Star Trek: Strange New Worlds... "Spiff's Rift..."
Summary: Spaceman Spiff takes on the crew of the Enterprise...
Note: After a recent Calvin and Hobbes meme, I just had to...
Part X...
Look…Hobbes noted as he and real Calvin, he and Calvin Calvin having cleverly switched places while Hobbes was boarding Ms. Singh's deceptively ordinary Earth Honda, walked back to Calvin's from where Ms. Singh had let them off.
All I say is pick one of our babes, Susie or Ms. Singh and I'll gladly take the other. Now that's fair, right?
"Shut Up!" Calvin glared. "What kind of a Science Officer Hobbes are you?"
One who wants smooches. Hobbes, drily.
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"So…You really think I shouldn't give up on Calvin? I mean, as a friend, of course." Susie noted to Ms. Singh as Singh's car neared Susie's home.
"Not at all, though as a friend, for sure." Ms. Singh nodded. "If I had given up on Chris…And I sure wanted to, at times….I would've missed out on so many nice things we've shared. But don't rush it."
"And you're engaged now…" Susie, eagerly.
"Well, yeah…But that's not the important thing right now, Susie. You're both young yet."
"So, did he kneel at your feet…" In knightly armor, offering a single rose and…
"Not exactly…But Susie, you're too young to be thinking like that right now." Christina sighed.
Really going too far the other way, girl.
"Just enjoy being friends with him while you can. Things may be very different when you grow up…" she continued.
God, was I really like that when I was her age?…Staring back via rear-view mirror at Susie, lost in contemplation.
Yeah…I was. Sighing…
When I wasn't beating him silly for being a jerk.
Susie, picturing Calvin as gallant adult knight, kneeling in armor while yet swooning over her with said rose, hearing only "Wah…wah…Wah, wah, wah…" from Ms. Singh.
"Well, here we are…Susie? Susie? You're home."
"Susie?"
"Sir Calvin, I do graciously grant…Huh?" Blink…
Uh, boy…Christina sighed.
Still, I do remember a certain Sir Christopher…Fond smile as Susie got out.
And I did make him work for it, in college.
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"So, you weren't able to dig up too much on Singh the Merciless and her potential weaknesses with your twenty-first century reporting skills?" Spiff eyed Calvin Calvin, unable to keep a slightly patronizing tone out.
"If you think you can do better, futureboy…" Calvin Calvin frowned.
Besmirch my journalistic cred, will ya? Hah!
"No offense intended, primitive." Spiff noted, high-mindedly. "Thanks for your attempt to assist my saving the Galaxy's future, in your own small way."
Jerk…Calvin Calvin stalked off…
I wonder if Singh the Merciless would exchange intel for cookies?
I see you've po'd Calvin Calvin, ace twenty-first century reporter…Hobbes, appearing in his rarely worn but official uniform as Science Officer…A Mr. Spock t-shirt pulled over, to those primitives not in the know.
"Primitives…What you gonna do?" Spiff shrugged. "I hope you have more for me on our foe."
"She's offered alliance, Spiff." Hobbes noted. "I think given the situation and her excellent cookies we could consider a peaceful settlement. She was of great help to Calvin with the Bullumintons."
"I prefer the mertilization solution, old chum. You may have succumbed to her wiles as may have the Galactic President himself, but Spiff remains…"
Cookleless? Hobbes suggested. And certainly, babesless.
"Hobbes, remember the fate of Galactic future is at stake! It's time to settle this, Science Officer Hobbes, Spiff to Singh, before her evil plot thickens." Resolute adjustment of space visor. "She wants Calvin for her nefarious purposes, and that can't be. Given my allies here all seem to have succumbed to her wiles, including you, you wuss. It's her or me, now."
"Thickening? You think that's how she gets those cookies so good?" Hobbes asked.
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