Why I love ASCEM
Kiff
het, from all ST series.
I love all the weird non-Trek things that get discussed here, from
Peeps to manga to linguistics. This is an intelligent, freewheeling
group unlike any other that I belong to on the Net.
I don't agree with everyone here all the time. I don't read all the
stories that get posted here. Some stories touch me. Some make me
laugh. Some squick me. Some make me angry.
But I wouldn't change a thing about this group.
After reading all of today's posts, I just felt I needed to say this.
Peace,
Kiff
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ellen_fremedon
> I love ASCEM. I love the variety of stories we get here, slash *and*
> het, from all ST series.
>
> I love all the weird non-Trek things that get discussed here, from
> Peeps to manga to linguistics. This is an intelligent, freewheeling
> group unlike any other that I belong to on the Net.
>
> I don't agree with everyone here all the time. I don't read all the
> stories that get posted here. Some stories touch me. Some make me
> laugh. Some squick me. Some make me angry.
>
> But I wouldn't change a thing about this group.
>
> After reading all of today's posts, I just felt I needed to say this.
>
> Peace,
>
> Kiff
What she said.
And I want to add a note of praise for Rae's troll-handling skills.
(She obviously prefers the Eddic method of arguing with them until
dawn.)
Ellen
Rae
> And I want to add a note of praise for Rae's troll-handling skills.
> (She obviously prefers the Eddic method of arguing with them until
> dawn.)
(Eddic?)
More normally my approach to trolls is actually to ignore them, because
they're irritating beasts. But these two were fun up until they reached
the point where all they seemed able to do was throw insults at anything
and everything - which is the sure sign that you've won, of course, but
it took an awful lot of posts to get there.
I'm going to post some slash to try and make up for it... Unfortunately
it's not NC-17 and I wrote it ages ago, but it'll be new to ASC and the
important thing is to be posting trash.
- Rae -
cimorene111
> --- In ASCEML@y..., Kiff <Kiff47@y...> wrote:
> What she said.
>
> And I want to add a note of praise for Rae's troll-handling skills.
> (She obviously prefers the Eddic method of arguing with them until
> dawn.)
>
> Ellen
Eddic--is that the Scandinavian variety of troll that melts (or turns
to stone, or whatever) when touched by the sun?
Rae, I'm not sure how long it is until sunrise, but in the meantime,
thanks for being so very entertaining.
cim
ellen_fremedon
> ellen_fremedon wrote:
>
> > And I want to add a note of praise for Rae's troll-handling skills.
> > (She obviously prefers the Eddic method of arguing with them until
> > dawn.)
>
> (Eddic?)
Trolls turn to stone if they're caught by sunlight; there's a poem
somewhere in the Elder Edda, a loose collection of Old Norse poetry
about Thor arguing with one until the sun comes up.
> More normally my approach to trolls is actually to ignore them, because
> they're irritating beasts. But these two were fun up until they reached
> the point where all they seemed able to do was throw insults at anything
> and everything - which is the sure sign that you've won, of course, but
> it took an awful lot of posts to get there.
>
> I'm going to post some slash to try and make up for it... Unfortunately
> it's not NC-17 and I wrote it ages ago, but it'll be new to ASC and the
> important thing is to be posting trash.
Goody! Looking forward to reading it.
Ellen
Miss Sunbeam
NEW: And Forever 01/01 (Sequel to "Always")
Author: The Enigmatic Big Miss Sunbeam
Series: TOS
Code: K/S
Rating: NC-17
Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom own "Star Trek" and
all its incarnations.
Summary: The ultimate squick, but it's possible
you knew this was coming.
Archive: Please archive this anywhere, the ASCEM
archives, Trekiverse, Trekslash, anywhere.
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"Didn't he ramble?"
And Spock looked up.
What had McCoy just said? "Jim?" Spock asked
carefully. Had McCoy been referring to Jim?
"Just an old earth song," McCoy was now murmuring
as he looked out at the starfield. Since the
Enterprise was in docking mode, even the stars
were motionless. Then McCoy sighed. "I gave him
the usual treatment." The irradiation: it would
keep Jim's body from further deterioration for
ten days or so.
Then McCoy turned around; his eyes were wild and
lost. "Well, Spock, I guess we better do that
ritual Vulcan cleaning thing."
And together Spock and McCoy arranged Jim's limbs
and washed every part of him.
Curious how death had treated Jim. He was as
pretty as ever, his hair damp and curling around
his pink ears.
When they were finished, McCoy slumped against
the cabin wall. "Spock, you probably want to stay
with the body til the Starfleet ceremony, but I
sure would recommend some rest. I'm going to go
on to my quarters. You call me if you need to."
And McCoy left.
Now Spock was alone with Jim.
Jim lying naked, slightly damp. Still beautiful
as a boy, his skin still that lovely warm color.
It was impossible that Jim (Jim, with that
unnervingly slow smile, with those mysterious and
heated eyes), impossible that Jim had given in to
this most quotidian of enemies.
Spock couldn't tear his eyes from Jim.
From Jim's naked body.
Spock hugged himself.
If this had been a traditional Vulcan funeral, a
high priest would now be chanting the ancient
litany:
"Birth is the naked time
and death is the naked time.
Passage without pride,
change without chaos."
But they weren't on Vulcan. Still, on impulse –
if they had been on Vulcan, it would be what he
would have to do – Spock took off his robe. Jim
was naked as any animal, and so Spock would be
too. He would not claim any superiority in being
clad in the last rag of life.
He touched Jim's limp hand.
"Jim?"
Jim could not be dead.
He looked down at the immaculate and silent Jim.
"Jim?" he whispered.
His Jim. Still beautiful, still golden and full
of the blood Spock loved.
Jim looked so alive. So alert. So familiar.
Sleeping as Spock watched him. Often Spock had
watched Jim sleep. Watched him so intently that
Jim's eyes would open. "What do you want,
Spock?" And then Spock would take his fragrant
and warm Jim in his arms and move his long legs
between Jim's strong thighs and they would make
love the rest of the night.
Now Jim was lying there with his hands in limp
fists beside him, his eyes closed, his head
turned to the side, like a statue of a god. And
it was as if Spock's body did not know Jim was
dead and was being the least little bit
illogical. He breathed out.
Aroused.
Because Jim's beauty was intact.
It was illogical but not entirely. They had been
bondmates and lovers. And Jim would want
something like this, Jim was the most sexually
adventurous person he'd ever known. Jim had
loved it when Spock touched himself. He would
whisper things in Spock's ear, things about other
men or women, and he would whisper about all the
delights that were between his own legs or the
bliss of his soft and curvy mouth.
Jim.
Spock wasn't hurting anyone, and he thought of
gripping himself with Jim watching clothed or
with Jim gently rubbing the front of his own
jeans or then insouciantly unzipping and moving
his fist against himself, and how often they had
watched each other becoming ecstatic together.
So many years ago, after they had become lovers,
he had awakened to find Jim standing over him
with his erection in his hand. "Spock, jerk off
for me." And, when Spock demurred, Jim had
said, "Spock, I want to come and come hard, I
want to jerk off while you jerk off. Your big
cock . .. " Jim had been making himself pink and
breathless as he spoke, almost in a trance.
"We've undressed together before, and I always
got to sneak a look at your cock. Dammit, now do
it." And Spock had been erect the whole while
and he threw the covers down to his knees and,
spreading his long legs, took himself in his long
fingered-hand while Jim moaned above him.
He had always done what Jim wanted; he was doing
it now.
He would do this for Jim, still beautiful, his
skin pink and gold in the bright stars, with the
comfortable sound of the giant breathing engines
of the Enterprise, his own breathing, his own
ears roaring, and he gasped. He had a sudden
vision of Jim sitting before him, naked, his
thighs open. Spock had not meant to, exactly,
but what would it be like to close in on Jim,
between Jim's legs, and he was pulsing, his eyes
closed, almost as if Jim were alive with him.
He opened his eyes. And looked down. He had
come all over Jim, shiny streams of liquid on
Jim's stomach, on Jim's soft nesting cock.
Spock touched Jim, rubbing the semen gently into
Jim's stomach.
Spock could not believe it.
He swallowed. Breathed in. Because he was still
erect.
Unsatisfied.
But he was naked with Jim. It was impossible for
him to be naked with Jim and not be aroused. He
rubbed himself a little more.
And a sort of fury took over. He would have one
more time. It was not wrong and nothing would
stop him. He lay on Jim's body, nearly face to
face. One last time, t'hyla, one last time. And
no one would know.
One more time; it would not even be a violation,
pushing Jim's strong thighs together to form a
little place for his cock, a little place there
that he could fuck again and it would be quick
and nearly innocent.
After all he and Jim had already done that a few
time when in a hurry, in barroom toilets or on
wargame maneuvers before the others could
discover them.
Jim leaning over a sink or kneeling on the ground
and letting Spock move between his legs while he
held himself. Spock kissing him there and Jim
squeezing his legs together and asking him to
hurry, Jim stroking himself. "I can see it, I
can feel it. When we get back, I'll kneel on the
side of our bed and . . ." (*our* bed. Spock's
heart had leapt. He had always tried to keep his
scrupulous Vulcan distance, but Jim seemed to
want him constantly. Our bed) " . . . stick
out my ass. Come for me, Spock. Come." Jim
always so adventurous. Once naked in an empty
barroom. Sitting with his knees apart on a
barstool. And naked Spock standing close behind
him. Oh, Spock would have pushed himself into
Jim's bones if he could have.
"Jim." His teeth were gritted. "Jim." His cock
was big and suspended between Jim's soft thighs.
"Jim!" He needed Jim to make him come, oh, this
one last time. "Jim, Jim," the word itself now
seemed to swell and encompass all the universe as
if he were trapped between Jim's legs instead of
being trapped between lurches of time as he was
now.
Jim? Was Jim in a place where he would know how
hard he still made Spock. Jim had loved Spock's
size, had loved having a lover with a cock as big
as Spock's. For Jim, it wasn't just the pleasure
of it, it was the knowledge that Spock wanted him
enough to show the evolved and limitless desire
of a cock that size.
"I'd show you off everywhere if you'd let me,"
Jim had whispered. "I'd make you take it out
everywhere. And I'd say, this is my dick; it
belongs to me. It's mine, all mine. Look at it.
Look at what I did, look at what I won," and
Jim's erotic litany went on and on like that and
made Spock very happy because they were safe in
Jim's quarters and, while his cock was hard, it
was still proper, it was still logical. Jim had
his hand inside Spock's pants making him
unbearably hard and leaking. "I wouldn't let you
ever get soft."
And now he was jerking his body between Jim's big
thighs; if he pushed Jim's legs together even
more, they would press him more tightly as he
rhythmically pushed again and again against Jim's
legs. All those times Jim had invited him to
fuck him, Jim's casual human sexuality; oh, if
Jim were Jim now, Spock would make Jim get on
his hands and knees and he would grind himself
into Jim's body, gripping the perfect arcs of
Jim's body just so, so hard he might bruise Jim's
pink skin but Jim had always loved that and
sometimes he would rear up and throw his arms
behind him, grabbing the surprised Spock, pulling
him inside him even further because he wanted to
come and he did come screaming and Spock came
with him, surprised and surrounded by Jim's flesh
and screaming with him before they both
collapsed.
And with this, Spock came again, stronger than
before.
No.
No.
No.
It must have been some form of the plak tow.
Spock had come twice, the last time afraid of
crushing Jim with his strength, but he was still
hard, still aroused, and he wanted to come even
more. He threw his head back and bit his lower
lip so hard it bled.
"Jim" he said hoarsely, "Jim."
And he slipped to the floor and pulled Jim's legs
apart and began to fuck him for real now, all the
way inside Jim's slack and ready body. Oh, it
could not have been him doing this, holding Jim's
limp thighs over his arms and penetrating Jim's
lifeless body, frenzied as a satyr, pumping
again and again inside Jim, inside the most
secret part of Jim that he knew as well as he
knew the feel of his own fingertips – only now
he could unleash his strength. He had always
held back a touch, not in his heart, which was
what mattered, but with his body, because he knew
he could have broken Jim even though Jim's bones
were horse-like, iron. Now he could use his full
strength, Jim was beyond hurt, and Spock refused
to think any more, the icy wind of logic would
overwhelm him, and all he wanted was Jim, wild to
be inside Jim and with Jim forever.
And then he heard it, a whisper of a chime, and
he was still in the fever, still pumping against
Jim's limpness, but he was also somewhere else,
on a great desert plane where he could hear that
odd little sound, and he looked at Jim's closed
eyes and said "Jim, Jim," meaning make him come,
make him come again and again, he wanted to come
inside of Jim, he wanted Jim to make him come,
and he closed his eyes and he was overwhelmed by
the tide of blood that rose over him and he felt
he could destroy Jim's frail body with his
intensity of his dreams, and he was coming into
Jim and he pushed inside as hard as he could as
if joined with Jim's body and then suddenly Jim's
arm moved off the table and Spock leapt back.
What?
"Jim?"
He looked at Jim's arm; it was swinging like the
slow pendulum of a clock by the side of the
table.
Spock had accidentally pushed Jim's arm off the
table.
He looked at the slowing arm, its loose fist.
There was a little blood in the corner of Spock's
mouth; he could taste it.
He sat back.
Jim was dead.
Jim was dead.
Jim's arm was swinging very gently now. "Jim?"
he said, "Jim?" He had just pushed Jim's body
over to the side too far. That was all. The
beautiful arm was nearly still now. Jim's last
motion.
Jim's flesh was cooling too. Spock could feel
it. And Spock could smell the water they had
washed Jim in. It did not smell of Jim.
This wasn't Jim.
Something cool and damp came over Spock's fever.
This wasn't Jim.
Because Jim's body was dead, and somewhere
inside, near where he had been, the tragic and
regrettable decline of the body had started. But
there was no Jim in that beautiful body. It had
lured Spock in for love, but then the body had
failed.
Only the love remained.
This was no more Jim than the robe on the floor
was Spock. Less so. This flesh would fall apart
very soon. The robe would last a number of
seasons.
He pulled Jim's body to him, to kiss it, and
Jim's head lolled loosely against his shoulder
like a baby's.
He brought Jim's cool cheek to his own
superheated face. The coolness was strangely
calming.
It was not really Jim, the way a cut rose was not
quite a rose. He loved Jim, and he loved this
body that reminded him of what Jim had meant to
him, but nature had another thing to do to this
version of Jim.
"Jim," he whispered, tasting the air-flavored
memory. He would never have Jim again because
there was no Jim at all.
So where was Jim now?
Spock's eyes cut to the starfield.
A strange sort of happiness, stronger than any
orgasm, was possessing him. He still had his
love; Jim was dead, Jim's body was dead and soon
never to be possessed again in all its golden
glory, but his love was entirely intact.
And that was what Spock had left.
All that love.
"Jim," he whispered into the air, the air where
Jim lived now. It would be logical now to do the
other things Jim wanted: duty, bravery. The way
Jim squared his shoulders and made those very
human motions towards the future. Jim knew death
was there waiting in the shadows of his life, but
he was indifferent.
Spock must now taste that indifference.
He reached over and put his robe on; he would
have to be ready for the next moment.
-end-
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Rae
> > (Eddic?)
>
> Trolls turn to stone if they're caught by sunlight; there's a poem
> somewhere in the Elder Edda, a loose collection of Old Norse poetry
> about Thor arguing with one until the sun comes up.
Huh.
The only derivation I could work out for Eddic *was* Edda, and I thought
that had to be wrong...
Sometimes it requires a broad base of knowledge to be stupid. ;)
There's a Viking history unit I really wanted to do on next semester at
uni, but I can't do it because I'd have to drop either Logic and
Language or Language Variation and Social Change to make room in my
schedule, and I rilly rilly need both of those. <sob> It's not FAIR,
dammit.
_R-
ellen_fremedon
>
> > > (Eddic?)
> >
> > Trolls turn to stone if they're caught by sunlight; there's a poem
> > somewhere in the Elder Edda, a loose collection of Old Norse poetry
> > about Thor arguing with one until the sun comes up.
>
> Huh.
>
> The only derivation I could work out for Eddic *was* Edda, and I thought
> that had to be wrong...
>
> Sometimes it requires a broad base of knowledge to be stupid. ;)
<g> I hear you.
> There's a Viking history unit I really wanted to do on next semester at
> uni, but I can't do it because I'd have to drop either Logic and
> Language or Language Variation and Social Change to make room in my
> schedule, and I rilly rilly need both of those. <sob> It's not FAIR,
> dammit.
:-(. There's a new book on Icelandic history by Jesse Byock that's an
interesting read. No substitute for the class, of course.
Ellen
J. Juls
Julie
sassyinkpen
>
> NEW: And Forever 01/01 (Sequel to "Always")
> Author: The Enigmatic Big Miss Sunbeam
> Series: TOS
> Code: K/S
> Rating: NC-17
> Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom own "Star Trek" and
> all its incarnations.
> Summary: The ultimate squick, but it's possible
> you knew this was coming.
Actually, I found this to be a very powerful piece of writing. It
proves a point that *intent* has so much to do with what's right or
wrong, and that nothing is ever black and white. Again, I'm fairly
awed.
Sassy
ellen_fremedon
>
> Author: The Enigmatic Big Miss Sunbeam
> Series: TOS
> Code: K/S
> Rating: NC-17
> Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom own "Star Trek" and
> all its incarnations.
> Summary: The ultimate squick, but it's possible
> you knew this was coming.
Well, I had wondered...
Only you, Sunbeam, could make this story this beautiful. The prose
throughout reflects Spock's state of mind perfectly-- shattered, only
held together by Jim.
s
p
o
i
l
e
r
s
These were the moments that I found most affecting and powerful
> So many years ago, after they had become lovers,
> he had awakened to find Jim standing over him
> with his erection in his hand. "Spock, jerk off
> for me." And, when Spock demurred, Jim had
> said, "Spock, I want to come and come hard, I
> want to jerk off while you jerk off. Your big
> cock . .. " Jim had been making himself pink and
> breathless as he spoke, almost in a trance.
> "We've undressed together before, and I always
> got to sneak a look at your cock. Dammit, now do
> it." And Spock had been erect the whole while
> and he threw the covers down to his knees and,
> spreading his long legs, took himself in his long
> fingered-hand while Jim moaned above him.
>
> He had always done what Jim wanted; he was doing
> it now.
What an image.
> "I'd show you off everywhere if you'd let me,"
> Jim had whispered. "I'd make you take it out
> everywhere. And I'd say, this is my dick; it
> belongs to me. It's mine, all mine. Look at it.
> Look at what I did, look at what I won," and
> Jim's erotic litany went on and on like that and
> made Spock very happy because they were safe in
> Jim's quarters and, while his cock was hard, it
> was still proper, it was still logical. Jim had
> his hand inside Spock's pants making him
> unbearably hard and leaking. "I wouldn't let you
> ever get soft."
Yes. This comes through more in 'Always' than here, but I love how you
show Kirk and Spock having such a rich fantasy life. So many K/S
writers seem to assume that since they've got each other, they don't
need fantasies. Unrealistic way to portray two such imaginative men.
And I can really see this as one more arena in which Kirk would try to
break through Spock's reserve.
> And he slipped to the floor and pulled Jim's legs
> apart and began to fuck him for real now, all the
> way inside Jim's slack and ready body. Oh, it
> could not have been him doing this, holding Jim's
> limp thighs over his arms and penetrating Jim's
> lifeless body, frenzied as a satyr, pumping
> again and again inside Jim, inside the most
> secret part of Jim that he knew as well as he
> knew the feel of his own fingertips – only now
> he could unleash his strength. He had always
> held back a touch, not in his heart, which was
> what mattered, but with his body, because he knew
> he could have broken Jim even though Jim's bones
> were horse-like, iron. Now he could use his full
> strength, Jim was beyond hurt, and Spock refused
> to think any more, the icy wind of logic would
> overwhelm him, and all he wanted was Jim, wild to
> be inside Jim and with Jim forever.
I can't articulate why this passage struck me so strongly yet. I'll
get back to you if I figure it out. All I can say is that when I read
it, my breath caught and I felt a pull like a hand closing around my
breastbone.
Thank you for this story, Sunbeam.
Ellen
mgtrekbell
>
Yup. Tenderness. And a very knowing and poignant look at the
madness that seizes us all, for a time, when a loved one has died.
Thanks, my darling Miss Sunbeam.
EmGee
sighing with a combination of sadness and satisfaction
k one of seven
for 20 min?!?!?!?!
Sunbeam, you just *tear* my heart.
I'll try to do real fb when I've recovered.
k1
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> -----Original Message-----
> From: sassyinkpen [mailto:sassy...@yahoo.com]
> Actually, I found this to be a very powerful piece of writing. It
> proves a point that *intent* has so much to do with what's right or
> wrong, and that nothing is ever black and white.
Fer sure! I was so into Spock's head, I forgot what he was actually
doing!
Julie
dunyazad9
> Trolls turn to stone if they're caught by sunlight; there's a poem
> somewhere in the Elder Edda, a loose collection of Old Norse poetry
> about Thor arguing with one until the sun comes up
What a great idea -- it would make a marvellous Trek story. I can see
several ST characters doing this. Kirk and/or Spock spring most
immediately to mind, but it would be fun to try it with Picard or
Data or ... almost anybody but Wesley, I guess.
I enjoyed watching Rae's troll-handling skills, as well. Rae, I shall
miss you when your holiday ends and you have to take a hiatus from
the ng. I've enjoyed getting to "know" you better through your posts.
Judith
Miss Sunbeam
--- ellen_fremedon <Ellen_F...@hotmail.com>
wrote:
> Only you, Sunbeam, could make this story this
> beautiful. The prose
> throughout reflects Spock's state of mind
> perfectly-- shattered, only
> held together by Jim.
thank you: I really wanted an adult story: no
hold barred adult. What adult really means.
> s
> p
> o
> i
> l
> e
> r
> s
>
>
> These were the moments that I found most
> affecting and powerful
>
>
<snip>
> > He had always done what Jim wanted; he was
> doing
> > it now.
>
>
> What an image.
Thank you for being such a sensitive and
attentive reader!
<snip>
> > Jim's quarters and, while his cock was hard,
> it
> > was still proper, it was still logical. Jim
> had
> > his hand inside Spock's pants making him
> > unbearably hard and leaking. "I wouldn't let
> you
> > ever get soft."
>
> Yes. This comes through more in 'Always' than
> here, but I love how you
> show Kirk and Spock having such a rich fantasy
> life. So many K/S
> writers seem to assume that since they've got
> each other, they don't
> need fantasies. Unrealistic way to portray two
> such imaginative men.
What a good perception: that's especially true of
Jim: ""Piece of the Action", the ep with the
Romulan Commander. He very much likes to play -
he would of course play in sex too.
> And I can really see this as one more arena in
> which Kirk would try to
> break through Spock's reserve.
In canon, he is frequently playful as a way of
showing Spock how much he cares, isn't he?
<sigh> Jim! <sigh>
<snip>
> > overwhelm him, and all he wanted was Jim,
> wild to
> > be inside Jim and with Jim forever.
>
> I can't articulate why this passage struck me
> so strongly yet. I'll
> get back to you if I figure it out. All I can
> say is that when I read
> it, my breath caught and I felt a pull like a
> hand closing around my
> breastbone.
>
> Thank you for this story, Sunbeam.
>
> Ellen
<beamblush> thank YOU, Ellen!
sunbeam
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Miss Sunbeam
--- k one of seven <k1...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> how in the hell am I supposed to go to church
> now that I've been bawling
> for 20 min?!?!?!?!
> Sunbeam, you just *tear* my heart.
>
> I'll try to do real fb when I've recovered.
> k1
Remember what Spock found out: Jim wants us to
soldier on, no matter what. I'm glad we're
together on this.
luv ya,
Sunbeam
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Miss Sunbeam
--- mgtrekbell <mgt...@juno.com> wrote:
> --- In ASCEML@y..., Miss Sunbeam
> <bigmisssunbeam49@y...> wrote:
> >
> > NEW: And Forever 01/01 (Sequel to "Always")
>
> Yup. Tenderness. And a very knowing and
> poignant look at the
> madness that seizes us all, for a time, when a
> loved one has died.
>
> Thanks, my darling Miss Sunbeam.
>
> EmGee
> sighing with a combination of sadness and
> satisfaction
Thank YOU, darling, and you know you started that
whole sequence for me with our discussion of
"Surrogate" -- very gratifying to see it
reposted!
luv ya,
Sunbeam
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Rae
> What a great idea -- it would make a marvellous Trek story. I can see
> several ST characters doing this. Kirk and/or Spock spring most
> immediately to mind, but it would be fun to try it with Picard or
> Data or ... almost anybody but Wesley, I guess.
... and I took it as a challenge.
> I enjoyed watching Rae's troll-handling skills, as well. Rae, I shall
> miss you when your holiday ends and you have to take a hiatus from
> the ng. I've enjoyed getting to "know" you better through your posts.
<grin> Thanks. And to everyone who said nice things about my Thor
interlude.
Without further ado, I present my very, very first TOSfic. I apologise
for the surely bad characterisation and the utterly silly plot in
advance. And for the fact that it's about one page long.
TITLE: Kirk and the Troll
AUTHOR: Rae <artemis at wn.com.au>
SERIES: TOS
CODES: K
DISCLAIMER: I'm sure I stole Kirk's tactics from a kids' story, because
it just seems like that kind of plot. Oh, and I don't own the TOS
characters.
SUMMARY: Kirk gets caught by a troll.
"RRRAAARRRGGGHHH!"
Kirk jumped at the roar behind him. The security detail aimed phasers at
the massive monster that staggered out of the night-dark bushes towards
them.
"RRRAAARRRGGGHHH!"
"What is that?" Sulu asked.
The monster looked at Sulu. "I is a troll!" it bellowed. "I is going to
eat you!"
Spock looked up from his tricorder. "You are a silicon based life form,"
he said. "We are carbon-based. We will provide you with almost no
nutritional benefit."
The troll appeared to think about this. "I is not caring! I is eating
you anyway! Har! Har! Is funny!" It laughed loudly, slapping its thigh
in apparent appreciation of its own wit.
The Enterprise away team looked at each other."Kirk to Enterprise," Kirk
said, flipping out his communicator. "Beam us up."
It very nearly was enough, but at the last moment the troll lunged
forward and grabbed the captain, yanking him out of range and,
coincidentally, treading on the communicator that was bumped from Kirk's
hand.
"I is going to eat you!" the troll chided. "You no run away!" With long,
bumpy strides he carried Kirk away from the landing site.
/I have to stall/, Kirk thought. /They'll come back for me./
For now, though, he was too busy trying to breathe through the tight
grip on his ribs as the troll tucked him under its arm.
He was dropped unceremoniously in a clearing. "Now I eat you!"
"No, no, not now," Kirk said, thinking fast. "You're going to eat me -"
"Tasty!"
"- well, that's fair enough. But I'd hate to die for an inferior meal."
"What!"
"You should cook me. With side-dishes, and a nice entree. I can teach
you how."
The troll pondered this at length.
"Teach!"
"All right. The first thing you'll need is a fire."
"Fire! I make fire!" The troll made as if to leave in search of
combustibles, then stopped. "You think you clever!" It shook a large,
grubby finger at him. "I take you with me!"
The fire was lit - after the second search for materials, actually,
because the troll turned its back for slightly longer than it might have
and Kirk had had a cup of coffee before he beamed down.
"No, this won't do at all. That wood smells terrible, it'll ruin my
delicate flavour," he said indignantly. "We'll have to go looking
again."
/Hurry up, Spock…/
An argument over recipes took up nearly an hour, a search for herbs and
vegetables an hour more. By this time a pre-dawn glow was creeping over
the horizon, and Kirk began to wonder if he was in more trouble than
he'd anticipated. The troll, despite its limited intelligence, had not
offered any opportunities for escape as yet.
The first lance of sunlight was joined by beams of phaser light stabbed
out from the surrounding trees, striking the troll and dropping it to
the ground. It collapsed, dead as a stone. Kirk straightened from where
he had been sorting through vegetables.
"You took your time, Mr Spock."
The Vulcan inclined his head. "My apologies, captain."
Miss Sunbeam
--- sassyinkpen <sassy...@yahoo.com> wrote:
> --- In ASCEML@y..., Miss Sunbeam
> <bigmisssunbeam49@y...> wrote:
> >
> > NEW: And Forever 01/01 (Sequel to "Always")
> > Author: The Enigmatic Big Miss Sunbeam
> > Series: TOS
> > Code: K/S
> > Rating: NC-17
> > Disclaimer: Paramount/Viacom own "Star Trek"
> and
> > all its incarnations.
> > Summary: The ultimate squick, but it's
> possible
> > you knew this was coming.
>
>
> Actually, I found this to be a very powerful
> piece of writing. It
> proves a point that *intent* has so much to do
> with what's right or
> wrong, and that nothing is ever black and
> white. Again, I'm fairly
> awed.
>
> Sassy
You are so much in the right place: for much of
the year, a number of us have been talking about
the uselessness of a totally binary world. I
think it's quite possible to be a compassionate
useful monogamous adult who is no more attractive
than the creature from the black lagoon and yet
who still has a serious interest in erotica.
Thank you for all your good recent posts, Sas,
and talk to you later!
luv ya,
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Miss Sunbeam
--- "J. Juls" <jj...@tbc.net> wrote:
>
>
> > -----Original Message-----
> > From: sassyinkpen
> [mailto:sassy...@yahoo.com]
> > Actually, I found this to be a very powerful
> piece of writing. It
> > proves a point that *intent* has so much to
> do with what's right or
> > wrong, and that nothing is ever black and
> white.
>
> Fer sure! I was so into Spock's head, I forgot
> what he was actually
> doing!
>
> Julie
Thank you, Julie! <beambeamsmileyay>
Yrs.
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>
> > What a great idea -- it would make a marvellous Trek story. I can see
> > several ST characters doing this. Kirk and/or Spock spring most
> > immediately to mind, but it would be fun to try it with Picard or
> > Data or ... almost anybody but Wesley, I guess.
>
> ... and I took it as a challenge.
>
> > I enjoyed watching Rae's troll-handling skills, as well. Rae, I shall
> > miss you when your holiday ends and you have to take a hiatus from
> > the ng. I've enjoyed getting to "know" you better through your posts.
>
> <grin> Thanks. And to everyone who said nice things about my Thor
> interlude.
>
> Without further ado, I present my very, very first TOSfic. I apologise
> for the surely bad characterisation and the utterly silly plot in
> advance. And for the fact that it's about one page long.
>
> TITLE: Kirk and the Troll
> AUTHOR: Rae <artemis at wn.com.au>
> SERIES: TOS
> CODES: K
> DISCLAIMER: I'm sure I stole Kirk's tactics from a kids' story, because
> it just seems like that kind of plot. Oh, and I don't own the TOS
> characters.
> SUMMARY: Kirk gets caught by a troll.
ROFL! Loved this, Rae. A very Kirkian response. And nice echoes of
The Hobbit, too.
Speaking of Eddic reinterpretations, have you read Scarlet's "How Thor
Got His Hammer Back?" It's a K/S version of Thrymskvitha, the story
where Thor has to cross-dress.
Ellen, who played the giant's sister in a dramatization of Thrymskvitha
2 weeks ago.
Rae
> > TITLE: Kirk and the Troll
> ROFL! Loved this, Rae. A very Kirkian response. And nice echoes of
> The Hobbit, too.
I'm glad you liked it - I had big nervy thing happening about posting
something TOS. It's the one series I'd not done *anything* in before.
> Speaking of Eddic reinterpretations, have you read Scarlet's "How Thor
> Got His Hammer Back?" It's a K/S version of Thrymskvitha, the story
> where Thor has to cross-dress.
Ooh, no. That sounds cool. Where could I find it?
> Ellen, who played the giant's sister in a dramatization of Thrymskvitha
> 2 weeks ago.
Spiffy!
- Rae -
Theganan
> The Hobbit, too.
I agree - it was much fun reading, and very fitting!
> Speaking of Eddic reinterpretations, have you read Scarlet's "How Thor
> Got His Hammer Back?" It's a K/S version of Thrymskvitha, the story
> where Thor has to cross-dress.
Ohhh, I remember when that was posted here.... I loved that story back
then, and I still have a copy stored on my PC. Priceless, especially if
you (like I) knew the original tale...
> Ellen, who played the giant's sister in a dramatization of Thrymskvitha
> 2 weeks ago.
T'Reija
Pamela
Rae, this was a hoot. Nicely done.
Thanks!!!
Pamela
Rae
> I agree with Judith, I'm going to miss you when your holiday is through.
> Rae, this was a hoot. Nicely done.
Thanks, Pamela - and anyone else who responded and I didn't reply to.
I've been out a lot the last couple of days and my e-mail buildup is
confusing me slightly. I did read and appreciate all the comments.
<ahem>
And I'm utterly flattered that you're going to miss me, but fear not -
barring unexpected changes in lifestyle I'm here until the end of
February, since that's when uni resumes.
- Rae -
rae trail
Beamish. I think you are our Left Bank talent. This was amazing. How come
I didn't know you had written this before? This is poetry from beginning to
end. I want to publish it. Gosh.
Speechless. Rae
T'Rhys
>
>TITLE: Kirk and the Troll
Aha, so that's the real story behind Galileo 7. Or maybe it was Arena, with
the Gorn... <g> Funny story, Rae, and don't apologize for it being short. I
prefer writing vignette-length myself.
LL&P }:)
"T'Rhys" <tkn...@ix.netcom.com>
Rae
> >TITLE: Kirk and the Troll
>
> Aha, so that's the real story behind Galileo 7. Or maybe it was Arena, with
> the Gorn... <g> Funny story, Rae, and don't apologize for it being short. I
> prefer writing vignette-length myself.
Thank you.
Hmm. New challenge that's probably an old challenge: Children's stories,
Star Trek style!
Make 'em slash if you can, just to piss off the trolls. ;)
RaeG
T'Rhys
>
>Hmm. New challenge that's probably an old challenge: Children's stories,
>Star Trek style!
>
>Make 'em slash if you can, just to piss off the trolls. ;)
>
Precisely why I reposted K/S Scrolls. <g> Also been working on a K/S
Pinnoccio, but got stuck and then blocked (too many possible ways to go).
I'll see what I can do about cutting out the deadwood <eg> and finishing it.
LL&P }:)
"T'Rhys" <tkn...@ix.netcom.com>
T'Rhys
>
>
>NEW: And Forever 01/01 (Sequel to "Always")
>Summary: The ultimate squick, but it's possible
>you knew this was coming.
Yup, I knew you'd get around to it eventually. <g> A fine job you did with
the subject, too. It struck me as more sad than squicky, though.
>It was not really Jim, the way a cut rose was not
>quite a rose.
This is the exact reason why I've always disliked cut flower arrangements,
especially when given as a 'get well' or 'I love you' type gift.
LL&P }:)
"T'Rhys" <tkn...@ix.netcom.com>