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Oh my God, that chapter of When I Loved You I just posted was painful. Ugh. I have decided to end that story with the next chapter. Honestly, I don’t even remember what I intended for that story anymore. It started out a Valentine Story last year and went nuts. Or I did. And now it just needs to end with the guys together.

I am mentally exhausted. Not going to lie.

I still need to get the next chapter of Maybe, Probably done as well as Didn’t We Almost Have it All. I’d also like to get another chapter of The Experiment done as it’s almost over but I don’t want to kill myself. I will be happy to get the other chapters up. I have a family thing on Sunday so my time is limited.

I did write a very brief flash which will premiere on Friday of course.

Ramblings of the Week, August 27, 2018

This past week has been quite nice weather wise. Been in the 80s during the day and 60s at night. Considering it’s August, this is fantastic weather for us. Last year during this same time period we were in the middle of one of those most horrendous heatwaves I have ever experienced and our AC was broken. What a difference a year makes! I think it’s supposed to steam up a bit come the first week of September but for now I am absolutely loving this weather. I’ll keep you posted on my chances for September lol.

This coming weekend is Labor Day of course and I decided to take an extra day off so I have a four day weekend as I took the Tuesday after as well. I am greatly looking forward to it.

We are on the stalled season for movies so I haven’t seen any in a few weeks. Last one I saw was Mission Impossible. Most of what’s out there now we will probably wait for netflix or something. I thought we might see The Meg this week but then M volunteered to work at an event for his community garden so that’s happening instead. Next week? Who knows. You know M just turned 54 and his dad died at 55 so he says to me, I have only one year left. Yes, I wanted to choke him for that. Sigh.

Funny how his birthday is around the same time as CP. CP’s being the 26th and M’s the 27th.

Last night after we returned from a celebratory dinner, I bought two more Christmas decorations! HA.

I posted the first chapter of Hello Darkness, My Old Friend on Sunday. As you know if you’ve read it, it took a very dark turn at the end, and I am afraid that will stay that way for now. My goal is to get it done by the end of the year and take them into the fall and holiday season in the story too.

I’m in the mood for my Starfleet Academy stuff so it’s likely I will work on Idiots in Love and The Experiment this week instead of The Sight or any of the rest. I intend to finish everything eventually that I have going. I guess as long as one or two of you stick with me, that’s all that matters.

I was at Target Saturday and saw that they had these television series figures from the 60s on an end cap of the toy section. I stopped when I noticed these guys from Mirror Mirror, The Original Series (suck that Discovery and Enterprise etc, TOS still comes first despite your BS, but I digress, lol).


My excitement at seeing them included in the figures soon subsided as I picked up the package to look at the dolls/figures. I don’t know who they were supposed to be because they certainly weren’t Shatner and Nimoy. Sorry, guys, but I think my 2 and half year old great niece could have done a better job getting them to actually look like Kirk and Spock. Ugh. Needless to say it went right back on the shelf. What a shame!





I think you can guess why I wrote this.

Spock Kid

“Hold my hand now, Spock. It’s just a little farther, but you don’t want to get separated.”

Spock let Mother take his hand as they walked through the throng of others that had arrived before them and with them. He had not expected it to be so crowded. The push on his mental shields of those around him was daunting.

Mother paused to read an electronic sign, her hand tightening on his hand almost painfully. She reached up, absently, to tuck a strand of loose hair back into the scarf she wore to cover her hair.

“I just need to see where we should be going.”

Fear, grief, anxiety, trepidation, it all hit him hard and at once. His face crumbled for a moment as he felt his shields falter.


She looked down at him. “Oh, Spock. I know, sweetheart. I am trying to be quick.”

They’d been evacuated from Vulcan. Forced to leave their home due to the ever growing crisis of war too near. They would join his father, Sarek, an ambassador to Earth. Where they would make their new home, presumably, at least temporarily.

“Here we are. Let’s go.”

Mother moved quickly now, practically dragging Spock through the crowded area with other refugees of the war torn planets.

She pulled him up to a man, stationed at some kind of kiosk.

“Your papers, please.”

“I am Amanda Grayson. My husband is—”

“Lady, I don’t care who your husband is. I need your papers.”

“I don’t have any papers, sir. My husband is the Vulcan ambassador to Earth. His name is Sarek. He said to just tell you that.”

The man stared at her. Shook his head. “Sorry. You have to have papers to go beyond this point.”

“But my husband—”

“I told you, I don’t care about your husband. No one’s left any such instructions with me. So if you can’t show me papers you’re going to have to step aside and let the next come through.”

Mother bit her lip. Spock could feel her dismay through their contact. But she did step to the side.

It was only a few minutes later that an official looking human male came toward them.

“Ma’am, you’re to come with me.”

Mother smiled in relief. “Then you will take me to my husband?”

“Eventually, sure. But first we need to get some information from you. “He gestured to a woman who hurried over. “Take this Vulcan boy.”

“Wait. What? My son comes with me.”

“I’m afraid not. He’s got to go to another area where refugee children are kept.”

“We-we can’t be separated.”

“I’m very sorry.” He pulled Spock’s hand from Mother’s and pushed him toward the woman. “Take the kid. Put him with the others.”


“Spock! No. I don’t want to go with you. I’ll go with my son.”

“That’s not possible, Ma’am. Come with us. Your son will be fine. It’s perfectly safe.”

“Mother! Mother!”

“No. Spock. No. Let me with my son.”

Spock watched as Mother was dragged away by the man and through a door which closed after them. His heart sank.

“Come little boy.” The woman grabbed his arm in a grip that was surprisingly strong for a human and pulled him in the opposite direction from his mother and down a very long and deserted corridor. At the end was a door, which she opened after scanning her hand over a screen.

She pushed Spock in. He noticed there were hundreds of children. Some older, some younger than himself. Of many races.

“There’s another one,” the woman said to a man standing near the front. And then she turned and left, leaving Spock standing before this man.


Spock stared at him. His shields faltering again.


He looked around at the strange faces, some pale, some dark, all with wide frightened eyes.

“Name!” the man shouted.

“I am Spock.”

The man entered something and then flicked his head toward the other children. “Join the others. And don’t make any trouble or you’ll be sorry.”

“I want to go home.”

“Then you should have stayed there in the first place. Scram.”

Spock walked away and saw not a single friendly face. But he now knew where the emotions that had battering him had come from.

And he was frightened himself. So very frightened.

He felt a hand brush his arm. He looked down to see a younger blond boy, dirty and battered, thin, gaunt, and with the bluest eyes he had ever seen.

“Hello. I’m Jim.”

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