Kid gracious kid
your eyes are blue but you won't cry
I know angry tears are too dear
you won't let them go
-- Chrissie Hynde and the Pretenders (Kid)
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Marisol couldn't be found, either.
They were in her office, "I missed you," he said, as he nibbled on her neck.
She chuckled, "What happened while I was out?"
"Oh, not much. There was a slight incident in the cafeteria. One of the Vulcan women almost choked on an almond. I performed the Heimlich Maneuver – an oldie but a goodie."
"Mouth to mouth?" she asked, pouting a little.
"No, no, it's like this, Darling," he got behind her and placed his hands below her breasts, then brought his hands together and pushed down on her ribcage a little sharply. Then he bit a little on her earlobe and grabbed at her breasts.
"Is the finish a part of the treatment?"
"No, Sweetheart. Didn't you study it at Europa Medical School?"
"I must've been out that day."
"You know," he said, "until the timeline is restored, I am a single man."
"I see."
"It seems such a pity to restore that piece of the timeline. She could be happy with James the eighteenth or whatever number he was."
"Twelfth. And that photograph wasn't exactly of a happy woman. She wasn't even smiling a little."
"My angel, that is how she smiles," he then answered his implanted Communicator, "Yes, of course, Deirdre. I'll be back in a moment. Yarin out."
"Back to checking news broadcasts," he said, "When I would much rather be with you."
"It's more fun than my monitoring."
"Most definitely. And, if I were still not married, you and I could get married, move into my house, chase each other all day long."
"I wouldn't want to live on Kronos."
"Then we'd get a bigger place on Cardassia," he said, "Trade up from the love nest I got you."
"Hmmm."
"We could get a place with a pool," he said. His implanted Communicator chimed again. He sighed, "News broadcasts for me. And monitoring awaits you."
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Deirdre stared at her PADD a few times. The second paragraph was getting closer. So far, this is what she had:
______ ____ slaughtered ____ _____ __ the ________. Suffering has ____ _______ __ _________ _________. Pain, disease, poverty and starvation ____ all ____ _____ __ ___ ____. War has ____ the ___________ _____, ______ ____ _ ____ _____ ____ _________ ____ the _________.
There were three two-letter words. She guessed by and that worked for all of them. A one-letter word was a. And so the paragraph was improved, to:
______ ____ slaughtered ____ _____ by the ________. Suffering has ____ _______ by _________ _________. Pain, disease, poverty and starvation ____ all ____ _____ by ___ ____. War has ____ the ___________ _____, ______ ____ a ____ _____ ____ _________ ____ the _________.
And now she was stuck.
Boris walked in, looking a bit red in the face, "What do you think of this?" she asked, showing him the PADD.
YOU ARE READING
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FanfictionThis time, they had no one to blame but themselves. Time was again messed up, but no one else was at fault. Still, someone was watching, and taking notes. And they had their own dilemma to deal with - how do you decide who lives, and who dies? Who's...
