Indistinguishable From Magic Part 30

"The wakes, yeah." He wondered where Scotty was going with this, but he had a shrewd suspicion that he already knew. He wondered if Guinan had put Scotty up to this. "And that led you to thinking about other ships that might have suffered the same fate."

"Aye, or mainly the one. The Hera Hera."

"The readings looked pretty clear to me."

"They looked clear to me too, which is just as well. Guinan tells me that ye've had a bee in your bonnet about the Hera, Hera, and understandably so." and understandably so."

"If you're wondering whether I'm going to let the possibility of the Hera Hera's survival interfere with my-"

"No." Scotty shook his head, with a rea.s.suring expression. "I know ye won't get too distracted to do your duty. But I do wonder if ye might get too obsessed to unwind when you're off off-duty, and that would would get in the way." He poured two large measures. "So, here's some unwinding." He raised his gla.s.s. "To Captain La Forge of the get in the way." He poured two large measures. "So, here's some unwinding." He raised his gla.s.s. "To Captain La Forge of the Hera." Hera."

"I don't think I-" He paused, composing himself. "I don't think I'm going to get my mother back, if that's what you think I'm thinking. I made my peace with her loss. But if there's a chance to know why I lost her, what happened to the Hera, Hera, I have to try to find out. If nothing else, whatever happened to the I have to try to find out. If nothing else, whatever happened to the Hera Hera might happen to other ships-h.e.l.l, if the might happen to other ships-h.e.l.l, if the Intrepid Intrepid's sensors are right it definitely has."

"It certainly could prove a navigation hazard," Scotty said thoughtfully, "but let me ask you one thing. Would you be as determined if it was, say, the Lexington Lexington that had disappeared?" La Forge immediately thought of Tamala Harstad, and felt an instant stab of guilt that this was the first time he'd really thought about her since coming aboard the that had disappeared?" La Forge immediately thought of Tamala Harstad, and felt an instant stab of guilt that this was the first time he'd really thought about her since coming aboard the Challenger Challenger. He couldn't even remember what she looked like.

"No," he admitted at last. "I think there's a little bit of the child in all of us that-"

"That just wants one more chance to say h.e.l.lo to mum or dad, or granny and granddad? I think you're right there." La Forge gave a sad, silent nod. "That's the thing. When someone you're close to dies, you wish you could have them back, but you never think that if you get them back, someday you'll probably lose them again. And, the second time around, it's worse." Scotty looked at his gla.s.s from various angles. "After Jim Kirk was lost from the Enterprise Enterprise-B, it was Guinan who found me and tried to tell me that he wasn't really gone."

"That he was suspended in the Nexus."

"Aye. Of course, I didna believe a word of it. I thought she was just telling me something to take the sting off. I thought I started believing it on the Jenolen. Jenolen. The ship had crashed, life support was about to go down, and I thought about what she had said about Jim Kirk being still there, suspended in the Nexus. I think maybe that's what put the idea into my head of suspending that poor lad and myself in the transporter buffer until we were rescued." He chuckled slightly. "I didn't have this Nexus thing of Guinan's handy, so I improvised with what I had." The ship had crashed, life support was about to go down, and I thought about what she had said about Jim Kirk being still there, suspended in the Nexus. I think maybe that's what put the idea into my head of suspending that poor lad and myself in the transporter buffer until we were rescued." He chuckled slightly. "I didn't have this Nexus thing of Guinan's handy, so I improvised with what I had."

La Forge unconsciously raised a hand toward where his VISOR used to sit, as if to adjust it. "I think I'd have had an easier life if Soran had decided to just jump into a transporter buffer . . ."

"Life isn't easy, or fair. If it was, we'd all be presidents of Pacifica."

Geordi couldn't help but laugh. "When we found you, you did say something about thinking Captain Kirk had sent us."

"I was still in that last bit of belief that he'd survived, and had popped back out somewhere else." He sighed and took another drink. "And then the belief wore away. I stopped believing it. Until it turned out to be true, and by the time I heard that . . . It was too late, and the captain really was dead." He set the gla.s.s down. "I thought it would be easier to deal with, then. After all, I'd had years of having pa.s.sed the mourning stage."

"Wasn't it?"

The older man looked up with eyes that had seen far too many years, and said, "What do you think?"

Alyssa Ogawa wasn't looking forward to her appointment with the captain. She sat in her office and wished she could just be out in the main part of sickbay, getting on with treating patients. She was happier doing that, and it was all she had ever wanted to do.

She reminded herself that what she was doing now, she was doing for Noah. Having the responsibility of extra paperwork and tricky decisions was worth his safety and education.

Scotty came in slowly, and sat heavily opposite her. "Sorry I'm late, la.s.s. I had some doctorin' of my own to do."

"Self-medication isn't such a good idea."

"Don't worry, it was Geordi I was medicating." He looked her in the eye. "Well now, I guess it's time we had that little chat that you wanted to have last night."

"Captain," Ogawa began.

"I thought I had made it clear that all the senior staff were to call me Scotty."

"I know. I just . . . Look, this is hard enough as it is."

"Don't worry, Alyssa, just spit it out."

"It's not something anyone on a starship could ever feel comfortable about, telling their captain that . . . that he's not going to pa.s.s the minimum requirements for command fitness."

"Ah. And ye don't just mean because of my injuries, do you?"

"No. They're a contributing factor, obviously. I'm sorry, Captain . . . Scotty, but a younger man would recover from these injuries more quickly, and need less aftercare."

"And I'm not a younger man, by any means."

"I'm sorry." Ogawa wanted to shrivel up and disappear. She wondered how Beverly Crusher managed to do this.

"Don't be, la.s.s. You're doing a fine job, and if you're worried that you've somehow offended me, then you needn't be."

"I don't want to put you through testing. I'd rather spare you that."

"That's kind o' ye, la.s.s. There was a time once before when I retired from Starfleet, I thought it was ninety years ago," he said with a rueful smile.

"Ninety years ago? That sounds like a pretty good comeback."

"Aye, but nothing lasts forever, does it?"

"Captain-"

"Please, Scotty. Scotty. If nothing else, you'll have to get used to saying it when I-" He slumped a little in the chair, and, for the first time Alyssa could think of, looked his age. "When I'm not the captain." If nothing else, you'll have to get used to saying it when I-" He slumped a little in the chair, and, for the first time Alyssa could think of, looked his age. "When I'm not the captain."

"Scotty," she said carefully, looking for an out for the decision one of them had to take. "The command fitness requirements only apply to command."

"There are minimum requirements for the service at every level," He reminded her. "And, truth to tell, it'd be harder to stay and step down than to retire at the top."

"I thought you might see it that way."

"Challenger's my project, and the Corps of Engineers is too. I suppose I have enough pull to step across to being a civilian specialist."

"Well, I don't see you being kept out of anything you want to do."

Guinan had a neat Scotch ready as Scotty entered Nelson's. "I thought you might need this."

"You wouldna be reading my emotions, would you, Guinan? I didn't think you were a Betazoid."

"I don't need to be a Betazoid to read expressions, or to listen to what's in the offing."

"Unless there's been a breach of doctor-patient confidentiality I'm not sure what there is to listen to."

"Oh, no, Alyssa wouldn't do that. But a starship has its own voice, it's own tone. Conversations kind of get trapped in the walls and ripple through the air. You'd be amazed what you can hear if you just listen."

"Ah. And what have you heard on what pa.s.ses for the wind on Challenger Challenger?"

"That she's going to have a new captain in the morning."

Scotty nodded. "That she is," he said. The words came more calmly than he expected.

"It's not going to be easy."

"I retired once before."

"It's not going to be temporary this time."

"I b.l.o.o.d.y know that!" Scotty exploded. He slumped into a seat, but didn't touch the Scotch. "I didn't come here for that. I came here because . . . I need to be able to say things the way I really don't want to say them. Things like 'I don't b.l.o.o.d.y want to retire,' or 'I wish tae-I wish I could make ye see that I've still got what it takes even though I know I haven't."

"A good man knows his limitations."

"Who said I was a good man?"

"Everyone who knows you."

Scotty blushed. "Aye, well, that's as may be, but sometimes even a man who knows his limitations needs to . . . to rail against them."

Guinan sat across the table from him. "I'm listening."

La Forge rose from the center seat on the bridge as Scotty emerged from the turbolift for the first shift of the next day. Scotty beckoned to him, not stopping as he limped straight through and into the ready room. La Forge followed, and for once had the impression of how it must feel to be a Betazoid. There was a heavy cloud around them that couldn't be seen, but he could feel it radiating off Scotty in waves and weighing down on his shoulders.

Scotty didn't sit, but just waited for the doors to close behind them. "Geordi, we need to talk."

"Is this about your resignation?" Everyone knew the regulations, and what they meant.

"Aye. And I won't be beatin' around the bush, I'll just tell you straight out. I want you to take command of Challenger." Challenger."

"Me?" La Forge held up his hands "But . . . I'm not really in Challenger Challenger's chain of command. I'm just on attachment, and I'm happy as chief engineer-"

"Aye, and I don't blame you. I've never been happier than when I was chief engineer on the Enterprise, Enterprise, and by that I mean the original 1701, with no b.l.o.o.d.y alphabet afterwards. But things always change, and if they don't-if you don't-you stagnate. And before ye know it ye're goin' backwards." and by that I mean the original 1701, with no b.l.o.o.d.y alphabet afterwards. But things always change, and if they don't-if you don't-you stagnate. And before ye know it ye're goin' backwards."

"The Corps of Engineers, and Challenger, Challenger, hardly seem like going backwards." hardly seem like going backwards."

"Exactly. I moved on from one ship and made a bigger difference. And I might feel I was happiest before all that, but I certainly canna say I've been unhappy since." He held up a hand to forestall the protest La Forge was about to vocalize. "I already contacted Starfleet, and they agree with my proposal to promote you to captain of Challenger." Challenger."

"Leaving aside my position on the Enterprise, Enterprise, I only just came aboard a couple of weeks ago." I only just came aboard a couple of weeks ago."

"That's no bar, especially considering the situation. You're the finest engineer I've met in this century."

"You probably just haven't met enough of them."

"There's a practical issue as well. Ordinarily the first officer would step up to the plate, but of course Mister Hunt is . . ."

"Yes."

"You're second officer, which automatically makes you next in line anyway. Kat's not a member of Starfleet, so she's out. Leah's a civilian, so she can't take the center seat. Nog's too good at tactical to take away from there . . . You get the idea."

"I guess so," La Forge heard himself say.

"Good." Scotty forced a cheery grin. "Besides, how else was I going to get the excuse to get out of that center seat and back down to engineering where I belong?" He pulled the pips from his own collar. Three of them he pressed into La Forge's hand, and the other he attached to his collar. This close, La Forge could see the tears in his eyes. "I stand relieved," Scotty said quietly, "Captain La Forge."

There were a few formalities to take care of, such as the transfer of authorization codes, but within five minutes, Scotty had returned to engineering as a civilian specialist, like Leah, and Geordi had called for Reg Barclay to come to the ready room.

"Reg, I'd like to talk to you for a minute."

"Sure, Geordi . . . I mean, Captain. Yes, sir."

"It's all right, Reg, I can't believe it myself." Geordi fingered the fourth pip on his collar as if it was an irritation. "I just wanted to talk to you about the position of first officer."

"I don't want it, sir."

That, Geordi thought, Geordi thought, at least made what I have had to say a little easier. at least made what I have had to say a little easier.

"If you don't mind my saying so, sir, the job of first officer really needs a good organizer, and I know I've got some . . . Well, whatever I am, I know I'm not a good organizer. And so I know I'm not right for that job."

"Reg, seeing that we've known each other for so long, you might like to know that I did think about offering you the post . . ."

"Before deciding against it." It wasn't a question, and Reg didn't look upset or disappointed. "It's all right, sir. It's not really my field."

"Right. But I do need to shuffle the senior staff, and I do now need an ops officer and second officer, and that place is yours if you want it."

"That sounds wonderful-I mean, thank you, sir."

Geordi clapped him on the shoulder. "Well done, Reg."

"Chief Carolan." La Forge was in transporter room three, where she was supervising repairs. "I know that my coming aboard kind of cheated you out of your promotion to ops and second officer. I'd like you to accept a promotion to lieutenant commander, and the position of first officer."

"Sir, Lieutenant Nog is surely ahead of me."

"Captain's prerogative. Besides, Nog is just too d.a.m.ned good at tactical, and he'll make a great chief engineer someday."

"In that case, sir, it would be my honor."

By the next day, everything was signed and sealed. Starfleet's approvals had been entered into the ship's logs. La Forge had risen early, and knew that this was the last time he'd see these quarters. By the time he was off duty again, the few possessions he had brought to the Challenger Challenger would have been moved to the captain's quarters, his quarters. would have been moved to the captain's quarters, his quarters.

Geordi looked at himself in the mirror. Objectively there wasn't a lot of difference from when he went on duty yesterday, but his eyes were drawn straight to the fourth pip on his collar, and the collar itself was now command red instead of engineering gold.

It seemed almost like a blemish, and he toyed with the idea of wondering whether there was a malfunction in the circuitry of his eyes. Maybe the pip had been magnetized somehow and was affecting them, making them focus on it to the exclusion of all else.

He knew better. He didn't need Ogawa to check out his eyes, or a counselor to tell him what his psyche was doing. He needed to show his face on the bridge. Walking to the turbolift, and riding it up to the bridge, he almost felt that he was riding the tumbril toward the guillotine.

He hesitated for a moment, feeling all eyes on him as he crossed the bridge. After a moment, he sat in the center seat. Leah was in the seat on his left, and Carolan on his right. Reg and Qat'qa looked over their shoulders at him, expectantly.

"Engineering, are we back up to full power?"