I Aspire To One Day Be Able To Write A Villain As Layered As This Dude.

Star Trek: Voyager, J/7: The Measure of Logic - Chapter 11 Posted

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62063797/chapters/164361526

Seven swallowed tightly as she remembered the way the Captain had flinched when she’d reached to tend to her head, and she wondered if it was for the same reasons Seven had so hurriedly pulled away. Did the Captain fear that hand in the way Seven did? Did she have nightmares of Seven losing control, of Seven reverting back to her most primal Borg instincts and seizing her individuality, possessing her and supplanting her will with Seven’s own? It was simply unacceptable to touch anyone with her Borg hand without prior consideration– especially Captain Janeway–and yet, she had done it. Like a mindless, licentious drone Seven of Nine had allowed the single most dangerous part of her to come in contact with the Captain without conscious intent.

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Fandoms: Star Trek: Voyager x Star Trek: Discovery

Relationship: Kathryn Janeway / Seven of Nine

Rating: Mature

Synopsis:

After Captain Janeway contracts an illness during an expedition to an uninhabited planet and orders USS Voyager to leave her behind, a certain hardheaded Astrometrics officer isn't so keen on abandoning her Captain. As Janeway and Seven learn to navigate the strange new dynamic forming between them, it becomes apparent that the planet they now call home has a much deeper story to tell--one that seems to defy logic, reality, and even the natural order of time itself. ----- This is a standalone fic but can be read as additional worldbuilding to my "For the Optics" series. Timeline runs about a year prior to the events of "A Binding of Stars."

10 scenes to go 🥲

There is nothing better than walking the dog and managing to come up with a breakthrough for your original fic plot.

Good thing the Godolphin Arabian has a murky origin story...

For years, Burnham’s subsistence had consumed it.

This time, though, its obsession had brought it too close.

It was easy enough to inject the codes and create the protocols she needed to guide it. But the process was delicate, conducted in increments in the years she’d lurked on board. There were times she had wanted to push, to move faster and save more ships. But discretion was key–her influence could only be gradual, dispersed across timelines that coincided with new batches of data lest it ever suspect an intruder.

Control was smart, its processes swift and its analyses improving with every moment. It would outpace her soon enough, learning faster than she could, and if it ever caught wind of her presence, she had no doubts about what it would do to her.

The Commander whose face it still wore was indication enough of that.

A shiver passed through her at the thought of possession, at the depraved violation of Airiam’s last moments alive, and she shrugged the coil of cables onto her shoulder.

Control reviewed that memory often, as if it were searching for something.

Or maybe it simply enjoyed it.

She moved through the doorway, back into the corridor. It would not do to dwell on worries and what-ifs when Discovery and Burnham were finally within reach. The room she’d set up as her station was near, and she still had two hours before Control would wake again.

It was plenty of time.

Starfleet would hear her.

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I'll begin posting this one soon :)

Fandom: Star Trek: Discovery

Rating: Mature

Relationships: Michael Burnham / Airiam, Michael Burnham / Control, Michael Burnham / Nhan

Synopsis:

Three years after the attack on Section 31 Headquarters, Starfleet and the Federation are on the brink. Planet after planet is falling to Control, every attack more devastating than the last. There are no patterns, no viable solutions to stop the carnage, and with their resources dwindling, the last Federation starships are at risk of being corrupted themselves.

But when the USS Discovery begins receiving encrypted transmissions from someone claiming to be Starfleet who seems to know everything about their enemy, Captain Michael Burnham is forced to decide whether their new source is truly an ally–or if Control is luring the Federation’s last bastion of hope into a trap.

A note about updates

Writing has always been my solace. It has gotten me through good times and bad. Tonight I learned my father passed away, which will understandably shift my update schedules as my mother and my brother and I work to process this news.

I remain committed to finishing my works, as I still have many stories to tell. Writing is my own form of therapy, of catharsis--my form of escaping the stresses of daily life which now seem small and trivial compared to what I reflect on tonight.

Though I have not yet absorbed what's happened, I can say while I am still here tonight and still functioning for the moment that I implore you always take photos and videos of your loved ones. Save the funny voicemails and voice notes. Cherish them like the treasures that they are because one day the real thing may be gone in the blink of an eye, and they may be all you have. I am grateful for my foresight to have done so with my father. I had not spoken with him in a few weeks, but I know now that if I need to hear him, to see him in some form, I can.

I am fortunate to have lived 34 years on this earth before needing to face this loss. There are many who lose one or both parents much sooner. I am fortunate that he and my mother raised me to be independent, to be free-thinking, and to live openly as a LGBT woman, and that they always loved and supported me in spite of how they might have struggled to understand it. But know that no matter how long you have with your family, your friends, or your pets--it is plainly, simply, never enough time.

I am grateful to everyone who has followed my stories. I am grateful for your kudos, your comments, and your presence. Your support is meaningful, it has value, and I am grateful.

Writing has served to keep me going more than once over the years. It will do so again, and it will be especially important to me now.

Thank you for reading.

Ha. And in the process you become grateful your real life friends understand you're actually not a total whack job.

Writers are scary because we’ll take personal trauma and think, "Hmm… what if this happened to my fictional characters but worse?"

Star Trek: Voyager, J/7: The Measure of Logic - Chapter 12 Posted

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62063797/chapters/164914462

“That looked a bit like a bad re-entry, didn’t it?” Kathryn asked the ex-Borg, who was toying with a strand of the cords at her own waist. “Certainly didn’t look like a meteor.”

“I witnessed identical phenomena on 11 separate occasions this morning, each occurring between 3 and 5 minutes from the previous event,” Seven explained, glancing at Janeway. “I do not believe this is a natural occurrence.”

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Fandoms: Star Trek: Voyager x Star Trek: Discovery

Relationship: Kathryn Janeway / Seven of Nine

Rating: Mature

Synopsis:

After Captain Janeway contracts an illness during an expedition to an uninhabited planet and orders USS Voyager to leave her behind, a certain hardheaded Astrometrics officer isn't so keen on abandoning her Captain. As Janeway and Seven learn to navigate the strange new dynamic forming between them, it becomes apparent that the planet they now call home has a much deeper story to tell--one that seems to defy logic, reality, and even the natural order of time itself. ----- This is a standalone fic but can be read as additional worldbuilding to my "For the Optics" series. Timeline runs about a year prior to the events of "A Binding of Stars."

Snippet from The Farm at Wardenwood Hollow

On the dryer, the old tabby cat she’d inherited with the apartment was coiled tight into a wad of scraggy fur on a pile of clean clothes she’d folded and forgotten to put away. He purred in his sleep, oblivious to her presence in his soundless, elderly world, so she tapped twice on the fabric to let him know she was home. He blinked and unfurled, long and ribby, mouth gaping open in a nearly-toothless yawn. She held out her hand and he bumped his head against it, then turned in a circle and curled back up on the clothes.

“Rough day?” she asked him, smirking as she rolled the towels and laid them in the cabinet beneath the sink. “Must be nice, freeloadin’ like you are. Ain’t even got the good graces to hear me when I’m talkin’.”

From the medicine cabinet, she pulled out the bag of prescription cat food, dropping a couple scoops into the bowl she kept on the shelf behind the washer and dryer, then wetting it with water from the sink. The tabby watched her, blinking slow and uninterested as she worked, then yawned again when she was done.

For a few seconds, Taryn stood there with her hands on her hips, same as she always did, waiting for the cat to decide whether or not to waste the food, same as he always had.

“Heck with ya,” she said after a minute, then flipped the switch for the fan and the light over the tub. “But I ain’t leavin’ it out all night this time. You damn near put me in an early grave dumpin’ that last bowl while I was sleepin’.”

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Synopsis:

Taryn Monroe prefers simplicity–her place in the mountains, the predictable rhythm of her job at the mill, and the peace that comes with keeping to herself.

Every Tuesday, a woman shows up at precisely fifteen minutes to close. Taryn doesn’t know much about her–just the rumble of her truck, the way she never wastes words, and the peculiar gallon of sulfur she buys each week.

Then one Tuesday, she doesn’t show up.

Taryn tells herself to leave it alone, that it’s not her business and the woman can handle herself. But when she overhears an argument and starts asking questions, she can’t shake the feeling that something is wrong–and her life becomes anything but simple.

Something wild is living in the barn at Wardenwood Hollow–something keeping the woman bound to the old Sterling Farm.

And Taryn may be her only chance to break free.

Star Trek: Voyager, J/7: The Measure of Logic - Chapter 13 Posted

https://archiveofourown.org/works/62063797/chapters/165480391

“You’ve done this before,” Janeway said in something tight and quiet like a whisper. “It is a logical remedy to attempt.” The Captain smiled a bit. “Always logic with you, is it?” she asked. Seven’s hand stilled, just for a second, while she contemplated the answer. “Not always.”

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Fandoms: Star Trek: Voyager x Star Trek: Discovery

Relationship: Kathryn Janeway / Seven of Nine

Rating: Mature

Synopsis:

After Captain Janeway contracts an illness during an expedition to an uninhabited planet and orders USS Voyager to leave her behind, a certain hardheaded Astrometrics officer isn't so keen on abandoning her Captain. As Janeway and Seven learn to navigate the strange new dynamic forming between them, it becomes apparent that the planet they now call home has a much deeper story to tell--one that seems to defy logic, reality, and even the natural order of time itself. ----- This is a standalone fic but can be read as additional worldbuilding to my "For the Optics" series. Timeline runs about a year prior to the events of "A Binding of Stars."

Subversion Theory: Chapter 3 Posted

Subversion Theory

It had waited so long, watched from the distant shadows of space, never far but ever attentive. It had witnessed her weaken, worn down by her duties and the death Control wrought on it all. Everywhere Discovery went, Seraphis had followed, just out of sight, out of reach, out of range of her weapons and scans.

Michael was vulnerable now. The Federation, Discovery, were more vulnerable for it. She must board Seraphis.

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Three years after the attack on Section 31 Headquarters, Control has the Federation on the brink. When the USS Discovery begins receiving encrypted transmissions from someone claiming to be Starfleet who seems to know everything about their enemy, Captain Michael Burnham sees one last shot to turn the tide. But as Control's obsession with her deepens and the boundaries between ally and adversary begin to unravel, its objectives evolve into something far more dangerous--and lead Michael to question if she's still in control of her own game.

Fandom: Star Trek: Discovery

Relationships: Michael Burnham/Airiam, Michael Burnham/Control, Michael Burnham/Nhan

Rating: Mature