Subject: [DarkSlash] Cat Trek of the Reman Slayers (Kitty Fantastico/Spot):Buffy/ST:TNG Nemesis C/O
Date: Thu, 30 Oct 2003 06:59:13 -0000
From: "sycoraxil" <sycoraxil@yahoo.co.nz>


Summary: Before the Not Seeing Red AU slayerettes faced off against Amy
Madison and her contingent, a small, grieving and powerful black and white
cat traversed time and space looking for a way to negate the menace of the
First and avenge her murdered husband. Then she met a dashing alien feline
Starfleet officer and...

Disclaimer: Kitty Fantastico is a Buffyverse feline and suspected familiar of
Willow Rosenberg and Tara MacLay. Spot the cat, Worf, Data, Admiral
Janeway and the Trill are creatures from the Star Trek Next Generation, Deep
Space and Voyager universe. Joss Whedon owns Kitty, while Paramount
owns the Star Trek characters. And never the twain could meet?


PROLOGUE 1: ENTERPRISE D, LATE 24th CENTURY:
              LATE COMMANDER DATA'S CABIN

As Geordi La Forge entered the cabin with Worf, a small orange feline head
raised itself from a carafe and trotted over.  When it saw its companions two
friends, it slowed, then realised that something was very wrong due to their
demeanour.  Geordi turned to Worf:
"Guess I take Spot..."
Spot sniffed a faint vestige of very familiar pheromones and leapt into the
arms of the startled Klingon, purring with pleasure as Worf took a good look at
Spot's markings:
"Geordi? This cat is a Trill."
"Hmmm. Yeah, that would explain the recurrent sex changes and that is
definitely a symbiont pouch."
Spot reached up and touched Worf's communicator with a paw:
"Myup. Where's Data?"
"Huh?"
"Oh come on, guys. Of neccessity, the Trill Symbiont Commission decided
some time ago to see if nonhuman hosts were compatible with the symbionts.
It turns out that Trill felines are, as well. Worf, didn't you suspect *anything?*"
"Why exactly do you keep changing sexes?"
"Starfleet Expeditionary Forces. Oh, don't look so shocked. It isn't as if I said
Section 51 or anything as vile as that."
"But you're a feline."
"Speciesist."
"And you have no opposable thumbs."
"On a multispecies starship, that isn't an insurmountable disadvantage.  I said,
where's Data?"
Then Spot registered their expressions: "No. Oh no. Please." And at that
moment, Spot let out all too feline howl of bewilderment, loss, pain and desire
for revenge.

     SIX MONTHS LATER: STARFLEET COMMAND, SAN FRANCISCO

"Admiral..." Kitty Fantastico angrily paced around her cell and glared at
Admiral Kathryn Janeway:
"Could you please explain why you have anomalous intelligence and energy
manifestations?"
"Yes. I assure you, I am not hostile. I got a strong psionic impression of a
group of predatory beings who looked extremely familiar to me. Let's just say
that I have an old score to settle with them."
Admiral Janeway nodded:
"And you were intercepted on a temporal trajectory that took you here from
twentieth century California, but we have no record of this Sunnydale place
that you state that you have come from."
"It might be the case that this is an alternate timeline, although Sunnydale was
home to a large number of paranormal beings. I wouldn't have put it past
someone there to have deliberately erased all data for purposes of
self-protection.  Admiral, the Remans are not native to this temporal period
either."
"How can you be sure of that?"
"I have some degree of magickal capabilities. I sense a powerful aura of
temporal modification around the Remans, as if they appeared here relatively
recently."
"Historical records say differently."
"Well, they would. And given the nature of the modification, it hasn't affected
your timeline until recently."  Kitty noticed a weakness in the energy lattice
and concentrated- and the forcescreen barrier flared and faded. She padded
forward:
"I want to assist you. I am not hostile. I am aware of the Vulcan mindmeld, ask
your resident Vulcan attache to scan my consciousness."
Abruptly, the door slid open and a handsome ginger tom sauntered in:
"Admiral. Ah, it seems that our visitor has decided to offer us help. I suggest
that you take up her offer."
Kitty peered curiously at the newcomer, with a Starfleet icon on his collar.
Since when did Starfleet admit advanced feline quadrupeds as officers?
He turned and smiled at her:
"My name is Spot. I take it you're Kitty Fantastico?"
"Huh? How did you know-"
"Time paradox, kiddo, involving descendants of your humans, a colony ship
and Trill-human contact.  We were told you'd be dropping in sooner or later."
"Well, admiral?"
"All right. Let me fix you up with my best crew. "

                                               TO BE CONTINUED