Title: A Different Kind of Ambassador
Rating: FR 15
Fandom/Theme: Buffy/Star Trek
Disclaimer: I own none of the characters featured here. They belong to their respective creators and production companies.
Distribution: NeverNormal, TtH, AO3
Series: FFA Madness #46; Star Trek & Sunnydale #1
FFA Pairing: Spike/James Kirk
Summary: Spike and Illyria head toward the peace conference on Babel
Kirk rubbed his temples - finding out the Vulcan ambassadore to Earth was Spock’s father, well, that was a bit of a shock. Mingling at the get together set up in the conference hall, he noticed one of the Tholians conversing with the Earth ambassador to the Inferi. That was actually the nickname Starfleet had given them, since apparently their own name for their people was incomprehensible in Federation Standard.
“Ah, Captain Kirk, may I introduce Ambassador d’Blavod. William here was telling me about the strides he’s made in negotiations with the Inferi,” the Tholian ambassador told him as Kirk walked over to join them.
“What have you found out already?” he asked, taking a glass from a nearby waiter and leaning forward, intrigued by what the ambassador might have uncovered of one of the Federation’s more reclusive races.
William took a sip of his red-black libation and thought for a moment. “Well, I’m beginning to think the Inferi have more in common with humans than the Federation originally thought,” he said, as a blue haired woman in an Inferi guard outfit approached.
“Qwa’ha Xahn, we should return to our quarters until we reach Babel. The beings here unnerve me greatly,” she announced to the ambassador, her head tilted to the side as she stared at Kirk, unblinking.
Kirk raised a brow at her declaration. “I assure you, ma’am, my security forces can certainly handle things on board my ship.”
The woman sneered. “I have many doubts of your surety of this.”
Ambassador d’Blavod coughed to cover up his chuckle. “Um, Captain, may I present the head of the Inferi Guard, Lyri. The Inferi care much for my safety, since non Terrans are unable to handle the very inhospitable climate of Inferia Prime. Please excuse us.”
Kirk watched them walk away, but soon caught sight of Ambassadors Gav and Sarek arguing, and wandered over to try and diffuse the situation.
William loosened his formal tunic and programmed the screens. Turning to his companion, he asked “Why so paranoid all of a sudden, Illyria? We shipped what of magic and Slayers we could to Vera III. The Federation acknowledges me as Ambassador, but I doubt the Tellerites will try and kill me.”
“No, but the Orions remember us from when we settled there and there is one on board,” Illyria informed him, pacing in their suite.
Spike grimaced as he touched her on the shoulder, halting her progress. “I guess that puts a different spin on what we might have to tell the good Captain, doesn’t it, luv?”