Hey all, sorry that I sort of disappeared, I had massive writers block, and was incredibly busy. I finally sorted it out this summer, completely rewriting the story now and I like it much better. I changed the POV, some of her back story and hopefully made her a little more reasonable and real. Unfortunately, she is still more than likely a Mary Sue. Don't be surprised if there is yet another change in the future. But, hopefully not for a long time!
I plan on *hopefully* updating on a somewhat regular basis before my classes start in January. Happy reading!
My list of things that I didn't want went on and on at the beginning of this year. It went from not wanting a roommate while at the academy to not wanting to go into space with my nightmare of a secret crush. Some of them were trivial, like not wanting to have milk in my coffee to the more serious. Serious was along the lines of not wanting to go into space, specifically with the man that I had fallen in love with staring at. There was no way I was able to talk to him like a reasonable adult. Every time we had had to talk in class two years ago I turned into a stuttering fool. There was no way I ever wanted to cross paths with him now. He was now on active duty on one of the most famous star ships around; while I was terra side, safe on the ground teaching part time at the academy. If the two top fears were ever to come into contact, I don't know what I would do. Funny how, fears come to bite you in the ass.
The holo-deck was my safety anchor. It was capable of creating the life I'd wished for before running with my best friend to become famous Star Fleet officers. I would have owned a little store that had its own pottery gallery and kiln. It would be a place that was able to undo stress from anything that happened during the days of teaching at the academy.
After one of those stressful days with a classroom full of young hopeful cadets, I was very ready to relax and look after the shop of my dreams. The street that went along perfectly was crowded as I walked down to the shop. I don't know why I hadn't noticed earlier, the program was already activated. Figuring I had programmed it to do that after I had left the previous day I just shrugged my shoulders. One of the holograms hurried past me, muttering something about a star or something. Confused, I pushed my way forward and stopped short at what I saw, a smile gracing my tired face.