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 (FO*) are entirely my own.

Requested Story by T-Rex-1000

Part Two:

AU/Multiple Star Trek Shows/Carrie: Having become part of 24th century, Carrie White is enlisted in the clandestine organization Section 31 to help protect the Federation from a looming threat that has the power to change Starfleet's future forever.

Chapter 11

45088.62 (02.02.2368)

The next day, Carrie's first order of business was to pass her test and then she could start worrying about other things. She wondered whether to take the crystals with her or not.

'Nah,'

But what to do with them? She couldn't just leave them lying around. What if the good diligent Lieutenant Marx returned and searched her place anyway? She need to put them somewhere safe and thankfully she already had a few of those spots in her apartment.

She used them in her own experiments to hide objects that can't be detected unless someone was really determined to find them and using some fancier methods to do so. So she hid the crystals and headed out for the Academy determined to ace her final and blow that annoying teacher of hers away. At least she hoped she would otherwise it would be very embarrassing given that her graduation ceremony was close at hand.

She arrived on time earning an approving nod from her teacher which was a rare occurrence as he enjoyed pointing out everyone's flaws. He was one of the few teachers here with the ability to unnerve even the ever calm Vulcans.

The exam was theoretical and practical. It involved dematerializing smaller objects at various distances and overcoming standard obstacles while doing it. The teacher had managed to simulate most of the things that could go wrong. He preferred using inanimate objects rather than living as many things could go wrong and then go and explain it to the Ethics committee.

Carrie aced the theoretical or at least that's what she hoped. The results as usual were not given right away although she would have definitely preferred that option. The practical exam was something different. Her lunatic of a teacher threw at her every imaginable thing that could go wrong and a few accidental.

She managed to brave through it though. She used some of her own discoveries to circumvent the presented problems earning again an approving nod from her teacher. At first, he had been very skeptical of her. He used to point out in every class what she did wrong using a somewhat sarcastic tone, which under different circumstances she would have allowed her darkness to teach him a lesson or two in manners.

"Excellent work, Cadet White," He said at the end.

Carrie suspected he did it mostly to annoy the Vulcan students. For some reason, he did not like them at all, at least, this particular year. She wondered why. She had heard he never had a reason not to like them. But it was obvious something had changed this year.

Of course, his praises ended with "excellent". No student has ever heard him use words such as 'extraordinary' or 'superb' or any other superlative. So 'excellent' followed by the person's name was the highest praise he has ever given.

The after-party following the exams had become something of a tradition in the Academy and even more so with the help of Lieutenant Joseph Carrington. He had been of much help but he was not present at the party.

She asked around and found out he had shipped out aboard the USS Crazy Horse on some undefined mission.

"Most likely, classified," Her friend Tora reasoned.

"I thought there were no secrets in our free society and shit?"

"Honey, there are always secrets, especially with Starfleet." Tora waived her hand at the waiter to bring more libations. "You need not to worry. He will be back soon. And until then, let's get drunk! Graduation, yahoooo!"

"Sure," Carrie said and joined her friends.

Around midnight someone pulled her aside from the festivities and she was surprised to her professor of Teleportation.

"Cadet White,"

"Sir?"

"I'm sorry to interrupt the festivities but this cannot wait." He said. "Follow me!"

They went inside the classroom. There was something different about it and once the lights came on she saw it tossed.

"What has happened here?" Carrie asked.

"Nothing of consequence," He replied and hurried next to his desk. He pressed a button and the wall behind disappeared revealing a small corridor. He gestured her to follow.

"I did not know…"

"Ha, that's nothing," He said and closed the passage door behind them. "Come, no time to lose,"

"Professor, what's going on?"

"I'm afraid you have been tossed in the middle of something you shouldn't have. But no one decides his fate, only the universe does."

"Professor, you are not making any sense."

"James Stanton came to you because no one would suspect you. But we must act quickly. The fate of the galaxy, hell, the fate of the future is in your hands now."

"Stanton," Carrie repeated slowly but still very much confused. "The fate of the galaxy? Professor?"

He stopped in the middle of a spacious room. Carrie figured they were deep underground as she could see lots of moisture. There were a few consoles but written in a language she did not recognize.

"What do you know of Section 31?"

"Wait…what?" Carrie was still very confused. She had heard of the name in passing. People did not seem to be very thrilled of it. "Nothing good,"

"Section 31 was created at the dawn of the Federation as means of last resort, a last line of defense, much like the Tal' Shiar or the Obsidian Order."

"CIA?"

He paused to recall that abbreviation and nodded. "Yes, something similar, but while the CIA operated to protect the USA from external and sometimes internal threat, Section 31 also protects the entire Federation."

"I'm not sure where this is going. Are you Sec…?"

"Section 31 has always operated under the supervision of Starfleet."

"And has that changed? Is this what this is about?"

"Far from it," He replied and pressed a button on the console. A hologram of the galaxy appeared. But it did not cover only the Alpha Quadrant. It covered the entire galaxy.

"How's this possible? I thought we had access only to Alpha and Beta quadrants."

"Section 31 has a few secrets of its own and ones it doesn't share with Starfleet."

"Ok, that explains it. But I still do not understand what this is about."

"We stumble occasionally on scattered chatter that indicates potential danger for the future of the Federation."

"Gossip?"

The professor paused for a moment to ascertain the term used is a proper one. "I suppose you could call it that."

"So you guys operate on gossip and rumors? Isn't that a bit excessive? I mean that is not very reliable, is it?"

"We pursue every avenue."

"But that's kind of stupid. You could be heading for a trap."

"And the first step of evading any trap is to know of its existence."

There was some logic to that but it still did not explain what her role in that was. She needed more clarity as to the events that led to her being here.

"Why me?"

"You are not in the system or simply put you are an unknown quantity for all parties. And you have valuable skills – telekinesis and telepathy."

"Ah, and what makes you think, I would agree to being used?"

"Everyone is used in one way or another, Ms. White. And most importantly, your way of thinking differs greatly from the one of this century. Things we consider normal you find weird or offensive or inappropriate, and vice versa."

Carrie had never had anyone really need her for anything. And while this sounded absurd and too good to be true, she felt drawn to its appeal.

"What do you want me to do?"

"The information Stanton gave you – you need to protect it at all costs."

"Who is after it? Who killed Stanton in the middle of Starfleet Academy?"

"We have many enemies but we follow them. This one is new one. We believe they have infiltrated Starfleet thus giving them access to everything. That is one of the reasons Section 31 sometimes operates outside of Starfleet's jurisdiction."

"I can understand that."

"Good," The Professor said.

"Should I give to Lieu…"

"No, do not tell me who you are supposed to give to. The less I know the better."

"This is not helpful."

"The spy game as your kind of your time would put it is a dangerous one. Information is all and information is power."

"So what am I supposed to do? Who am I supposed to trust?"

"For now, you should trust only one person – yourself." The professor moved away from the hologram. He disappeared for a moment and then gave her a pad. "This pad contains your instructions for now and your contact should the need arise."

Carrie took the pad and studied it briefly. There was still something off. The professor was in such a hurry that his current slow pace did not make much sense.

"Then why did you rush me here?"

"Call it initiation under pressure."

"And the trashed room?"

"The room was indeed trashed. I suppose by those who killed Stanton. They want the information he gave you. The good thing is that they do not know you have it and we should keep it that way."

"But…"

The sudden sound of blasting interrupted them.

"Curses," The Professor exclaimed. He moved to a screen on the wall. It showed the class room and some rough looking fellas poking holes in the walls obviously looking for something.

"Seems our friends are back and they are not very subtle about it." The professor said. "You need to leave. They can't find you here or know you even exist. Follow the instructions to the letter and lay low. I will find someone to contact you in time.

I know it is not the ideal way of being initiated. I am sure you would have preferred something more official and logical. But what I said earlier is true – the fate of the galaxy is in your hands. I wish we had more time for me to explain it better but your safety and that of the information takes absolute priority."

"I can help!"

"I like this about you, Ms. White, I really do but now it is not the time for heroics as admirable as that is." The professor said and took her by the hand further down the corridor. He opened a seamless door and gestured her in.

"Where does this lead to?"

"At the main garden of Boothby, right in his flowerbed," He smiled. "I doubt he would be pleased but you'll think of an excuse."

Carry had so many questions.

"But…"

"There is really no time to argue, Cadet White. You must return to the festivities and act as though you did not leave. Do not look directly at those that might interrupt it. Just act like everyone else would.

Also do not leave prints in the flowerbed. That should be relatively easy for you and fortunately it has not rained today and the sprinklers are not active yet."

"Professor…"

"We really do not have time for this. I promise you will be contacted soon in a more official capacity however for now you have to go."

Carry had no more time to argue. The professor shoved her into the narrow corridor and with one last smile closed the door. She had no choice but to continue forwards.

To be continued…

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