Disclaimer: I DON'T OWN STAR TREK!
AN: I've been having writers block for this chapter for a while, so it amazes me that was able to get it done at all. Thank you again to my reviewers, you have no idea how much it means to me to know that someone, somewhere, likes my story. pauses to think Man, thank sounded sappy. shrugs Oh well. ON WITH THE SHOW!
"Do you honestly believe what he said?" a worried Riker asked all of the officers at the emergency conference (AN: these people hold too many conferences, don't you think?).
"I sensed that he was telling the truth," Deana informed everyone.
"Even so," Picard said, "unless we get new information on this matter, we have no choice but to accept his word."
A low growl was heard from everyone's favorite Klingon, Worf. "If he is indeed telling the truth, then what is going to stop him from destroying the ship?!" He pounded his fists on the table when he finished, clearly displaying his frustration to everyone.
Beverly, in her soft, calm voice, said, "I found no evidence of these so-called 'powers.' The only thing that I found was the science behind their immortality.
"What about the girl?" Riker questioned. "We all saw her powers. They are real. What do you have to say about that, Doctor?"
Beverly looked everyone in the eyes. "I haven't had the chance to examine her yet."
"I think," Picard started, "that we have a more important problem than these two...people."
"What do you mean, sir?" Data questioned.
"The Romulan, Natal."
"Hmmm...." Geordi was deep in thought. "Knowing the Romulans, they're probably out searching for Demitri."
"Exactly what I was thinking," Picard said. "Geordi, I want a long range scan of the area. Search for the residual effects of cloaking devices. Data, I want all of the information about Natal that you can find. Worf, post security around our two guests. I don't want them walking about this ship unsupervised. Deana, Will, I want you to find out everything about our guests." He paused, looking at everyone at the table, making sure they knew what to do.
"Dismissed."
The lights were low, candles were lit, and a dinner for two was set on the small table in one of the guest's quarters of the infamous ship. There were flowers, endless flowers, scattered across the room. The petals made no noise when the two occupants crossed the room and sat down. Some orchestral music was playing in the background (Moonlight Sonata) as Anja and Demitri enjoyed their dinner. Calamari, lobster, fresh rolls, shrimp, and wine (straight from Picard's vineyard) made up the meal (AN: see bottom for note). Just outside of the closed door, six guards were posted.
Clink.
The immortals toasted, took a sip of the wine, and put their glasses down.
"I thought you hated romantic dinners?" Anja asked.
Demitri chuckled. "Most of the time."
They both took more bites of their food. Several minutes passed as they continued to finish their meal, each only thinking of the other. Living in the moment, not caring about what could happen; the two immortals quickly finished their "fishy" meal and headed towards the couch.
Anja got to the couch first, and lay down so that she was taking up all of the room.
"My couch," she said.
Demitri shook his head. "My couch."
He bent down and slowly picked her up off of the couch. Taking a few steps, he then carefully set her onto the petal-covered floor. As soon as he let go, he bolted for the couch and lay on like Anja did.
"My couch."
Anja got up off of the floor, and retrieved a blanked from the bed and a pillow (not those hard pillows like the captain uses) She walked up to Demitri, and started hitting him with the pillow. Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap.
Demitri grabbed the pillow away from her, and threw it at the other side of the room. Taking hold of one of her arms, he pulled her close, and they kissed each other.
After the kiss, Anja carefully placed herself onto the couch, and pulled the cover over them both. Demitri held her close to him, not wanting to loose her. They both started to feel sleepy, and when the music died down, the only thing that could be heard was the steady breathing of the two immortals.
"Sir, everything is ready, and the Enterprise's shields are still down."
"Perfect," the low voice of Natal said. And evil smile spread across his face, and his dark eyes glinted in the dim light of his quarters.
"Prepare to attack. I will join you shortly."
AN: For the record, calamari is REALLY good (although my brother doesn't think so, but I'm not asking him), and although the dinner may not be that romantic, it does sound pretty good. I'll give an invisible dollar to everyone who tells me what calamari is (and for the record, I do know, I just want to see if you do). Hehe.
This is kind of short, but I'll make it up in the next chapter. I'll give a piece of cheese cake to anyone (but my twin) who can correctly guess what will happen. Please review and tell me what you think.
AN: I've been having writers block for this chapter for a while, so it amazes me that was able to get it done at all. Thank you again to my reviewers, you have no idea how much it means to me to know that someone, somewhere, likes my story. pauses to think Man, thank sounded sappy. shrugs Oh well. ON WITH THE SHOW!
"Do you honestly believe what he said?" a worried Riker asked all of the officers at the emergency conference (AN: these people hold too many conferences, don't you think?).
"I sensed that he was telling the truth," Deana informed everyone.
"Even so," Picard said, "unless we get new information on this matter, we have no choice but to accept his word."
A low growl was heard from everyone's favorite Klingon, Worf. "If he is indeed telling the truth, then what is going to stop him from destroying the ship?!" He pounded his fists on the table when he finished, clearly displaying his frustration to everyone.
Beverly, in her soft, calm voice, said, "I found no evidence of these so-called 'powers.' The only thing that I found was the science behind their immortality.
"What about the girl?" Riker questioned. "We all saw her powers. They are real. What do you have to say about that, Doctor?"
Beverly looked everyone in the eyes. "I haven't had the chance to examine her yet."
"I think," Picard started, "that we have a more important problem than these two...people."
"What do you mean, sir?" Data questioned.
"The Romulan, Natal."
"Hmmm...." Geordi was deep in thought. "Knowing the Romulans, they're probably out searching for Demitri."
"Exactly what I was thinking," Picard said. "Geordi, I want a long range scan of the area. Search for the residual effects of cloaking devices. Data, I want all of the information about Natal that you can find. Worf, post security around our two guests. I don't want them walking about this ship unsupervised. Deana, Will, I want you to find out everything about our guests." He paused, looking at everyone at the table, making sure they knew what to do.
"Dismissed."
The lights were low, candles were lit, and a dinner for two was set on the small table in one of the guest's quarters of the infamous ship. There were flowers, endless flowers, scattered across the room. The petals made no noise when the two occupants crossed the room and sat down. Some orchestral music was playing in the background (Moonlight Sonata) as Anja and Demitri enjoyed their dinner. Calamari, lobster, fresh rolls, shrimp, and wine (straight from Picard's vineyard) made up the meal (AN: see bottom for note). Just outside of the closed door, six guards were posted.
Clink.
The immortals toasted, took a sip of the wine, and put their glasses down.
"I thought you hated romantic dinners?" Anja asked.
Demitri chuckled. "Most of the time."
They both took more bites of their food. Several minutes passed as they continued to finish their meal, each only thinking of the other. Living in the moment, not caring about what could happen; the two immortals quickly finished their "fishy" meal and headed towards the couch.
Anja got to the couch first, and lay down so that she was taking up all of the room.
"My couch," she said.
Demitri shook his head. "My couch."
He bent down and slowly picked her up off of the couch. Taking a few steps, he then carefully set her onto the petal-covered floor. As soon as he let go, he bolted for the couch and lay on like Anja did.
"My couch."
Anja got up off of the floor, and retrieved a blanked from the bed and a pillow (not those hard pillows like the captain uses) She walked up to Demitri, and started hitting him with the pillow. Whap. Whap. Whap. Whap.
Demitri grabbed the pillow away from her, and threw it at the other side of the room. Taking hold of one of her arms, he pulled her close, and they kissed each other.
After the kiss, Anja carefully placed herself onto the couch, and pulled the cover over them both. Demitri held her close to him, not wanting to loose her. They both started to feel sleepy, and when the music died down, the only thing that could be heard was the steady breathing of the two immortals.
"Sir, everything is ready, and the Enterprise's shields are still down."
"Perfect," the low voice of Natal said. And evil smile spread across his face, and his dark eyes glinted in the dim light of his quarters.
"Prepare to attack. I will join you shortly."
AN: For the record, calamari is REALLY good (although my brother doesn't think so, but I'm not asking him), and although the dinner may not be that romantic, it does sound pretty good. I'll give an invisible dollar to everyone who tells me what calamari is (and for the record, I do know, I just want to see if you do). Hehe.
This is kind of short, but I'll make it up in the next chapter. I'll give a piece of cheese cake to anyone (but my twin) who can correctly guess what will happen. Please review and tell me what you think.