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This story is No. 4 in the series "20 Minutes With Booster". You may wish to read the series introduction and the preceeding stories first.

Summary: Angelus, a dark castle, and the bridge crew of the USS Enterprise. He’s got no idea what’s going on, but someone’s going to pay for it. Part of Jinni’s 20 Minutes with Angelus challenge.

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Star Trek > Star Trek - The Next GenerationBoosterFR131874042,76617 Apr 0417 Apr 04Yes
Title : To Boldly Go
Author : Booster
Rating : PG-13
Summary : Angelus, a dark castle, and the bridge crew of the USS Enterprise. He’s got no idea what’s going on, but someone’s going to pay for it. Part of Jinni’s 20 Minutes with Angelus challenge.
Disclaimer : Buffy and the gang belong to Joss Whedon and Mutant Enemy. Star Trek : The Next Generation belong to Paramount.
Setting : Pre-souling for Angelus and somewhere in the middle for Next Gen. You pick.
Distribution: Twisting the Hellmouth, FanFiction.Net, if anyone else wants it, just email and ask.
Feedback: Yes, please.
Special Thanks : Laney, a very special beta reader and encourager.

Angelus growled and turned over in his sleep. The bed was surprisingly a lot more comfortable than he remembered Darla and himself going to sleep in. The sound of voices drew him awake in an instant. As he sat up in the bed, confusion reigned. This was not the same bed. This was not even the same room.

And where was Darla? Nowhere to be seen. The voices sounded again, closer this time. Angelus grinned his trademark smile. Someone was about to die painfully. No, they’d suffer first. Then die painfully. Whistling a jaunty tune, he jumped out of the bed and started putting on the clothes on a nearby chair.

Dr Beverley Crusher was almost getting used to this sort of thing by now. Five years on the Starship Enterprise had almost inured her to waking up in a different place by now. Most of the time it didn’t involve being in some form of Victorian (or was it Edwardian?) dress and wandering around a dark castle with her fellow bridge officers, but more often than not these things happened.

She and Jean-Luc were on one of the teams that he’d assigned to search the place, and had just about finished searching the top floor when he appeared. He was tall, dark and handsome, with a look about him that suggested he needed a hug.

He came over and introduced himself as Angelus, and explained that he had just woken up in this strange place. Beverly noticed that he had a faint Irish accent that just made him sound very nice indeed.

Jean-Luc, of course, picked this moment to rejoin them and insist on them joining the others downstairs in the main hallway. If she didn’t know better, she’d swear there had been a little glint of jealousy in his eyes when he’d come round the corner to find Mr. Angelus raising her hand to his lips and kissing them. Ridiculous, of course.

Angelus was getting happier – he’d just met the most interesting woman and she’d even brought her own snack food along with her. He noticed that the tasty morsel introduced as Diana (or possibly Deanna – he hadn’t been listening too closely at that point, deeply fascinated by her delightful smooth neck) kept darting strange strained looks at him, and ducking behind the bulk of that Riker fellow.

That Worf creature looked like he could take care of himself in a fight, so Angelus made a special note to hit him first and from behind. The blind man, and the albino looking guy could be safely ignored – they didn’t look strong at all. Oh, this was going to be so much fun….

The bald one introduced him to all the others and demanded to know just what was happening. “That would be me, Jean-Luc,” came a voice from behind Angelus. He could have sworn that there was no-one there before, but hey! Everyone’s allowed one mistake, right?

Turning to look, there was a strangely dressed man in tight fitting red and black clothing, with a broad smirk on his face. “Q!” said the bald man in a tone of absolute disgust.

At last – someone he could torture for answers, thought Angelus happily and leapt at him. Shifting to his vampire face in mid jump, he tackled this Q fellow and pinned his arms behind him. Fangs poised just above Q’s neck, he looked at the others and snarled “Tell me what’s going on here or I’ll kill him!”

They didn’t look impressed by the threat. In fact, they almost seemed to be smiling… the bald one WAS chuckling! What the hell was wrong with these people? Didn’t they care about their friend?

Suddenly, he found himself frozen and unable to move the slightest muscle. “Okay”, sneered Q, slipping out from his grasp. “Looks like vampires and fearless vampire hunters is not your cup of tea, after all Jean-Luc. Maybe… cops and robbers? Broadway musicals? I know! Robin Hood!”

He snapped his finger’s and the crowd in front of him disappeared, with the bald man’s cry of “Don’t you dare….” trailing off as they went. Q turned and studied Angelus dispassionally. “My, my, my.. What a fascinating study of pure aggression and deviousness. I shall definitely have to keep an eye on you.”

He sighed theatrically. “Unfortunately, time flies and I’m a tiny bit busy with old Jean-Luc and company right now, so why don’t you go back home and play safe now.” He snapped his fingers and the world turned white for Angelus.

Munich, 1867
Angelus sat up straight in bed, waking Darla in the process. “Dammit!” he practically shouted. “That had better have been a dream!” Eventually soothed back to bed by Darla, he snarled just before drifting off “Ha! See if you ever find me working for any bloody Powers! That’ll be the day!”


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