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Using the vortex manipulator was not supposed to feel like the universe had chewed him up and shat him out. The fact that it did this time gave him a spark of hope, glimmering through the pain that dropped him to his knees, retching. Somewhere nearby, a mechanical voice calmly announced the presence of an intruder.

"You." The voice was familiar ( Read more... )

I hate New Year's Day. Resolutions are not my thing, much less new beginnings. And the singing...he always used to sing this, it always reminds me of him whenever I hear it.

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My little wriststrap and I haven't endured a New Year in over a decade now. This one sort of snuck up on me. I wasn't watching, let my guard down. Bloody hell, I must be ( Read more... )

I've been thinking about Dick.

Well, that too, but I mean Richard. My baby brother. He always hated when I called him Dick, so of course I did all the time.

Anyway, I don't know why I've been thinking about him. He's just been on my mind lately. Which is strange, because I haven't seen him in...a couple millennia, I suppose. Time-travel ( Read more... )

John stalked through the corridors, feeling inexplicably grumpy. The rescue mission had been a complete success, and certainly the command crew seemed happy to be back. John wasn't even in a strop about not being thanked; it wasn't the sort of thing that he put much stock in, himself. But now, he just felt...frustrated ( Read more... )

John hadn't actually tested the wriststrap since the Narada repaired it for him. Then again, he didn't really have the equipment to do so. Using an uncalibrated temporal vortex manipulator was risky at best. It was also, however, the best chance they seemed to have at getting back Kirk, Spock, and McCoy ( Read more... )

The first thing John did after Joanna left was put the fucking wriststrap back on. It felt weird, too loose on her delicate feminine wrists (she snorted--she did not feel delicate) with the skin all unmarred beneath. Not that the scarring was even noticeable, really--nanogenes did wonderful things--but there was a certain lack of sensation there ( Read more... )

John woke up, unsure what time it was. This was hardly unusual; ever since Sha'kwai where he'd slept and woken twice a day, his circadian rhythm had been a little bit strange. "Computer, what time is AAAAUUGHHH ( Read more... )

Tell me your secrets, baby. You know the drill.

Anon is on, logging is off. Let's have it!

John's experience on this planet had gone from fairly miserable to completely excellent. Since his return to civilization, he'd gotten laid more times than he could remember, with more species and genders than he could name. He was understandably thrilled with this turn of events--only a couple people had rejected him, and the rest had been ( Read more... )