Welp... goodness... it has been awhile, hasn't it?

Don't think I need to tell you guys that I'm hitting a rut with the Supernatural things for it to be noticed. But, fret not, I haven't given up on Samantha, I've just hit a spot I can't get past, and there are other factors I can't control keeping me from updating like I would like to.

However, I was hit with sudden inspiration to do something for the Star Trek rebooted verse (again with a gender swap, because, hey, I think it's fun), and without further ado, I present to you my take on what happened to our dear protagonist on Tarsus IV.

Enjoy!

MD

Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek or any part of the franchise. I gain nothing by writing this other than creative satisfaction.


Scars told stories. They were like the written word carved into human flesh. As morbid as that idea could seem, it was the honest truth. The lack of scars told stories as well, though those were commonly less graphic and horrifying. There were always the psychological scars that could be present if the physical ones were missing, but those were easier to hide. But the gnarly, brutal, white lines were something that she couldn't hide, and her story was out there for the world to read, if she wasn't careful. It was the biggest reason why she hated visits to the doctor, and she made a habit of wearing long sleeves.

After the fact, she'd expected to be hidden away deep in some mental hospital, or a backwoods town where no one knew or cared about her past, and where the Federation could ignore such a glaring mistake on their record, but to her surprise, it was quite the opposite. Months and hours of time was spent in to shaping the scars on her psyche in to monsters less noticeable, and growing her back to something that looked, spoke, and acted like a human being again. Her brain, she realized, was the whole reason why. Her aptitude tests had scored so high, that had she been in school still, she would have re-shaped how professors in college were grading their students. To say she was a genius was a pitiful understatement.

To say that the Federation wanted to covet her gave even less credit.

So after she had turned more animal than human, after they would have been better just tossing her in a pit and covering their losses, they tried. She went through therapists and psych evals like candy, and there were months where they seemed to be having the opposite desired effect, when quite suddenly, it changed.

But… we're getting ahead of ourselves.

It could be claimed this all started with a planet named Tarsus IV, or even her step father Frank, but really, if she were to be honest, Adelaide's story really started with a lightning storm in outer space.


Thanks for joining me on another adventure, guys. I will not promise speedy updates, but they will come.

Also, not quite sure if I like how I ended this. I might come back and change it later when I have more of the story fleshed out.

Reviews are love!

Peace!