Equilibration (Trek uberfic -- UPDATED 8/2/04)

[jixer]

Hello Kittens-



Well, the captain can see it, the counselor suspects, and even the plants probably know. Now to get the girls to see it. Perhaps if everyone just casually brings a relationship flowchart and piece of romantic art and then ties them to their seats.



Loving this CaptMurdock. I'm interested in seeing how you deal with the Maquis/Dominion/Cardassia tangle. Trek never resolved a bunch of questions.



Thank you for this,



Jixer

[TareBearRS]

Nice update.

I sure hope Tara and Willow get a chance to talk things out soon.



Let's just say that I have a good idea, uh, what setting her thrusters operate on."



Haha great one!!!



R.

[Grimlock72]

I liked the part about Murdoch's flippancy. Sounds an awfull lot like a defense mechanism against any serious subjects. Lets hope he doesn't use it to much. The captain walking all around ship to fight boredom... good point there. On series you only see a captain who has lots of things to do most of the time. However on more 'normal' ships which are well run a captain isn't all that busy all the time.



So Devereux has lost people to 'time' as well... I figured he had lost relatives and wasn't dealing with that too well, but having lost them to 'time' is interesting. Of course Willow is indeed a nice girl, you can't help care about her



I do want to know what Tara and Willow are doing in their rooms at the moment, what are they thinking ? Willow is probably babling herself into a nice deep wormhole, she's good at that . Someone help her out of there.



Would be weird to have them both at the dinner table and hardly looking at each other. That simply wouldn't do. So here's to hoping they'll talk it over and move on.



I wonder how well Willow will do on her exam. If she not too much distracted over the holo-disaster she'll pass with flying colors probably. Big if there...



Grimmy

"You hurt Tara," Willow said too calmly. "The last one who tried that was a god. I made her regret it." -- Unexpected Consequences by Lisa of Nine

[WebWarlock]

Great and update!



Well now you are bring back some memories.



The Odyssey. Man that was a big one. One would think the Galaxy class was cursed. The Yamato, the Odyssey, Enterprise-D.



But yes, a great post and even though our girls are only mentioned in passing, they are still felt. I am glad Murdoch is protective over Willow. Course, I thought I figured out what his issue was, now I am not so sure I was right.



Looking forward to Italian.



Warlock

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Web Warlock

The Other Side,
home of Liber Mysterium: The Netbook of Witches and Warlocks

"I am just a worthless liar. I am just an imbecile. I will only complicate you. Trust in me and fall as well. I will find a center in you. I will chew it up and leave, I will work to elevate you just enough to bring you down. Trust me. Trust me." - Sober, Tool

[CaptMurdock]

Grimlock: I may not have written the passage correctly, because I think I've given you an incorrect impression:

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"—but she's a little young for me." Devereux chuckled derisively, prompting another dirty look for the counselor. "Oh, dry up. It's just, I know she feels, losing everything and everyone she loves…to time."

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It's actually Murdock who feels empathy towards Willow over losing her loved ones to 'time.' This is not to say, however, that his circumstances are like hers...



WebWarlock: Good. Keep wonderin'



Thanks for the encouragement. It's nice to know people like this story even when W&T are "offstage."



More soon!

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"Honey, in case you didn't hear me the first six thousand times: no more teleportation spells."

[mollyig]

I found it interesting that Murdock was speculating on Tara's interest in Willow being not totally professional, while Devereux, the counselor was surprised by this insight.



I can't imagine either Willow or Tara refusing Murdock's invitation, so this dinner looks like it will be entertaining.

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I happen to think mine is the level head,
and yours is the one things would roll off of.

[TareBearRS]

We want the dinner!!! We want the dinner!!!

[CaptMurdock]

Title: Equilibration



Part: Chapter Five



Disclaimer: The characters of Willow Rosenberg and Tara Maclay,as well as Buffy Summers, Xander Harris, Faith, Warren Mears and Jonathon Levinson, or the reasonable facsimiles that I employ in this story, are the property of Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy productions. The setting for the story is within the universe of Star Trek, created by Gene Roddenberry and owned by Paramount Pictures, Inc. No infringement of copyright is intended. The other characters are the creation of either myself or several colleagues who don't care what I do with them. In any case, I'm a firm believer in Kasden's Law ("If you steal from one source, it's plagiarism; if you steal from ten sources, it's research.")



Pairing: W/T (not precisely the Willow and Tara that we all know and love -- but close enough for government work.)



Spoilers: None (as this does not take place in the Buffyverse at all, we're all safe as far as that goes. As to Trek, this takes place mid- Deep Space Nine (call it third or fourth season).



Rating: PG-13.



Summary: A young 23rd-century Starfleet officer named Willow Rosenberg finds herself stranded in the 24th century. Ninety years later, Tara Maclay, an assistant counselor on the ship that rescues Willow, endeavors to help her with more than professional dedication.



Feedback: Email me at cloister@earthlink.net. Thanks.



Distribution: For God's sake, don't put this on a Trek board without asking me first! I'll lose all my street cred.



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Chapter Five



"What diplomatic convention formed the basis of the Federation-Klingon Alliance?"



"The Khitomer Conference of 2293," Willow answered.



"Correct. Isolate the specific waveform used by the Borg Collective in this subspace domain, using multi-modal reflective sorting," the computer continued. Sitting at her access carrel in the "library," Willow tapped in the appropriate commands, watching the graphic image shift in the LCARS interface.



"Correct. Identify this quasi-stellar object from the E-band subspace emission."



"A collapsing protostar."



"Correct. Resequence these DNA base pairs to eliminate the activated intron which causes Barclay's Protomorphosis Syndrome."



"Mmm…tricky," Willow muttered, quietly so that the computer would not confuse it as an answer. She tapped instructions and watched the sticklike diagrams rearrange themselves according to her ministrations.



"Correct. Using inverse phasing, reconfigure this warp field to induce Cochrane deceleration."



"Easy!" Willow snarled. Tap beep be-de-beep.



"Correct. Identify this space vessel from its EM signature."



"Um, Cardassian warship, Galor-class."



"Please be more specific. There are five distinct configurations of the Galor-class vessel."



Willow was actually a bit stuck. "Uhhh, type five."



"Incorrect. Type three is the correct answer."



Wilow huffed in disgust. "Phoey!"



"Please restate instruction."



"Continue, computer," Willow said, the sweet tone of her voice belied by her gritted teeth.



"Identify this object and its cultural significance," the computer intoned, flashing a greenish hourglass shape on the display.



Willow hissed in breath. "Oooh, I know this, I know this…Verteron-based artifacts known to the Bajorans as, uh, 'Obs of the Prophets?"



"Correct. Testing sequence completed." The computer flashed Willow's score, which was very high indeed.



"Eee-Yess! The winnah and still champeen!" Willow crowed, forgetting that she was not alone…until she heard DaKar quietly chuckling behind her. "Oh, uh, sorry, Commander. Commanders!" she amended for Commander Kolrami's benefit as she turned around.



DaKar stood up, his seemingly everpresent grin in place. "I'm very impressed. I wish some of my engineers scored this high on their requalifications."



Kolrami's expression was neutral. "I am not surprised by Lt. Rosenberg's grade. She put in well over the requisite hours in revision; why is it so amazing that she achieved such admirable results? Hard work is its own reward." She came over to Willow, allowing a hint of a smile to leaven her serious aspect. "You are very diligent, for a member of your particular species."



With as much a straight face as she could muster, Willow accepted the somewhat faint praise. "Thank you, ma'm."



"Coming from her, that's practically a marriage proposal," came the voice of the captain as he entered the room. Murdock strode over to his three subordinates. "I came to see how well you did on your requalification test."



"Flying colors, Captain," DaKar answered, handing him a PADD. Kolrami nodded in agreement. Willow tried not to look smug, but couldn't keep a smile off her face.



Murdock saw her barely contained pride and tipped her a quick wink. "Lieutenant, this is good work. And, I've gotten Lt. Thelvran's report, saying you've been requalified on your hand-to-hand and weapons."



"My bruises could've told you that, sir," Willow murmured. The three senior officers smiled, even Kolrami. Thelvran, a master of the Andorian martial art chekkah, was not as rough on science or command personnel in his workouts as he was on his security guards, but could still toss an unsuspecting ensign around the gymnasium pretty well.



"Actually," DaKar piped up, "Thel told me you had a pretty nice roundhouse kick he wasn't expecting. He was wondering where you might have picked that up."



A flash of Buffy, patiently trying to teach Willow a few moves back in the Academy gymnasium when she was in danger of flunking the self-defense course, rolled through Willow's mind. "Um, a, an old friend showed me a few tricks."



"Hmm. Well, I think we can safely say that you've passed all the necessary tests, and you're cleared for bridge duty." Murdock held out his hand. "Congratulations, Lt. Rosenberg."



Willow shook his hand, then DaKar's and Kolrami's. "Thank you, sir."



Murdock turned to DaKar and Kolrami. "Would the two of you excuse me and Lt. Rosenberg? We'll see you both tonight." The chief engineer and chief operations officer looked at one another, then nodded and left. Murdock turned back to his young officer. "The timing of this is rather fortuitous, y'know," Murdock said. "I also came to personally invite you to a dinner tonight with myself and the senior officers at Calavicci's. You do know Calavicci's, don't you?



"That's not a holodeck program-- Oh! That's one of the mess halls!"



"'Mess hall?'" Murdock grimaced theatrically. "Heavens to Mergatroid, don't let anybody hear you say that! Calavicci's is a restaurant, which serves authentic Italian food – or, as authentic as you can get outside of Italy. Or, off Earth."



Willow was amazed. "Um, not to be nosy or anything, but how do they do that? I'm assuming they don't just use the replicator?"



"Mostly not, although for things like knives, forks, spoons, tablecloths, napkins, glassware, they do stoop to using the replicator. But the food is actually cooked, in a real kitchen."



Willow was surprised to find herself nearly drooling. Although the replicators of the twenty-fourth century were a significant improvement over the food synthesizer on the old Hannibal, there was a certain blandness to the food, as if it all just came off an assembly line…which in a sense was true. You could order the replicator to produce eggs, over easy, every day for a month and it would produce them exactly the same way, make the taste exactly the same every day, even have them wiggle at you like little boobs in exactly the same fashion. It was like gambling, where every time you played Dabo or baccarat, you always won the same amount of money. No more, no less. After a while, the thrill was gone. So, just the thought of unreplicated food made Willow's stomach growl…



…all too audibly, as it turned out. Murdock looked bemused as Willow turned red. "I'll take that as a 'yes'," he concluded.



Willow burst out laughing, which Murdock joined in a second later. When the two of them had recovered, Murdock went on. "Anyway, eighteen hundred hours. Casual dress, well, maybe semi-formal, but no dress uniforms. They clash with spaghetti sauce."



"Even the command ones?" Willow asked, indicating the cranberry shoulder pauldrons.



"Well, fettucine alfredo is still a danger, so…"



"That's true, sir. Anyway, so it's you, me, the other senior officers…"



"And Lt. Maclay, as well." Willow tried to keep her expression neutral, but she obviously failed as Murdock asked, "Is there a problem?"



"Oh, oh, no, sir. Captain. I mean, you are the captain, you can invite anybody you want, perks of the job, rank hath its privileges, and why do we say 'hath', is that old English?"



"Ahem!" Murdock cleared his throat, cutting off Willow's trademark babble even as he fought to keep the smile off his face. "Lieutenant, I do know that you and Lt. Maclay spent some time together last night, only she abruptly left the holodeck before you."



"How the hell—uh, I mean, where did you hear this, sir?"



Murdock smiled. "When they make you a captain, Lieutenant, they install this wonderful subsystem in your cerebral cortex that lets you see everything onboard a starship." He was startled to see an expression of astonishment on her face, and realized that she was taking him seriously. "That was a joke!"



"Oh!" Willow nearly collapsed in relief. After all the new innovations of the last ninety years, she could hardly be surprised at anything. "Well, sir, it's like this…um, I kinda said something, uh, dumb, and she…" Briefly, Willow explained the whole thing about the arranged marriages and her ill-timed opinion of them.



Murdock sighed. "Lieutenant, I should not have to remind you that one of the fundamental tenets of Starfleet protocol is tolerance of other cultures' customs and traditions."



"I know, sir!" Willow exclaimed, exasperated. "I wasn't thinking when I said…what I said. I wanted to apologize to her but, she kinda skedaddled before I could remove my foot from my mouth."



"Mmmm," Murdock said, nodding. "Granted, I happen to think arranged marriages fell out of fashion with slavery and buying stock on margin. But, some cultures have very good reasons for it. I suggest, before you see Tara at dinner tonight, that you research the Betazoid cultural database on marital customs."



"Research," Willow. "I'm good at that."



"So I've suspected. I'll see you tonight; I've got to pretend I still run this ship."



TBC.

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"Honey, in case you didn't hear me the first six thousand times: no more teleportation spells."

[jixer]

Hello Kittens-



I like how the thought of Tara being at the meal is a trigger for Willowbabble. And the eggs reference. I've got a hunch a certain junior officer is going to be an expert on Betazoid culture by 1800.





Thank you,



Jixer

[WebWarlock]

Ohhh.



An another update. Great!



Willow's test, shades of "Voyage Home" huh? Love the little homages to Trek in there as well. They were not lost!



Great job on the Willow-bable, I think our fine young Lt. might be getting ready for her new time.



Betazed marriages. Ah, to see the look on Willow's face when she reads that entry! Better yet, are you going to treat us to one?

Keep up the good work!



Warlock

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The Other Side,
home of Liber Mysterium: The Netbook of Witches and Warlocks

"Always the same, playin' your game, Drive me insane, troubles gonna come to you, One of these days and it won't be long, You'll look for me, and, baby, I'll be gone" - Your Time Is Gonna Come, Led Zeppelin

[mollyig]

Willow proving yet again that she's the brainy type. Loved Kolrami's compliment to her. I was glad that she trusted Murdock enough to tell what happened with Tara.



This dinner is going to be much fun.

Adding up the total of a love that's true, multiply life by the power of two
Indigo Girls

[Rane018]

capt, you're not just torturing molly, you're torturing all of us! sigh... i want to read it all now. i hate patience. lol.. i like that willow feels she can trust the capt and speak so freely with him. and there's the fact he's cool and knows tara's probably smitten with willow already. from that little snippet you gave us earlier i sure hope the girls don't skip out on a goodnight kiss. at least a little one! hehe...

"We're forgetting about the troll. Let's pay attention to the troll." Tara, Triangle

[xita]

I will echo rane, I am having a problem with patience. I want to read the dinner!! But this exchange was necessary. And Willow is acclamating herself to her new life now so maybe she can start thinking of love again, how much longer can she resist Tara.. Thanks captain, look forward to more!

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Buffy?

Let's change it, the Discovery channel has koala bears.

[Grimlock72]

Heh, Willow being upset about missing a question



Oh yes, Willow is very good at research she'll study all of Betazed culture before the dinner for sure. I do recall certain aspect of Betazoid weddings regarding clothing, heh. Willow calling the restaurant a mess-hall, the good old miltary fleet days



What is a 'access carrel', esp. the 2nd word doesn't mean anything to me ? My Star Trek Encyclopedia doesn't mention it either. (nor does the TechRef for Enterprise-D).



Problem with that dinner is that it's hardly the place to talk over/fix-up problems between Willow and Tara. All those *other* people will be around, not encouraging. I'm actually somewhat amazed that neither Willow or Tara has tried to fix whatever went wrong on the holodeck, it has been several days hasn't it ?



Ah well, dinner will be nice probably. Tara or Willow in formal dress..hmmmm....



Grimmy

"You hurt Tara," Willow said too calmly. "The last one who tried that was a god. I made her regret it." -- Unexpected Consequences by Lisa of Nine

[WebWarlock]

Thanks to the magic of TNN and the gift of Pens. I get to re-live some great Trek moments and experience some new ones.



Ok, so Rodenberry or Berman never made good on their promise to include a homosexual character in Trek. But I still have to think that our girls would have faired so much better in their hands than, I don't know, someone else's.



I don't know how many hard core Trekkers are here, but let me just say that Captain Murdock's love of Trek is only seconded by his love for W/T. The attention to detail in both worlds makes this a surprisingly good whole.



One of my most favorite Trek books is "Imzadi" by Peter David (who has openly expressed his affection for W/T in the past). Not just because it is a good Trek story (it actually is sort of B grade in that respect) but because it is a story about true love winning out over everything. Over life, death, duty and time.



Here we have the same thing. True Love winning out over time, death, life and duty.



More people bought and read "Imzadi" than watch Buffy. There is reason for that. A very good one, and one that would not missed on anyone here.



Keep this up Captain!



Now won't someone please do a W/T-Dr. Who crossover!

(not Willow and Tara with the Doctor, cause, no. but travling with him..)



Warlock

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Web Warlock

The Other Side,
home of Liber Mysterium: The Netbook of Witches and Warlocks

"Always the same, playin' your game, Drive me insane, troubles gonna come to you, One of these days and it won't be long, You'll look for me, and, baby, I'll be gone" - Your Time Is Gonna Come, Led Zeppelin

[CaptMurdock]

Grimlock:

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What is a 'access carrel', esp. the 2nd word doesn't mean anything to me ? My Star Trek Encyclopedia doesn't mention it either. (nor does the TechRef for Enterprise-D).

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Okay, for "access carrel" read "workstation." Sorry about that. Sometimes my penchant for technobabble gets the better of me.



For instance in Insurrection, when Riker and Troi are researching the So'na, they are in the ship's "library" -- basically a room full of individual workstations where you can do research when you're not on the bridge.

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Problem with that dinner is that it's hardly the place to talk over/fix-up problems between Willow and Tara. All those *other* people will be around, not encouraging. I'm actually somewhat amazed that neither Willow or Tara has tried to fix whatever went wrong on the holodeck, it has been several days hasn't it ?

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Oh, they don't have that many problems to work out. It was really not much more than a misunderstanding. And it's only been less than a day; Willow took her test the morning after her and Tara's holodeck outing.

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Ah well, dinner will be nice probably. Tara or Willow in formal dress..hmmmm....

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Formal dress...with Italian food? What, are you nuts?









WebWarlock: As you probably know, Peter David is one of my favorite Trek authors, along with Diane Duane and (at least for his first book) John M. Ford. In fact, there is going to be at least one scene that's going to remind you heavily of Imzadi.



The rest of you, be good, be patient, and you might get to take a doggie bag home after The Dinner... And, thanks.

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"Honey, in case you didn't hear me the first six thousand times: no more teleportation spells."

[TareBearRS]

Of course Willow passes all her tests!! But still : Way to go.



I hope she and Tara make up soon, this is no fun.



Hope the dinner will come soon!!!



R.

[Magrat70]

hey Captain,



just caught up love the last few parts. I'm sure Willow will be able to find a way to make up with Tara (yeah I'm thinking of the bath tub again ) )



I like captain Murdock and I'm intersted in the sadness that seems to be lurking in background all the time.



I love the way you have portrayed the goofyness of Willow's character, it feels so right.



Can't wait for more

Wendy

These five words in my head scream "are we having fun yet?"



Chad Kroeger

[CaptMurdock]

The usual disclaimers and such. I just don't feel like typing them here.



Chapter 5 (continued)



"Upon follow-up interviews," Tara recited, reading from the notes on the PADD in her hand, "Crewman Steinbeck's problems seemed to stem from issues of intimacy due to alienation of affection. He believes these are caused by outside influences."



Doctor Devereux nodded as he listened to Tara's report. He sat in one of his armchairs, while she reclined on one of his comfortable couches. "So, in simpler language," he said, affecting a scholarly tone that was belied by the twinkle in his eye, "his anxiety is due to his fear that someone is shtupping his wife."



Tara couldn't quite repress her giggle. "Um, uh, yes."



Devereux abruptly turned serious again. "We'll schedule some counseling sessions with Steinbeck and his wife. It's probably more a problem of miscommunication than anything else. Is that your last?"



"Yes, for today." Tara set the PADD on the nearby sidetable, but made no move to get up from the couch. Devereux made note of the lack of her usual everpresent drive and figured that this was as good a time as any…



"I hear you and Willow spent some time together last night," Devereux said, getting up to ostensibly get his collection of PADDs organized.



"Um, yeah, w-we did, we went to the holodeck, no, f-first we got Willow some clothes, y'know, off-duty stuff, and then the holodeck." She was amazed how oddly tiring she found getting that sentence out.



"How'd that go?" Devereux pressed, shattering Tara's hopes that the older man would leave well enough alone.



Fine. She didn't feel like fencing today. "Well, you obviously know what happened. O-or think you know," she added with a hint of defiance.



Devereux smiled while he had his back turned, pleased that she wasn't going to let him get away with it. "Why don't you tell me why you abruptly left?" He turned back to her, assuming his professional demeanor.



Fighting the urge to hang her head down, Tara related to Devereux the altercation regarding her parents' marriage. "I totally overreacted," she concluded with a rueful expression. "I feel terrible about running out on her."



"Why do you think you overreacted?"



Tara blinked. She hadn't really expected the question. "Huh—I mean, excuse me?" Devereux merely folded his arms, his expression prompting her to continue. "Um, I guess I'm kinda thin-skinned on that subject."



"Uh huh." Devereux shifted his arms, placing elbows on knees, interlacing fingers. "We know that, when dealing with a patient, you have to do a little back-and-forth with them, draw upon your own life experience, empathize with them…but you don't let them push your buttons. When you are dealing with a fellow crewmember in a therapeutic setting, you do not lose your temper. Not ever."



"But I-- I didn't—" Tara started to protest.



"You weren't dealing with Willow in a therapeutic setting? Maybe not. But from Willow's point of view, you might as well have been. She's in a very vulnerable state of mind at the moment. She's come to trust you, maybe even depend upon you. In all your dealings with her, you're going to have to take that into consideration.



"Especially if you're attracted to her."



Tara bolted to her feet so fast that her vision momentarily swam. "Wh-wh-what? I-I—"



"If you're about to tell me that you are not attracted to Willow Rosenberg, I'm going to set my phaser on 'Kick Your Ass',"Devereux said calmly, as if he was discussing the best way to mix a vodka martini. He watched as Tara visibly deflating, and mentally counted seconds as he watched her expression cycle from terror to resignation to defiant indignation. "And do not tell me that it's none of my business, either. Anything that might possibly affect your job is my business."



Tara rolled her eyes. "God, are you some kind of mindreader?" she said, annoyed especially as he made such a big deal about her empathic abilities. She sat back down with a huff.



Devereux chuckled, which infuriated Tara even further. "Oh, no. Unlike you, kiddo, I have to work at being omniscient!" He cleared his throat, then continued in as serious a tone as he could manage. "Tara, you definitely have a problem. Usually it's the patient who falls for the therapist, not the other way around. Still, I can see why you're so interested in her: she's alone, forcibly transplanted in a strange time and place, grieving, needing a shoulder to cry on, attractive…"



Tara smiled shyly. "She's beautiful. And brilliant, and funny…and so sad, and so lost…"



"Mmm-hmm," Devereux replied, "And therein lies the danger."



Tara looked into his eyes, her own almost swimming. "Doctor, are-are you telling me n-not to, uh, g-get involved with W-W-Willow?"



"Whoa!" Devereux shot back, holding his hands up. "I didn't say that. Advice to the lovelorn is something I avoid in this job as much as possible. Get involved with her, don't get involved with her, marry her…that's your business, as long as it doesn’t interfere with your work, and you're not using your position as counselor to unduly influence her."



Tara stood up, a little piqued as to where this conversation was heading. "Oh, gee, I-I was planning on using my vast mental powers to hypnotize Willow into being my l-love slave, but you've convinced me otherwise. Thank you, Doctor," she concluded curtly, turning to head out the door.



"Hold it right there, Lieutenant," Devereux barked in his best command tone. Tara stopped as reflex and training taking over to turn her around to face her superior officer. Devereux stood up and crossed over to her. "Three things. One: I will not have the work we do here on this ship compromised in any way. Is that clear?"



Chastened, Tara answered. "Yes, sir."



"Two…if you ever need advice, or just to talk about this, my door's always open. Okay?"



"Okay. And thanks. What's number three?"



"Number three is, if you skip out on dinner at Calavicci's tonight, you'd better have a drastic case of Rigellian fever."



Tara dimpled. "Or it's back to Phasers on Kick-My-Ass?"



Devereux shook his head. "More like Phasers-on-Three-Spanks-and-A-Knuckle-Rub. Now get outta here."



TBC.

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"Honey, in case you didn't hear me the first six thousand times: no more teleportation spells."

[Grimlock72]

Heh, strange phasers they on board...never heard of those particulair settings before



Devereux made a good point about Willow being all lost and Tara being (primairly) her counselor. I missed that 'cos I'm fairly sure it would be best for both Willow and Tara to be together Still, it's worth remembering for Tara that Willow might view things different. Seems Tara needed someone to point her to the obvious problem she has, lets see what she does with that.



Not sure I agree with this line though: "Anything that might possibly affect your job is my business". Just keep work/private seperated, esp. when your a counselor. Hmm... how long has she been a counselor anyway ? Must go and re-read some chapters.... cyaz







Grimmy

"You hurt Tara," Willow said too calmly. "The last one who tried that was a god. I made her regret it." -- Unexpected Consequences by Lisa of Nine

[SilverWingedNemesis]

OHHHH



More more more!!



YAY!! So there's some definate attraction!! HEHE..



I am truly loving this. It is VERY different from what i'm used to..but DIFFERENT is good!!



I can't wait to see what happens!



Keep up the great work!!



~NICKOLE~

[yana]

Wow! My two favorite fanfic subjects (W/T and star trek) combined into one.



I just caught up with this fic. Very intriguing, and fun (though those upcoming Warren bits don't sound so fun). Willow and Tara are both so true to character, even though they are in completely different circumbstances than one normally finds them in. Looking forward to more!



Yana, who is now, thanks to this fic, wondering what the result would be if a Trill got vamped...

[tasha]

Well i've just read Equilibration for the first time tonight and i think it's great . My 2 favorite things, W/T and star trek, in 1 great fic, what more could i ask for! (well, that i can reasonably expect to get anyway ) I love the way you have integrated the characters we know and love into the trek universe.



I like how the story is progressing. i hope they make up soon, can't wait for the bathtub .



Keep up the good work



update soon please,



tasha

[xita]

I for one resent his intrusion, but eh, technically I suppose he's right, but nothing can stand in the way of w/t!!! And dinner still on the horizon

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Buffy?

Let's change it, the Discovery channel has koala bears.

[mollyig]

Devereux isn't exactly subtle is he? Although maybe in this case the direct approach is what Tara needed. Her uncharacteristic bitter retort about hypnotising Willow shows that he hit the mark, without even using that cool phaser he has!

Adding up the total of a love that's true, multiply life by the power of two
Indigo Girls

[neta]

Phasers set on "kick your ass" LOL, to funny.

[TareBearRS]

Yee an update!!!



Wow he's a straight to the piont kind of guy huh.

Tara didn't let him totally lead the conversationt though, good thing she didn'walk out on him cause his advice was good.



Hope for more soon, cause i want to see how Tara and Willow get along when they first see eachother after Tara walked out.



R.

[jixer]

Hello Kittens-



Reading the Counselor's phaser settings reminded me of a lot of parodies past. His points are valid, and sticky ones to boot. Now I'm waiting for dinner, and not patiently. Good Italian is made better with good company...





Thank you for your work, CaptM.



Jixer

[WebWarlock]

Captain.



Nice update. Devereux does remind me of some of the psychs I knew back when I was one myself. But he mostly reminds me of Dr. Piper, the original doctor from the original Star Trek. Decker's doctor.



I could just see Tara getting all wistful about Willow.



Looking forward to that next W/T scene. And have I been on Pens to long? I think I am actually getting excited about what they both will wear! Still Willow and Tara in dress uniforms would have been nice. There was a certain style to the mid-DS9 "dress blues".

For the non-treked Kittens. hot.ee/roosimagi/unifmain.htm

See "Starfleet jumpsuit (ST Generations, DS9, VGR)" and "Dress uniform (6th season)"



Ok. I'll stop now.



Warlock

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[TareBearRS]

Thanks for the pic Warlock.



Even though i know what the uniforms look like, this pic was funny.



R.