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The day had started out poorly. First, Jean-Luc learned from an Admiral Hays that he would have the *pleasure* of escorting a certain ambassador back to her home planet. Then, the replicators malfunctioned. And then, just as his craving for Earl Grey tea was just about to make him scream, a temporal rift appeared.

"Just my day," he thought to himself while trying to make do with just plain tea. The replicators had lost his Earl Grey recipe.

"Captain, you'd better come out here and see this," Riker's voice interrupted Picard's thoughts of tea.

What was coming through that rift? A shuttle craft. A very old shuttlecraft, by Picard's opinion. Probably about 75 to 100 years old, he estimated. "Hail them."

"Thank goodness! I thought the shuttle was going to fly apart in that thing!" shouted a much-relieved voice. "But I don't recognize your ship. It wasn't here a moment ago."

Picard noticed the woman's uniform. A commander's uniform. From the past. "Well, we think you just went through a temporal rift. If you could..?"

"Come aboard? Yes, I'd love to. Temporal rift you say? Well, I've only heard stories about them. Hmm. So they're real. Imagine that."

Picard went down to the transporter room to welcome their guest when, of all things, Mrs. Troi decided she wanted to come along as well.

"Jean-Luc! Imagine! A chance to meet someone from such a distant part of the past! Oh I can't wait to find out.." she droned on while almost pushing Picard out of the way in order to be the first to enter the transporter room.

"Yes, but.. ah, Mrs. Troi.."

"Oh, Jean-Luc! As ambassador I feel it is my duty to help welcome this person!"

Picard resigned himself to the fact, as he usually did, that Mrs. Troi was beyond help. He wondered if he had Deanna transferred, if Mrs. Troi would continue 'brightening' up his life..

"Bring her aboard, Lt." Picard ordered. A woman materialized and smiled when she first saw the captain.

"Commander Chapel," she stated, offering her hand to Picard.

"Jean-Luc Picard, Captain of the Enterprise," came his reply. "And this is.."

The two women stared at each other. Never had they met a person that resembled each other so closely. And these two looked so alike that they could have been twins..

"Lwaxana Troi, of Betazed," she interrupted.

"Hello. Am I the only one that notices a resemblance here?" replied a very confused Chapel.

Picard just groaned. One was bad enough, he hoped that the resemblance between the two women only went skin deep...

* * * * * * * * * * *

"You and Spock?"

"I can't believe you and a Ferengi! I looked at those pictures in the computer database and..well, I think Spock is much more handsome!"

"I've never liked Vulcans that much... I don't think it's right to suppress one's emotions so deeply."

Picard glanced over at the two women. They get along well, he thought. Well, at least Mrs. Troi isn't in my hair.

* * * * * * * * * * *

"Sir! The people of Theraflu 5 have just sent a message - their weather system is malfunctioning and there is a level 10 hurricane headed for the capital city!" Word announced.

"Set course to Theraflu 5, warp 7," came Picard's reply.

* * * * * * * * * * *

The crew was having a hard time coming up with a way to subdue this hurricane. Their normal methods wouldn't work because of a unique characteristic in Theraflu's atmosphere.

They were running out of time.

"Now, what does this button do?" Mrs. Troi asked, on the verge of pressing it.

"Mrs. Troi! Now is not the time!" Worf grunted back.

"Oh, do be nice to her. She was only asking," Commander Chapel replied. "Klingons, they're the same in every century."

"Deanna, would you kindly escort your mother and Commander Chapel off the bridge?" Picard asked, pleading with his eyes.

"Wait, what does this button...Oops," came a little voice from behind Worf.

"Oops?" came Picard's question.

"Sir, she just released a torpedo filled with nitronium alloys that Commander LaForge was testing for use in the Gamma Neutrous system!" Worf announced.

"Well, I'm sorry! Why do you make these buttons so just anyone can shoot off those torpedo things?" questioned Mrs. Troi.

"Worf, detonate the torpedo," Picard commanded wondering why Mrs. Troi couldn't be blasted out of a torpedo tube. Turning to Mrs. Troi, he continued "I don't believe you actually did that."

"Sir, the torpedo has already hit the surface! Message coming in from the planet."

"On screen."

"Captain, we don't know how to thank you. The hurricane has just disappeared," the Magistrate said, his face looming in the main screen.

"Excuse me..?"

"The hurricane, whatever was in that torpedo did the trick! Many thanks."

Picard looked at Mrs. Troi. In fact, the entire bridge staff looked at her. Commander Chapel was the only one who had a big smile on her face, everyone else was just trying to figure out what happened.

"You see? I knew what I was doing."

END