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[narnia_in_space]

            Lying on his bed, he scans the ceiling for something to look at, but it is all smooth and white and unchanged from last night’s viewing.  In his dorm room at the Starfleet Academy, he had preoccupied himself with the cracks in the plaster above his bed many a night, listening to the older students clinking bottles next door, laughing as

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[xkiisstheraiin]

I think this is really really wonderful; its written amazingly and I'm about to read Part 2 & wait (semi-impatiently) for the rest! :) Chekov is my new favorite, and this breaks my heart in a good-because-you-will-fix-this sort of way :D

P.S. I hope you don't mind me adding you to my f-list so I'll get your updates :D I'm Karen, btw :) *waves*