giftee: @maegfen
prompt: 1)Reunion – Mirror Lorca and Prime Michael are (somehow) reunited post S1
slightly added in prompt 2)Away mission as well.rated T for some swearing
a/n: i tried to put some actual plot in this but it just didn’t want to happen. dear @maegfen, i hope this does your amazing prompts justice ❤
For all intents and purposes, the war has ended, but its haze of paranoia still lingers. Paranoia, that turns out to be more justified than not when the whispers of a Klingon-made biological weapon are confirmed through Starfleet’s top secret communication channels. This in itself would not have concerned USS Discovery, had the weapon in question not been, allegedly, running on a spore drive.
Commander Michael Burnham chewed on her lip as she listened to this news. Apparently, she has the privilege of going on a mission to gather more intel and, preferably, acquire the weapon plans. Admiral Cornwell seemed more reluctant than usual to send someone into a possible- if not likely- death trap. Michael wondered how many friends, crew and colleagues she has lost during those months the Discovery was absent.
And that is why, a very short while later, Michael stands in a narrow alley on a small, barely habitated moon just off Starbase 343, staring at some teashop’s back door, just meters away from the assigned meeting point.
She checks her communicator, but neither Tilly nor Saru have made contact yet. She decides that’s probably a good thing, and opens the door.
Michael finds herself in a nondescript room, plain walls, no windows. She walks a slow circle around the room, observing, cataloguing. It passes as an office, barely. A makeshift desk and a chair, some PADDs strewn about. A small collection of strange artefacts crammed into a suitcase lying next to the desk. She leans forward to inspect them more closely, careful not to touch just in case they’re as dangerous as they are bizarre.
She finds nothing that tells her who the person she’s here to meet is, or what their motives for helping the Federation are.
Her snooping is interrupted by the creak of the door opening and before she even has the time to turn around, a familiar, gravelly voice calls out.
“Hello Michael.”
She freezes, eyes widened in shock, adrenaline level spiking. She’s motionless for barely a heartbeat before instinct kicks in and she swiftly turns, phaser already in hand.
Gabriel Lorca stands in front of her, whole and very much alive.
Her mind races with possible explanations to what she’s seeing, her eyes roving over his form trying to make sure it’s not an illusion, a trick. Michael doesn’t know who or what’s in front of her, but she knows she doesn’t trust him.
“How?”, she demands. To her surprise, her voice doesn’t falter. “I saw you die, how are you here?”
Lorca grins. “Calm down Michael, you look as if you’ve seen a ghost.“
The attempt at a joke falls flat since he might as well be. His face is pale and sunken, the blue of his eyes highlighted by the dark bags underneath. Yet there he is, alive and unharmed. Holding her gaze and pointedly ignoring the phaser aimed at his chest.
Tag: st:disco fic rec
I Know Not Why I Worry…
I got @thousand-miless as my recipient for this wonderful exchange. The prompt I have written for them is: Lorca gets injured. Michael is surprised by how worried she is. Instead of dealing with it she hides. A confrontation follows.
Set post S1, with a couple of adjustments to canon that you’ll soon discover! I hope you all enjoy!
Rated: G
With the exception of a few hurried movements and some barely contained whispers in small alcoves of the corridors, there was little to indicate that anything was different aboard the USS Discovery. The ship was holding its position 12 light years from the nearest planet, home to a small population of a relatively unknown race that had links to the new, united Klingon empire. The crew were recovering and analysing the results of the latest mission, the same mission that was supposed to have been simple and inconsequential in the grand scheme of the post-war Federation.
However things, Michael had learned swiftly, rarely went completely to plan.
The comms badge pinned to her chest chirped again, but Michael continued to ignore it as she rushed through the dark corridors, avoiding eye contact with all of the other crew members she passed. News of the incident had spread like wildfire through the ship, although Michael had been on the bridge to hear the mayday call first hand. Six members of the crew had traveled down to the planet for the diplomatic mission, and while six had returned, there was a strong possibility that one of the number would succumb to his injuries.
As Michael walked through the corridor, determined not to break into anything that could be considered a run, her mind raced back to the last time she had been summoned by her captain to the medical bay. It had been, she finally decided, the day that they had intercepted the Enterprise; the day they had received their latest prisoner.
That had been 8 months, 2 weeks and 4 days ago.
8 months, 2 weeks and 4 days since their so called victory on Qo’noS, since they intercepted the Enterprise, since her brother had informed her that someone had followed Discovery back from their trip into the alternate universe.
It had been 8 months, 2 weeks and 4 days since Gabriel Lorca had reappeared in her life.
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