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Summary: Robert Howard wrote his Conan the Barbarian stories and novels wildly out of chronological order, and sometimes what he wrote in one story didn't match what he had already published in another. I wish these Buffy/Star Trek stories made as much sense.

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Star Trek > Other/GeneralghostwhowalksFR1843,245062,47110 Aug 0624 Aug 06No

You can choose your friends but...

Title: You can choose your friends but…
Author: Ghost who Walks
Rating: 15
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Author’s Notes: Really, I have pages and pages of notes detailing stories about Buffy, Xander, and Willow in the Star Trek Universe, but the twerp won’t leave me alone. In other news the first eight chapters of “Of the line” are in the hands of a beta reader of sorts. I don’t know when I’ll get the results of that back. The ninth chapter is in progress but I’m not sure when it will be finished.


“No way I’m I dropping out now, Esther. If you want my translation and interpretation of that codex you can wait a couple months until my graduation leave.” Cadet Jeremiah Summers looked into the display unit and tried to stare his sister down.

“Don’t call me that” she spat “I go by Elaine now. And I don’t have to wait for you ... there are others who can translate the codex.”

“Fine, no skin off my nose. I don’t really care one way or the other.”

“But” she started to back pedal “if this pans out it will be a conformation of Father’s life work it should be us who complete it.”

“Esther you are using this as just another one of your attempts to get me to quit the Academy, just like you did when Mom and Dad died.” She started to say something but he cut her off “You have my answer Esther, if the codex is legitimate it is hundreds of years old and it can wait a couple of months more. If it is a fake it won’t make any difference. Wait, don’t wait I don’t care. Either way this conversation is over.” With that last word he reached out and pressed the end communication button on the display unit. He then leaned forward and started softly banging his head into the desk. Temporal Physics is easier then dealing with my family he thought.

His communicator beeped. “This is Captain Brittain. All fourth year cadets are hereby ordered to report to Transporter Units ‘A’ through ‘C’ within the hour for transportation to the USS Reuben James.”

Good, he thought as he gathered his PADD and his tricorder, a distraction. He tapped his communicator “Cadet Summers to Transporter Unit B: I’m on my way.” Hopefully whatever was going on would be less stressful than dealing with his Star Fleet hating sister. Wincing slightly as he remembered the last family Thanksgiving in London. Yeah something nice and quiet, he snorted. Like a Borg incursion.

The End?

You have reached the end of "A Beach of Stars" – so far. This story is incomplete and the last chapter was posted on 24 Aug 06.

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