Fic: Emotions (non-sga)
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libra_travellerTitle: Emotions
Author: libra_traveller
Fandom: X-Over - Star Trek N.G./MacGyver
Rating: G
Summary: Data’s temporarily stranded in our time.
Author’s Note: I wrote this because my sister challenged me too. I had her write a crossover between Xena and Buffy… hers had monkeys in it.
June 28, 2005. The crew of the starship Enterprise D took a short cut through time. I was stranded on the planet Earth as they left me as they went off to fix a discrepancy in the time line. I decided to wait for their return in a coffee shop called Starbucks. I ordered myself a Tall Mocha Frap and a raspberry lemon slice of bread. Luckily, I was left with a few dollars to my name. It was then that I noticed a fifty year old male in an orange t-shirt, khakis and a cowboy hat. He nursed his black coffee by a table in the corner of the shop. I decided to be friendly and introduce myself.
“Data of the Starship Enterprise and you are?” I raised my hand out in greeting.
He gave me a surprised smile. “MacGyver of the Ford truck.”
“You are part of the Ford conglomerate?”
“No, it’s my ride.” He gestured to the chair across from him.
I sad down politely. “Do humans, I mean people come here often?”
“Sometimes everyday. Where’d you get your gold suit?” A simple inquiry.
“All officers are provided with a suit that matches their rank.”
“And what’s your rank?”
I found myself laughing. “I honestly don’t recall but the suit matches the color of my skin does it not?”
“You could say that. So what brought you into town?”
Now I could not tell the truth so I improvised, something I did on occasion. “My friends and I were taking a trip. They abandoned me when something came up.”
“That sure bites, but they’ll be back, right?”
“I am sure they will be on time.” I smiled to myself. It is only recently that I am able to make jokes.
“You seem well versed. I’m wondering if I could share a problem I’m having?” He leaned across the table.
“Go right ahead.”
“Well, I have this guy that pretty much amounts to my arch-enemy. Now I thought that Murdoc, that’s the guy, was dead. I seem to keep making that mistake. When I’m trying to catch him he keeps distracting me with ‘talk’. How do I prevent his escape the next time I run into him?”
“I suggest that you have a group of people converge around him then disarm him with a well placed joke. I find that can stop a conversation quickly.”
“Hey, that might work.” Very charming this man. “Can I return the favor? Anything you need some advice on?”
“Well, lately I find myself having trouble controlling my emotions. I tend to get angry at my fellow crew and I do not wish to be mean. What would you suggest I do?”
“There’s always counting but I think if you were to take a second and change your attention to something pleasant then you might be able to let go of that anger.”
“I do have a cat I adore. So if I were to take time and think of my cat instead I could as you said, ‘let go’ of my anger. I will try that.” I saw a crew member about to enter the shop. “My friends have returned, it was nice speaking with you MacGyver.”
“You too, Data.”
Author: libra_traveller
Fandom: X-Over - Star Trek N.G./MacGyver
Rating: G
Summary: Data’s temporarily stranded in our time.
Author’s Note: I wrote this because my sister challenged me too. I had her write a crossover between Xena and Buffy… hers had monkeys in it.
June 28, 2005. The crew of the starship Enterprise D took a short cut through time. I was stranded on the planet Earth as they left me as they went off to fix a discrepancy in the time line. I decided to wait for their return in a coffee shop called Starbucks. I ordered myself a Tall Mocha Frap and a raspberry lemon slice of bread. Luckily, I was left with a few dollars to my name. It was then that I noticed a fifty year old male in an orange t-shirt, khakis and a cowboy hat. He nursed his black coffee by a table in the corner of the shop. I decided to be friendly and introduce myself.
“Data of the Starship Enterprise and you are?” I raised my hand out in greeting.
He gave me a surprised smile. “MacGyver of the Ford truck.”
“You are part of the Ford conglomerate?”
“No, it’s my ride.” He gestured to the chair across from him.
I sad down politely. “Do humans, I mean people come here often?”
“Sometimes everyday. Where’d you get your gold suit?” A simple inquiry.
“All officers are provided with a suit that matches their rank.”
“And what’s your rank?”
I found myself laughing. “I honestly don’t recall but the suit matches the color of my skin does it not?”
“You could say that. So what brought you into town?”
Now I could not tell the truth so I improvised, something I did on occasion. “My friends and I were taking a trip. They abandoned me when something came up.”
“That sure bites, but they’ll be back, right?”
“I am sure they will be on time.” I smiled to myself. It is only recently that I am able to make jokes.
“You seem well versed. I’m wondering if I could share a problem I’m having?” He leaned across the table.
“Go right ahead.”
“Well, I have this guy that pretty much amounts to my arch-enemy. Now I thought that Murdoc, that’s the guy, was dead. I seem to keep making that mistake. When I’m trying to catch him he keeps distracting me with ‘talk’. How do I prevent his escape the next time I run into him?”
“I suggest that you have a group of people converge around him then disarm him with a well placed joke. I find that can stop a conversation quickly.”
“Hey, that might work.” Very charming this man. “Can I return the favor? Anything you need some advice on?”
“Well, lately I find myself having trouble controlling my emotions. I tend to get angry at my fellow crew and I do not wish to be mean. What would you suggest I do?”
“There’s always counting but I think if you were to take a second and change your attention to something pleasant then you might be able to let go of that anger.”
“I do have a cat I adore. So if I were to take time and think of my cat instead I could as you said, ‘let go’ of my anger. I will try that.” I saw a crew member about to enter the shop. “My friends have returned, it was nice speaking with you MacGyver.”
“You too, Data.”