You know what I just realized? On the first page of the Voyager fanfic
section, there are 6 stories by me. That's one quarter of the first page.
Man, I have even less of a life than I thought.
Anyway, Guardian Dimension, much hugs to you, I'm starting to think I'm writing stories just for you to review them. *sigh* Also, anyone who read SK's review. . . yes, she's crazy. See what I have to put up with daily? *sighs again* You have her to thank for my fanfic obsession. . .
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Delta dreamed:
*She was sleeping. In a cargo bay. On a piece of foam. She got up and walked out into the corridor, taking the foam. People were talking about her. It was snowing. She realized she was on the bridge. She'd have to sleep here. She put the foam down. Then the snow melted. She was on a raft. There was a cat with blue wings in the air beside her. Two children sat on the raft with her. Then she saw someone. . . swimming. He swam to the raft. Then a monster that was a rather offensive pink came and pulled him under. It looked up at her. It had a green pendant. It was ugly. She was scared in her stomach. Then she and the children became interested in a dog on the bank. They went and saw it. Then she swam back. The man and the monster were gone. She began to swim under the water. She saw torpedoes. She saw the monster. She swam back up. She got out of the water and walked through a wall into the mess hall. She was given a plate of bread and told to mash it. She did. Then she served people she should have recognized, but didn't. Then she went outside. It was autumn. There were leaves everywhere. There was a swing. She got on it. Kids appeared. Lots of kids. They were laughing She was laughing. The pink monster had bright red eyes. They were staring at her. The kids disappeared. The monster leered. It turned into a face. The face told her something. She got off the swing and turned away. She walked through something orange. She fell off a cliff.*
Delta woke up. She was sweating and sick to her stomach. She had been so calm in the dream, but now she was terrified. She hit the comm-thing in the wall. "Tom! Neelix! Chakotay! Kathryn! Anybody!" Then she collapsed into a ball under the blankets, shuddering and shivering. A minute later she heard the door open, and Tom and Chakotay came in. She sat up, suddenly ashamed.
"Sorry. I had a nightmare. I was half-asleep when I called you." She trembled as she remembered the nightmare. "I'm sorry I disrupted you."
Both Chakotay and Paris saw the haunted look in her eyes. Neither was very fatherly, but Tom took the lead. "You want to talk about it?"
"It would make about as much sense as how I got here. I don't think you'd get it. Suffice it to say there was an offensive pink monster, a flying cat, lots of orange, and mashed bread."
Chakotay and Tom glanced at each other. "Well then. . ." said Tom. "Wait a second, how do you know me?"
The girl gave a wry smirk. "You'll have to wait till 20 hundred hours, now won't you?"
Chakotay gave a smile and turned to Tom. "Well, Mr. Paris, don't you have a helm to man?"
Tom was disconcerted, but tried not to show it. "Sure thing, commander."
"Oh, and Tom?"
"Yes?"
The girl started laughing. She gasped out "Never mind!" before she fell to the ground in a fit of hysteria. Half the time she was laughing silently, but then she burst out rowdily. Chakotay and Tom both stared at her for a good 30 seconds before they became concerned.
"At this rate, she'll asphyxiate!" Exclaimed Tom, and rushed to replicate a sedative.
"Class Beta sedative, authorization Tom Paris gamma 5 1 0."
The hypospray appeared, and the lieutenant injected it into the girl's neck. She quieted immediately.
"Well, that was certainly interesting."
"Whatever you reminded her of must have been pretty damn funny."
Tom went and got more medication to wake her. She sat up groggily and looked around. "What happened?"
"You laughed so hard Tom here thought you'd asphyxiate."
The girl blushed. "Sorry, Lieutenant. I don't mean to be disrespectful, it's just so. . ." She stifled a giggle. "Well, it won't happen for another three or four years, so never mind."
She stood up. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Commander, Lieutenant." No more 'Tom' or 'Chakotay'.
Both men extremely unnerved, they left her quarters.
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Tom glanced at Chakotay. "What was THAT all about? 'It won't happen for another 3 or 4 years?' What was she talking about?"
"You'll find out soon enough. I say we keep this between ourselves."
"Right with you." Affirmed Paris as they stepped into the turbolift. He didn't really want it to get out that a 14 year old girl had laughed at him that hard.
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Meanwhile, Delta was trying to figure out what to do with herself. She was rested now, and she still had an hour till she needed to report to Captain Janeway. She cleaned herself up and brushed her hair. Then she went to the consol in the corner on the desk. She tapped into the system and looked into a file marked "Engineering". She looked for information on warp drive. She had 45 minutes to acquaint herself with the specification of warp theory. She found a file that looked like it was an educational briefing on warp cores. And it was here that she discovered the next shock. She read a paragraph, and felt the urge to look away. Then she proceeded to recite the paragraph, nearly word for word. She was amazed. It was just. . . there. Like the song lyrics. She could picture the words in her head. She thought back to her encounter with Tom Paris. She tried to remember what he'd said and realized, even when she had been laughing, she could HEAR his voice in her head.
"At this rate, she'll asphyxiate!", then "Class Beta sedative, authorization Tom Paris gamma 5 1 0."
She smirked to herself, satisfied. Yet another command code to add to her repertoire. She didn't know if the ones from Voyager's future would work, and she might need to access a restricted file to, save the ship or something. She didn't know. She was back to her old problem. *How much do I tell? How much do I interfere? How am I supposed to KNOW?!?* She pushed those thoughts away, and tried to focus on her work..
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Short, I know. But common, I just wrote an EXAM and I'm semi-depressed cause I want reviews! Please people? So. . . *listens to everyone who has read even one chapter of any of her stories recite along with her*: "Like it? Love it? Think I'm the devil? Insane? Brilliant? Should be somewhere with nice soft padded walls? Tell me! But if you don't, that's ok. You'll get another chance in 59 billion years on the next time round." Ya ya ya, it's nice to have a refrain. Word to the Wise: If your parents didn't have children, chances are you won't either.
PS: The dream? It's one I had. Except I didn't walk through something orange and fall of a cliff, and I wasn't in a cargo bay, I was in a garage, and the man swimming was my father. But besides that. . . I think I need to cut down on the pre-bed chocolate cake. . .
Man, I have even less of a life than I thought.
Anyway, Guardian Dimension, much hugs to you, I'm starting to think I'm writing stories just for you to review them. *sigh* Also, anyone who read SK's review. . . yes, she's crazy. See what I have to put up with daily? *sighs again* You have her to thank for my fanfic obsession. . .
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Delta dreamed:
*She was sleeping. In a cargo bay. On a piece of foam. She got up and walked out into the corridor, taking the foam. People were talking about her. It was snowing. She realized she was on the bridge. She'd have to sleep here. She put the foam down. Then the snow melted. She was on a raft. There was a cat with blue wings in the air beside her. Two children sat on the raft with her. Then she saw someone. . . swimming. He swam to the raft. Then a monster that was a rather offensive pink came and pulled him under. It looked up at her. It had a green pendant. It was ugly. She was scared in her stomach. Then she and the children became interested in a dog on the bank. They went and saw it. Then she swam back. The man and the monster were gone. She began to swim under the water. She saw torpedoes. She saw the monster. She swam back up. She got out of the water and walked through a wall into the mess hall. She was given a plate of bread and told to mash it. She did. Then she served people she should have recognized, but didn't. Then she went outside. It was autumn. There were leaves everywhere. There was a swing. She got on it. Kids appeared. Lots of kids. They were laughing She was laughing. The pink monster had bright red eyes. They were staring at her. The kids disappeared. The monster leered. It turned into a face. The face told her something. She got off the swing and turned away. She walked through something orange. She fell off a cliff.*
Delta woke up. She was sweating and sick to her stomach. She had been so calm in the dream, but now she was terrified. She hit the comm-thing in the wall. "Tom! Neelix! Chakotay! Kathryn! Anybody!" Then she collapsed into a ball under the blankets, shuddering and shivering. A minute later she heard the door open, and Tom and Chakotay came in. She sat up, suddenly ashamed.
"Sorry. I had a nightmare. I was half-asleep when I called you." She trembled as she remembered the nightmare. "I'm sorry I disrupted you."
Both Chakotay and Paris saw the haunted look in her eyes. Neither was very fatherly, but Tom took the lead. "You want to talk about it?"
"It would make about as much sense as how I got here. I don't think you'd get it. Suffice it to say there was an offensive pink monster, a flying cat, lots of orange, and mashed bread."
Chakotay and Tom glanced at each other. "Well then. . ." said Tom. "Wait a second, how do you know me?"
The girl gave a wry smirk. "You'll have to wait till 20 hundred hours, now won't you?"
Chakotay gave a smile and turned to Tom. "Well, Mr. Paris, don't you have a helm to man?"
Tom was disconcerted, but tried not to show it. "Sure thing, commander."
"Oh, and Tom?"
"Yes?"
The girl started laughing. She gasped out "Never mind!" before she fell to the ground in a fit of hysteria. Half the time she was laughing silently, but then she burst out rowdily. Chakotay and Tom both stared at her for a good 30 seconds before they became concerned.
"At this rate, she'll asphyxiate!" Exclaimed Tom, and rushed to replicate a sedative.
"Class Beta sedative, authorization Tom Paris gamma 5 1 0."
The hypospray appeared, and the lieutenant injected it into the girl's neck. She quieted immediately.
"Well, that was certainly interesting."
"Whatever you reminded her of must have been pretty damn funny."
Tom went and got more medication to wake her. She sat up groggily and looked around. "What happened?"
"You laughed so hard Tom here thought you'd asphyxiate."
The girl blushed. "Sorry, Lieutenant. I don't mean to be disrespectful, it's just so. . ." She stifled a giggle. "Well, it won't happen for another three or four years, so never mind."
She stood up. "Sorry to keep you waiting, Commander, Lieutenant." No more 'Tom' or 'Chakotay'.
Both men extremely unnerved, they left her quarters.
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Tom glanced at Chakotay. "What was THAT all about? 'It won't happen for another 3 or 4 years?' What was she talking about?"
"You'll find out soon enough. I say we keep this between ourselves."
"Right with you." Affirmed Paris as they stepped into the turbolift. He didn't really want it to get out that a 14 year old girl had laughed at him that hard.
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Meanwhile, Delta was trying to figure out what to do with herself. She was rested now, and she still had an hour till she needed to report to Captain Janeway. She cleaned herself up and brushed her hair. Then she went to the consol in the corner on the desk. She tapped into the system and looked into a file marked "Engineering". She looked for information on warp drive. She had 45 minutes to acquaint herself with the specification of warp theory. She found a file that looked like it was an educational briefing on warp cores. And it was here that she discovered the next shock. She read a paragraph, and felt the urge to look away. Then she proceeded to recite the paragraph, nearly word for word. She was amazed. It was just. . . there. Like the song lyrics. She could picture the words in her head. She thought back to her encounter with Tom Paris. She tried to remember what he'd said and realized, even when she had been laughing, she could HEAR his voice in her head.
"At this rate, she'll asphyxiate!", then "Class Beta sedative, authorization Tom Paris gamma 5 1 0."
She smirked to herself, satisfied. Yet another command code to add to her repertoire. She didn't know if the ones from Voyager's future would work, and she might need to access a restricted file to, save the ship or something. She didn't know. She was back to her old problem. *How much do I tell? How much do I interfere? How am I supposed to KNOW?!?* She pushed those thoughts away, and tried to focus on her work..
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Short, I know. But common, I just wrote an EXAM and I'm semi-depressed cause I want reviews! Please people? So. . . *listens to everyone who has read even one chapter of any of her stories recite along with her*: "Like it? Love it? Think I'm the devil? Insane? Brilliant? Should be somewhere with nice soft padded walls? Tell me! But if you don't, that's ok. You'll get another chance in 59 billion years on the next time round." Ya ya ya, it's nice to have a refrain. Word to the Wise: If your parents didn't have children, chances are you won't either.
PS: The dream? It's one I had. Except I didn't walk through something orange and fall of a cliff, and I wasn't in a cargo bay, I was in a garage, and the man swimming was my father. But besides that. . . I think I need to cut down on the pre-bed chocolate cake. . .