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It's Star Trek Day! To celebrate, here is the eighth cast piece illustration I've created for my collection. I've done The Original Series, The Next Generation, Deep Space Nine, Voyager, Enterprise, Lower Decks, Strange New Worlds, and most recently (yesterday) Discovery. Which leaves The Animated Series, Prodigy, Picard, the Kelvin universe, and the upcoming Academy series left for me to do. Happy Star Trek Day, folks. I'll include the other cast pieces below, too, just so y'all can check 'em out.

Michelle Yeoh as Philippa Georgiou

Star Trek: Section 31

I've made 170 of 'em and the majority are finally approved over on Tenor

And a couple bonus Eureka GIFs

For today's @duckprintspress May Trope Mayhem prompt: a Milippa meet-cute AU ficlet.

Direct follow up to Part 1, read that first!

total 1k words, rated G, no warnings apply :)

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Tilly hurries out of the room, and Michael leans back against the sink with a sigh. She feels kind of silly waiting in the bathroom when her dress has already been fixed, but on the other hand, she doesn't want to walk around with an obvious safety pin disaster if she doesn't have to...

Turning her neck to look at the mirror behind her, Michael manages to catch a glimpse of the pins and winces. Tilly was right, it does look pretty obviously macgyvered.

Before Michael can really start to worry about it, Tilly comes back and hands her a beautiful green silk wrap.

"Here! Yes, that colour works even better than I thought it would!" Tilly excitedly holds up the fabric against Michael's dress.

"That looks expensive," Michael murmurs, pinching a bit of fabric between her fingers. It feels as expensive as it looks. "What if it gets damaged? Especially with those pins..."

"Oh, don't worry about it, it'll be fine I promise! I'll take responsibility if it tears or anything, and Philippa can't ever be mad at me."

Michael has to chuckle. That, she believes - even after their short interaction, she already can't imagine anyone really getting mad at Tilly.

Wrap secured around Michael's shoulders, covering the back of her dress, the two women leave the bathroom and make their way through the crowd back to the ballroom. When Michael admits that she has no-one to have dinner with, Tilly insists that Michael accompany her back to her table.

There, they find Philippa, whom Michael realizes with a swooping sensation in her stomach is someone she is already acquaintaned with...

"You didn't tell me your friend is the/ Professor Philippa Georgiou!" She hisses at Tilly who keeps dragging her along despite Michael attempting to duck behind some people to stay out of sight.

"You know each other?" Tilly asks excitedly.

They're close enough now for Philippa to hear, and she looks up with a smile, eyes widening when she sees Michael.

"Professor..."

"Miss Burnham?"

Tilly looks from one to the other and back. "I had no idea you two knew each other! Why didn't you say? Did you do research together?"

"Not really -" "Yes, back when -" they talk over each other, and Philippa chuckles and waves for Michael to- "please, go on."

"No, I mean, yes, I guess we did, but I mean, I was just a student at the time, so it's more that Professor Georgiou did the research and I was assisting..."

"Oh, don't sell yourself short! Your insights were always invaluable. And please, call me Philippa. We're both equals as guests here, and as researchers in the field now, after all."

Blushing at the praise and the invitation to call her erstwhile Professor whom she had always admired by her first name, Michael quickly nods and lets Tilly usher her into a seat.

As she sits down and has to adjust the shawl, Michael remembers with a jolt that the fabric that is now lying across her own shoulders is Philippa's/ - that it must have been draped across the other woman's shoulders just minutes earlier -

Avoiding her gaze and hoping that no-one can tell how quickly her heart is beating, Michael tries to focus on literally anything else. She can't help it, though - she wishes it wasn't just Philippa's shawl touching her skin, but Philippa herself.

~

For nearly a decade, on and off, Andreas Georgiou has been Greece’s Public Enemy No. 1.

The government has brought a relentless series of criminal prosecutions against him. His countrymen have sought their own vengeance by hacking his emails, dragging him into court, even threatening his life. His lawyers in Greece are now preparing for his latest trial, which begins this month; Georgiou himself will watch from the United States, where he lives in a sort of self-imposed exile.

Georgiou is not a mobster. He’s not a hit man or a spy. He’s a statistician. And the sin at the heart of his supposed crimes was publishing correct budget numbers.