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Xmas fluff
This is pure Xmas fluff for everyone who seems to be obsessed with Christmas / Buffy stories. Let me know if there are any problems, I'll probably post it to archives tomorrow.
It's a sequel to my BtVS / Deep Space Nine story Omphalos, and you should really read that first.
Note: Story for the Fonts of Wisdom Christmas thingy. I suppose it's also suitable for the Twisting The Hellmouth FFA challenge, though as far as I know this particular combination of characters hasn't been requested.
This is a BtVS / Star Trek: DS9 crossover, and sequel to my earlier story Omphalos. You really need to read that first, if you don't this story won't make much sense and will spoil your enjoyment of Omphalos. All characters belong to their respective creators, and this story may not be distributed on a profit-making basis.
Playing Cupid
by Marcus L. Rowland
Things were quiet in Vic's Lounge that Christmas Eve. Vic was singing his way through a medly of seasonal songs, but most of the customers seemed to have taken the evening off.
Julian Bashir was thinking about heading home when the girl walked in. A tall brunette, beautiful, in her early twenties, there was something about her... her clothes, of course. Jeans and a midriff-revealing tank top, about fifty years too late for the setting. She couldn't be part of the program. Julian had a vague idea he'd seen her before, but couldn't quite remember where, so raised his glass and hoped that she'd remind him.
"Hi," said the girl, sitting at the bar. Julian took a closer look, noticing a small silver stud piercing her navel, and faint traces of scars on her arms and midriff. Definitely real. The barman came over and took her order, a white wine. She pulled out a five dollar bill and paid him, and seemed surprised by the amount of change she was given.
"New in town?" asked Julian.
"I've been through before," said the woman, "a few months before the war ended. In fact we've met. Dawn Summers."
The name rang a bell, though Julian couldn't quite remember the circumstances. "I'm sorry, but..."
"I think you were kinda preoccupied when we met," said Dawn. "You had a ward full of Klingons to treat."
"I remember. Quark's bar. You bought ice-cream for Dax and me, and a prune juice for Worf."
"That's right," said Dawn, smiling. "How are they anyhow?"
"Taking a second honeymoon."
"And Captain Sisko?"
"I didn't realise you knew her. She's still off with the Prophets."
"Umm... she is? Well, I guess she'll come back when she's ready."
"So... what line of work are you in?" asked Julian.
"I'm a student. Ancient languages, mythology, that kinda thing."
"Terran?"
"Mostly, though that can take in more territory than you might think."
"How so?"
"There's more than one version of history."
"You're with Temporal Investigations?"
"Not exactly."
"I hope you're not going to tell me you're a time traveller, from... oh..." he looked at her clothing again, "the early twenty-first century."
"Bingo. Twenty-oh-seven if you must know, and four or five dimensions across from this one."
"Right...."
"That's cool, you don't need to believe me."
"I've heard stranger things," said Julian, deciding to humour her. "So what brings you to Deep Space Nine?"
"Actually," said Dawn, "you do."
"Me? I'm flattered, but..."
"Huh. You should be so lucky."
Julian laughed, and said "Okay, so I'm not the man of your dreams. What then?"
"I'm playing Cupid."
"What?"
"To quote someone, 'Do I have a girl for you.'"
"Do you?"
"Yeah. You guys should have been together, but I kinda messed things up."
"I don't understand."
"Okay... let's say hypothetically that I'm really a time traveller, and I really did something that changed your past, the past of this entire universe."
"Hypothetically. Okay."
"Now ignoring the time line that this one replaced, most of the people I knew in this universe came out of it okay, apart from some weird shit like Sisko being a woman instead of a man, and some did a lot better. Jadzia is alive, for one thing."
"What?" This time it was so loud that some of the customers looked up.
"You're repeating yourself. Long story, and it never happened this time. Short version, she was dead, Worf was alone, and when the war ended you were getting it on with Dax's new host. Nice girl, you're gonna like her, even without Dax on board."
"And you changed things so that it never happened?"
"Yeah, it kinda slipped by when I was fixing something else. And we got on pretty well, I was kinda sorry to see you short-changed."
"What were you fixing?"
"Trust me, you really don't want to know."
"And now you're going to introduce me to some woman I've never met, tell us we should have been lovers, and leave us to get on with it."
"More or less."
"You're out of your mind."
"Nope. Okay, she ought to be here in a minute, I'm gonna have to split." She finished her drink and walked out. Julian watched her to the door. As she went out a Trill woman in an evening dress came in. Outside Dawn said "Tabula Rasa" and put a small crystal into her pocket.
"Are you all right?" Julian looked at the attractive Trill woman who had just taken the seat next to him, trying to work out why he had been staring at the door when she came in.
"Yes, I think so. Just a little tired, I think, it's been a long day. Oh, I'm Julian Bashir."
"Ezri Tigan."
"Pleased to meet you. Can I get you a drink?"
"Thanks. What would you recommend?"
"Unless you're used to twentieth-century drinks I'd suggest something simple, like a glass of red wine."
"That sounds good to me."
"So what brings you to Deep Space Nine?"
"Work. I'm the new station Counsellor."
"Right, I heard someone new was coming in. I'm Chief Medical Officer. Welcome aboard."
"Thanks." She took a sip of her wine and smiled. "That's good."
"Vic keeps a good cellar, so to speak. I'll introduce you when he finishes his act."
"Introduce me to a hologram?"
"Long story, but he isn't an ordinary hologram. Cheers. Oh, and merry Christmas"
"Cheers. And... what's the right phrase? A happy something?"
"New Year." said Julian, "You know, I have a feeling that this could be the start of a beautiful friendship."
"We've only just met."
"Sorry, I have a bad habit of quoting old movies."
"What's a movie?"
"Well you see, back in the nineteenth century...."
Outside Dawn smiled, concentrated, became a shimmering vortex of green energy, and disappeared towards the wormhole and home.
Edited to fix stupid mistake
It's a sequel to my BtVS / Deep Space Nine story Omphalos, and you should really read that first.
Note: Story for the Fonts of Wisdom Christmas thingy. I suppose it's also suitable for the Twisting The Hellmouth FFA challenge, though as far as I know this particular combination of characters hasn't been requested.
This is a BtVS / Star Trek: DS9 crossover, and sequel to my earlier story Omphalos. You really need to read that first, if you don't this story won't make much sense and will spoil your enjoyment of Omphalos. All characters belong to their respective creators, and this story may not be distributed on a profit-making basis.
by Marcus L. Rowland
Things were quiet in Vic's Lounge that Christmas Eve. Vic was singing his way through a medly of seasonal songs, but most of the customers seemed to have taken the evening off.
Julian Bashir was thinking about heading home when the girl walked in. A tall brunette, beautiful, in her early twenties, there was something about her... her clothes, of course. Jeans and a midriff-revealing tank top, about fifty years too late for the setting. She couldn't be part of the program. Julian had a vague idea he'd seen her before, but couldn't quite remember where, so raised his glass and hoped that she'd remind him.
"Hi," said the girl, sitting at the bar. Julian took a closer look, noticing a small silver stud piercing her navel, and faint traces of scars on her arms and midriff. Definitely real. The barman came over and took her order, a white wine. She pulled out a five dollar bill and paid him, and seemed surprised by the amount of change she was given.
"New in town?" asked Julian.
"I've been through before," said the woman, "a few months before the war ended. In fact we've met. Dawn Summers."
The name rang a bell, though Julian couldn't quite remember the circumstances. "I'm sorry, but..."
"I think you were kinda preoccupied when we met," said Dawn. "You had a ward full of Klingons to treat."
"I remember. Quark's bar. You bought ice-cream for Dax and me, and a prune juice for Worf."
"That's right," said Dawn, smiling. "How are they anyhow?"
"Taking a second honeymoon."
"And Captain Sisko?"
"I didn't realise you knew her. She's still off with the Prophets."
"Umm... she is? Well, I guess she'll come back when she's ready."
"So... what line of work are you in?" asked Julian.
"I'm a student. Ancient languages, mythology, that kinda thing."
"Terran?"
"Mostly, though that can take in more territory than you might think."
"How so?"
"There's more than one version of history."
"You're with Temporal Investigations?"
"Not exactly."
"I hope you're not going to tell me you're a time traveller, from... oh..." he looked at her clothing again, "the early twenty-first century."
"Bingo. Twenty-oh-seven if you must know, and four or five dimensions across from this one."
"Right...."
"That's cool, you don't need to believe me."
"I've heard stranger things," said Julian, deciding to humour her. "So what brings you to Deep Space Nine?"
"Actually," said Dawn, "you do."
"Me? I'm flattered, but..."
"Huh. You should be so lucky."
Julian laughed, and said "Okay, so I'm not the man of your dreams. What then?"
"I'm playing Cupid."
"What?"
"To quote someone, 'Do I have a girl for you.'"
"Do you?"
"Yeah. You guys should have been together, but I kinda messed things up."
"I don't understand."
"Okay... let's say hypothetically that I'm really a time traveller, and I really did something that changed your past, the past of this entire universe."
"Hypothetically. Okay."
"Now ignoring the time line that this one replaced, most of the people I knew in this universe came out of it okay, apart from some weird shit like Sisko being a woman instead of a man, and some did a lot better. Jadzia is alive, for one thing."
"What?" This time it was so loud that some of the customers looked up.
"You're repeating yourself. Long story, and it never happened this time. Short version, she was dead, Worf was alone, and when the war ended you were getting it on with Dax's new host. Nice girl, you're gonna like her, even without Dax on board."
"And you changed things so that it never happened?"
"Yeah, it kinda slipped by when I was fixing something else. And we got on pretty well, I was kinda sorry to see you short-changed."
"What were you fixing?"
"Trust me, you really don't want to know."
"And now you're going to introduce me to some woman I've never met, tell us we should have been lovers, and leave us to get on with it."
"More or less."
"You're out of your mind."
"Nope. Okay, she ought to be here in a minute, I'm gonna have to split." She finished her drink and walked out. Julian watched her to the door. As she went out a Trill woman in an evening dress came in. Outside Dawn said "Tabula Rasa" and put a small crystal into her pocket.
"Are you all right?" Julian looked at the attractive Trill woman who had just taken the seat next to him, trying to work out why he had been staring at the door when she came in.
"Yes, I think so. Just a little tired, I think, it's been a long day. Oh, I'm Julian Bashir."
"Ezri Tigan."
"Pleased to meet you. Can I get you a drink?"
"Thanks. What would you recommend?"
"Unless you're used to twentieth-century drinks I'd suggest something simple, like a glass of red wine."
"That sounds good to me."
"So what brings you to Deep Space Nine?"
"Work. I'm the new station Counsellor."
"Right, I heard someone new was coming in. I'm Chief Medical Officer. Welcome aboard."
"Thanks." She took a sip of her wine and smiled. "That's good."
"Vic keeps a good cellar, so to speak. I'll introduce you when he finishes his act."
"Introduce me to a hologram?"
"Long story, but he isn't an ordinary hologram. Cheers. Oh, and merry Christmas"
"Cheers. And... what's the right phrase? A happy something?"
"New Year." said Julian, "You know, I have a feeling that this could be the start of a beautiful friendship."
"We've only just met."
"Sorry, I have a bad habit of quoting old movies."
"What's a movie?"
"Well you see, back in the nineteenth century...."
Outside Dawn smiled, concentrated, became a shimmering vortex of green energy, and disappeared towards the wormhole and home.
Edited to fix stupid mistake
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The only thing I might like to see a bit more of — but which doesn't really fit with your writing style — is emotional nuance between the characters, rather than just straight dialogue.
Other than that, I'm glad you paid a return visit to the Omphalos 'verse. I find it amusing that Sisko is a woman this time around, and I can't help but wonder what changed along the line to affect
hisher chromosomes.And darn it, now I want to know what a female Sisko is like compared to a male Sisko.
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I'm pretty sure that a female Sisko is a lot like the male one, only probably not quite so interested in baseball.
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Also, to give you a bit of perspective, I suspect most people won't find this to be as saccharine-sweet as you do — though believe me, I understand where you're coming from.
No matter how you view it, though, it was a nice coda to the story.
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The only thing that struck a less than positive note was the lack of "that" or "which" or some such in the first half of this sentence: Julian had a vague idea he'd seen her before, but couldn't quite remember where, so raised his glass and hoped that she'd remind him, and an omitted pronoun in the second half. These may well be matters of style, though.
At any rate, I thoroughly enjoyed the story. Thanks for sharing it.
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I wanted to go to bed early last night, quickly check LJ and saw this. Obviously, I had to read Omphalos first and after i had finished it all, it was past 2am...
As I've never watched much Buffy, I've skipped those so far but I've seen a lot, if not all of Star Trek, this was exactly the right thing for me.
Well done!
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http://www.tthfanfic.com/story.php?no=1027
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And now I have a mental image of Buffy with a stake in a strap-on harness killing vampires with hard pelvic thrusts. Help!