Mother-in-Law

By THECURSOR

Rating: PG-13

Genres: adventure family humour

Keywords: marriage

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Chapter 1

Mother-In-Law


By THECURSOR

Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I own nothing

A/N: While you don’t NEED to, it would be nice if you read Mom and Dad and Self-Sealing Stem Bolts since this is a sequel to that.

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Ensign Charley Tucker’s jaw dropped when he saw the luggage stack nearly to the ceiling of the waiting room of DS-1’s Diplomatic Services office. They were huge and heavy looking, one or two of the ornately carved trunks seemed to have been made out of solid gold and looked like it was pretty much in the same weight class to boot. Silently he prayed those were just the A-Shift back log from yesterday.

With a shaking hand, he reached over to the assignment list searching for his name. And he found it…right next to the luggage mountain’s corresponding claim number.

He groaned.


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In the future, there would be no ‘Diplomatic Services’ division on Starfleet space stations. Foreign dignitaries would be asked to bring their own porters and not rely on poor unfortunate ensigns trying to cut their teeth on busy work and heavy lifting.

Not to mention that in the future this kind of pulling and dragging would be done with the aid of an anti-grav sled, not Charley’s own wiry half-Vulcan muscles which flexed and sweated as he pulled the largest of the trunks down the hallway to the Kriosian embassy suites on the outer edges of the station.

While his face and ears favored his father, Charley was very lucky that his body strength favored his mother. Because if it hadn’t, he most certainly would have strained something important by now. God, what kind of horrible monster could possibly be cruel enough to another living being? Who would be this heartless?

The door to the Kriosian embassy slid open before he even got halfway there and the most gorgeous creature Charley had ever seen stepped graciously into the hallway. Actually, Charley wouldn’t’ have said that she stepped, he would have sworn she floated on air. She was tall and golden skinned and her hair was an amazing dark color like some kind of black satin. Her face was…well, right now it was twisted into an ugly sneer but Charley could just imagine how pretty she would look if she smiled. “Where have you been? I’ve been waiting for over an hour!” She was long and lean and dark skinned and…and…screaming at him.

A string of alien curses followed as the Crown Princess of Krios Prime unleashed a scathing havoc on him that would have made even the most seasoned Starfleet Admiral blush. But at that moment all Charley could think about was how pretty her mouth looked when it pronounced the words ‘lower species’. Distantly he remembered a line from an old movie he once saw with his father and found himself on the verge of regurgitating it to express just one iota of how he suddenly felt at that moment.

She remained unaware of his feelings. “On my planet we’ve executed servants that are far faster than YOU!”

“A-as you wish.” Nerul’s face twisted into a mask of utter confusion as she stared a hole through the human worm before her. Then it returned to her previous sneer. “Are you mocking me?”

“No.” He said seriously and without his trademark stutter, “I would never...”

Nerul was suddenly very uncomfortable with this man’s gaze, it seemed very genuine and un afraid. He was looking at her…like she was the greatest thing in the universe. There was an unmasked adoration that even her most loyal subjects never seemed to have. “I want this organized and in my room within the hour is that clear?”

“Yes ma’am.”

“Good.”

She briefly noted, before the door to her room closed, that he was MILDLY attractive for a human.


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One year after Mom and Dad and Self Sealing Stem Bolts

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“They here yet?”

Charles Tucker III was pacing and forth on the front porch of house as he waited, very impatiently, for his son and daughter in law to be to finally arrive. Sitting patiently on the porch swing, his wife T’Pol was far calmer about this entire affair.

Naturally she was eager to meet her son’s bride to be; especially after all that had occurred on Deep Space One last year. This woman must have some amazing qualities to make her son put his very career in jeopardy simply for the right to see her. But that was no reason to get overly emotional. At this point her husband’s panicking would only serve to create a problem when Charley finally arrived. “Charles, they are not late. You have no reason to worry.”

“I ain’t worryin’.” Trip whispered in an impatient growl, “I’m just…” Trip couldn’t even put his feelings into words at that exact moment This was such a big moment in the history of his family, in his son’s life. His boy was getting married and that was making him…a little crazy.

He rubbed the back of his neck sheepishly as he found himself facing one of his wife’s more cutting glares. “All right, fine I’m worrying. Happy?”

She opened her mouth to speak but the whir of a transporter beam cut both them off as two figures and a large pile of what looked like luggage materialized in the front yard and then an echo of a confident haughty voice filled the air.

“So this is Earth? Really Charley why didn’t you tell me you came from such a silly place, all this green.”

T’Pol found her mouth feeling very sour, like she’d just swallowed something not to her liking. She watched as the statuesque brunette removed the carefully place neck scarf and motioned to Charley to guide her by the arm to the front door. He did so, unquestioningly, smiling like a vacant fool in sheer rapture at the prospect of serving his beautiful princess. T’Pol was very displeased.

Slowly, the pair approached the porch with broad grins that neither Trip nor T’Pol shared. “Good morning, my name is Princess Nerul, daughter of Kaitaama and Vetar and betrothed to your little boy,” The tall brunette smiled again then barked a few orders to the already overloaded Charley like he was some kind of servant and motion for him to put the bags in the house. T’Pol counted only one Starfleet issue duffel bag and at least six suitcases and dress carriers that were obviously feminine, Nerul never even offered to carry Charley’s bag.

“I’m sure you’re just speechless to finally meet me.” Nerul said with supreme confidence.

T’Pol bit her tongue, Tucker made a fist.

The girl kept talking.

“Still, no reason to make Charley carry all this, I’m sure your servants will take it from here.”

Tucker just spoke evenly and softly, trying not to scream at her. “We don’t have any.”

Nerul looked genuinely shocked, like Tucker had claimed there was no breathable air in the house. “No servants?”

Trip just stared at her, T’Pol made a fist this time.

Nerul still didn’t shut up. She returned to her happy stride as she entered the Tucker domicile, not even checking to see how Charley was doing with the bags. “Oh, then I’m sure your son can handle it.”

Both Trip and T’Pol found themselves silently sharing a look and were about to voice a common dislike for her when they heard the struggling whisper of a man in love.

“Isn’t she something?” Charley said as he struggled up the stairs head-over-heels.

“Yes,” T’Pol said as emotionlessly as possible, “She is.”



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