Sitting at the office, I am waiting for a call, but as always when you want
a phone to ring they never do, so I decided to write this little piece so
time will pass faster.
Disclaimer: I have 1 euro cent in my account, can I buy Will with that? In the meantime I am waiting for that answer All Star Trek figures belong to the late Gene Roddenberry, may he rest in peace.
A little inside of how Deanna might react when she is waiting for something:
Title: Am I.? Written by Jester
You're scared, waiting for the call that is not coming fast enough for you. Every time you hear a ring from the telephone it is another person.
The hours passes so slow then when you are waiting for someone to call you.
It is like you are being thrown in the water and you can't swim. On the side of the pool are people watching you but they won't help you. They are just staring at you like I am not there, non-excisting.
I once was someone who had to call back people to give them some news but sometimes I didn't feel like calling them right now because the news was good and no bad news, but being on the other side for once you don't care if it is bad or good news, you just want to hear the phone calling for you.
Finally after two hours of waiting, the person calls you. After explaining where the complaints, how and since when, the waiting game begins all over again but this time you have the person on the line which can give you answers on the questions you have. The person made time to talk to you and give you all the explanations you want.
A deep relieve washes over you when you put the phone down. The person isn't worried, so am I not anymore. My heart doesn't go fast anymore, it is going desame course as usual. You continue the job where you earlier couldn't keep you head at.
The person also reassured me that if I don't trust it or anything I can come over so they will give me a whole check-up, just to assure me, really sweet of them.
When the shift ends I half smiling put the computer out and walk to the turbolift where he is waiting for me as he does everyday. As he is in his own thoughts he doesn't see me smiling, which is good because I like to tell him in private, in our own quarters.
After a wonderful dinner I throw my shoes of my feet, having a good book to read I walk to the couch where I take a seat right in the middle. After he cleaned the table off he brings himself to the couch and wants to start our ritual. Everyday he reads out of a very old book, I love to hear his voice, so comforting. Never will get tired of his voice and he knows it.
His arm goes around me and pulls me nearer but as he wants to speak:
[Imzadi..I need to tell you something.]
Disclaimer: I have 1 euro cent in my account, can I buy Will with that? In the meantime I am waiting for that answer All Star Trek figures belong to the late Gene Roddenberry, may he rest in peace.
A little inside of how Deanna might react when she is waiting for something:
Title: Am I.? Written by Jester
You're scared, waiting for the call that is not coming fast enough for you. Every time you hear a ring from the telephone it is another person.
The hours passes so slow then when you are waiting for someone to call you.
It is like you are being thrown in the water and you can't swim. On the side of the pool are people watching you but they won't help you. They are just staring at you like I am not there, non-excisting.
I once was someone who had to call back people to give them some news but sometimes I didn't feel like calling them right now because the news was good and no bad news, but being on the other side for once you don't care if it is bad or good news, you just want to hear the phone calling for you.
Finally after two hours of waiting, the person calls you. After explaining where the complaints, how and since when, the waiting game begins all over again but this time you have the person on the line which can give you answers on the questions you have. The person made time to talk to you and give you all the explanations you want.
A deep relieve washes over you when you put the phone down. The person isn't worried, so am I not anymore. My heart doesn't go fast anymore, it is going desame course as usual. You continue the job where you earlier couldn't keep you head at.
The person also reassured me that if I don't trust it or anything I can come over so they will give me a whole check-up, just to assure me, really sweet of them.
When the shift ends I half smiling put the computer out and walk to the turbolift where he is waiting for me as he does everyday. As he is in his own thoughts he doesn't see me smiling, which is good because I like to tell him in private, in our own quarters.
After a wonderful dinner I throw my shoes of my feet, having a good book to read I walk to the couch where I take a seat right in the middle. After he cleaned the table off he brings himself to the couch and wants to start our ritual. Everyday he reads out of a very old book, I love to hear his voice, so comforting. Never will get tired of his voice and he knows it.
His arm goes around me and pulls me nearer but as he wants to speak:
[Imzadi..I need to tell you something.]