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seren_ccdTitle: It’s all about the jazz, man, Part One
Fandom: Star Trek 2009/The A-Team (film)
Ship: Christine Chapel/Face, Kirk/McCoy, Christine’s Grandmother/?
Word Count: 1392
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
A/N: In case you missed it the first time, I thought it might be fun for Christine to meet Face from The A-Team, because Bradley Cooper is hot and Christine deserves a good night out. And apparently, Helen Mirren is going to be in this film being a BAMF and![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
aj mentioned she could be Christine Chapel’s grandmother. I then said why not bring Liam Neeson into it?
This is the Prequel.
I still have no shame. There is a Part Two which should be done tomorrow.
Summary: Victoria Chapel is willing to do anything to help her granddaughter. Including hiring these guys.
Victoria Chapel closed her eyes and suppressed the urge to scream. She counted to five (in Latin) and then opened her eyes, pinning the man on her comm unit with a gaze.
“Are you honestly saying that you, Captain James T. Kirk, cannot help my granddaughter?” she asked.
Jim looked down and sighed. “Yes, Mrs. Chapel, that’s what I’m saying. My hands are tied here, in more ways than one. There are officers on my ship monitoring our every move. One hint of a rescue plan and they will dock my ship and throw us all in the brig.” His expression was bleak and the circles under his eyes betrayed how much sleep he was lacking. “We do have a plan, but...”
“But?” Victoria said.
“But it will take time and opportunity that we will not have until at least two weeks from now,” he said.
“That is unacceptable,” she said. “She’s been with them for a week already. James, this is Christine we’re discussing. One of your crew, your friend.”
“Mrs. Chapel, I know,” he said, his eyes bright. “Starfleet has given us no leeway. If you have any other options, I suggest you try them.” He looked down again. “I’m so sorry. You don’t know how sorry.”
Victoria closed her eyes again. “So am I, captain. So am I.”
With a tap of her finger, the transmission was broken. Victoria looked around the spare hotel room she had moved into earlier that day. With a decisive nod, she tapped in a transmission code she’d paid a great deal to find.
The comm link chimed when someone answered on the other end. Victoria straightened her posture and said, “Yes, hello? I would like to speak to Mr. Lee, please.”
Victoria walked into the dingy, empty diner and looked around. Spotting the bell sitting by itself on the counter, she quickly tapped out the code she had been given. As the last chime echoed in the empty room, Victoria heard footsteps approaching from the room in the back.
A familiar tall form emerged from the shadows.
“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Mrs. Chapel,” Hannibal Smith said with a small yet warm smile on his face.
“Colonel Smith. And also, Mr. Lee, I presume?” Victoria asked raising her brow.
“In the flesh,” he said coming into the room. “I’m sure you understand our need for anonymity these days.”
“I do indeed,” Victoria said. “I also understand that you and your team are the best at doing the impossible.”
“Sometimes when you have nothing to lose, you can gain the most amazing results,” Hannibal said. “But, please. Do come inside. I’ll introduce you to the team.”
He stood sideways and gallantly gestured, Victoria preceded him into the back.
Three men were waiting in a smaller room standing in various stages of attention. Hannibal gestured to the slim, dark-haired fellow first.
“This young man here, is our pilot, Howlin’ Mad Murdoc, but don’t let the name fool you,” Hannibal said. “He’s probably the sanest one of us.”
“Speak for yourself,” the man sporting a mohawk said.
Hannibal grinned as Murdoc blew a kiss towards the heckler. “And this is BA Baracus, our weapons expert and mechanic. I believe you might recognize Faceman.” Hannibal indicated the last gentleman in the room, the tall, tan fellow that Victoria remembered seeing Christine with on Gemini V. The attractive man gave her a tense smile and inclined his head in greeting.
Victoria nodded a hello to all three men. Hannibal then gestured to a chair at the small table in the center of the room. “Please take a seat.”
She sat down and put her bag on the table.
“Now, what can we do for you?” Hannibal asked taking the seat across from her, Face taking the seat next to him. BA and Murdoc stayed in their places.
“Gentlemen, I want to hire you,” she said. She took a deep breath. “I need you to rescue my granddaughter.”
Hannibal lit his cigar and looked over the plans Victoria brought. “You say they’re pirates?”
“Yes,” Victoria said. “They have no allegiance to any particular nation or federation and have absolutely no reason to behave rationally.”
“Why would they want Christine?” Face asked.
Victoria gave him an arch look. “The two of you didn’t do very much talking that evening, did you?”
Face swallowed heavily and while BA managed to stifle his chuckle, Murdoc did not.
“My granddaughter happens to be one of the best research scientists Starfleet has at it’s disposal. She specializes in endocrinology and virology,” Victoria said sliding her PADD displaying Christine’s resume over to Face. “Her latest work is in developing a vaccine for hydrangian measles.”
“That stuff that’s killing kids in the Gamma quadrant?” BA asked.
“Yes. So, as you can imagine, the individual or group that possesses a working vaccine has the potential to be in a very powerful position,” Victoria said. “Christine was on her way to a conference when the ship she was on was hijacked. She was taken prisoner, the other passengers were left in the disabled ship.”
“She said she was a nurse,” Face said with his brow furrowed, scrolling down the resume.
“She is,” Victoria said feeling close to cracking the first smile since the whole mess began. “She just also has a few doctorates under her belt.”
“If I’m not mistaken,” Hannibal said, “she serves on the Enterprise, why haven’t they launched a rescue of their own?”
Victoria slid another PADD to Hannibal showing the location of the ship holding Christine. Murdoc leaned over his shoulder and whistled lowly when he saw the coordinates.
“That’s Klingon territory,” he said. “Definitely some rough space, man. Excuse me, ma’am.”
Hannibal looked down at the initial Starfleet analysis of the group holding Christine and rubbed his forehead. He felt Victoria’s gaze on him and he looked up.
Her eyes were clear and her voice was steady as she said, “I love my granddaughter, Colonel. Perhaps because I see so much of myself in her. But also for her own sake. She has a bright future. And you know what these people are capable of. She has training and has very good judgement. Christine’s tough, tougher than even she realizes. But, she’s only human.”
Victoria glanced in Face’s direction and noticed his tightened jaw and clenched fist as he stared at Christine’s academy photo, her smile friendly, wearing her brand-new uniform.
She looked back at Hannibal whose own gaze hadn’t wavered from her face. “Can you rescue her, Colonel Smith?”
He took a deep breath and straightened up. “It’ll be tough.”
“Tougher than Taipei IV?” she asked.
The entire team looked at her. Her lips twitched as she said, “I have my ways, gentlemen. Now, are you going to help me?”
Hannibal quickly glanced over his team and nodded once. “Victoria, I give you my word. We will get Christine back.”
Victoria’s calm facade was betrayed by the obvious relief that shone in her eyes. “Thank you.”
Hannibal smiled at her and then started to give orders. “Face, gather your contacts, Murdoc, plot the course, BA--”
“Ah, there is just one more thing,” Victoria said.
“Oh?” Hannibal said as a sinking feeling penetrated his stomach.
“Yes,” she said as she rose to her feet. “I will be accompanying you.”
Part Two.
Fandom: Star Trek 2009/The A-Team (film)
Ship: Christine Chapel/Face, Kirk/McCoy, Christine’s Grandmother/?
Word Count: 1392
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: They are not mine.
A/N: In case you missed it the first time, I thought it might be fun for Christine to meet Face from The A-Team, because Bradley Cooper is hot and Christine deserves a good night out. And apparently, Helen Mirren is going to be in this film being a BAMF and
aj mentioned she could be Christine Chapel’s grandmother. I then said why not bring Liam Neeson into it?This is the Prequel.
I still have no shame. There is a Part Two which should be done tomorrow.
Summary: Victoria Chapel is willing to do anything to help her granddaughter. Including hiring these guys.
Victoria Chapel closed her eyes and suppressed the urge to scream. She counted to five (in Latin) and then opened her eyes, pinning the man on her comm unit with a gaze.
“Are you honestly saying that you, Captain James T. Kirk, cannot help my granddaughter?” she asked.
Jim looked down and sighed. “Yes, Mrs. Chapel, that’s what I’m saying. My hands are tied here, in more ways than one. There are officers on my ship monitoring our every move. One hint of a rescue plan and they will dock my ship and throw us all in the brig.” His expression was bleak and the circles under his eyes betrayed how much sleep he was lacking. “We do have a plan, but...”
“But?” Victoria said.
“But it will take time and opportunity that we will not have until at least two weeks from now,” he said.
“That is unacceptable,” she said. “She’s been with them for a week already. James, this is Christine we’re discussing. One of your crew, your friend.”
“Mrs. Chapel, I know,” he said, his eyes bright. “Starfleet has given us no leeway. If you have any other options, I suggest you try them.” He looked down again. “I’m so sorry. You don’t know how sorry.”
Victoria closed her eyes again. “So am I, captain. So am I.”
With a tap of her finger, the transmission was broken. Victoria looked around the spare hotel room she had moved into earlier that day. With a decisive nod, she tapped in a transmission code she’d paid a great deal to find.
The comm link chimed when someone answered on the other end. Victoria straightened her posture and said, “Yes, hello? I would like to speak to Mr. Lee, please.”
Victoria walked into the dingy, empty diner and looked around. Spotting the bell sitting by itself on the counter, she quickly tapped out the code she had been given. As the last chime echoed in the empty room, Victoria heard footsteps approaching from the room in the back.
A familiar tall form emerged from the shadows.
“It’s a pleasure to see you again, Mrs. Chapel,” Hannibal Smith said with a small yet warm smile on his face.
“Colonel Smith. And also, Mr. Lee, I presume?” Victoria asked raising her brow.
“In the flesh,” he said coming into the room. “I’m sure you understand our need for anonymity these days.”
“I do indeed,” Victoria said. “I also understand that you and your team are the best at doing the impossible.”
“Sometimes when you have nothing to lose, you can gain the most amazing results,” Hannibal said. “But, please. Do come inside. I’ll introduce you to the team.”
He stood sideways and gallantly gestured, Victoria preceded him into the back.
Three men were waiting in a smaller room standing in various stages of attention. Hannibal gestured to the slim, dark-haired fellow first.
“This young man here, is our pilot, Howlin’ Mad Murdoc, but don’t let the name fool you,” Hannibal said. “He’s probably the sanest one of us.”
“Speak for yourself,” the man sporting a mohawk said.
Hannibal grinned as Murdoc blew a kiss towards the heckler. “And this is BA Baracus, our weapons expert and mechanic. I believe you might recognize Faceman.” Hannibal indicated the last gentleman in the room, the tall, tan fellow that Victoria remembered seeing Christine with on Gemini V. The attractive man gave her a tense smile and inclined his head in greeting.
Victoria nodded a hello to all three men. Hannibal then gestured to a chair at the small table in the center of the room. “Please take a seat.”
She sat down and put her bag on the table.
“Now, what can we do for you?” Hannibal asked taking the seat across from her, Face taking the seat next to him. BA and Murdoc stayed in their places.
“Gentlemen, I want to hire you,” she said. She took a deep breath. “I need you to rescue my granddaughter.”
Hannibal lit his cigar and looked over the plans Victoria brought. “You say they’re pirates?”
“Yes,” Victoria said. “They have no allegiance to any particular nation or federation and have absolutely no reason to behave rationally.”
“Why would they want Christine?” Face asked.
Victoria gave him an arch look. “The two of you didn’t do very much talking that evening, did you?”
Face swallowed heavily and while BA managed to stifle his chuckle, Murdoc did not.
“My granddaughter happens to be one of the best research scientists Starfleet has at it’s disposal. She specializes in endocrinology and virology,” Victoria said sliding her PADD displaying Christine’s resume over to Face. “Her latest work is in developing a vaccine for hydrangian measles.”
“That stuff that’s killing kids in the Gamma quadrant?” BA asked.
“Yes. So, as you can imagine, the individual or group that possesses a working vaccine has the potential to be in a very powerful position,” Victoria said. “Christine was on her way to a conference when the ship she was on was hijacked. She was taken prisoner, the other passengers were left in the disabled ship.”
“She said she was a nurse,” Face said with his brow furrowed, scrolling down the resume.
“She is,” Victoria said feeling close to cracking the first smile since the whole mess began. “She just also has a few doctorates under her belt.”
“If I’m not mistaken,” Hannibal said, “she serves on the Enterprise, why haven’t they launched a rescue of their own?”
Victoria slid another PADD to Hannibal showing the location of the ship holding Christine. Murdoc leaned over his shoulder and whistled lowly when he saw the coordinates.
“That’s Klingon territory,” he said. “Definitely some rough space, man. Excuse me, ma’am.”
Hannibal looked down at the initial Starfleet analysis of the group holding Christine and rubbed his forehead. He felt Victoria’s gaze on him and he looked up.
Her eyes were clear and her voice was steady as she said, “I love my granddaughter, Colonel. Perhaps because I see so much of myself in her. But also for her own sake. She has a bright future. And you know what these people are capable of. She has training and has very good judgement. Christine’s tough, tougher than even she realizes. But, she’s only human.”
Victoria glanced in Face’s direction and noticed his tightened jaw and clenched fist as he stared at Christine’s academy photo, her smile friendly, wearing her brand-new uniform.
She looked back at Hannibal whose own gaze hadn’t wavered from her face. “Can you rescue her, Colonel Smith?”
He took a deep breath and straightened up. “It’ll be tough.”
“Tougher than Taipei IV?” she asked.
The entire team looked at her. Her lips twitched as she said, “I have my ways, gentlemen. Now, are you going to help me?”
Hannibal quickly glanced over his team and nodded once. “Victoria, I give you my word. We will get Christine back.”
Victoria’s calm facade was betrayed by the obvious relief that shone in her eyes. “Thank you.”
Hannibal smiled at her and then started to give orders. “Face, gather your contacts, Murdoc, plot the course, BA--”
“Ah, there is just one more thing,” Victoria said.
“Oh?” Hannibal said as a sinking feeling penetrated his stomach.
“Yes,” she said as she rose to her feet. “I will be accompanying you.”
Part Two.
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Date: 2010-07-18 10:09 pm (UTC)OMG, SOMEONE'S GONNA DIE.
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Date: 2010-07-18 10:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-18 11:00 pm (UTC)Aww, they're all scary-competent. I think they'll be fine on the rescue WITH flirting.
And all of Face's angst because he's having all these FEELINGS
Forever, in my head, that sentence will translate to ~feelings~. And poor Face. He has feelings! They're valid even! And Christine's kind of fantastic
and has amazing fanon geneticsand randomly has several PhD's? I love that, btw. Nurses are also scary competent!no subject
Date: 2010-07-19 07:57 am (UTC)Face is just going to have to deal with it. Darn it.
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Date: 2010-07-19 01:37 pm (UTC)Let's just hope he doesn't propose her going on the run with them and she says yes, otherwise Kirk and McCoy will cry. Although, what'd totally be hysterically funny is if the A-Team (with Christine and Victoria) are their awesome selves and Christine gets rescued, and Team Enterprise shows up to cavalry (because McCoy will TOTALLY cut Kirk off until he gets his head nurse back) only to no be able to do anything and, somehow, end up with a diplomatic coup. Plus, you just KNOW Kirk will be doing the "I'm sorry I didn't get here sooner and your grandmother had to hire fugitives to save you" dance of penance at Christine until they're all old with fat grandbabies.
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Date: 2010-07-19 01:52 pm (UTC)I can't stop writing!!!! This story, it's like Athene and has just sprung fully-formed from my brain.
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Date: 2010-07-19 03:04 pm (UTC)HEEE! I love when your writing brain runs away with you! It's always more fun for
meus! Also, I'm blaming you for me watching Community. And you promised Annie/Jeff kissing in January and never delivered. *eyes* Still, the adventures of Victoria, Hannibal, Face, BA, Murdoc, and Christine take total precedence.no subject
Date: 2010-07-19 03:30 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-18 10:23 pm (UTC)Oh, I can't wait to read more of this. Victoria is such a BAMF and she is so perfect as Christine's grandmother. :D
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Date: 2010-07-18 10:31 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-18 10:50 pm (UTC)And eeee, more Victoria and Christine and Face and Hannibal! I cannot wait to see Chapel's reaction to being kidnapped. I expect a lot of teeth-grinding and silent swearing while she tries to figure out how to get the hell out of there. <333
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Date: 2010-07-18 10:33 pm (UTC)Completely and utterly AWESOME!!!!!!!!! I LOVES you!!!!!!!!!
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Date: 2010-07-19 07:58 am (UTC)This fic has taken over my brain!!!!
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Date: 2010-07-18 11:23 pm (UTC)Also, this fic is win. So. Much. Win.
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Date: 2010-07-19 07:59 am (UTC)And thank you! I'm so glad you liked it! I can't stop writing it.
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Date: 2010-07-19 12:49 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2010-07-19 07:59 am (UTC)