**Desdemona Barrett-Brown and Trevor Elis** ***** Event Horizon Lounge ***** **Simultaneous with Children of the Past** Dedemona settled herself into a chair in the otherwise empty Vanguard, sipping a cup of hot Oolong tea and watching with avid fascination as Trevor Elis pruned a terrestrial orchid. It was not the action at which she marveled, but rather the context, which was this: the Vanguard was presently hurtling through a Borg conduit. Since resigning his captaincy and taking on a civilian position as a xenobotanist, Elis had somehow managed to loose all interest in the goings on of the Vanguard other than those which brought him in contact with new species of flora. So complete was his disinterest that Desdemona was almost positive that he currently had no idea where the ship was or what it was doing. When the Vanguard finally began to shudder under the stress and he slammed his pruning clippers down in annoyance, Desdemona laughed out loud. "What?" Elis looked around at her. "Have I done something amusing?" "Kid, you've got no idea," Des put her cup down on the table, and it clattered to the floor. She rose, steadying herself against the rocking ship, and went to his side. "Has it not occurred to you that we could get blown to smithereens any minute now?" "Thought had crossed my mind," Elis admitted, absently sliding a had around her waist while giving the orchid an apraising study. "And knowing that, you're still interested in touching up this little flower--" "Mormodes colossus," Elis supplied. "Right. We could be blasted to space dust at any moment and you really care if your mormodes colossus plant is all trimmed up?" "Well, if it is the last thing I do in this life, it's worth doing right, isn't it?" Desdemona chuckled. "You have been spending entirely too much time around me." "I'll be the juduge of that," Elis grinned back at her, but the smile had vanished from her face. "Des? What's wrong?" The ship had stopped shuddering and Desdemona looked around her as if expecting a change. "Des, what is it?" "We've moved through time. I'm almost sure of it." Elis straightened up, running a hand through his short-cropped hair. He knew that Desdemona, an El-Aurian, was sensative to temporal changes among other things. He had come to trust her instincts as well as he did his own. She went to her console behind the bar and tapped a key. The message played on the bridge only a few seconds before echoed through the almost-empty lounge: >> =/\= "Greetings, Vanguard! We are tri-honored and have been hap-expecting you! It is not every due day that we have the chance to meet-encounter our ancestors. We pray-hope you will join us..." =/\= << They stared into each others eyes as they listened to the relayed message. "Curiouser and curiouser," Desdemona said quietly. ***** OoC: giggle, giggle... I was planning on writing and posting this tomorrow, but it wanted to be done tonight. Andy, thanks for the fire, and the lighting thereof under my non-posting behind. :) __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com ************************************************************* USS Vanguard: http://ncv80221.netfirms.com/default.htm Vanguard Archives: //www.freelists.org/archives/ncv80221 Gamma Fleet: http://gammafleet.trekplayer.com/ FreeLists: //www.freelists.org *************************************************************