Hi, this is just a fun little story, please don't take it too seriously, I don't know anything about holo-decks or holo-novels, just got this idea for a story and decided to have fun with it. Please review and let me know what you think, but if you can't be kind, at least have the decency to be vague. :)

Re-Writing the West

The waves crashed against the rocks on the shore, and a woman stood and watched from a distance. The night made the ocean look black, with the reflective glow from the full moon glistening against it's surface.

She could imagine the life going on under the water. If she had courage she would walk down onto those rock and out into the water, the waves would crash over her head, and she would become a part of that hidden life. Her body would fly in the water. The rock would set her free. She looked up at the moon, and then back towards the tower behind her. A lone light shown in the uppermost window. A candle set there on her own, a reminder.

There are always choices. To her, the candle represented a fate de-

"Halt program. What the hell is this Tom? I better not be playing the part of some stupid suicidal gothic bimbo." B'Elanna yelled into the darkness behind her.

"Just wait!" A male voice called out. "It'll get better, trust me!"

"Fine. But if your wrong..." she left the threat open to interpretation. "Resume program."

There are always choices. To her, the candle represented a fate decided. But there are always choices, and from the moment she first saw him, she made her choice. As the shoreline headed north-

"Computer, end dialogue."

"What's wrong now?"

"Nothing, I just don't need that endless garbage in my ear."

"But it sets the scene!"

"I read the story profile. I know where I'm supposed to go." She picked up the hem of her ridiculously poofy and long dress and headed north along the shore line. As she walked, she thought about some things. Klingon women were never forced to wear such horrible constraining clothing. Klingon women wouldn't spend time staring at the ocean brooding. The profile told her to follow the shore line to town where she would rendezvous with her beloved (a notorious train robber wanted by the law) at the local tavern. Nothing said she couldn't arrive in style.

A piano player tirelessly filled the smoky tavern with tuneless music while a gathering of drunks sang drinking songs. Tom finished his drink and walked outside, searching for any sign of the lady he waited for.

"Tom, over here, quick! The soldiers are just around the corner." She leaned down from her place on the saddle and reached an arm out to her mate. He gripped her arm and she pulled him up behind her.

"What are you doing? Where's your dress?" He asked, referring to her new leather riding gear.

"You try taking a hike in crinoline. Anyhow, weren't you supposed to wait for me in the tavern?" She urged the horse forwards and away from the advancing soldiers.

Tom brushed his lips against the back of B'Elanna's neck and felt her shiver in response. "What do you suggest?"

"There's no way I'm letting you have all the fun." She reached back and moved his hand onto her hip.

"Where'd you get this?" He asked feeling the cold metal of a handgun.

"I liberated it off a fat general on my way into town." She said with satisfaction.

"I pity the General. And the clothes?"

"I added them to the program. What do you think?"

"Impressive. I'm guessing that we're going to play the choose your own version of this story?" He looked at the street around him.

"You guess right. I don't like the ending."

Tom laughed. "What's the ending?"

"You didn't read it?"

"Not the end, it spoils the fun. So what happens?"

"And spoil the fun?" B'Elanna took the reins more firmly and urged the horse into a trot. They had an hour and a half left of holo-deck time, and a train full of gold just waiting to be robbed.