If you saw it on KP, it belongs to Disney; on TNG, it belongs to Paramount.

Stardate 550401

I.

"I'll be in my ready room, Tuvok," Kim said rising from her seat.

"Aye, Captain," the Vulcan XO replied to his commanding officer.

Captain Kim Stoppable entered her private sanctum just off the bridge of the Enterprise-E. She'd never imagined how important this space would become to her when she assumed command of the Federation flagship some six months earlier. She also never imagined how much paperwork she'd have to do as the ship's commanding officer.

She sat behind her desk and began to sort through a pile of data padds. Contemplating the stack, she shook her head, set them aside, and hit her comm badge.

"Stoppable to Stoppable," she said.

"Stoppable here. Can I help you, Captain?" Ron asked professionally.

"Yes. Be my husband, not my chef, for a moment," she said.

"Can do, Kimila," a now-jaunty voice replied, bringing a smile to her face. "So –"

Kim's conversation with Ron was interrupted when the ready room was filled with a flash of blinding light.

"Q!" Kim hissed.

"Captain Kimmie!" the omnipotent alien said as he flung his arms wide. "So good to see you."

"What do you want?" she asked, unable to conceal her exasperation. "I'm busy."

"Trading sweet nothings with Rondo, I'm sure," he said as he approached her desk. "Does Starfleet Command know about this?"

"I so don't have time for you," Kim growled.

"I know," Q said sympathetically. "You have an appointment to keep!"

II.

Kim looked around the unfamiliar deck, then down at her uniform in shock. She was wearing a red miniskirt and black boots. The braid on her sleeve, if she recalled her Starfleet history correctly, indicated she was a junior officer. An ensign or …

"Lieutenant," a commanding voice said.

Kim looked up – and tried not to stare – she was being addressed by none other than the legendary James T. Kirk! She realized she'd have to play along until she figured out how to extricate herself from this Q-created temporal sitch.

"Sir," she responded.

"Are you new here?" he asked.

"Yes, sir, I am," Kim replied. "The names Stoppable, Kim Stoppable."

"What department are you assigned to, Lieutenant?"

Kim's awe over talking with one of the greatest captains in Starfleet's long and storied history was rapidly being eclipsed by annoyance; she did not like the way he was looking at her. Kirk was rapidly confirming all the stories Kim had heard about him being a galactic class womanizer. "I'm in security, sir," she answered before adding, "I actually know sixteen kinds of kung fu."

"Sixteen. That's very impressive," he said.

"It's no big, sir," Kim observed. "I've been studying martial arts since I was five."

"Excellent," Captain Kirk said as he appreciated his new crew member's figure. "Mr. Spock, Dr. McCoy, Mr. Sulu and I are beaming down to the planet's surface. We need a security officer to join us."

III.

The creature was at least ten feet tall, covered with shaggy hair, sported razor-sharp tusks, and possessed of a furious and aggressive temperament. Kim had been cut off from the others; the landing party members were unable to help her. She assumed a defensive stance as the beast roared and raised its clawed paws.

"So, how's it going?" asked Q, whose head appeared out of nowhere.

"Spankin'," Kim groused as she dodged the creature's first attack. "Our phasers and communicators are inoperative due to an ion storm and on the lighter side I think Captain Kirk is going to make a pass at me."

"It's tough being a modern woman," Q said sympathetically. "You do realize you have nothing to worry about from Jimmy boy?"

"Why? Is he going to start hitting on someone else?" Kim asked as she dropped to the ground and rolled.

"Of course not," Q said. "You're going to die …"

"What?" Kim exclaimed.

"… Well, wearing the red shirt is so the drama after all."

Kim once again looked at her uniform, then at the creature, which lunged at her. She was in a defile and knew she was trapped with no possibility of escape. Kim scanned the area and spotted a crevice, hoping she might be able to hidden within it. Unfortunately, the beast, which was surprisingly fast, was able to grab her wrist before she was able to wriggle into her refuge. The thing violently yanked Kim's arm, and slammed her against a rocky wall, sending pain throughout her back. The force of the impact sent her staggering. She was trying to gain her footing when the animal grabbed her now-injured arm, causing her to scream, and threw her to the ground. The beast reared and as it roared, Kim sensed that this time her luck had finally run out.

IV.

McCoy shook his head. "She's dead, Jim."

"Sometimes I hate this business," Kirk said as he looked at Kim's fallen and battered form.

"It is not your fault the ion storm rendered our equipment useless," Spock observed.

"A lot of good that does her," Kirk said, barely able to keep the bile out of his throat. He hated losing a member of his crew, whether it was an old friend like Gary Mitchell or somebody he'd just met like Kim Stoppable.

Frowning, Kirk pulled out his communicator and flipped open the top. "Scotty, this is the captain," he said. "Beam us up."

To be continued …