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Kalon 5
April 21, 2025

It was still early enough for the corner store to be quiet. Kalon propped her elbows on the counter, leaning on them heavily to peer through the gaps in the beaded curtain that separated out the backroom.

Innit stood off to the side with his back to the counter, picking out random items to give his hands something to do.

“Those are good.” Kalon nodded to the packet of candies he held. “My friend’s mother makes them.”

“I ain’t much on the hard candy.” He put it back and started pawing the rack of leaflets on the town’s going-ons. “Reminds me too much of when I was a kid.”

“Ah, got it. I still hate the very smell of baked beans in tomato sauce.”

Innit’s eyes widened. “Tomato…? You mean ketchup?” He wrinkled his nose. “Y’all bake your beans in ketchup?”

Kalon was saved from explaining by the proprietor returning from behind the beaded curtain. She straightened up to give him room to place a small, clear box of sopping rags.

“Here you are, Miss Gousa. These should help your grandfather’s back pain a bit. Anything else?”

She looked at Innit. “Did you want anything?”

Innit looked startled and hastily shook his head, stepping towards the door.

Kalon smiled apologetically to the proprietor. She paid, and trotted after Innit as he retreated outside. She took brisk strides in her lacy knee-high boots to catch him.

“Did I say something?”

“No. I reckon I ain’t used to girls waitin’ on me.”

“Waiting on you, is it? I was unaware offering to buy you a snack qualified.”

Innit pulled the box of rags from her hands. “I’ll carry it.”

“Is this you waiting on me?”

Innit muttered something about unbelieve or ungrateful, but the smirk tugging onto his thin lips betrayed him. She gently nudged him with her shoulder. He bumped her back after a pause.

Kalon left Innit at the stairs as she headed into the basement dwelling to drop off the medicated compresses. She double checked with both Gramps and Grams that there was no pressing business, reapplied her scented oils, and headed back up.

“You’ve helped me make fast work lately. I can skip out today.”

“To do… what?”

“The same thing as here. Minus the building.” 

She led him out into the sun and back towards the corner store. They kept going, crossing over the skeletal remains of the mass transport system, and veered north. The building thinned on the other side of a large boulevard, more trees and greenery appearing.

“That road will run into any of the ones going to Paris Colony or Marseille Colony.” She stepped up on a stone to step over the short wall it fell from. “Dijon was marked for a colony several times since the system was implemented, but the damage from the derailed trains and crashed aeroplanes was too much of a mess early on.”

“And now?”

Kalon shrugged. “Perhaps it is still on a list somewhere. King Ea does not seem very ambitious from all I’ve read. He must be satisfied with how things stand.” She grabbed at the weeds hanging in front of her with both hands, yanking them to no avail.

Innit pulled them to the side like a curtain.

Beyond lay a sprawling, overgrown lawn. The wide pathways were still visible by way of there being less grass. Wildflowers that were once not formed clusters but dotted the area at random. There were waterways and those were surprisingly well kept, as were what could be seen of various buildings at that location.

“This is random.”

“It was a botanical garden.” Kalon led the way through the weeds. “It wasn’t uncommon for cities to build them to give more nature to the area. Supposed to be calming or such. Colonies are full of them.”

“Colonies… right.”

She studied his sour expression, frowning. She grabbed his elbow and pulled him towards the nearest bunch of flowers.

“Look at these, Innit. Aren’t they lovely?”

“Reminds me of that book you showed me the day we met. Not the dead wife ones. The scenery ones.” He stared out at the overgrown garden. “What do you think of colonies? Do you want this place to be one?”

Kalon bopped the nearest flower with her toes. It was a thought that popped into her head, moreso with reading of the recent annexation.

“Rather an odd question. Colonies just exist. I don’t have any thought on them other than that. Oh, except that they remind me an awful lot of castles back in the Dark Ages.”

Innit stepped away to fully put her in his puzzled stare. The expression was so reminiscent of a cat confused over which mouse to chase that Kalon laughed, waving his further confusion off apologetically.

“Castles had the palace near the center for the ruler, but then walls that surrounded the town. They weren’t huge towns, mind you, but full of the most necessary shops and businesses. And of course, handfuls of the wealthy that managed lands outside the walls.”

He blinked. “That’s just ‘bout the same thing. Dice never–. Guess it ain’t make any difference if he noticed that or not.”

“Did he ever say what it was like inside the walls?”

“Suffocatin’.” Innit squinted into the bright sky. “He had this thing about stars. Said something about never seein’ them in the colonies. He tried teachin’ us the names sometimes, but none of us cared enough to learn.” Innit smiled sadly. “Even Branch, and I reckon she put in a bit o’effort considerin’ how she had a crush on him.”

“Have you heard any word from Branch?”

She patted his back at his head shake, tapping him again to get him walking. They moved along the waterways, looking for blooming lilies and frogs. They found their way to a mighty rose bramble where bits of metal arches could still be seen, as well as the top of a metal figure’s head in the center. They tried to brave the tangle to see this figure better, but the thorns were too much.

“It was worth an attempt.” Kalon sucked on the end of her pricked finger. “People try to care for these gardens every few months, but things such as taming the roses never happen.”

“I get why. Those thorns pack a wallop more than you’d expect.”

Kalon snickered. “Some of the words you use….”

He feigned hurt, bumping her. She lightly pushed him aside, trotting off towards the waterway. They fell into a slow stride with Kalon balancing on the edge of the stonewalled ditch and Innit shooting her high heeled boots nervous glances.

“You ain’t answer if you wanted Dijon to be a colony. These gardens would get cleared up. You’d get to see what that statue looked like.”

“You assume they wouldn’t throw me out.”

“Why’d they do that? You live here. Your grandparents live here. Y’all run the library, which is very valuable and that automatically makes y’all great to keep ‘round.”

Kalon stopped. She spun on her heels; Innit visibly twitching with his eyes on her feet and hands ready to pull her away from the edge.

She narrowed her eyes at him. “Are you joking?”

“I don’t get–? Will you step away from there?”

“It isn’t deep. I’d get a tad wet if I fell.” She crossed her arms. “You seriously haven’t caught on that I’m damaged goods?”

“What are you–? Kalon, just get away from there. I can’t focus on anything else.”

“I was hoping I wouldn’t need to state it.” She held herself tighter. “Why should I tell you? Why do I need to?”

“You don’t. Please, just–.”

“I do though! I can’t explain why, but I do. We’re trapped in limbo if I don’t.”

“I ain’t got a clue what that even means. Just….”

Kalon stumbled as Innit grabbed her and pulled her forward, away from the walled ditch. His thin fingers were buried into her shoulders, shaking. She could feel his heart pounding against her. She pulled back enough to read his face; his sky blue eyes were wide with fright.

He dropped his gaze. “You make me nervous standin’ there in those boots.”

She ducked her head to rest her forehead on his shoulder, still hugging herself tightly. “I fancy you.”

“Uh… I ain’t gettin’ how you make me fancy?”

She laughed, shaking her head against his shoulder. She stepped out from his hands and gave his wrist a tug.

“I think if we follow the water this way, it takes us to the stone gazebo. It’s quite lovely with the vines growing up the columns.”

Innit was lackadaisical about seeing the gazebo but did not fight her on it. He did not break her grasp either. He allowed himself to be dragged forward for several yards before she let go, falling into step next to him.

The walk to the gazebo was broken by stops to look at random flower patches or muse about exploring other pathways. She did lead them off the water for a detour, remembering a statue that was on the way.

Innit squinted and cocked his head. “What’s he tryin’ to do to that cat?”

Kalon sighed, rolling her eyes. “Honestly.”

The worn, bleached stone showed the figure of a naked man wrestling with a lion. Kalon grabbed the club between the man and the lion, pulling herself off the ground. She hung from it, her legs offering little help due to her tight, leather pants making her knees harder to bend.

“This is Hercules fighting a Nemean lion. It’s part of an extraordinary old story about bravery and overcoming grand obstacles. This type of lion couldn’t be killed with weapons, so Hercules–.”

“Strangled it, from the looks of it. You know I ain’t much for readin’ stories.” Innit circled the statue. “Why’s he wearin’ a leaf on his junk?”

“Modesty?”

They stared at the leaf a moment before bursting into laughter. Kalon took Innit’s hand as he offered it, releasing her grasp on the statue and half-falling off. Her feet dragged as he swung her away from the statue to prevent any chance of her stumbling into it.

Kalon ran her hands down his arms, stepping away from him. “Oh, there over your shoulder. That’s the stone gazebo.” She quickly walked ahead. “Hurry, Innit. It’s a nice spot for a break.”

“Why’re we hurryin’ for a break? You walk slow enough, you won’t need one.”

She slowed as she approached the gazebo, eyeing the large columns covered with vines and the domed roof. She entered tentatively as if the place was more solemn than an old structure more neglected than not in recent years. It was situated on a peninsula and set far enough off the path that the greenery had long turned wild and the trees made extra seclusion. 

She breathed in the smell of solitude and nature, settling down on the cold, stone floor.

Innit stood by warily. He looked through the trees and vines as if he was not certain someone would not spring out at them.

“When I mentioned taking a break, I meant sitting and relaxing.” She patted the ground next to her. “Come. Do nothing for a tic. It does wonders.”

They sat in silence for several moments before Kalon noticed Innit’s leg starting to bounce. His posture was straighter. His legs crisscrossed and unrelaxed. She reached for his shoulder, but  he sprung up before she connected.

“Sorry.” He groaned into his hands. “Sorry. I ain’t great at sittin’ still. My mind just–. I don’t know if it’s all that happened, or is happenin’, or–.”

Kalon climbed to her feet. “It does take getting used to. When I was still a girl, after I’d come to live here, I hated the silence. I think it has something to do with living in survival mode for so long, but I can’t be certain.” She smiled wryly. “Psychology books are not my favorite. Often too pretentious and woe is you.”

“Survival….” He nodded musingly. “Reckon that’s one word for it.”

She busied herself plucking the dead or dying leaves from the vines. She moved an inch to make room for him to join her in the mindless task. Her heart fluttered each time they brushed arms, reddening her cheeks. She kept her eyes locked on the vines.

“It’s you.” Innit was holding his red shirt out to his nose.

“Pardon?”

He tinted pink. “I kept smellin’ this smell. I reckoned it was the library since that’s where I always smelt it, and was confused why I could still smell it….”

“Oh….” She rubbed at her neck, stepping away from him.

He closed the gap. “It’s nice.”

She moved closer, smiling coyly. She gently touched his cheek, watching him gulp and flinch. She did not back off, instead pushing up against him and dragging her fingers towards his ear.

“I won’t hurt you.”

She waited, her long eyelashes lowered and lips parted slightly. She felt his trembling hands on her back, her hips. She felt his warm breath on hers, breathing it in. She dug her fingers into his back and neck, pulling him in to ensure they connected. Her heart missed a beat when they met, then went double speed to make up for it.

She winced as he shoved her against a column, quickly throwing her weight up against him and raking her black painted nails through his platinum hair, around his neck, over his chest. She pulled away to catch her breath, craning her head back to let him at her neck.

Her knees wobbled, but seconds later, she was thrown aside with a frightened yelp from Innit.

“Someone’s watchin’!” He pointed a thin, shaking finger through the vines. “There! Across the water! Someone in the bushes!”

Kalon staggered up on her boots. She followed Innit’s line of sight, biting her lip against a laugh.

She cleared her throat. “That’s another statue.”

He turned red to the tips of his ears. “Why’re y’all puttin’ statues out there to scare people like that!”

She pressed up against his arm, combing at his short hair. “Killed the mood a tad, didn’t it?” She kissed his neck, stopping from planting another when his body tensed up. “Sorry. Was that no good?”

“I… don’t know. Maybe we just stick to the mouth for now.” Innit touched his neck. “I ain’t sure what’s goin’ on if I’m honest. I wasn’t thinkin’ a moment ago.” He touched his mouth with a shaking hand. “I don’t reckon I’d do anything like that if I was in my right mind. What if….”

“It was fast.” Kalon stepped away from him when he refused to meet her eyes. “I don’t believe I was thinking clearly as well.” She smiled impishly. “It was fun though.”

“Seems like an understatement.” He cleared his throat. “I reckon being friends will be awkward, but I like hangin’ out with you. We need to go back to that.”

“Sure.”

“It’s just… with what went on recently, and with my childhood, and I guess yours…. There’s too much we’d have to talk out, and I ain’t ready for none of that.”

“I understand, Innit. I already agreed.”

“I don’t want to be right on the nose with it, but… diseases….”

“Innit.” Kalon took his face in her hands. “I know. I’m great at suppressing. I’ll pretend this never happened.”

He looked wounded but nodded. “Good. Good. We can just go back to like we never made out.” 

“We need to meet up tomorrow. To prove to ourselves we are mature adults that can remain friends.”

“Reckon that’s the logical thing. The library?”

“We’ll come back here. Not this exact spot, of course. There are grape vines and a cute orangerie we haven’t explored.”

“I don’t know what that is. Guess you can explain it tomorrow.”

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The orangerie was musty, overgrown, and lacked proper light with half the glass windows covered with molding particleboard. Kalon did not notice this. She kept a firm hug on Innit’s torso, gripping at the back of his shirt. She kissed him greedily, giggling when he cursed quietly as his bitten nails clawed uselessly at her leather corset. She dragged her stiletto bootlet up his calf, losing her balance with him pushing against her. She held tighter to stop from falling, but only succeeded in pulling him down into the pile of mildewing storage.

They lay groaning and inspecting their bruises for a minute.

Innit groaned. “We ain’t just friends.”

“No joke.” She rolled onto him. “I'm perfectly fine with that.”

She kissed him deeply before standing to help him up. Her knees went weak as he pulled her back in for another.

He surveyed her corset and footwear accusingly. “Let’s get outta here before we get tetanus.”

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Dijon is a significant hub right now with a large train station/train yard and an active airport, so it'd be hit hard with the technolgy collape. When you look at some of the very large cities that end up colonies, they have transportation systems too, but their airports are farther away then you think. They'd still get significant damage, and some are not in the same exact spot as they are right now because of that, but they became colonies more due to international name recognition, or something like that. So, Dijon is just one of the hundreds of cities that is kept on a 'if we want another colony' list. I almost had Innit confirming to Kalon that he did get all her heavy handed comments about her past, and comforting her on it, but that's not Innit. At least that wouldn't be him at this point. He absolutely does know Kalon and he share a similar trauma, but he also absolutely won't confirm that outloud. (I had to put the 'fancy' comment in there too because 'I fancy you' just sounds so funny to my American ears.) Oh, and the botanical garden is real. The stone gazebo is a replica Temple of Love, and I think the statue across the way staring at it is a Venus/Aphrodite, but I'm not sure since I can't find much specifics on it. I just knew when I was mapping the garden path that Innit was going to freak out over it whether a kiss was involved or not.

I've caught up-ish to what I'm writing, so we'll see how long until the next part. I'm editing and rearraging as I go.

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A fallen man was between them, with only his dark slacks and dress shoes visible from where Ace and Gemini stood.

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Gemini’s heart was in her throat as she followed her gaze. She slowly approached the fallen man, stepping around the tipped chair that had been blocking his identity. She gasped when Ace pushed past her and immediately came to a halt.

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It was Mickey D. 

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When the shuttle door opened, Gemini’s hand was still on the door lever and her face was twisted in concern. “Ace, they told me to come back here; is everything…” Her voice trailed off as her face instead gaped in surprise.

Behind Ace was a short, rotund man in a pinstripe suit.

“Gemini, this is Mickey D,” Ace gestured to him. “Mickey, this is Gemini.”

“Hello–oh,” Gemini blinked as the man kissed her knuckles instead of shaking her hand. 

“Ciao, caru miu,” he smiled at her. “Meeting both living Aravasti in one day… perhaps luck truly is on my side.”

The two Aravasti glanced at each other and shrugged. Ace then gestured to the padded benches in the back of the shuttle and coaxed Mickey D over.

“I would recommend leaving very quickly, Ms. Gemini,” Mickey said once he took his seat.

Ace glanced up in expectation.

“Got it,” the pilot slid back into the chair and powered up the flight engines.

Ace joined her in the cabin in the copilot seat a moment later, tugging on his tie to remove it.

Pulling back on the steering console, Gemini lifted the shuttle from the pad and began circling to gain altitude. They had scarcely reached the edge of the atmosphere when a brilliant light broke from the mansion below.

An explosion had burst from the inside of the house.

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Ace swiveled in the chair to look at him. “But, everyone inside–”

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Gemini evened out the shuttle’s steering as they left the planet’s atmosphere. “I’m not gonna lie–I’m very confused as to what’s happening right now.”

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“Your friend has convinced me to plead my case to the Federation and make amends for my past actions,” Mickey said, his hands crossed over his middle as he sat back on the bench. “I could not refuse such a compassionate gentleman.”

Gemini pointed at the man to her right. “Are you talking about this guy?”

Mickey D bounced from a bout of laughter while Ace jabbed Gemini in the arm and turned back to the front window.

Gemini removed her phaser from her belt to more easily fish his communication badge out of her pocket. “So, how’d you manage that?” She asked under her breath.

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“Back to the–oh no,” she fumbled around the scarf wrapped around her chest and patted her communication badge. “Hudson? It’s Gemini!”

“Hey, there’y’are! I was wondering how things were goin’ down there.”

Gemini breathed out in relief when she heard him answer. “Yeah–some changes came up, but we’re on our way back. Where are you?”

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“What??” Gemini nearly fell from her chair. “What are you doing there??”

“Gem, it’s eight–er–twenty hundred hours,” he corrected, “I came down to meet up with Geordi and Data like we usually do.”

Gemini was trembling. “But–you’re supposed to be planning the date!”

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“Well, yes,” she said through clenched teeth. “What do you think about meeting me in Shuttlebay 1? I’m almost there.”

“Oh, yea! Lemme finish up here and I’ll be right there!”

“Okay–I love you,” she winced as she spoke the words.

“Love you.”

Gemini huffed a long breath and leaned forward until her head was against the steering console.

“All right–what’s going on?” Ace asked point blank.

Her eyes were slits when she turned her head to look at him.

“It is beyond obvious something is wrong,” Ace commanded, “and you need to tell me what’s happening.”

Gemini sighed painfully and flopped backward until she was slumped against her chair. “Fine–this is going to sound really weird, though,” she eyed the inked Q on her wrist. “I’ve… I’ve seen what happens after we get back from this mission.”

The man in the tuxedo frowned. “Huh?”

“I’ve already lived through this entire day,” Gemini thrust her hands into the air. “And the first time, after we landed in the shuttlebay, I got a call from Beverly to go to Ten Forward because…” she swallowed the lump in her throat, “Hudson gets shot and dies.”

“What??” This time, Ace nearly fell out of his chair.

“He was protecting Elliot; an ensign goes rogue and shoots him–but Hudson gets in the way.” She scowled at the floor as tears stung her eyes. “I was given a chance to change whatever I could to stop it from happening–but every single thing I do doesn’t seem to be making a difference!” She gnashed her teeth, “After everything I’ve tried, he’s still in Ten Forward, and if he doesn’t leave, it’s going to happen again!”

Ace’s eyes were distant as he processed her words. “Okay,” he straightened up after a moment and squared himself to Gemini in the chair. “How long after we land do you get the call?”

“Well, we argued–we sat in the shuttle a while before we got out and I got the call...” she looked at the time on the shuttle console's readout. “Since we're getting back a little later... I'd say we've got six, seven minutes, maybe?”

He nodded. “Okay. The second we land, we jump out of here and run to Ten Forward. Not hard to do from Shuttlebay 1–just get to the closest turbolift and go down to deck ten. The faster we can get there, the faster we can stop what happens.”

“Unless Hudson is waiting for me in the shuttlebay,” she pointed at him.

“Yeah,” Ace nodded, only for his expression to twist. “But then… wouldn’t that mean Elliot would get shot?”

Gemini stiffly sat back. “Oh. Right.”

Ace waved his hand. “We can still run to Ten Forward. We can explain to Hudson later.”

“But what about Mickey D?” She pointed to the back of the shuttle.

The man glanced between the two Aravasti, remaining silent.

“Okay–if Hudson is in the shuttlebay, I’ll run to Ten Forward and you take Mickey to the brig for holding. If Hudson is not in the shuttlebay, you run to Ten Forward and I’ll take Mickey.”

“Are you sure?”

“Positive.”

A beeping sound from the shuttle’s control panel alerted them they were approaching the Enterprise. Sure enough, the great ship was rapidly coming into view.

“I’m curious,” Ace was still watching the window, “has anything else changed from the first time you lived through all this?”

“Well, you didn’t win the first time.”

“I didn’t?” He shot her a glance. “No wonder you doubted me!”

“And, obviously, Mickey D wasn’t with you.”

The man in question blinked a few times and looked down.

“Interesting,” Ace scratched his chin. “I wonder how that managed to happen?”

“Beats me,” Gemini’s heart was racing as the tractor beam pulled the Galileo into Shuttlebay 1. She winced when she found the room was empty of all officers.

“All right, Gem,” he nudged her shoulder. “You got this.”

She frowned, bumped his fist, and stood up. She took a few steps backward to be in line with the door as her eyes watched the landing from the front window. She took her eyes away only once to glance at the Q on her wrist.

The shuttle hissed and came to a stop on the floor.

Ace hit the trigger to open the door.

The phaser was pulled from Gemini’s waistband.

She instinctively slapped her hands on her lower back and turned around to find Mickey D pointing the phaser at her.

“Mickey!” Ace shot to his feet, only to shrink back when the man pointed the weapon at him.

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“I’m sorry,” he said simply as he stepped backward out of the shuttle’s open door. “Your plan was valiant, Mr. Gallagher, but we both know there is nothing for me here. My time is up.”

“Sir, please–I need to go,” Gemini tried to reach toward him.

“You will both stay here,” Mickey narrowed his eyes. “And I will go.”

“What?” Gemini blinked.

“No–Mickey–what are you–”

“Michael.”

Ace blinked back surprise.

“Michael D’Angelo,” he said sadly.

Ace took a step forward, “Mickey D,” he muttered in realization.

“We are more similar than you know,” he smiled, squeezing a tear from the corner of his eye.

In one swift movement, he shot the shuttle’s panel and triggered the door to close. Despite Ace and Gemini’s shouts from within, he fired another shot at the exterior panel to seal the door from the outside, threw the phaser away, and hobbled as fast as he could into the starship’s hallway.

“No!!” Gemini rushed to the door and tried desperately to force it open.

Ace gnashed his teeth and ran to her aid, only to pound his fists against it in frustration.

Trapped in the shuttle, two could only turn to each other in anguish and fear.

 


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  • I know what you're thinking... Could Gemini have just told Hudson he's going to get shot and to leave Ten Forward? Maybe; but then where would the epic plot stuff happen??
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August 13, 2025
Star Trek: Q-Dimensional
Scene 18

Ace was unable to hide a smile tugging at the corners of his lips as he followed Mickey D to the doorway of a lavishly decorated lounge. The room was covered in patterned textiles and plush pillows. A mock fireplace wisped its silent flames toward the ceiling and provided most of the light in the dimly lit room. Mahogany tables were set beside oversized chairs–currently occupied by a handful of robed women.

“Go,” the boss waved his hand.

The women understood and obeyed. They each got up and covered themselves with the edges of their satin robes as they departed through the door Ace had just walked through. 

He locked eyes with Rose moments before she, too, disappeared.

The door was closed behind her.

Ace blinked away his perplexed expression and turned back to Mickey. “I knew it,” his eyes narrowed. “Rose does work for you.”

“She does,” the man came to a stop near a cabinet beside one of the end tables. “I needed someone to scout out the players for me.” He retrieved a bottle of wine from the cabinet and tilted it toward him. “I told her to find the one with the most promise and keep an eye on him.”

Ace puffed a laugh through his nose. “I’m honored, I think.”

“You should be.” The man then pulled two wine glasses from the cabinet. “Can I offer you something to drink?”

“Thanks, but I don’t drink,” Ace held up a hand.

“Ah,” he paused and instead poured the wine into one of the glasses. “Now, I hear you came from Tal E, and that they recently joined the Federation?”

“Sir, I’m going to be honest with you,” his lips twisted into a smirk. “While I am from Tal E, they are not part of the Federation.”

“I see,” Mickey offered somewhat flatly before he drew the lifted glass to his lips.

The younger man casually slipped his hands into his pockets. “I figured that’s what Bernard was alerting you of one of the times he pulled you aside.”

Mickey hummed and took another swallow. “You’re very observant.”

“As a gambler, I need to be.”

“Indeed. Your skills have impressed even me.” Mickey gestured to a pair of velvet-backed chairs nearby, and the two sat down. “Not just any player would risk going all-in on the first round… and all you had were three sevens.”

“I figured I’d do something rash and unexpected so I could see how you reacted.”

“Is that so,” his beady eyes looked up from his glass. “Did I meet your expectations?”

“Considering you did the same thing with two aces,” he grinned, “I’d say so.”

Mickey tipped his glass toward him. “I would assume you have been playing since a young age.”

“Yes, sir.” Ace watched the man take another sip of wine. “That was how I made my living for quite a few years growing up in Fortanya. And I assume you’ve had many years of experience, yourself.”

“I merely dabble.” He waved his other hand.

“I don’t think someone who dabbles would host the most prestigious gambling tournament in this sector, sir.”

Mickey broke into a hearty chuckle that bounced his entire rotund frame. “Ah,” he breathed after a moment, “but how does one who lives on an uncontacted planet attend such a gambling tournament?”

“Well, the trouble is, someone did make contact with Tal E,” he paused as he watched Mickey’s movements slow, “just long enough to abduct me.”

“Abduct?” Mickey’s eyes were still focused on his glass.

“I was taken from my home and brought to the planet Barea, where I was genetically altered to be an Aravasti–and therefore the Barean’s enemy. I managed to escape with a Barean who befriended me, but our ship went down halfway back to Tal E and Starfleet picked us up.”

While Ace spoke, a stillness fell upon the older man. “I had wondered, with your hair, if you were Aravasti.”

“I’m surprised you’ve heard of them.”

“Just that only one remained,” Mickey finally glanced up.

“There was only one left before me, but they took her genetic material and gave it to me and ninety-nine others. I ended up being the only one to survive… so that makes two of us.”

The man’s attention drifted away again, only to perk up when Ace waved his hand.

At once, the blue-white glimmer of his power glinted in his eyes, glowed down his neck above the collar of his shirt, and peeked through his fingerless gloves. With one finger pointed upward, he removed the wine from Mickey’s glass. 

Mickey’s small eyes grew wide as he watched the rounded drops of liquid float before him.

“I got the ability to control water,” Ace found a smile, “but wine’s close enough.”

Mickey D’s mouth gaped as the wine returned to his glass. “Truly remarkable,” he muttered.

“And because I have these powers–since I have been altered–the Federation decided I was too different to be returned home.”

Mickey D’s eyes narrowed. “No–no, that is ridiculous. Why would they say that?”

He shrugged. “It was something about having to break the Prime Directive if they brought me back.”

“Ah!” The man grunted an exclamation. “To hell with the Prime Directive–to hell with the Federation!” He waved his wine glass as he continued, “I can get you back to Tal E.”

Ace’s expression twisted. “What?”

“I can call in a favor–I have many pilots.”

“No, hold on–”

“I can get you back home!” He stressed, stiffly setting down his glass on the table beside him and sloshing its contents.

“No, listen!” Ace held up a hand when he realized Mickey was growing flustered, “I have a new home now! Remember when we talked about how situations change? That home can change?”

Mickey D’s entire form appeared to droop. “But, Mr. Gallagher…”

“I’ve spent too long processing my losses,” Ace’s expression was pained, “I don’t want to go through that again.”

Silence blanketed the tension between them.

“And, your new home,” Mickey said after a moment, his eyes on the floor, “is with Starfleet, is it not?”

“It is.” Ace watched Mickey carefully. “And I bet that’s what Bernard told you, too.”

“He cross-referenced your real name, once I learned it,” the boss admitted. “Michael Gallagher is an Aravasti ensign with Starfleet assigned to the USS-Enterprise.”

Ace felt a pang of anxiousness in his chest. “You’ve learned a lot more about me than I expected.”

“As a man of my profession, I have to.” He looked up glumly, “And I believe I know enough, now, to admit to a terrible deed.”

This statement did little to relieve Ace’s anxiety.

“Three years ago, a group from Barea approached me with a job. They wanted to pick up a hundred random people from a handful of planets–didn’t care who, didn’t matter from where.”

The shock of realization had already struck Ace like a lightning bolt. “No,” he spat.

“I hired five of my own pilots and one Barean transporter and sent them off to a couple nearby systems to get the job done. I did get a little curious, but all the Bareans told me was they needed a disposable population.” He winced. “Who would have thought I’d then meet the only one who survived…”

Ace released a shaky breath.

“Mr. Gallagher,” Mickey D slowly opened his arms wide, “I am the reason you are here–the reason you were taken from your home. The reason you cannot go back.”

Ace lost eye contact. His strength felt as if it had been sapped as he struggled to stay upright. “Why?” He hissed to the ground.

“It was a job.” Mickey’s words were simple. “I got paid to do it. I got paid to do a lot of jobs over the years. And in these last few months, I have only found more reasons to despise what I have done.”

Ace glanced up, noticing a change in Mickey’s voice.

“I know you didn’t come here just to play poker. No,” he scowled at the ground, “you had a very different reason to attend. And why not? As a gambler, an Aravasti, and a member of Starfleet, why not get sent to my tournament to take me down?” He gestured to the wine cabinet a few feet away. “I made the bans so weapons could not be smuggled in, but with your power, all you need is the wine in my cabinet to drown me in my chair. Considering I was a part of how you got that power… I find it… dreadfully ironic.”

Ace looked at his hands, gloved except for his fingertips. He could summon his power just as he had earlier–not as a trick, but as judgement.

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Mickey D held a trembling hand toward Ace, at once appearing small and almost frail. “Mr. Gallagher… Michael… You have done what I have always feared would happen… you have given my victims a face.” He let his hand drop as his body slumped forward. “I do not fault you for what you must do. All I can do… is beg for your forgiveness.”

A pang again pulsed through Ace’s chest and settled in his stomach. His lips were parted, and his teeth were clenched behind them. He closed his eyes and gripped his fingers into fists.

“I forgive you.”

Mickey D’s deflated form began to uncurl. “What did you say?” The words were scarcely audible.

“I forgive you,” he repeated. “I may still be bitter about what’s happened to me… but I will not allow that to make me act on vengeance. Besides,” he bit his lip, “you’ve said enough for me to figure out you’ve already been given a death sentence.”

Mickey’s eyes had dropped to the floor long before Ace had finished speaking, and on his final words, they squinted shut. With a half-smile, he shook his head, and huffed out a breath. “You are something else, Mr. Gallagher,” he muttered before glancing up. “Seven weeks ago I was diagnosed with a terminal illness. I assume it is the final payment for the jobs I have done.”

Ace again faltered between emotions as Mickey D wrung his hands in his lap. “I’m sorry.”

“I formed this tournament to give away my fortunes–every contestant walked away with a portion of my estate; even the man who came at the last moment, but I had no seats left for him to play.”

Ace’s brows knitted together. “I knew he wasn’t being kicked out… even then, that didn’t seem like something you’d do–despite Rose trying to tell me otherwise.”

“Rose was supposed to test you and your perception of me,” Mickey D’s lips tugged into a faded grin.

“I suppose I passed?” Ace cocked an eyebrow.

“More than that, Mr. Gallagher,” the man shook his head. “I see so much of myself in you, you know–except that you are a far better person to live out your life in kindness despite what has happened to you. If only… if only I had some way to make amends for my part in it.”

Ace pressed his lips together. “Come with me.”

His eyes grew cold. “That is a death sentence if I ever heard it.”

“No, listen,” Ace reached out and grasped Mickey’s knee. “Come with me back to the Enterprise. Let me help you tell your story. I will vouch for your repentance.”

“That is not how the Federation works–and you should know,” he pointed at him, “since they are forbidding you from returning home!”

“But you would be allowed to take the Federation beyond the rumors and the fear and show them the side of you you’ve shown me! You would be allowed to stand up and accept what you’ve done, but offer up the rest of your life as a changed man!” Ace leaned in closer, “You would be allowed to give yourself a face.”

The wheels were turning behind Mickey’s unfocused eyes. His lips were tugged in a frown. His breaths were slow and deep. His rotund frame was unmoving.

At last, his hand went to his lapel.

“Bernard, signal the Galileo,” Mickey D spoke into a small communication device clipped inside his pinstripe suit.  “Allow it access to the back landing pad.”

“...Sir?” Bernard’s voice returned.

“Mr. Gallagher and I are leaving. You know what you need to do.”

“...Yes… yes, sir.”

“Thank you, Bernard.”

Mickey D removed the device and dropped it into his half-empty wine glass. He then stood–albeit with some difficulty–turned, and walked toward a door at the back of the room, waving at Ace to follow behind. 

Ace was so stunned, Mickey had gone halfway across the room before he realized what was happening. He got up quickly and hurried to catch up with him as he opened the door into the night outside.

A rushing of wind blew into the room as the lights surrounding the back landing pad were obscured by a Federation shuttlecraft with its Starfleet insignias painted over.

“Come, Mr. Gallagher,” Mickey D turned to the young man behind him. “I will allow you to lead the way from here.”

 

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Scene Notes

  • Anybody's theories pan out with Mickey D's role in Ace's abduction?
  • Ace has been though a whole lot (no matter what universe he's in) but he's got a good moral center despite it all. I'm proud of him.
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