A/N: In these uncertain times, it is good to remember the tales of Old and hope that perhaps those in charge would not forget their lessons.

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 19

Omnes Videntes Pila

Previously:

She exited the room and proceeded to the door. She tackled carefully the handle, and then grabbed more securely. It did not turn in any direction. She then used a bit more force and pulled it. From the hole where it is used to be there was rope.

"Now what…" Her voice trailed off as she heard a God-awful noise. She could describe it as something heavy coming down stairs. She instinctively moved back and she was right to do so as the door was pushed in her direction. She could not see what was behind it and she did not want to.

She ran away and as she reached the flight of stairs and climbed up. She looked back to see what it was and gaped. It was a big metal toolbox on rollers. As she turned her head back in the direction she had gone, she realized she was up the stairs, which was a relief though it led nowhere. But as she had done so in a hurry, she slipped and fell on the stairs.

"Well, you are not Wendy, but you will do."

She heard a voice. She lifted her head up and her jaw opened unable to close at the sight before her…

And now…

There was the figure and size of a boy all in green with a beret holding one red feather. The boy had crossed his legs and sat in a meditation stand but floated several feet above ground. Carrie blinked several times trying to assimilate the sight before her.

The boy looked at her and smiled. It was a playful smile.

"Who are you?"

"The owner of the house,"

'What?' Carrie exclaimed in disbelief. "No, the owner…he…eh…"

"Left the house?" The boy helped her out and his smile grew a devilish flame in his eyes.

Carrie nodded.

"What is that Professor teaching you in that class of his? Ha!" The boy stood up though still floating. He made a loopy loop and sat back in his previous position. He shook his head and said, "Section 31. You are supposed to be the tiger of the Federation. Feared and respected, and yet give them a little pause, and they are all pussies."

If she was surprised, he knew about the professor she was even more surprised he knew she was Section 31. Very few people knew that. Still, there was something eerie, even spooky about that boy before her.

She was still so stunned at the sight of the boy that she had not moved. She wanted but couldn't.

"What is your name?" She finally asked.

"That should have been obvious by now." The boy said standing up. He took a dive like a military aircraft on approach and moved downstairs. "What? You haven't read books as a little girl?"

Carrie opened and closed her mouth. She managed to stand up and followed him though avoiding the stairs.

"My childhood was very different from that of others."

He held his gaze on her. She retreated a bit as she felt naked under it.

"That is probably why I like you better than the other schmucks the Professor had been sending my way." He lowered himself to the ground. The smile had disappeared and a more serious look was on his face. "You survived longer than any of them. You took all the pain and even tried to channel it, if we count the state of the sink downstairs."

He moved towards her, which was somewhat ridiculous given that he was shorter than her, and instinctively she moved backwards.

"You are something else entirely." He said and focused his gaze on her. A dark smile appeared on his face. "There is darkness in you, pure untapped darkness. And it is just waiting to be unleashed…."

"NO!" Carrie exclaimed. The effort of that exclamation produced a shock wave that pushed the boy backwards with tremendous force. He was a bit surprised but took flight almost immediately.

"Oh, you are a tigress." He spoke. "You have so much potential." He circled her like a vulture, and then landed again near the table. "But then again, perhaps, it is for the best that you do not show it. This galaxy is full of bastards that would take advantage of what you can do, to advance their nefarious plans in staggering span…"

He had changed his demeanor drastically. His words had become softer but she could feel their weight.

"What is this program? What's so important about it?"

The boy loopy looped. The smile had returned to his face. "Is this what he told you it is?" The boy laughed. He liked her naiveté. "I suppose it is something you will learn along the way in your spy business. Nothing is as it seems."

"What do you mean?"

"It is adorable that you believed every word he said." The boy said his smile broadening. "We all like to believe in a perfect world where everyone is honest about their intentions."

"I don't understand."

"Of course, not, you are not a spy yet." The boy said. "Spy business will call this compartmentalization." Seeing her face, he elaborated. "Everyone lies and the lies with time become more complex. Some people need to know part of the truth others the whole truth, and some on a need-to-know basis, as it is in your case."

"I am not sure I follow."

"You were told to retrieve a program that can predict behavior, yes?"

"Um, yeah,"

"A program…" The boy chuckled. He admired the Professor's ingenuity in tricking the girl. It reminded him of Wendy. She had been just as naïve.

He flew over to the painting on the wall. Snapped his fingers then plunged his hand into the wall and retrieved from it a crystal ball.

"This is what the Professor wants." The boy said and put the crystal ball before her.

"No, I saw it on the vid. It looked like stick of data…"

The boy laughed harder. "You saw what you were shown. "He rummaged through his pocket and took the data stick she was referring to. "You saw this. This is what the Professor believes will take him the object before you."

"A crystal ball?" Carrie asked. She still could not understand why this being was showing her that ball. She did come for the stick.

"Here, take the stick." The boy handed her the stick.

She took it hesitantly. But as the boy did not make any attempts to take it back, she held it firmly. She had got what she came for but the dancing smile on him was enticing. She took out her pad and scanned the data stick.

The result was stunning. It did reveal information about the very crystal ball that stood before her. It made her wonder. Why did the Professor lie to her? Or perhaps, he just told her what she needed to know. But what was the point of getting the stick if the ball was right in front of her? And then again, why this ball? What was it that it is worth so much effort?

The boy observed her carefully. He noticed her desire for knowledge. He waited for to ask the question.

"What is it?"

"Omnes Videntes Pila,"

"What?"

The boy chucked. "I really start to wonder what you people learn at school these days!" He flied around her. "It means the 'All seeing ball'."

"All seeing is what way? What can you see with it?"

"You can see almost any object in the universe and where it is."

"Any object and where it is? That's impossible."

"Really?" The boy said and moved to her. He placed his hand over the ball and spoke. "Chalk Emerald."

At first nothing seemed to happen then the crystal ball came to life. In its center was the most beautiful emerald Carrie had ever seen. It was of velvety rich green color and it sparkled in the light.

As he moved his hand away, the center of the ball came to life and it shot an image of the galaxy above. It moved around clusters of stars until it reached Earth. The zooming continued until it rested at the Smithsonian Natural Museum of Natural History.

"And here is where you can find it." The boy said and moved away. The image remained visible for a few moments and then it faded away as did the light in the ball.

"Any object?" Carrie repeated.

"Almost any object," The boy replied. "There are a few objects that carry great power and even greater protection, those can't be seen by the ball. But they are a small percentage."

"How do you use the stone, the ball?"

"You place your hand over it. You focus on the object you seek. And you speak its name."

"And if the object is on a person?"

"Then it will show where that person is and where on that person the object is."

"Can it show people, I mean not objects but people?"

"No, only objects," The boy replied. "For people, there is another gem that can locate them, anywhere in the universe."

"Who has that one?"

"That one has been lost to the ages. The last person whom I know possessed it lived almost four hundred years ago on a god forsaken little world on the outer spiral of the Triangulum galaxy."

"I guess I can't use that one to find it?"

"You guess correctly."

Carrie wondered what would the Professor need this ball for? What was he so desperate to find? Will it be used for good or nefarious deeds? An object this powerful could become a weapon for a terrible purpose.

She wondered whether to take it or leave it where it is. She can always say that she failed to retrieve the stick.

"The name is Peter of the Pan." The boy said after a while.

The name resonated with her. She had heard it somewhere. Peter of the Pan – Peter Pan? The boy who never grew up? He was the basis of that story, and its source in the Greek pantheon.

"Pan as in the Greek God Pan?"

"Oh, please, do not start that again." Peter said. "The people of Hellas had some weird view of the world around them. I changed only once into a faun and here goes a trend."

"I see. I think." Carrie understood that the being before her was very old, ancient even, and yet looked more like the boy who never grew up than the source of that story the faun that became the god Pan. "I like the story version then."

"All stories have a grain of truth."

"Wendy?"

"Yes, Wendy," Peter sighed. "James was a weirdo. He knew lots of love and gave lots in return but never capable of actually making it. Humans. He knew a girl that could not pronounce properly and she kind of became Wendy. That's for historical accuracy but not the truth…"

Peter flew around like a little bird then stopped and like it was yesterday for him, continued. "It was an evening like any other. James was with George and Michael, regaling them in the fantasy that Peter could fly. He had noticed that story misses something and remembered dear old Margaret that pronounced Friendy like Wendy. And he added it to the story, and it was a beautiful one.

But Neverland, now, that was a different story that he never told a living soul…"

"You took them there?" Carrie reasoned.

"Yes," Peter said. "A small world in the outer dimensions, filled with Pirates, and locals, and fauna, and everything that you remember. James was no longer himself. I had to regress him a bit and he enjoyed every moment of it.

When we returned, I had to erase that experience from their minds. But…"

"James remembered most of it?"

"Some of it - yes. It became the book, which children on Earth, now knew as Peter Pan, the boy who wouldn't grow up. It eclipsed everything else that James wrote. When he was on his dying bed I returned."

"He was the only one that can see you?"

"Oh, no, everyone could but it was only the two of us. And I made him remember everything."

"I bet he liked that."

"He did. He only wished that I grow up. It was difficult to explain to him that I couldn't grow up anymore than I already have. It is the way my race is." Seeing Carrie's face, he continued. "We are also the basis for the Fae."

"Thinker bell?"

"Yes, though she would be a Sprite."

"But those are always thought be …magic."

"Humans, you can't differentiate between science and the unknown, the hidden arts!" Peter said and started floating again. "Anyway, the choice is now yours, Carrie White."

"Choice?"

"To have it or not."

Carrie understood he referred to the crystal ball. It was clear that Peter did not use it anymore but she was not certain whether to take it or not. She understood the danger of revealing such a powerful object. Although, it will give her one heck of an advantage.

She also knew that sooner or later someone will make it inside the house and take it. So, the best option was for her to have it. She earned it. Her backside was still sore of Peter's little traps.

"I want to take it and keep it safe but…"

"You don't know how to protect it."

"Well, it is not easy to hide."

"Oh, that part is easy – in plain sight." Peter moved again to ball and started chanting in some old and probably long forgotten language. The ball shrank and then disappeared. Peter grabbed a ring from the shelve behind her and grasping the air where the ball used to be tapped the ring with it.

"What….?"

She looked closely and saw the crystal ball inside it. "That's impossible…"

"That's why your kind has such issues with some things in the universe. Nothing is impossible, just temporarily unavailable. But I am glad that you can see the ball. It is not the first time I have placed in the ring but you are first to actually see it."

"Oh,"

"I believe you can be trusted with its protection. Remember the power of the ball requires of you to focus on the object that you desire to possess. And make sure to understand the difference of wanting an object and desire it."

Carrie left the snowy planet and returned to Earth where she handed the data stick to the Professor. He was very impressed with her work. He did not open it right away but gave her a grateful look.

"My next assignment?"

"In due time, rest now. You have done great service to the Federation."

"Thank you, Professor." She said and walked away with a smile. She did not tell him about her new ring or her encounter with Peter, Peter Pan. She made a promise to protect it and she intended to keep it.

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