I haven't posted a new chapter of this thing for about a month, not because
I didn't want to, but because... well, actually, never mind. Geometrics is
a cross between astronomy, navigation, and obviously, geometry. Sort of 3D
graphics; the ultimate application of calculus.
It's from exactly where it left off, so on we go.
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On the bridge, Tuvok acts normally, but the closer to the end of the shift, the tenser he became. The rest of the Bridge crew began to shoot him nervous glances. At then minutes to go, her stood up and paced the back of the bridge. Harry kin cleared his throat nervously in the unusual stillness. Even flyboy navigator Tom Paris checked his controls. The Captain called for a status report from Astrometrics. And then, for the first time in Starfleet history, Tuvok locked up his board and yielded his station to his replacement with the rest of the alpha shift. Mouths hung open all over the Bridge as he stood, on time to the second.
Tuvok reached his quarters to find Kate not in sight. Hearing the shower, he was removing his uniform in preparation for sleep when the sound of running water stopped.
Obviously having no idea that her commanding officer was in the room, Kate stepped out, still adjusting a towel around her hair.
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Let me rephrase that. Her towel is around her hair. The rest of her is dripping. Tuvok was just unbuttoning his- yeah, I don't really have to say it, do I.
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"Uh... hi. I didn't hear you come in." She hastily retreats into the bathroom, emerging with another towel wrapped around her body.
Tuvok took the opportunity to button his pants, although he is still shirtless. "I seem to be... early."
Kate said, wryly, "Indeed."
They are about five feet apart. Tuvok steps forward but does not touch her. "This morning..." He trails off, unsure.
"Did not happen for any logical reason."
"Precisely."
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Whatever _that_ meant.
~~
Kate retrieves her clothes and goes into the bathroom to dress. Tuvok takes the opportunity to pull on a tunic. They claim opposite sides of the large desk and begin filling out reports. They sit next to each other to do the Geometrics work; they talk a while. Finally:
"Good night, Kate." He leans over her a little to douse the lamp. Now there is just starglow and the light from his bedroom.
"Good night." She leans into the arm neither of the remember him placing around her.
They both rise to answer the door buzzer. Tuvok, in his white pajama pants and black uniform undershirt, answers the door. Kate, wearing a blue pajama outfit, is carefully reading a book on the couch.
Neelix's smiling face invites both of them to try Andorian coffee.
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You are about to kill me. I don't blame you a bit. That was badly written, not even deserving of a PG-13, absolutely stupid ick. And there's probably a typo or two in there, too. Well, TELL ME HOW TO FIX IT, WILL YOU??? _I_ obviously don't know. What do you bloody want? _I_ want a beta. _You_ want a story.
To prove there actually _is_ a next chapter, here's a preview.
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There was one telepath on Voyager. She was Marquis and she was going to be killed an an away mission, and no one knew or would know. She stared strangely as Tuvok passed.
*Whaa?? Oh my god. I did not just hear that.*
(Different preview: chapter nine, I think)
Starfleet people generally have good teeth. They also have good gums, tonsils, and esophagi.
-Some incredibly hard [geometrics] problem that is patiently impossible-
*Oh, good.* someone thought. *Maybe the ship hasn't fallen apart, after all.*
(About chapter ten:)
Math problems are not inherently romantic. They managed.
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Okay. For those of you who don't know, this is the story of Kate, Tuvok, and eventually Maria. It will, eventually, have Kate end up on Denlaria, Tuvok back on Vulcan and in the So Deal With It universe, and Maria will go get her wings. I'll post So Deal With It before I get to that point in this story, and I'll tell you when it's up.
Now you know, in general terms, what is going to happen. But I never told you the ending of _this_ story. No, Roneth, not even you know exactly. So maybe you should keep reading!
Press that nice "review" button, will you? Yes, you should feel guilty. If you want more, well, motivation helps. :)
It's from exactly where it left off, so on we go.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
On the bridge, Tuvok acts normally, but the closer to the end of the shift, the tenser he became. The rest of the Bridge crew began to shoot him nervous glances. At then minutes to go, her stood up and paced the back of the bridge. Harry kin cleared his throat nervously in the unusual stillness. Even flyboy navigator Tom Paris checked his controls. The Captain called for a status report from Astrometrics. And then, for the first time in Starfleet history, Tuvok locked up his board and yielded his station to his replacement with the rest of the alpha shift. Mouths hung open all over the Bridge as he stood, on time to the second.
Tuvok reached his quarters to find Kate not in sight. Hearing the shower, he was removing his uniform in preparation for sleep when the sound of running water stopped.
Obviously having no idea that her commanding officer was in the room, Kate stepped out, still adjusting a towel around her hair.
~~
Let me rephrase that. Her towel is around her hair. The rest of her is dripping. Tuvok was just unbuttoning his- yeah, I don't really have to say it, do I.
~~
"Uh... hi. I didn't hear you come in." She hastily retreats into the bathroom, emerging with another towel wrapped around her body.
Tuvok took the opportunity to button his pants, although he is still shirtless. "I seem to be... early."
Kate said, wryly, "Indeed."
They are about five feet apart. Tuvok steps forward but does not touch her. "This morning..." He trails off, unsure.
"Did not happen for any logical reason."
"Precisely."
~~
Whatever _that_ meant.
~~
Kate retrieves her clothes and goes into the bathroom to dress. Tuvok takes the opportunity to pull on a tunic. They claim opposite sides of the large desk and begin filling out reports. They sit next to each other to do the Geometrics work; they talk a while. Finally:
"Good night, Kate." He leans over her a little to douse the lamp. Now there is just starglow and the light from his bedroom.
"Good night." She leans into the arm neither of the remember him placing around her.
They both rise to answer the door buzzer. Tuvok, in his white pajama pants and black uniform undershirt, answers the door. Kate, wearing a blue pajama outfit, is carefully reading a book on the couch.
Neelix's smiling face invites both of them to try Andorian coffee.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~
You are about to kill me. I don't blame you a bit. That was badly written, not even deserving of a PG-13, absolutely stupid ick. And there's probably a typo or two in there, too. Well, TELL ME HOW TO FIX IT, WILL YOU??? _I_ obviously don't know. What do you bloody want? _I_ want a beta. _You_ want a story.
To prove there actually _is_ a next chapter, here's a preview.
~~~~~~~~~~~
There was one telepath on Voyager. She was Marquis and she was going to be killed an an away mission, and no one knew or would know. She stared strangely as Tuvok passed.
*Whaa?? Oh my god. I did not just hear that.*
(Different preview: chapter nine, I think)
Starfleet people generally have good teeth. They also have good gums, tonsils, and esophagi.
-Some incredibly hard [geometrics] problem that is patiently impossible-
*Oh, good.* someone thought. *Maybe the ship hasn't fallen apart, after all.*
(About chapter ten:)
Math problems are not inherently romantic. They managed.
~~~~~~~
Okay. For those of you who don't know, this is the story of Kate, Tuvok, and eventually Maria. It will, eventually, have Kate end up on Denlaria, Tuvok back on Vulcan and in the So Deal With It universe, and Maria will go get her wings. I'll post So Deal With It before I get to that point in this story, and I'll tell you when it's up.
Now you know, in general terms, what is going to happen. But I never told you the ending of _this_ story. No, Roneth, not even you know exactly. So maybe you should keep reading!
Press that nice "review" button, will you? Yes, you should feel guilty. If you want more, well, motivation helps. :)
