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ST:TNG X-MAS PARTY


(Timeline - Somewhere around seasons 4-5)


Deanna Troi sat in Worf’s quarters, on his sofa to be exact, patient as ever, and perhaps feeling even a little bemusement at the circumstances she now found herself in. Her legs were crossed, and the one over the other even started to jig a little in anticipation.

“Computer, what’s the time now?” she asked the empty living area.

“The time is 1830 hours.” The computer replied.

“Come on Worf, we’re going to be late!” she now stood up and started to walk over to Worf’s sleeping area where he was presently changing.

As if the Klingon could hear her footsteps, a gruff voice called out warningly, “I am not yet ready!”

Deanna curtailed around and went and stood by the front door. “The party for the children would have already started by now.”

“I am aware of the passing of time, Counselor.” Worf replied, but still it was a detached voice coming from his sleeping area.

Just then the doors to his quarters whooshed open and in came Alexander, running so fast that he collided with Troi.

“Is my Father ready yet?” Alexander asked.

Deanna had to smile. The small Klingon child looked so adorable dressed as a little elf! He wore a red and green jump suit, with small pointed red velvet shoes and a cap. She knelt down to be at his eye-level and said in a patient voice, “I think your father is going to need some encouragement.”

"Father, please!” Alexander immediately whipped around. “You said you would! You promised!”

“I am aware of what I said, Alexander.” Came Worf’s reply.

“Then please come! All of the other kids are waiting! Jeffrey Somers’s mother says he’s going to have to leave to go to bed soon!” Alexander scowled.

“I do not believe Lt. Jennifer Somer’s put her children to bed at only 7 PM.” Came Worf’s voice again, with the man still hidden behind his sleeping area.

Deanna watched the little Klingon square off his shoulders defiantly, take a deep breath, and then go in to find his father. She marveled at the same stamina and stubbornness that had passed from father to son. Then she heard his voice say in surprise, “You’re already dressed!”

She stood up just in time to see Worf being led out of his room by his son, but the difference to this from the normal scenario was that the usually proud Klingon was not holding his head up high. In fact, it almost looked buried in a long, bushy, white beard of his Santa Clause costume.

“Counselor, I protest! I am not a fat jolly fellow!” Worf, the angry Klingon inside the Santa suit glared menacingly.

“You look fine, Worf, really!” Deanna beamed, and for a brief moment raised her hands to her mouth to hide a giggle. “The two of you really do look the part. Santa and his Elf.”

“I am glad Commander Riker is not here to see me like this.” Worf fumed.

“Come on, Father! We’re late.” The little Klingon started to tug the bigger Klingon towards the door.

“It was because Commander Riker wasn’t here that we asked you to do this.” Deanna reassured him.

“I envy Commander Riker… even a six hour Starfleet Diplomatic Symposium would be preferable to this. I would even rather be trapped in a collapsed mine shaft on a Demon Class planet than be doing this.” Worf growled under his breath.

“Here’s your bag of goodies.” Deanna picked up a red velvet sack that was full, and felt heavy to her but Worf grabbed it from her as if it were full of feathers.

The three left the quarters and started down the corridor towards the turbo lift.

Suddenly Worf stopped and looked at Deanna. “Data! Lt. Com. Data could be doing this…”

“But he’s playing Rudolf the red-nosed reindeer.” Deanna reminded him.

“Come on Father!” Alexander started them off again, tugging at both of the grown ups this time.

“Lt. Com La Forge…” Worf started.

“He’s building the sleigh that you can fly.” Deanna replied.

“What about the Cap-” but before even Worf could finish this sentence, he received a look from Deanna that would have said were he telepathic, “don’t even go there.”

They reached the turbo lift and immediately went inside.

“Ten Forward.” Deanna told the computer, and instantly the lift began to move.

“Dr. Crusher?” Worf tried one last time.

“She’s playing Mrs Clause.” Deanna turned to face him and untangled some of his snow white beard from his furry red and white jacket.

“Come on, Father, don’t you want to do this? You promised.” Alexander pouted up at him. “You told me once a warrior has given his word, then he has to do it.”

Worf looked from his son to his ships counselor who both looked on him with the same expression. Then he straightened his back and flung his sack over his right shoulder. “I am a warrior. I am doing this.”

“You know, from the stories my own human father told me about Santa Clause, he also sounded like a warrior. No matter what the weather was, snow storms, bad fog or even through hurricanes, he always got the presents to the children.” Troi told Alexander.

“Really?” the child brightened in interest. “But what about on Gault where Father was raised? Grandma and Grandpa Rozhenko said that he would come all the way from the North Pole on Earth to bring us presents on other planets!” Alexander said excitedly. “Does this mean he has his own starship like Captain Picard?”

“Well, no. But he does have a magic sleigh that can fly him anywhere.” Deanna smiled down on the excited young boy.

“Can we have turkey for lunch tommorrow?” Alexander now turned back to his father. “Grandma made it for me Christmas last year.”

“You were on Earth last year. Now you are not.” Worf said grumpily. “Isn’t this party enough to placate you?”

“I think this Christmas party is a wonderful idea!” Deanna proclaimed. “It was a good idea of the teachers of Alexander’s class to initiate this function to look at religious festivals of Earth’s past.”

“It is not so antiquated as you may think, Counselor. My human parents have always celebrated Christmas, as well as another holiday called Easter.” Worf said flatly.

“We ate lots and lots of chocolate eggs!” Alexander beamed.

“Chocolate eggs? It sounds like my kind of festival.” Deanna smiled.

The turbo lift doors opened once again and the three proceeded to another set of doors, this time made of wood where lots of voices could be heard within.

“Ah, here you are.” Geordie La Forge came around another corner with a Vulcan ensign, pulling behind them a ‘sleigh’, or in actual terms an Anti-grav unit with the addition of two wooden slats on either side.

When Geordie saw Worf, his usual smile turned into an impossibly large grin, but to the Klingon Security Chief’s relief, the Chief Engineer remained professional and said not a word about his costume. “Welcome Santa to your sleigh. Now all we need now, is your reindeer.”

The turbo lift doors opened again from behind the party and out stepped an Android in a furry brown jump suit with hooves on his hands and feet, and wooden antlers strutting from his head. But what really got their attention was that his nose had a large red, flashing bulb. Completely oblivious from their stares, he proceeded to place the ‘reigns’ from the ‘sleigh’ over his shoulder and then looked to Lt. Worf to begin.

“Data, how did you…” Counselor Troi uttered, pointing at his nose.

“I have several power junctures in my cranial unit counselor. Geordie was kind enough to let me borrow one of the signal lights from one of our alert nodes.” Data answered in his usual even demeanor.

“Well, it looks like we’re ready to get started.” Geordie announced. “If um, Santa, would be so good to hop onto his sleigh with his bag of goodies, we can get this over and done with.”

“I am not sure this can carry my weight.” Worf looked at the anti-grav ‘sleigh’ a little distrustfully.

“She can carry two metric tonnes at a time, so Worf, she can certainly carry you.” Geordie patted him on the back. “Besides, Mrs Clause has been in there for the last half hour promising the kiddies that Santa was on his way. We hold them off for much longer and pretty soon our Chief Medical Officer is going to need a doctor of her own.”



To be continued... next christmas!




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"A wedding gown?? Mother, stop! You're telling me you're not going to be naked at your own wedding?"

Deanna to Lwaxana Troi - ST:TNG

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