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Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW: Troubled Waters (TOS; PG-13 Ch,Sa Chff 1/1)
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Hope you guys like this. Life has not put me in the writing mode so it is a
miracle I got this out.

Bert



Title: Troubled Waters

Author: Bert (AKA T'Ryl) 
E-mail: robertaclark@buckeye-express.com
Rating: PG
Pairing: Ch,Sa

Summary: Response to a challenge on Christine's day during the Whale Song
Disclaimer: Paramount owns Trek & all that live within its realm. 





The walk from her office to Starfleet's main control center was short. It
was just a quick jaunt from one side of the Academy to the other. Since it
was such a beautiful day she decided to take her time. As it was she was not
due until 0700 hours. With it only being 0600 hours she could take a moment
to stop and enjoy the surroundings.  



Christine basked in the brilliant sunrise the day had to offer. From the
spot she stood on the grounds of the Academy she could watch the sun come up
over the mountains.  It cast its reddish-gold rays upon the Golden Gate
Bridge, giving a fiery brilliance to the freshly renovated structure. San
Francisco was, without a doubt, her favorite spot. The rolling hills,
moderate temperatures, and diversity of ethnicity completely and utterly
captivated her. This was the one place on Earth you could entertain thoughts
of meeting countless different races both human & non-human. 



Already, this was going to be a day she dreaded being indoors. Birds sang
their sweet songs of spring, flowers where awake and in full bloom. She drew
in a deep breath, taking in the early morning aromas. 



"Dr. Chapel," The unmistakable voice of Ambassador Sarek snuck up behind
Christine. 



"Ambassador Sarek, how wonderful to see you again," she said as she turned
to smile at him.  "I must admit I am surprised to see you here so early." 



Sarek stood posed with his hands behind his back, drew up a brow, and then
admitted, "It is simpler to plan the strategy of my debates if I surround
myself in tranquil environments."



Christine's upper lip formed a half smile. She couldn't agree more these
grounds where very peaceful, especially early mornings like this. "I do my
best thinking on mornings like this." In fact she had been doing some major
thinking when he arrived. She looked at him carefully,  "How is Spock?"



He waved his hand to a bench, "Spock is undergoing the re-training process."



"I heard that. How is it coming?" She asked as she sat upon the bench. 



"The retraining process is a cumbersome ordeal. With Spock's human side it
will prove even more tedious for him." 



Christine looked at Sarek confused, "I am not sure I understand sir." 



"I re-programmed the computer to add a few human emotions on the request of
my wife." His calm face wore thin when he talked of his wife. 



Noting the subtle change Christine asked, "How is the Lady Amanda?"



The normal reserved Sarek looked at the doctor's compassionate eyes and
recalled the gentle nurse that worked with him after his heart surgery years
before, on the Enterprise. It was the same sense of caring that allowed him
to break down his walls and talk of his wife's condition. "She is frail,
though she hides it quite well from our son. Every day she taxes her body in
attempts to help Spock relearn, she takes months off her life." He looked at
the doctor in the eyes, "she has a form of leukemia that hits humans after
years off Earth." Sarek's face almost looked to frown, "I should have
returned her to Earth more."



"She has D'Syas's Disease then?" The cancer was a self mutating form that
claimed the lives of humans that had found a home on Vulcan. The disease was
named after the first claimed victim Richard D'Syas.



Sarek only nodded.



She sighed, she was really no help. Her eyes looked into his hoping he could
feel her compassion. This was something he would have to deal with. "Well."
Just as Christine began to speak her communicator chirped.  With a sigh she
answered, "Chapel here."



"Dr. Chapel, Admiral Cartwright has asked you come to Emergency Operation on
the double."



"What's wrong?" She mumbled to herself. "I'll be right there," she said
before she closed the communicator. Then turning back to Sarek she
apologized, "I am sorry perhaps we can finish this talk later." It would
give her a chance to gather some new information on D'Syas's Disease.



"Of course Doctor," he turned in the direction of the Federation President's
office. 



~-~ 



The minutes passed far too quickly into hours. Soon the gentle sunny day was
filled with a wall of water. Frantic reports came in from all over the
Federation. Ships left without power, operating solely on reserve systems.
Those with the capability were attempting to compensate with solar sails to
try to acquire enough power to prevent drifting into the gravitational pull
of a stellar body.



Even as the delayed reports came in from dead ships, Earth was beginning to
take on a less than tranquil look of its own. 78.6% of the planet was
shrouded in a massive cloud. The decreased area for solar radiation and
increased cloud coverage caused the surface temperature to rise. Thus the
polar caps further melted to cause an influx of water to the already over
taxed oceans. It would only take hours for a second ice age to flood over
the planet from pole to pole. 



Soon the violence that had manifested itself took its attention to the
oceans themselves. Thousands upon thousands of gallons of water were
vaporized taking the already depleted ocean life with it.  



The onslaught of rain and ionization of the atmosphere began to tax the land
masses in a fierce manner. Entire plates began to shift causing disruption
in land masses. 



With in what is known as the 'ring of fire', (an area that spreads from
Chili to Alaska then over to Russia and down just past Australia) small
islands that had risen from the sea bottoms with the aid of volcanic
eruptions were once again submerged. The Great Barrier Reef was now nothing
more then a mound of chalky murk.



Even the towering land mass of Atlantis, which had been fabled to exist,
found itself land locked between the African and South American coasts,
which served as the only positive effect of such a traumatic experience.



Power that was derived from the sun light was vanquished and the toil was
quickly noted. The ionization of the air was having a detrimental effect on
the control of static electrical build up. This in turn further compensated
the effects of the power breakdown. The more the negative ions of the upper
atmosphere collided with the positive ions of the lower atmosphere massive
electrical storms were produced causing raging uncontrollable fires. 



Christine was swamped with incoming calls from all over the surface of the
planet begging for help she could not easily disperse. She felt sick, from
the mere thought she could do little to help millions of people. She had no
time to weep when the news came in that the chain of islands that made up
the pacific island belt was submerged and millions of inhabitants and
visitors were now in a watery grave. 



All she could do was to send out a search party for survivors but the search
area was well over 2000 square kilometers. "Lt. Anderson." she stopped as
she heard Sarek's voice say to send out a planetary distress signal. Her
thoughts went from finding survivors to figuring a way to evacuate 127
billion life forms off the surface of a dying planet. Even with power the
task would be monumental. Starfleet, at its best, was only capable of
removing less than .001% of the population. A small number compared to those
that would find a sure death. Tears began to flow from her eyes, first for
all those that had already perished, but also for those yet to perish. 



Soon her somber ears heard the scratchy voice of the cavalry. It was none
other than the mighty James T. Kirk, some thing about a way to stop the
ultimate annihilation of Earth. Whales? What did she remember about whales
other than they, like their dolphin cousins, were no longer alive on Earth.
Time Travel? Why would they go to such dangerous lengths to save a planet?
What if something went wrong? That was a possibility. Then she saw Spock in
the back ground. If he was there and close to the mind he once was, he would
see them through. 



A smile broached Christine's lips, until she hear the words "Get him back"
and Sarek's "Look". To which she saw a Klingon bird of prey screaming into
the Golden Gate Bridge through the wall of rushing water.  



As the sky cleared Sarek looked to Admiral Cartwright, "It would be wise to
send a rescue party for our rescuers."



The Admiral nodded, "of course Ambassador." He looked to Christine, "Would
you care to lead the rescue party?" He knew she had a relationship with the
saviors. 



Christine smiled, "yes sir!" She was surprised he even felt the need to ask.




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