The Park over by the Belthazor Commemorative Ditch [Saturday, September 5, 2015, dawn]
Like so many weekends before it, the calm of a September Saturday morning was interrupted by the unscheduled opening of a portal in the park. This one sprang to life in a blaze of blue and gold and a burst of glitter before settling into something more stable
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Worf, son of Mogh, of the Klingon House of Martok, of the Human family Rozhenko and Ambassador to the Klingon Empire for the Federation stood on the island of Fandom for the first time in 40 years.
Unlike the last time, he wasn’t here because some omnipotent had flung him across time and space. This time he had received an invite. And after years of dealing with alien battles and intrigue he was curious to see if the island still held its… curiosities.
Curiosity was not necessarily a klingon trait but Worf had grown beyond the need to embrace all aspects of Klingon culture if not reject some of them. And perhaps now after the end of a long war where he had lost more than he cared to admit, a visit to the past might remind him a bit of who he once was.
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It had been years since Marty graduated. He was the father of two now, had a normal job and had lost contact with many of his friends since leaving Fandom. When he and Angela had received the invite to return to celebration, Marty had accepted with a good deal of twitchiness. It had been ten years since he had first stepped on the island. The things that happened to him here were mostly for the good but there were other things and memories that weren’t so welcome.
It hadn’t helped that Angela couldn’t have joined him. Between the start of the school year, her job and the kids, she couldn’t manage it.
So what was Marty doing here? Besides looking at a pine tree?
“I should have brought a gun,” he muttered almost inaudibly.
He was being twitchy.
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She wasn't entirely sure what possessed her to return to Fandom this weekend. Ever since her disaster of a drunken Vegas wedding to Dick and their inevitable divorce, she mostly avoided her old friends.
Maybe part of her just wanted to show off that she kind of had her life together now.
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"This be not the Pearl," he mused aloud. "There be far too many--"
And that's when he was tackled by a dozen radio squirrels.
"Aye," he said, bemused. "There be far too many squirrels."
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"OMIGOD," she squealed. "Fandom! It's been, like, weeks since I've been here!!!"
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"We're in Fandom?"
Old Lace gave a little snort of surprise, and then immediately trotted off to go antagonize the flamingos.
Sigh.
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