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"Okay, Mr. Stoppable, you'll have to leave now," ordered Doctor M'Benga, who was in charge of Sickbay now that McCoy had left with Spock.
"I'll see you later, KP," Ron said as he reluctantly rose from his chair.
"Try to stay out of trouble, okay?" Kim joked.
"Me? Trouble? Never!" Ron jested in return.
Ron tried to look indignant but couldn't help grinning. He then leaned over, ran his fingers through Kim's bangs and kissed her on the forehead. "Love you," he said softly.
"Back atcha," she replied. "Now get out of here so they can run these treatments. I so want to go home."
M'Benga watched Ron leave, then turned to Kim, a hypospray in hand. "I'm going to give you another sleep aid before I begin this part of your treatment."
"I'm ready," Kim said.
M'Benga pressed the medical device against her arm and moments later she was asleep.
Kim woke with a start as the alert blared throughout the great starship.
She looked around. She was no longer in a biobed in the original Enterprise's Sickbay; instead, she was in her bed on the Enterprise-E with Ron beside her. She shook her head as her tousled-headed husband woke up. What a ferociously weird dream, she thought. We're so going to have to talk about that Diablo sauce Ron insists on putting in the chimeritos …
Kim quickly set aside thoughts of food and dreams, however as she activated the comm unit by her bedside.
"Bridge, this is the Captain," she said "What's the sitch?"
"A Borg cube has just dropped out of trans-dimensional space, Sir," the officer on duty replied.
"I'm on my way," she said. "Stoppable out."
Kim and Ron exchanged a glance. He jumped out of the bed and hurried to the adjoining cabin in which their twins were sleeping.
Kim, meanwhile, pressed another button on the comm unit. "This is Captain Stoppable speaking," she announced to her crew. "All hands to battle stations. Repeat: all hands to battle stations. We are about to engage the Borg."
By the time Kim had donned her duty uniform, Ron had roused the children and now held each of the toddlers by the hand. "Take care of Johnny and Mim or you are so busted," she whispered to him as the family of four embraced.
"Will do, KP," he replied softly. "And don't forget – I've got your back."
"I know," she said, before she broke the hug and hurried to her bridge, knowing her husband would fight to the death before he let any danger come to their progeny.
"Multiphasic shielding is operational," Yori announced, "and all weapons are on-line."
Kim nodded then pressed the comm button on the arm of her command chair. "Mr. O'Brien, sitch me."
"The warp core's secure, Captain," the Irishman replied. "Multi-variant, oscillating shields are functioning at 100 percent."
Kim switched channels.
"Dr. Crusher, status report?"
"We're ready for casualties, Captain. Emergency medical service teams have been deployed throughout the ship."
"Mr. Nog?" Kim then inquired of her helmsman.
"Redundant navigational systems are engaged," Nog announced. "We're prepared should main navigation be hit."
Kim looked at her first officer, who returned her gaze.
"With all of our improvements," Tuvok said, "I estimate a 87.23 percent chance of prevailing in this encounter."
"I can work with that," she replied as she considered the Federation's past encounters with this most determined and deadly of foes. "Take us in, Mr. Nog," Kim ordered. "One quarter impulse."
"Aye, Sir," the Ferengi said. "One quarter impulse."
Kim looked at her chronometer, then to her Vulcan first officer, and grinned.
"This was the crew's best performance since we left Space Dock, Possible-sama," Yori said. "It is most doubtful that any other ship in the fleet could even approach our readiness."
Kim smiled with satisfaction at her security chief. Long gone were the days when Yori Tanaka was someone she considered a foe. Service together in the Dominion War had changed that, allowing the ninja to regain the trust and confidence of her onetime cabin mate, who was now her commanding officer.
"Spankin'," Kim replied, falling into slang from her teen days. "Keep up the good work."
"I do not understand the relevance of corporal punishment to this situation," a clearly confused Tuvok said.
"Captain, may I?" an enthusiastic Nog requested.
"Please and thank you," she said, bemused by the oddly fraternal bond that had been forming between the Vulcan and Ferengi.
"It's an Earth colloquialism," the young Ferengi explained knowingly. "It means the Captain is pleased."
Kim nodded her head in confirmation of what her helmsman had just said.
"I see," Tuvok replied, his arched eyebrow making it clear to one and all that he found such linguistic oddities to be illogical.
"Anything else?" Kim asked her senior officers and bridge crew. When none said anything, she rose from her place at the head of the conference table. "Well, then, tell your people they did the Enterprise-E proud. Now if you'll excuse me, I'm going back to bed."
After Ron tucked each of the twins under their covers and gave each a kiss on the forehead, he turned off the lights and returned to the main sleeping cabin. There he found Kim sitting on their bed, wearing his old high school football jersey. She'd claimed it as her nightwear shortly after they were married. Even though the garment was frayed, even threadbare in places, and would no longer withstand daily use, she still pulled it out when she was feeling romantic.
"I'm pretty sure that's not standard issue," Ron said as he sat down next to his wife.
"And you became an expert on Starfleet uniform regulations when?" she asked playfully.
Ron rubbed the back of his neck. "Okay, you got me," he confessed.
"You bet I do," she purred as she pulled him in for a slow kiss.
"Booyah," he said when it was over.
Kim and Ron lay there, looking at one another. She began to play with one of his ears. He was surprised when her expression began to grow pensive.
"What's up, KP?"
She remained silent, then kissed him again. "It's awful to be away from someone you love."
"Yeah, I know what you mean," he agreed. "I knew you had to be on the bridge, but …"
"Not just that, Ron," she said. "I had the weirdest dream. It started out horribly."
"Man, I did, too," he said, wrapping his arms around his wife. "You, you …" he stammered, not wanting to even utter the words.
"I was dead, wasn't I?" she said softly.
Ron nodded. "But then you weren't," he said, his relief clearly discernible. "You'd gone …"
"… Back in time," she said. "To Kirk's Enterprise."
"Yeah …" Ron said before he slapped his head. "Not another shared dream! When will it stop?"
"Who knows," she said. Beverly Crusher and Deanna Troi, among others, could still not come up with an explanation for the unpredictable, shared, subconscious experiences that Kim and Ron shared. "We haven't had one of those in a while, have we?"
"Nope," Ron answered. "Man, that last one ... It still tanks that Jon never found Mim."
"At least you found me," Kim said reassuringly.
"Hey, Rondo knows a good thing when he sees it," he replied. Enjoying the comfort of holding Kim, he began to relax. Then a goofy grin began to spread across his face.
"Okay, spill," she said, as she shifted and propped herself on her elbow.
"I was just thinking how good you looked in that Starfleet miniskirt," Ron confessed. "Sure, those old uniforms were sexist, but talk about babealicousness …"
Kim smirked at Ron. "I don't know if I should be offended or flattered."
"Kim, Kim, Kim," Ron said. "You know I'm all about the flattering, never about the offending."
"Good," she said as she snuggled next to him. "Make sure it stays that way."
"Should I take that as an order?" he responded.
"Please and thank you," Kim said before she cupped Ron's face in her hands and drew him in for another kiss …