.

"Course," The Admiral repeated. He went to the navigational console and handed to the pilot the pad with the coordinates. He took it and entered them. "Course, USS Enterprise, NCC 1701 D," And then added with a dark smile, "Engage…"

To be continued…

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