Hey all!

I owe you all a TREMENDOUS apology. I have not been able to update in a long time, and as much as I can blame it on the fact I've been uber busy with school and other crap, I also blame it partly on the fact I just don't like where the story has gotten to. Also, I just haven't had much inspiration, but that ties into the fact I don't like where the story is up to this point. That being said, I am going to start going back and re-reading and editing the current chapters in hopes that not only will the story improve, but also that it sparks the story back to life for me.

Again I apologize for all this, but I just had to say this as it isn't fair of me to keep you all in the dark about what's going on.

Thanks for reading this; I hope you all aren't totally disappointed in me and will continue reading my story.

As promised though, I do have a teaser of sorts for that Bones story I mentioned a chapter or two ago....

To whom it may concern,

May I begin by saying I am not at all pleased to meet you, or at least make your acquaintance. I am not at all happy with this arrangement that our...lovely yet very delusional Captain has thought up. If the recipient of this letter is said Captain, I ask for the humblest apologies, though I may not necessarily mean it. However, I am not worried at all about my job, as I will be using a pseudonym as recommended in the rules of this here 'social project' for the crew.

Which leads me to wonder why on earth we have to do this in the first place? What the hell was Captain Kirk thinking? So what if I don't know any of the know-it-all scientists or the cantankerous linguists. As an engineer (and in case that is against the rules to say what sort of job I have, I do not fear because there are literally more engineers than any other kind of personnel to keep this here ship running in tip-top shape), I really only need to know and be buddy buddy with the doctors who patch my friends and me up if some shit hits the fan. I do feel bad for those guys in all seriousness. It's not like we try to get ourselves killed on a daily basis. Things that are out of our control happens all the time, such as being attacked by freaking Romulans or Klingons.

All I suppose I have left to say is that I am busy and may not be able to make regular correspondence, as I like to do things the old fashion way. That is to say, I prefer to write letters with pen and paper, but I am currently out of such things so I have to do this the informal way. It is a shame really that people barely know what paper and pen are once they get out of high school. Terrible is it not? I personally love collecting old paperback novels, much to my sister's chagrin. But she could kiss my hard working ass for all I care. Not that you necessarily want to know all the gory family details in one letter. Hell, I wouldn't subject my worst enemy to hearing about my relationship to my family.

I have left much unsaid, but I feel it's best that way. After all who wants to know everything about a person in just one sitting, eh? Besides, it's against the rules to come right out and say exactly who you are, yet I may have inherited some one's inability to follow the rules to the T (again not at all like my sister who follows the rules perfectly). But enough of that...I hope your day is going better than mine. Already got a few bumps and bruises, but nothing too serious that I would need to face the sick-bay. I know how to take care of those small mishaps. Alas, I have taken up more time with random bilge, but no more.

As my mama once told me when I was a very young child, "Keep your chin up, love. You won't see the stars otherwise."

Sincerely,

Victoria Enn Romano