8/18: Bring Me Back
Title: Bring Me Back
Author: Christy
Rating: FR15
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these series....I'm just borrowing the situation for a bit. However, the creation of Alissa is something I'e been working on for years
Genre: Gen/AU
Fandoms: Angel/Highlander/Star Trek
Word Count: 686
Timeline: Set after the series for Angel and Highlander; after Genterations for Star Trek
Written For: twistedshorts Fic #16
Summary: Prophecies can definitely suck at times
Captain's log, supplemental:
I find myself on an unusual mission. The inhabitants of Narcos III have requested the Excelsior. They refuse to discuss what business they may want with us until such time as we arrive in orbit around their planet. Normally I wouldn't be overly concerned, since secrecy is sometimes a necessary thing with delicate matters involving Starfleet and their planets, but for some reason, I don't believe this to be the case. To quote an old friend, my spider sense is tingling.
"Captan McKenna, we're almost to the planet," her first officer informed her as she walked out of her ready room.
"Thank you, Number One. So, what do you think about this mysterious summons? If they just wanted a Starfleet vessel there were plenty closer than us. Why this ship? Why us?"
Her husband smiled. He knew they had to keep things professional on the bridge, but from the frown on her face and the concern radiating off of her, he wanted to take her hand and tell her to relax- that it wold be all right. But that would undermine her command, and they both knew it. So, instead, he mulled over what she'd asked.
"I honestly don't know, Captain. We're a Galaxy class starship outfitted with the latest security measures, especially after the Enterprise was taken down, so they wouldn't be able to take the ship, if that's what they wanted."
The Captain looked at the viewscreeen as Narcos II came into range
"Well, we're about to find out," she muttered.
*****
"Proconsul, thank you for meeting us. Might you be able to tell us why you requested the Excelsior?"
"Because The Book said we must," the proconsul replied simply, pulliung out a tenderly used volume.
Captain McKenna paled when she saw the cover. "I thought Terran colonies were restricted from bringing books on the initial transports to leave more room for supplies."
"Yes, but my ancestor was told to take tjhis, and now we give him back to you," she explained, pressing a button.
"Him? Him who?" the Captain demanded then could only stare as a ghost in the flesh walked into the room.
"Cordelia? What are you doing here?"
Captain Cordelia McKenna broguth up her phaser and pointed it at the person wearing the face of her dead friend Wesley.
Stay right where you are," she ordered as she hit her com badge.
"McKenna to Excelsior. Tell the Commander, the XO and Doctor Pratt to beam down to these coordinates."
Moments later, she heard the familiar hum of the transporter and momentarily relaxed as Angel, Spike and Faith materialized. They had very similar reactions, though Faith, as CMO, had the good sense to whip out her medical tricorder.
Cordelia looked over at her husband first. "I'm not getting the Buzz that I normally get around other Immortals. Are you? Or you, Faith?"
"No sir, I'm not. He's also reading as fully human," Faith informed her.
"He smells like Wes, too," Spike put in.
"What kind of chaos is this? I wake up here to find I'm in a different century and most of my friends are dead and gone. Why would you not believe I am who I say I am?" Wesley demanded.
"Because we all saw you- dead- after going to take care of your part of the Circle of the Black Thorn," Cordelia explained. Looking at the proconsul, she speared the other woman with a penetrating look. "How did he come to be on this planet? Does it have to do with why you have a copy of the Codex?" she demanded.
"Yes, Captain. The prophecy said that one would return in a time of need when Slayers flew among the stars. There's more to it than thatm but that would be the basic gist of it."
Cordelia looked at Wesley and let her professional composure slip a little. "W-wes? It's really you?"
The Englishman nodded his head and Cordelia threw herself at him, tears running down her cheeks. This galvanized the rest of the living Scooby Gang to join in welcomign one of their own back home.
Author: Christy
Rating: FR15
Disclaimer: I do not own any of these series....I'm just borrowing the situation for a bit. However, the creation of Alissa is something I'e been working on for years
Genre: Gen/AU
Fandoms: Angel/Highlander/Star Trek
Word Count: 686
Timeline: Set after the series for Angel and Highlander; after Genterations for Star Trek
Written For: twistedshorts Fic #16
Summary: Prophecies can definitely suck at times
Captain's log, supplemental:
I find myself on an unusual mission. The inhabitants of Narcos III have requested the Excelsior. They refuse to discuss what business they may want with us until such time as we arrive in orbit around their planet. Normally I wouldn't be overly concerned, since secrecy is sometimes a necessary thing with delicate matters involving Starfleet and their planets, but for some reason, I don't believe this to be the case. To quote an old friend, my spider sense is tingling.
"Captan McKenna, we're almost to the planet," her first officer informed her as she walked out of her ready room.
"Thank you, Number One. So, what do you think about this mysterious summons? If they just wanted a Starfleet vessel there were plenty closer than us. Why this ship? Why us?"
Her husband smiled. He knew they had to keep things professional on the bridge, but from the frown on her face and the concern radiating off of her, he wanted to take her hand and tell her to relax- that it wold be all right. But that would undermine her command, and they both knew it. So, instead, he mulled over what she'd asked.
"I honestly don't know, Captain. We're a Galaxy class starship outfitted with the latest security measures, especially after the Enterprise was taken down, so they wouldn't be able to take the ship, if that's what they wanted."
The Captain looked at the viewscreeen as Narcos II came into range
"Well, we're about to find out," she muttered.
*****
"Proconsul, thank you for meeting us. Might you be able to tell us why you requested the Excelsior?"
"Because The Book said we must," the proconsul replied simply, pulliung out a tenderly used volume.
Captain McKenna paled when she saw the cover. "I thought Terran colonies were restricted from bringing books on the initial transports to leave more room for supplies."
"Yes, but my ancestor was told to take tjhis, and now we give him back to you," she explained, pressing a button.
"Him? Him who?" the Captain demanded then could only stare as a ghost in the flesh walked into the room.
"Cordelia? What are you doing here?"
Captain Cordelia McKenna broguth up her phaser and pointed it at the person wearing the face of her dead friend Wesley.
Stay right where you are," she ordered as she hit her com badge.
"McKenna to Excelsior. Tell the Commander, the XO and Doctor Pratt to beam down to these coordinates."
Moments later, she heard the familiar hum of the transporter and momentarily relaxed as Angel, Spike and Faith materialized. They had very similar reactions, though Faith, as CMO, had the good sense to whip out her medical tricorder.
Cordelia looked over at her husband first. "I'm not getting the Buzz that I normally get around other Immortals. Are you? Or you, Faith?"
"No sir, I'm not. He's also reading as fully human," Faith informed her.
"He smells like Wes, too," Spike put in.
"What kind of chaos is this? I wake up here to find I'm in a different century and most of my friends are dead and gone. Why would you not believe I am who I say I am?" Wesley demanded.
"Because we all saw you- dead- after going to take care of your part of the Circle of the Black Thorn," Cordelia explained. Looking at the proconsul, she speared the other woman with a penetrating look. "How did he come to be on this planet? Does it have to do with why you have a copy of the Codex?" she demanded.
"Yes, Captain. The prophecy said that one would return in a time of need when Slayers flew among the stars. There's more to it than thatm but that would be the basic gist of it."
Cordelia looked at Wesley and let her professional composure slip a little. "W-wes? It's really you?"
The Englishman nodded his head and Cordelia threw herself at him, tears running down her cheeks. This galvanized the rest of the living Scooby Gang to join in welcomign one of their own back home.