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 20

Stardate 46653.2 (27.08.2369)

Carrie's success carried her to conduct several more missions for her new job. The Professor was very satisfied with the way she handled herself. She had the prospect of becoming a powerful instrument for Section 31. They had only to harness and cultivate her skills with care as she had a powerful dark side and no one wanted to push her too much.

In the past, such individuals were explored without care and things had spun out of control, and no one was eager for a repetition. That's the reason, Section 31 moved into the shadows so that most of Starfleet remained oblivious to their existence. That was not the case a century ago but things change.

The other reason was the dark cabal that was hiding in the midst of Starfleet. Section 31 was certain that the attack on Academy grounds was their doing. But since then the cabal had vanished completely. There were no more unprovoked attacks. And thus tracking them had proven nearly impossible.

Still the Professor wanted to know who they are. He had tasked some of the best undercover operatives in locating them. He still had no clue where Lt. Carrington is. A few months ago, he had been certain the lieutenant attempted communication but it was cut short by Starfleet security. So, following protocol, Carrington would most certainly lie low.

There was also the matter of the data provided by James Stanton. It was in Carrie's hands and the Professor was certain she had hidden it well but it was time to unearth it or use it. He called for her. He waited in their usual spot, which was the escape tunnel.

"Professor,"

"Ah, Cadet White," The Professor greeted her. "Sit."

Carrie sat on the improvised chair that was a stump. She hoped the Professor did not disturb Boothby's garden for it.

"As you would recall, more than a year and half ago, you are the promising young student in the Academy and oblivious to the vicious world that surrounds us. "

Carrie did remember that time. It was calm and peaceful. She was on the verge of graduating and while she had not had many friends she was grateful for those that she did. At the time, she had different aspirations for her life. She wanted to be a vigilante and right wrongs. She studied hard and while it had been very difficult (as she had 3 centuries to catch up), her persistence paid off.

Now that time after, she was part of the clandestine organization Section 31 that lived mostly in the shadows. She enjoyed doing missions that most of her acquaintances and friends in Starfleet could only dream. She felt like the female version of James Bond, spy supreme. If only he was telepathic and telekinetic.

The difficulty of the missions varied. Sometimes it was something dreary and annoying. Sometimes it was bonafide exciting and full of action. Dodging phaser fire and running for dear life – that was super cool. It made the blood pump. And now with Peter's gift, her missions had become much easier, which earned her the envy of the other agents that she saw rarely but that was done for security reasons.

There was one agent she did not like at all. His name was Sloan. He was like a snake. He asked too many uncomfortable questions. Hopefully, the Professor was there to keep him on his leash. Still if she could get her hands on him, he would definitely stop breathing. She really had the dark desire to end him. But it was his repulsiveness that made him a good agent and probably that's why they kept him around.

"It was at this time, we inducting you into Section 31." The Professor continued. "The intel gathered by Stanton…"

Carrie started listening. The Professor had circled to the reason he called her in. She had not looked into Stanton's data crystal since the day she tucked it away. She got the impression that the Professor was not aware what was on it but suspected it. He wanted her to open it and starting acting on it.

"No, no," The Professor raised his defensively when she offered to share. "I do not want to know what is on it. That is for the best. The less people know about it the better. But I want you to start acting on it. It is somehow linked to the Romulan attack on Academy grounds and I want you to find out how."

"That's my mission?"

"No, you have an official mission. That's more like a shadow protocol objective. "

"Understood. What is my official mission?"

"Starfleet had recently gained custody of 'Terok Nor' from the Cardassians, or as we called it now Deep Space Nine. Its commander Benjamin Sisko had located a wormhole linking the sector to the Gamma Quadrant. "

She did hear of this. She also remembered from the memo that the locals – the Bajorans see him as the new messiah or something like that. Starfleet was not very comfortable with it. But that only worked in her favor. She still remembered the password for the data crystal. It had to do with these Bajorans.

"The local government of Bajor also has a stake in the station. Starfleet wants to ensure that everything goes smoothly. "

"You want me to keep an eye on the Bajorans?"

"No, I want you to evaluate the possible candidates for recruitment from the Starfleet personnel."

"For Section 31?"

"Yes, once you have identified a candidate, I will send Sloan to recruit him or her. We need an insider. "

"With all due respects, Professor, it is likely Sloan will alienate that person especially when he or she learns who they would be working for."

"That is a risk we must take." The Professor knew of Sloan's tactics, which were less than tactful. Despicable would be a more accurate term. But he had his uses and that is the reason they kept him around.

"As you wish, but that is a bad idea."

"You will also keep an eye on a Cardassian for us. His name is Garak. Intelligence suggests he was once part of the Obsidian Order."

"Obsidian Order, ah, yes, the Cardassians' version of our Intelligence,"

"Yeah, it is close enough. Be careful with Mr. Garak. From what I know about him, he is very slippery and elusive target."

"Why is he on DS9?"

"He's posing as a tailor but don't let that fool you. "

"You want to know why he is there and if he still working for the Order?"

"Yes,"

"Threat assessment?"

"Yes,"

"Any special circumstances?"

"Yes, you will be going as a civilian. If someone recognizes you, as it is possible, you will say that you have taken some time off of Starfleet."

"Credits?"

"The station operates with credits and with gold-pressed latinum. You will get sufficient from both to endure for at least a year. But do spend them rationally. Familiarize yourself with everyone onboard, at least from the files and the rest from personal observation. Also do not interfere in the station's operations unless personal safety is concerned."

Carrie took a civilian transport to Deep Space Nine. It was located in the Bajoran System, which was 62 light years away from Sol. That meant it would take 24 days at warp factor 7 and something. She would have thought that by now humanity had faster ways of travelling that ridiculously small distance.

Stardate 46718.7 (20.09.2369)

There were times she found spending time on the Enterprise was boring because of the time it took to reach some destination. Now she had a different appreciation for the Enterprise. Travelling with civilian transport was slower and considerably more boring as there was almost nothing to do onboard.

She felt relieved when the captain announced that they have arrived in the Bajoran system. So, her face was stuck to the window hoping to see something to take her boredom away and then she saw a comet. It had a trail of ice behind it making one heck of a sight. And the station itself came into view.

Carrie had to admit she had hardly seen something so ugly. It looked like a wreath crown with claws. Her ship docked on the upper side of one of the claws. She got her luggage and followed the crowd out. The corridors were also an ugly shade of some metallic color that she did not want to bother identifying.

They reached customs, which in the 24th century was something, more of a formality than an actual checkpoint. The usual questions followed and she was finally inside it. The docking platform took her on the Promenade. Now that was something to see - hundreds of shops and establishments merging seamlessly.

The noise of a nattering crowd echoed in the halls. It was soothing to see such gentle breeze of chat early in the morning. She was surprised of how many people were up and about. There were races of all colors, all sizes, and shapes. It was a relief that there was still level of acceptance.

She first headed for the quartermaster to get her settled. She found herself in the Habitat ring. It seemed there weren't many residents. The station by her research could house seven thousand people but currently had less than five hundred. That left her with the possibility to choose her room. She wanted something spacious with at least two three rooms, a view and a proper bath.

After she got settled and refreshed as it was a long and very boring flight, she headed back to the Promenade. Her first stop was the tailor's shop. She did not want to waste any time. Snooping was not her way. She entered Garak's Clothiers. It was empty but she soon saw the owner. He was the typical Cardassian. She was not sure how to differentiate them as the entire race looked alike.

Garak looked like a weasel caught stealing the squirrel's nuts. It was the best way she could describe him. He left the suit he was working and came to greet her. He was very polite and erudite. He made some curious remarks about her just by observing her and offered some dresses.

Carrie tried several and picked two. Garak folded them and put them in a bag, and handed them to her. She paid him and left. But then she decided to see if the rumors for him were true so she returned. Having explained that she's new to the station, she asked for a brief tour of its most prominent establishments and things to see.

Garak agreed. They left his shop. Garak proved to be an exquisite guide. He provided information when necessary and spiced it where he felt appropriate. After several hours, they were back at his shop.

"Thank you for the tour, Mr. Garak. It was very informative."

"My pleasure, Ms. White. Feel free to come by the shop at any time."

"Perhaps, so, you could lend me that Cardassian book that you mentioned. I am eager to learn more about your people."

"Of course," Garak studied her for a moment then his pleasant smile returned to his face. "I shall have it by tomorrow."

"Excellent," Carrie beamed. "See you then."

It was not her task to befriend a target but it did not hurt. Besides, she got the impression Garak enjoyed himself too even though he was hiding it very well. Everyone wants to feel appreciated and useful, even a retired spy.

For spy, he definitely was. She was certain of it. The way he had with words was mesmerizing. The information he provided while touring was both useful and spicy at the same time. She enjoyed the balance of it. It was refreshing from Starfleet's dreary way of doing the same. It was like Garak was a poet and Starfleet was a third grader reciting like a robot.

Garak returned to his shop and put the clothes away. Some undefined feeling prompted him to check Carrie White. There was something about her that he found irresistible and downright mysterious. He also loved a good mystery.

His research turned out some interesting data. She had completed Starfleet Academy with the highest honors and in record time. What he found interesting was that she could have had any posting but instead she was here on sabbatical for an undetermined amount of time. Before going to the Academy, she was onboard the Enterprise, Starfleet's flagship, that picked her up from some godforsaken planet.

"Hum, interesting," Garak mumbled to himself. She was a prodigy and yet she had not set course. She had wanted some time off to cool off and collect her thoughts. Garak couldn't recall any Starfleet cadet that had her sort of reaction to graduating. They all wanted to serve right away without any delay.

Perhaps, there was more to Ms White's actions than met the eye. Garak would definitively keep an eye out for her. One can never be too careful. Even the most innocent can surprise you unpleasantly.

The next morning, Carrie got dressed in one of her newest acquisitions. She looked divinely in it just as Garak had said. The man had a good taste. But she had to proceed carefully with that man as she had noticed that he had already accessed her file. The Professor had placed special coding on her file to alert her if accessed whether by official or non official channels.

She headed for the Klingon restaurant. She had developed a taste for Gagh and blood wine. Perhaps it was the result of being drowned in pig's blood that had opened her receptacles for it. The chef served her several times and noted he had hardly seen any human that enjoyed them this much. And she got the greatest compliment that she should have been born Klingon.

The rest of the day she spent around the station. She had to familiarize herself with it. Crawling around the Geoffrey's tubes was very exciting and exhilarating especially as she had to avoid the local and Starfleet's crews. But it was a necessity to know as much as possible about it.

Just before exiting she ran into someone from the Enterprise – Chief Miles O'Brien. He did not wait to scold her that civilians had no place in there. She found a perfectly good excuse for being in there. Miles ceded and escorted her out. Hopefully he did not recognize her.

She had to listen to him explain the difficulty of merging different technologies and the headaches that presented but then again she was the one who asked him about it. That was also important to know. She thanked the chief and headed back to her quarters.

She started to draw everything she had learned. She did use paper which was probably obsolete for these people but for her was something normal and most importantly was not stored on the local cloud. She gathered the papers and fashioned them like a diary. That way it will not draw that much of attention.

Once done, she got showered and straight to bed. The day had been exhausting, especially that here it was 27 hours instead of 24h to which she was used to. One of the weirdest things for her was getting used to the different planets' hours rotations. Some had more some had less and some were more or less the same.

The next morning after breakfast in the Celestial Café, she used the time to study the main components of the station – habitat ring, Promenade (on three levels), the docking ring, A51 (that contained the deflector array), the central core and the docking pylons.

Each place has its distinctiveness and she marked the tubes that reached in and out of each section. Given her experience yesterday, she could determine the routes the locals and Starfleet used to crawl around. Of course that was subject to change but she knew now where the most important components were, thanks to the lecture she endured from Miles, though he had been careful with the provided information. The rest she deduced rather easily.

Now she had a comprehensive picture of what is what on the station. Surprisingly that did not take her much time though the station was not small at all. Still she had many things to learn but she had a general layout and that was a good start.

The next day, she headed for the infirmary. She needed to check that the doctor. She had heard he was very cute. But she needed an injury for that so she cleansed teeth and inflicted one upon herself. It was not the best thing to do as she could have easily just introduced herself but playing the victim had its positive side too.

"Doctor," The nurse called.

Doctor Julian Bashir came out from his office. He was very young and very good looking as Carrie noted. How did he make chief medical officer? Usually they assigned someone much shrewder.

"What seems to be the issue…?" He asked but looking at Carrie stopped mid sentence as it was rather evident. "Please lay down on the biobed."

She complied promptly. He hovered over her with a medical tricorder, and then pressed something on the biobed arms that swiftly encompassed her. Dancing on the buttons, he got her scanned.

"No other fractures present," He announced with a soothing voice. "The cut is not very deep and has not damaged any arteries, which is very good news. Perhaps next time, Ms… "He paused to glimpse her name and continued. "Ms. White, you would be more careful with the kitchen instruments. Perhaps, even better, leave that to a professional."

"If I could afford a chef, I certainly will although having someone that knows his way around a kitchen would definitively would be much more beneficial."

"That's the spirit." Doctor Bashir nodded approvingly. He used his tools to clean the wound and close it using the dermal regenerator. "There, good as new."

"You are a fakir, Doctor." Carrie said as she stood up and looked at her arm.

"Oh, I am just doing my job, Ms. White. It was not a difficult…of course; you should come for a checkup tomorrow, just in case."

"Absolutely, just in case," Carrie smiled. Men. "Perhaps, after work, you could keep a closer eye on it." She was joking but the good doctor took that as an invitation and promptly accepted.

"Sure. I finish at 1900h. So, I will see t Quark's ten minutes later."

"Quark's?" She looked at him questioningly. She had not yet visited that place. It was ran by a Ferengi and she had very little liking of them. "Is it remotely interesting?" She asked innocently.

"It is the beating heart of the Promenade."

Apparently the good doctor enjoyed that establishment. Carrie did not share his elation for it.

"You will see. There are lots of things to do there. There is the bar, the dabo tables, the holo chambers, darts…"

"Ok, doctor, I am sold. " Carrie said. "Ten minutes after seven, I shall be there."

What was apparent was that the doctor looked for what every man does – a companion, preferably from the opposite sex. And what she had observed and learnt from Garak, the good doctor did not lose the opportunity to mingle as much as possible.

She decided to go to the central core. She had applied for some positions in Starfleet and still waited the result. As Garak had supposed, she could get any posting. She introduced herself to the station's commander.

"Cadet White," Benjamin Sisko greeted her. "I understand you are still undecided where to go."

"Yes, many offers were made at the same time and it was very confusing. That's why I decided to postpone any decision until I can get my bearings."

Benjamin had rarely seen anyone from Starfleet get as many offers as young Ms. White. It was understandable that she needed time to figure it out. Choosing a path is sacred and it can take some time.

"Of course," Benjamin said. "But I am afraid no new information has reached us to help you along."

"It was worth checking." Carrie replied. She noticed the baseball ball on the commander's desk but shook head. She could never understand that game – some people running in square circles like idiots chasing a little ball that they hit with a bat – weird. "Well, thank you for your time. I shall leave you to your duties."

She left his office and headed back to her quarters. She needed to send a message to the Professor and then contact Ella. They had agreed to hear each other once a week.

She spent hours speaking with Ella as they had to catch up a lot. Ella talked about her new place on Earth. She showed her pictures and got in very descriptive mode about every little thing. Carrie liked listening to her. It was taking her thoughts away from her mission (not that her mission here was very tiring or complicated but still).

"Is the doctor good looking?" Ella asked as Carrie was dressing up.

"He's dreamy, almost unreal." She replied and showed her a holo-image.

"Lol. I am in love." Ella exclaimed.

"What a surprise."

"Carrie, you have been on that station for what – two days, and you are having the men dance around you like…like…"

"Flies on a flame," Carrie helped out.

"Yes, I was going to say like vulture to…"

"Hey,"

"I am just so happy for you."

"What about that hoarder of yours?"

"He's a herder not a hoarder."

"Yeah, that, so, what about him,"

"Well, he's nice but I was hoping something…more."

"Then find a nice hoarder,"

"Everything worth finding in the area has been found there are no hoarders left."

"Not true, there is an Ella."

"Stop it." Ella blushed.

"Ok, I have to go. Wish me luck."

"Good luck. See you next week. I expect a full report."

"You will have it. Bye."

Carrie left her quarters and headed for Quark's. At the entrance, she found the good looking doctor still in his uniform.

"You came. You look beautiful."

"Do all doctors go on dates with their uniforms?"

"I was held up. I arrived just a minute ago, did not have the time to change. Would that be a problem?"

"No, of course not."

They headed inside…

To be continued…

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