This was one of the fan fiction first stories I ever wrote.
It’s been improved a bit, with a few character and situational changes. But it still shows, I admit.
For the first few stories, I based them on the five senses. This one was based on hearing. Therefore, it made sense to me for there to be music and dancing. But there’s a lot more (pun intended) going on than all that.
The captain is having lunch in his mess when things suddenly feel strange. He gets up, but he collapses. The steward, Preston Jennings (who has that job after Daniels and before Lili), is alarmed, but the captain waves him off.
Then the captain barges in on a crewman. And then, in the hallway, he collapses again. But this time, he’s raving and he’s violent. Quickly, he’s brought to Sick Bay. And almost as quickly, he is temporarily relieved of command, by T’Pol and Phlox, with Hoshi as a witness.
But then Daniels appears.
During the course of the story, it becomes apparent that there’s going to be a mixer between the Enterprise and the Columbia. It’s to be a disco party, and the sound system has to be tested. Every now and then, Chip Masterson‘s tests come through, loud and clear, on the intercom (originally, I had Travis doing this). The entire playlist was not posted until I wrote On the Radio.
Here are the songs played during the story.
- Lobo – Me and You and a Dog Named Boo
- Melanie – Brand New Key
- The Captain and Tennille – Love Will Keep Us Together
- Alicia Bridges – I Love the Nightlife
- The Trammps – Disco Inferno
- The Bee Gees – More than a Woman
- Andrea True Connection – More, More, More!
- More, More, More! on Ad Astra
- More, More, More! on Fanfiction.net
- More, More, More! on Fictionpad
- More, More, More! on Wattpad
- More, More, More! on G & T Show forums
- More, More, More! in context
The story is rated K+.
I like it better now, certainly. There are a few parts that I would change, but I like the story enough to have given it a sequel. It’s redeemable, but I know I’ve gotten a lot better at this writing business in the past few years. It’s pure fluff, and I rarely write pure fluff any more.