[Save Yourself, My Darling]
Male oc x fem! Oc
Star Trek reboot
Cover by bayports
Gold Winner for Phoenix Awards
Book 1 in the TO THE STARS AND BEYOND SERIES
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—|would've, could've, should've|—
"El?!? Ellie!!" A voice interrupted her thoughts of darkness crowding her mind. Her eyes opening to find herself, sitting on an old-fashioned floral arm chair. Something was off with such a change of scenery.
The room was darkly lit with the familiar scent of Cod of Cream casserole. Why the hell did it smell homemade over smelling like it came from a replicator? She lifted her head upward only to see a young boy in front of her, staring at an old cartoon show.
Dressed so properly like he'd just gone to church not too long ago. Dark brown hair and a young face of an 8 year old. Her body completely freezing up inside of her.
That was her brother.
This had to be a dream.
She was just attacked by a group of Klingons. Even before that, she'd been practicing her powers, but the tingle of those flames had disappeared. Where were the other Renegades?
"El?!?" Max turned away from the tv set, turning the ugly dark blue knitted rug, "Are you even alive?!?"
But his voice, it sounded just like his sarcastic, smartass tone. His eyes piercing into hers just like the used to do. She couldn't gel, if she"d just woken up for a dream or if this even was reality.
Recovering, she needed to speak up or Max may as well tackle her. The feeling of being able to speak to him sent a wave of joy.
"Maximus Gene Engstorm, what are you doing?" Elsa asked, trying to pull off a cocky smile. She knew full well how calling him out by his full name irritated him.
"Watching He-Man, duh! Elsa Beatrice Engstorm," He looked over at her, "Why aren't you practicing for that test in reading tomorrow?"
"Because.....we've gone over it in class too many times," Elsa retaliated.
"But......we can't have you getting another C+," Max smiled, knowingly.
To be honest, she wasn't the kind of student who was bad or good with grades. She was the person centered in the middle while her brother was an A+ student. And those C+ grades only came from her strict math teachers.
But instead of lashing out in anger, she launched herself at him. Pinning him down to the floor and began to attack him with tickles. He let out little screams and smiles as he tried to squirm away.
"Stop!" He giggled, "Your gonna mess up my hair!"
"Who cares about your perfect hair?!?" Elsa smiled, continuing her assault.
The sound of familiar footsteps wearing fluffy slippers came close to the doorway of the room. Her red hair freshly rolled into hot pink and blue curlers. Watching the siblings with her arms crossed over her chest.
"Elsa! Max!" The woman halted them.
Max and Elsa quickly sat up onto their knees from the rug. Max began flattening his hair and it's the new static look of strand sticking out. Elsa helped fix up his little bow tie before making sure her hair was still nicely down.
