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Author: Alan Decker
Copyright: 1998

STAR TRAKS:WAYSTATION

RENOVATIONS #2:

“Gut Feelings”

By Alan Decker


“Renovations” concept by Alan Decker and Anthony Butler


Taking a last look through the report on her padd, Dr. Amedon Nelson stepped out of the turbolift into ops. Compared to the chaos of the last few weeks, Waystation’s control center was relatively quiet today.

“Greetings, Doc,” Lieutenant Craig Porter said from the science/operations console. “You’re running a bit early. Commander Beck hasn’t even gotten up here yet.”

“Well, now that the riot victims have been cleared out, the infirmary’s a bit dull. I decided to come see what you movers and shakers were up to.”

“The usual…well, if you consider holding a station together by sheer force of will the usual.” As if to punctuate that point, and ensign spoke up from one of the auxiliary engineering consoles.

“We’ve got a fluctuation in the port tractor beam emitter.”

“I’m on it,” Porter said. “Wouldn’t want that lower saucer to get away from us now.”

“No, we wouldn’t,” Commander Lisa Beck said as she walked out of the turbolift. “It was enough trouble chasing it down the first time.”

“Everybody’s already in the conference room except us,” Porter said, stepping out from behind his console. “ETA on the construction fleet is five minutes.”

“Perfect,” Beck said, heading towards the conference room followed by Porter and Nelson.

Lieutenant Commander Morales, Lieutenant Russell, and Colonel Lazlo were seated around the conference table when Beck, Nelson, and Porter entered. They quickly took their seats as Beck activated the viewscreen.

“How was the trip, Commander?” Russell asked.

“Lovely. Dealing with the admiralty is such fun,” Beck said.

“At least you got a month away from here,” Porter said.

“I missed you all,” Beck quipped.

“I’m sure,” Lazlo said.

“Except you, Colonel,” Beck snapped. She was still a bit upset about Lazlo slicing her station in half.

“I hate to break this up, but could we have our meeting and get out of here,” Nelson said.

“Fine by me,” Beck said, pressing a couple of buttons on the viewscreen. Artists conceptions and blueprints for a giant space station flashed by. “This is what’s going to be here in about five months,” Beck continued. “Starfleet has decided to do a major renovation of the station. Actually, it’s more like a complete reconstructions. Building out from two Ambassador class saucers, the work crews will expand our capacity by over 400%.”

“We’ll be huge,” Russell exclaimed. “How am I…?”

“The logistics of everything will be worked out as we go, but I assure you that Starfleet will not leave us undermanned or underdefended. Be prepared, though. The next few months are going to be a bit rough.”

“How long do we have until work starts,?” Morales asked.

“Construction begins in…” Beck checked the chronometer in the viewscreen. “Two minutes.”

“What?” Lazlo said. “What about my marines? I demand two decks of the new station for our facilties. This should have gone through me, dammit! Why wasn’t I informed?”

“You just were,” Beck said. “Now, we’ve got to get everyone off of Waystation before things get started.”

“Where are we going to put them?” Morales asked. “We’re overcrowded as it is. There’s no room on ships for…”

“Relax, Walter,” Beck said. “The answer will be clear shortly.” On cue, several large vessels dropped out of warp just outside the conference room viewport.

“Tug ships?” Russell asked. “What’s in the cargo containers they’re pulling.”

“Our new home,” Beck said. Several more ships dropped out of warp. “Those cargo containers have been fitted with life support systems and altered to house living accommodations. We’re going to connect the modules to create a sort of make-shift station.”

“Waystation Village,” Porter said.

“Exactly. I need all department heads to coordinate moving their staffs. Each department will be given a module to use as an operations center. Commander Morales will be coordinating.”

“I will?”

“Let’s get to work people,” Beck said.


Doctor Nelson left the conference room wondering why she bothered to write a report at all. With this move going on, her medical update seemed a bit pointless. How in the world was she going to set up an infirmary in a cargo module anyway?

“Doctor,” Commander Beck said, walked up beside Nelson. “I think we’ll be able to grant that leave request. I’d guess your staff can probably handle the move without you.”

“Great. Thanks,” Nelson said unenthusiastically as Beck headed into her office. She could feel the Midon symbiont move a bit inside her. The move was going to be bad enough, but neither of them were happy about taking leave either.

“Leave? Where are you going?” Porter asked.

“Home,” Nelson said, as she and Porter headed into the turbolift. “My parents’ 40th wedding anniversary is coming up.”

“Sounds nice. When was the last time you saw them?”

“About two years ago.”

“Two years? So they haven’t met…” Porter pointed at Nelson’s stomach.

“No, they have not.”

“This should be fun. How have they been taking the whole Midon thing?”

“They don’t know about the whole Midon thing.”

“Yikes.”

“I’m not sure how they’re going to take it either. They get a little strange when things happen to their little girl.”

“Somehow I can’t picture you as anyone’s little girl,” Porter replied.

“You haven’t met my parents.”

“So, how are you going to break the news?”

“I have no idea. It’s kind of like I eloped and didn’t tell anyone.”

“Maybe no one will notice. It’s not like you’ve got a slug sticking out of your head or anything.”

“So you’re saying I should just avoid the issue,” Nelson said.

“Exact-a-mundo.”

“Not a bad plan.”

“Just pack plenty of your unlogi. You two get very edgy without it.”

“We’re very dead without it,” Nelson said. “That drug maintains the delicate balance between my system and…”

“Amedon, I know. I was just kidding. Go home and have a good time.”

“Right. It’ll be loads of fun,” Nelson said as the turbolift slowed to a halt. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have to beam over to the lower saucer and pack.”

“You make it sound like that’s my fault.”

“Oh, I’m not blaming anyone,” Nelson replied. “I’m sure that absolutely no one is responsible for slicing Waystation in half.”

“Well, it sure wasn’t me.”

“No, but a good engineer would have it fixed by now.”

“There you go getting edgy on me. Pump some drugs into yourself and relax.”

“Goodbye, Craig.” The turbolift doors started to close.

“Don’t forget to send me a postcomm,” Porter shouted just before the lift shut completely.

“Great. Greetings from Hell. Wish you were suffering here instead,” Nelson muttered.


“Mom! Hello! Is anyone here?” Nelson entered her family home on Delfor Colony slowly, hoping against hope that maybe, just maybe, her parents would be out somewhere and spare her the welcome home humiliation.

She took a few steps inside then spotted the banner hanging down from the second floor bannister.

WE MISSED YOU, LIA!!!

This did not bode well.

“Lia! Honey! Is that you?” her mother’s voice called from upstairs.

“Yeah, Mom,” Nelson replied.

“Lia?” Midon’s consciousness asked.

“Short for Amelia. It’s Mom and Dad’s pet name for me,” Nelson thought.

“We are Amedon.”

“Not for the next couple of days. Please just play along.”

“I have little choice.” Midon replied then melded her mind back into Nelson’s.

“Oh, my baby! My baby! My baby!” Harriet Nelson shouted, running down the stairs to embrace her daughter. She grabbed Nelson and squeezed as tightly as she could, forcing Nelson’s symbiont into some uncomfortable positions.

“Tell her to be more careful!” Midon snapped

“How are you, Mom?”

“Just lovely,” Harriet said. “Let me get your father. He’s outside with his roses.”

“No surprise there,” Nelson said, following her mother to the rear of the house. The entire backyard was a sea of red blooms. “Wow, Dad’s been busy.”

“Garden club champion two years running. I’m sorry we had to take down your swing set, dear. He needed more room,” Harriet said consolingly.

“That’s okay. Really.”

“Ozzie! Oswald! Amelia’s home.”

Without warning, two arms wrapped around Nelson from behind and hoisted her up into the air. She screamed in surprise.

“Gotcha!” Oswald Nelson shouted warmly, spinning his daughter around a few times.

“I do not like your family so far,” Midon commented.

“Dad, put me down,” Nelson said.

“What? Is it against regulations to have some fun with your dad?” Oswald said, gently placing his daughter back down on the carpet.

“Don’t you think I’m getting a little big for that?” Nelson said.

“As long as I can lift you, you’ll never be too big. Now, where’s your luggage?”

“I just have a travel case by the door,” Nelson said. “I can take it upstairs.”

“You do remember where your room is?” Harriet said.

“Yes, Mom,” Nelson said, catching the meaning of the remark. “I wasn’t away that long.”

“Not long? Two years is not long? We’ve barely even heard from you since you left to go study those slug-things out in some galactic backwater.”

“I couldn’t get away. And my current posting is a bit hectic.”

“Waystation. Yes, we heard,” Oswald said. “Sounds to me like Starfleet’s giving you some crappy assignments.”

“I’ve pretty much been able to do what I want to do,” Nelson replied. “My research has been moving along well. In fact, my Trill/Brakto connection hypothesis has been a bit difficult to substantiate, but I am starting to find some parallel genetic development that could lead me back to a common ancestry. In fact, I’m hoping to spend some time on Trill later this year to…”

“All right. Enough with the work talk,” Harriet interrupted. “You’ve had a long trip and need to get some rest before dinner. Go on upstairs and get settled in.”

“I’ll get your bag,” Oswald said, heading off into the living room.

“Thanks,” Nelson said turning to follow her father. Her mother wrapped her arms around Nelson before she could completely escape.

“You aren’t getting away that easily,” Harriet said. “Welcome home, honey.”

“Thank you, mother.”

“Is everything okay, dear? You seem distant.”

“I’m just tired. That’s all.”

“Well, get upstairs and take a nap, silly.” Harriet gave her a light slap on the butt. “Get moving.”

“Yes, mother.”

“How long are we here again?” Midon demanded.

Nelson ignored the symbiont and headed up the stairs towards her old bedroom.


After leaving home for Starfleet Medical, Nelson had jokingly come to the conclusion that time ceased to pass for her parents once she left their sight. Other than a few more grey hairs on their heads, they were the exact same people doing the exact same things as they always had. The house didn’t change either. Nelson didn’t think that her mother had so much as hung a new painting since she left home all those years ago. At the time, she had been grateful for the distance between her family home on Delfor Colony and Earth. While they loved her very much, Nelson’s parents could be a bit suffocating at times. As the conversation downstairs had indicated, Oswald and Harriet Nelson would always think of Amelia as their little girl.

Upon opening the door to her old bedroom, Nelson saw how determined her parents’ beliefs were. Everything looked exactly like it did when she was eleven years old…right down to the Barbie Starship and Starsearcher Barbie and Ken set up by the window. Nelson was almost blinded by the neon pink paint covering the walls.

“How did you stand this?” Midon asked.

“I have no idea,” Nelson mumbled softly. Her father pushed past her and set her luggage down on the white, lacy canopy bed that dominated the center of the room.

“Do you like it?” Oswald said as he started to open Nelson’s bags. “Your mother and I thought it would bring back some nice memories. I know the backyard doesn’t look the same anymore, so I had a holographic projector mounted in the window. When you look outside, you’ll see your treehouse and everything.”

“That’s great,” Nelson said as she wondered exactly when her parents had gone completely over the edge. Holographic projectors? Didn’t these people have lives? Nelson snapped out of her thoughts when she realized what her father was doing.

“I’ll take care of that, Dad,” she said quickly, rushing over to snatch her bag from Oswald. The last thing she needed was for him to find the unlogi and start asking questions.

“Afraid I’m going to put stuff in the wrong place?”

“Not at all. I just wish to handle this myself,” Nelson replied far too stiffly. Damn that Midon.

“Whatever you say, Doctor,” Oswald said, mocking Nelson’s formality as he headed towards the door. He gave Nelson a quick hug before he left.

“Welcome home, Amelia,” he said lovingly, then exited.

“We can hide here until dinner, correct?” Midon asked.

“Yes,” Nelson responded.

“Excellent. Although this color scheme is causing me pain.”

“That’s enough.”


“How’s she doing?” Harriet asked as Oswald entered the kitchen.

“Fine.”

“Does she seem a bit distant to you?”

“She’s been gone a long time. It’ll just take her some time to readjust.”


“This is not how I pictured your childhood.”

“What do you mean?” Nelson asked.

“Your memories make it seem less…sweet.”

“I was a kid. What did I know?”

Nelson felt a wave of nausea wash over her. Her body was reacting to the symbiont again. It was time for another dose of unlogi. She pulled the hypospray out of her luggage and prepared an injection. The strangeness of being home had strained the symbiosis. Most of the time, she functioned as one being, but here Nelson and the Midon symbiont were definitely distinct. Hopefully, the unlogi would help fuse them. The two separate minds made her feel way too schizophrenic for her tastes.


As Nelson expected, the dining room was exactly like she remembered. Her parents really were living in the past.

“I made your favorite,” Harriet said, dishing a large pile of beef stroganoff on Nelson’s plate. “I’ll bet you haven’t had a home cooked meal in ages.”

“You’d be right,” Nelson said, looking at the pile of steaming, sauce covered noodles in front of her. Midon squirmed in disgust, a feeling Nelson was forced to share. Joining with Midon had radically altered her taste in food, turning her against most of the things she used to love. Her mom’s beef stroganoff used to be the highlight of the week when she was a kid. Now, it was all she could do to keep from vomiting.

“Is everything alright?” Oswald asked.

“Perfect,” Nelson replied, hoping she sounded convincing. She picked up her fork and took a big bite. Maybe once she started eating, things would be okay. She used to think this stuff was delicious. How bad could it really be now?

CHEW. CHEW. CHEW. UGGH

That bad.

Nelson forced herself to swallow and smile.

“Just like I remember,” she said weakly. Her stomach slammed into red alert mode. Containment breach imminent!

“Honey…”

“GOTTA GO!” Nelson shouted, leaping up from the table and clamping her hand over her mouth. She raced from the room leaving a stunned Harriet and Oswald in her wake.

“What was that?” Oswald asked.

“I’m not sure,” Harriet said, folding her napkin carefully and getting up to check on her daughter.


Nelson went right to bed after the dinner incident. She told her parents it was probably just the disorientation caused be being back home and on a planet instead of a station. The look on her mother’s face told Nelson that they weren’t exactly buying her explanation, but she was not about to tell them the truth. They’d never accept that their daughter was now someone else. Knowing them, they’d call every doctor they knew to see about having Midon removed.

Several hours later, Nelson was awakened by the rumbling in her belly. Hunger had kicked in at full force. That’s what happens when you skip lunch and dinner, Nelson admonished herself.

As stealthily as possible, Nelson got out of bed and crept downstairs to the kitchen replicator. Now, what did she want to eat?

“One large pepperoni and anchovy pizza,” Nelson said softly. The replicator hummed in compliance, quickly producing the requested meal. Nelson took a big whiff of the steaming pizza. “Perfect.”

Nelson sat down at the kitchen table and dug in, wondering if one large would be enough.


Harriet was pulled out of her sleep by a soft clanging noise from downstairs. She was so used to the rhythms and sounds of her house that the smallest anomaly would draw her attention. She climbed out of bed, pulled on her robe, and slipped out of the bedroom.

Moving downstairs, she could hear noises coming from the kitchen. Amelia had probably just wanted something to eat after her trouble at dinner. Figuring that she’d lend her daughter a hand, Harriet pushed open the kitchen door. The sight before her eyes stopped her cold.

Nelson was seated at the table ravenously devouring a slice of pizza. The numerous crusts scattered around Nelson told Harriet that this was just one of many slices that Nelson had consumed. Nelson herself seemed oblivious to Harriet’s presence. Her mouth, chin, and cheeks were stained with pizza sauce as she single-mindedly attacked her quarry. Whole chunks of pepperoni and anchovy plummeted off the slice to the table below.

Harriet fought the urge to scream, instead rushing back to her room while trying to push the frightful image she’d just witnessed out of her mind. What had happened to her baby girl?


Nelson awoke early feeling refreshed. Nothing like a good meal to help put you to sleep. After showering, dressing, and taking her morning dose of unlogi, she headed downstairs to breakfast. Usually, her father would have a huge stack of pancakes waiting for her. That actually sounded yummy. She couldn’t detect any aroma coming from the kitchen, though. Well, it was the day of her parents’ anniversary party. They were certainly entitled to some time off.

Harriet was sitting alone in the kitchen when Nelson entered. Nelson ordered up a plate of pancakes and sat down at the table with her mother.

“You sleep well, honey?” Harriet asked finally. Nelson was too busy shoveling in pancakes to notice how strangely her mother was looking at her.

“Fine,” Nelson replied. “The old mattress is still comfy.”

“Good. So, what are you going to do today?”

“I need to head into town for a bit,” Nelson said. To buy you an anniversary present like I should have already done, she added to herself.

“Ah.” Harriet was hoping that her daughter would come right out with whatever was wrong with her, but that obviously wasn’t happening. Perhaps a little more direct prodding. “So, what have you been doing on the station lately?”

“Not much really. I have my research.”

“Slugs, right?”

“Symbionts, Mom. Sentient beings that join with another sentient host to create a third personality.”

“Uh huh. Anything else?”

“Nope. It’s been pretty much business as usual…well, except for the station getting sliced in half and all. We’re expanding the place now. Supposedly, we’re going to be one of the largest deep space facilities in the Federation when this is all over.”

“How about you personally?”

“I’m fine. I’m not seeing anybody, if that’s what you’re getting at.”

“Just curious,” Harriet said. “I want to know what my baby’s been doing…everything she’s been doing.”

“Like I said, it’s been slow.” Nelson finished her breakfast and returned her dishes to the replicator. “I’m heading out. See you at the party tonight. Seven o’clock at The Briars, right?”

“Yes, dear.”

“Great. Bye.” Nelson gave her mom a quick peck on the cheek, a move Midon was against, then headed out of the door figuring that she’d given her mother enough quality time to make her happy.


Oswald Nelson walked by the open door of his daughter’s bedroom and couldn’t help stealing a glance inside. God, it was nice having his little girl home again. He noticed her luggage was still packed and sitting on the rocking chair in her room crushing a couple of her teddy bears.

“That girl is so lazy,” Oswald laughed to himself as he went inside to unpack for her. She may have been 32, but he could still do things for her. He put her clothing replicator chips out on her dresser and folded the couple of actual outfits she brought. Then, he stacked her padds neatly on the nightstand, but not before taking a quick look at his daughter’s work. Most of it was unintelligible to him. Biological observations and such. It made him proud to know that his little girls was so damn bright.

The final thing he came upon in the bag was a hypospray and several cartridges of medication.

“What in the world?” Oswald wondered. His mind raced. Was Amelia sick? She had been acting funny. But why wouldn’t she tell them? Unless…maybe she wasn’t sick. Maybe this was something else entirely. Quickly pocketing the hypospray and drug cartridges, Oswald headed down to the kitchen to find Harriet. She was gazing out the window watching Nelson walk toward town when he entered. She whirled around to face him as soon as she heard the door. They stared at each other for a few moments without saying a word, concern evident in both of their eyes.

“I’m worried about Amelia,” they said in unison.


Nelson left the seventh shop she’d visiting cursing herself once again for not buying her parents’ present earlier. What the hell did you buy for people who’d been married for forty years? Actually, she knew they’d love anything she gave them. They were sickeningly sweet that way. But she wanted to try for something special. Besides, it might soften the “Mom, Dad, I’m now joined with a symbiont” conversation that was bound to occur sooner or later…just hopefully not on this trip.


“I think I’ve figured it out,” Harriet said, taking a seat at the kitchen table. Oswald ordered a cup of coffee from the replicator and sat down across from his wife.

“She hasn’t been incredibly sneaky about it,” Oswald said.

“Then you know?”

“I am her father. I can see these things.”

“Then what do we do?”

“I don’t know.”

“I can’t believe my little girl’s pregnant,” Harriet wailed.

“Pregnant!” Oswald exclaimed.

“Of course,” Harriet said. “The vomiting. The bizarre eating habits. And her stomach does look a little bigger.”

“Then what are these?” Oswald asked, pulling the hypospray and cartridges out of his pocket and setting them down on the table.

“Drugs?”

“That’s what I think.”

“OUR DAUGHTER’S AN UNWED PREGNANT DRUG ADDICT!!!” they both screamed.


Crap. Crap! CRAP! How hard could it be to find a present for two old married people? This was getting ridiculous.


“What are we going to do?” Oswald said finally after a long period of silence.

“Get through tonight,” Harriet replied. “We have a lot of friends coming to this dinner, and I’m not going to let them know about Amelia.”

“I agree, but tomorrow we’ve got to talk to her. Let her know that we know and that we’ll help her in any way we can.”

“How could this happen? She was so sweet and innocent.”

“The universe is a dangerous place,” Oswald said.

“This is all Starfleet’s fault!”


Nelson’s parents weren’t home when she got back to the house. They were most likely already at the restaurant. She was running late after trying for hours to find the perfect gift. Finally, she’d found a little out-of-the-way place selling hand-carved diamond figurines. A set of candle holders carved out of huge chunks of real diamond, not the replicated stuff, caught her eye. Sure, it seemed kind of cheap to buy some worthless rocks for her parents, but the artistry of the sculptor more than made up for that, Nelson felt.

Nelson entered her bedroom and stopped dead in her tracks. Her travel case was gone. All of her belongings had been neatly put away except for her unlogi. She couldn’t find it anywhere. Maybe her parents had just put it in the bathroom, she thought, racing across the hall. Nope. Nowhere in sight. Midon involuntarily shuddered inside of her. She was already overdue for another dose. She had to find her unlogi and fast. What the hell was she going to do? She’d just have to find a subtle way to ask her parents for it back without telling them what was really going on. She was a doctor; surely she could think of some non-threatening condition that would require occasional injections. First, though, she had to get to that anniversary dinner and find her mom and dad.


Nelson was starting to get painful twinges from Midon by the time she got to The Briars. The Head Waiter quickly escorted her to the private dining room where her parents’ anniversary party was being held. It quickly became apparent that she was the youngest person there. The long dining table in the room was filled with her parents’ friends: the Taylors, the Seavers, the Reeds, and the Keatons. It was a reunion of her old neighborhood, only without the kids…except for her anyway.

“There she is!!!” Mr. Taylor shouted warmly. He’d always been like Nelson’s second father while she was growing up. Actually, he was the person who first got her interested in medicine thanks to his stories about working for the Federation Emergency Relief Service.

“Sorry, I’m late,” Nelson said, moving to the empty chair near her mother. She could feel her legs starting to quiver as she went. Systems all over her body would start completely shutting down soon if she didn’t get that unlogi.

“How are you feeling, dear?” her mother whispered.

“Fine,” Nelson said. “Did you unpack my stuff?”

“No, your father did? Is there a problem?”

“Oh no. I just had some medication in there for my…radiation poisoning.” Oooh, not the condition she probably should have gone with.

“What? When did that happen?”

“Just recently. We had an accident at the station. I’m fine. Really. I just need that drug.”

“Well, you’ll have to ask your father what he did with it,” Harriet replied suspiciously.

“Mom, you don’t understand.”

“I’m afraid that I do. Oswald…”

“Coming dear,” Oswald called from the other end of the table. He excused himself from his conversation with Mr. Seaver and Mr. Reed and headed down to Harriet and Nelson.

“She says she has radiation poisoning,” Harriet said.

“Right.”

“Dad, do you have my hypospray here or not?” Nelson said, barely able to control her anger. Her vision was starting to blur.

“I think we…”

“NO!!!!” Nelson screamed, jumping up from the table. “GIVE ME THE DAMN UNLOGI NOW!!!”

“Honey, calm down,” Harriet said.

“Amelia?” Mr. Taylor said in shock.

“We know all about it, dear. We can get you help,” Oswald said soothingly.

“All about what?” Nelson demanded. She was started to wobble on her feet. Her vision had gone from blurred to an all-out mess with images leaping in and out of focus and seeming to rush up to her then race far away.

“Our grandson,” Harriet said. “Now, we want to know who the father is eventually, but right now our main concern is that you stop doing the drugs.”

“Pregnant?” Mrs. Seaver gasped.

“Drugs!” Mr. Keaton shouted.

“What are you talking about?” Nelson said.

“Honey, stop lying to us.” Oswald said.

“I’m not pregnant,” Nelson said. “I’m joined!”

“What did you join?” Harriet asked, confused.

“No, I AM JOINED,” Nelson said. She could feel consciousness slipping away. “I have a symbiont, and I if don’t get that drug we’ll both…”

Nelson collapsed to the floor, as her world went dark.


The next sensation Nelson felt was Midon shifting slightly inside of her. She slowly tried to open her eyes, but found herself blinded by the bright lights around her. After a few moments of blinking and squinting, she was able to make out a sunlit hospital room.

“Unnnh,” she moaned softly.

“Honey,” her mother’s voice said from beside her. She felt a hand grip hers.

“How’s my baby?” her father asked, taking her other hand.

“Weak,” Nelson said, struggling to verbalize that much.

“Don’t speak, dear,” Harriet said. “Oswald, go get that doctor.”

Nelson turned her head enough to see her father head out of the room. Harriet lightly brushed Nelson’s forehead until Oswald returned with the doctor.

“Welcome back, Dr. Nelson,” the doctor said. “My name’s Dr. Xanarbis. You’re lucky to be here right now.”

“How long?” Nelson asked.

“Four days,” Xanarbis replied. “The shock to your system was severe. Luckily, your parents hadn’t disposed of your unlogi supply.”

“At least now we finally know the whole story,” Oswald said.

“I called up that Waystation of yours as soon as this happened,” Harriet said. “A Lieutenant Porter told me all about how you almost died to save that symbiont.” So Porter told them. Nelson wasn’t sure whether to slap or kiss Craig when she got back to the station.

“That was a wonderful thing you did,” Oswald said. “Why didn’t you tell us?”

“I didn’t know how you’d react,” Nelson said. “You’re always so protective of me, and I’m not really the same person anymore.”

“But you’re still our daughter,” Harriet said. “I don’t care if you’re joined with a slug or not.”

“Thanks,” Nelson said. “Sorry I kept this from you.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Oswald said. “We’re just glad you’re not pregnant.”

“Or a drug addict,” Harriet added.

“Nope, just your run-of-the-mill 700-year-old symbiont joined to a ravishing young Starfleet officer,” Nelson said.

“Well, if you can hear me, Midon, welcome to the family,” Harriet said.

“Thanks, Mom. And, we…I can hear you. We’re the same person now. Just treat me like you always have. Only call me Amedon now and I don’t like stroganoff anymore and I need the house kept a bit cooler and…”

“The slug’s really demanding,” Oswald whispered to his wife.

“I heard that!”


And Next Time in Renovations:

The arrival of the new saucer sections leaves Yeoman Tina Jones and Lieutnent Craig Porter with the not-so-thrilling task of examing them for problems. It’s dull, boring, drudge-work…at least until Jones realizes that she’s not alone on the saucer she’s been assigned to.


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