Author: Tha1n0nlYVoyGirl
Rating: [G]
Code: P
AN: Set during Tom's 30 days in the Brig.
Written: 11/02/2002
Sum: Tom's got nothing else to do in the Brig but talk to himself or his log. He chose his log, talking about the life aboard Voyager, how he really feels sometimes.
The Prison Log - Tom, Day 1
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I've been in the Brig for a day now.
I'm hereby beginning my 'Prison Log', a cure towards total boredom.
Today I feel for a bit of musing.
DQ.
My new neighborhood, it feels kinda good. The neighbors are much better here.
Not so touchy, if you don't count the Maquis of course.
It doesn't exist much space aboard Voyager, around it though, but not inside the ship itself.
I like it here, better than Earth, but this ship can also be a speed bump, a cage.
Some mornings I feel like a dog on a leash, helpless to do nothing else than wag its tail.
My grandmother had a house back at Earth, she had a greenhouse surrounded by a white fence.
She used to be mad at everyone who dared to climb over her fence, enter the open door to her greenhouse and eat a few of her small cucumbers. A thing that I used to do quite often.
I couldn't understand why she defended that greenhouse so badly, but I think I can do that now. It was hers. Only hers.
And that's how I can feel nowadays, like somebody's trespassing the fence to my own private greenhouse.
When I compared myself to a dog in front of Harry, I meant one of those in the middle.
Not too small, not too big.
My girlfriend could also be compared to a dog, but she'd be one of those big, aggressive ones.
One of these you have to treat with respect.
If you don't want to get bit by it, you have to comb its fur carefully and then anxiously wait to see the reaction. It can turn out to be a completely unexpected one.
You simply have to see for yourself how far you can push certain matters.
How long up the road you can drive without smashing into something.
If you do smash - bury that certain matter.
There's nothing else to do. Bury it and then hope she'll forget it. Like that's going to happen.
One time I came to close her personal hedge of defense.
I swear she left me lying bleeding on the ground afterwards.
I'll have to try tackling that problem once again another time, with another method.
Rating: [G]
Code: P
AN: Set during Tom's 30 days in the Brig.
Written: 11/02/2002
Sum: Tom's got nothing else to do in the Brig but talk to himself or his log. He chose his log, talking about the life aboard Voyager, how he really feels sometimes.
The Prison Log - Tom, Day 1
___________________
___________________
I've been in the Brig for a day now.
I'm hereby beginning my 'Prison Log', a cure towards total boredom.
Today I feel for a bit of musing.
DQ.
My new neighborhood, it feels kinda good. The neighbors are much better here.
Not so touchy, if you don't count the Maquis of course.
It doesn't exist much space aboard Voyager, around it though, but not inside the ship itself.
I like it here, better than Earth, but this ship can also be a speed bump, a cage.
Some mornings I feel like a dog on a leash, helpless to do nothing else than wag its tail.
My grandmother had a house back at Earth, she had a greenhouse surrounded by a white fence.
She used to be mad at everyone who dared to climb over her fence, enter the open door to her greenhouse and eat a few of her small cucumbers. A thing that I used to do quite often.
I couldn't understand why she defended that greenhouse so badly, but I think I can do that now. It was hers. Only hers.
And that's how I can feel nowadays, like somebody's trespassing the fence to my own private greenhouse.
When I compared myself to a dog in front of Harry, I meant one of those in the middle.
Not too small, not too big.
My girlfriend could also be compared to a dog, but she'd be one of those big, aggressive ones.
One of these you have to treat with respect.
If you don't want to get bit by it, you have to comb its fur carefully and then anxiously wait to see the reaction. It can turn out to be a completely unexpected one.
You simply have to see for yourself how far you can push certain matters.
How long up the road you can drive without smashing into something.
If you do smash - bury that certain matter.
There's nothing else to do. Bury it and then hope she'll forget it. Like that's going to happen.
One time I came to close her personal hedge of defense.
I swear she left me lying bleeding on the ground afterwards.
I'll have to try tackling that problem once again another time, with another method.