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First Contact

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This story is No. 1 in the series "But Never Broken". You may wish to read the series introduction first.

Summary: This just might be the beginning of a beautiful friendship. Written for the Fic A Day challenge.

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Star Trek > Star Trek 2009grundyFR131501065,41417 Aug 0917 Aug 09Yes
Disclaimer: Joss created Buffy, Gene Roddenbury created Star Trek. I created this.


Faith stared out at the stars. Oh, the irony. Angel had once dared her to try to be better than her past. Aim for the stars- at least if you miss, you’ll still be in heaven. She hadn’t aimed for them, but she was going to die among them.

She and Buffy had known that to stop the ritual an insane vampire had started to bring about the end of the world, the blood of a Slayer would be necessary. Faith had known she was signing up for a risky proposition when she volunteered. But it had become second nature for her and B to protect the younger Slayers whenever possible. So she had gone.

She had achieved her goal. The ritual had been stopped, the world had been saved. Only drawback was Faith being sucked through a portal into what seemed to be outer space. It was cold beyond anything she had ever known, even during her homeless days. But that was a secondary concern, really.

It wouldn’t be a concern for long. She had no idea how long a human body could last without oxygen, but she doubted she had more than a minute or two left to enjoy the view, much less worry about the cold. At least she knew Angel had been right about the heaven part.

Just when she was starting to feel the tingling in her head and graying at the edges of her vision she knew heralded unconsciousness, something blocked out the stars. It was big, it was impressive looking, and she was fairly sure it wasn’t natural. As her oxygen deprived brain tried to process it, knowing it would be the last thing she’d ever see, the world dissolved around her.

When it reformed, she was inside. What she was inside, she didn’t know, but that was really secondary to the fact that wherever ‘inside’ was, it was filled with life-sustaining oxygen. She took huge breaths, letting the precious air flood her starved lungs, and wondering who had been responsible for her reprieve.

Rolling onto her back, the first thing she saw was a man leaning over her with a look of concern.

He yelled something Faith couldn’t understand, and there was the sound of hurrying footsteps.
Faith was confused. She’d thought he was a man, but now she saw his ears were weird, and he didn’t feel human.

“Lie still,” he said, his voice unexpectedly gentle. “You are safe now. You are aboard the Romulan mining vessel Narada. A doctor will be here soon.”

What the hell’s a Romulan? And how did I get aboard?

“Thanks,” she replied, noting as she did that it hurt to talk. She must have the worst case of frostbite ever.

“Can you tell me your name?”

“Faith Lehane. Who are you?”

It wasn’t quite the question she wanted to ask, but she couldn’t seem to convince her mouth that conversation would become less painful if she kept talking. The man smiled.

“I am called Ayel.

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