Short Stories (add your own!!)

Saoirse_Granger · **Mon Apr 21, 2003 12:20 pm Short Stories (add your own!!)**

Hi all, faithful readers, fellow Trekkers,

Recently I've been writing loads of short stories, because I can't be bothered to start a big long one and I'm too bored to do nothing. So I'm going to post some of them, they really are very short, and some are funny. Well, they're meant to be funny. I have a strange eye for inspiration. I'll add as I write. And get time to type them up.

Saoirse

Saoirse_Granger · **Mon Apr 21, 2003 12:22 pm Feelin' Groovy**

Feelin' Groovy
‘Computer, run programme Staff Hotel Charlie One.’
The senior staff watched the green hills, trees, lake, blue skies and birds appear. It was the new ‘Hippy’ programme, that Beverly and Will had put together, for a ‘rainy day’.
‘Ah, it’s nice to see grass again,’ said Beverly, going to sit under a tree.
Deanna cartwheeled down the hill, and fell over in a state of dizziness. Will caught her and she kissed his chin. ‘Whee!’ she said. ‘There’s grass in the sky!’
Jean-Luc seemed a bit too tense. ‘Come on, Jean-Luc, feel the good vibes,’ laughed Beverly, taking a lipstick out of her pocket.
He looked at her and grudgingly sat down beside her. She slid her arm around his shoulders, and craftily floored him. Holding him at ‘manicure point’, she drew peace signs and flowers on his cheeks, and more follically challenged parts of his anatomy.
Will and Deanna were lying on the hill watching (holographic) clouds, but were distracted by a yell from down the hill.
‘FEEL THE LOVE!!!!’ Jean-Luc yelled, running around the pond.
Deanna grimaced and covered her eyes. ‘Put it *away*, please!’ she half laughed, half cried.
Will looked away too. ‘Skinny dipping…is…too far.’

Slow down, you move too fast
You gotta make the moment last, just
Kickin’ down the cobbled stones,
Lookin’ for fun and feelin’ groovy
Da da da da da da, feelin’ groovy
Hello lamppost, whatcha knowin’?
I’ve come to watch your flowers growin’
Ain’tcha got no rhymes for me,
Doo doo doo doo, feelin’ groovy
I got no deeds to do, no promises to keep,
I’m dappled and drowsy and ready to sleep,
Let the morning time drop all its petals on me,
Life I love you, always groovy
Ba da da da da da da da da da (etc etc ad nauseum)
Simon and Garfunkel

Saoirse_Granger · **Mon Apr 21, 2003 12:27 pm Some people have all the luck**

Some People Have All The Luck

[A/N- I *know* money is irrelevant in the 24th century. But it’s only a story. A fiction story. Lighten up, peoples!!!]

‘Commander, I’m afraid…I’m afraid that your captain and doctor have been kidnapped,’ Ambassador T’soc said sadly.
‘*Again*?’ said everyone.
‘When will they learn?’ said Will, exasperated. ‘That when you’re on away missions you *stick together* and not start snogging behind bushes? So, who was it this time? No. Don’t tell us. Let’s see…bets start at 50p. I’ll give you 5-1 it was the Cardassians. Takers?’
Several of the crew started rummaging around in their jumpsuit pockets for spare change, and a kitty was quickly formed in the captain’s chair.
‘2-1, Ferengi…’
Quite an amount of money was thrown. The ambassador stared, amazed at this phenomenon.
‘5-1, Klingon rebels…’
Worf emptied his pockets, and dropped his Klingon [belt/sash thing] onto the chair. Riker raised his eyebrows and grinned at him.
‘And I’ll give you 15-1 on any other race you’d care to name…’
‘Douwd!’ someone shouted, and a lot of money bounced off Deanna’s hair.
‘Mintakans!’
‘Malcorians’
‘COWBOYS!!!’ yelled Deanna emphatically.
‘So, Ambassador, care to tell us?’
‘Er, actually a small Bajoran colony on Solaris III…’
Several shouts and curses went up from the bridge.
‘Well, er…we’ll just give this lot to Guinan, then?’

Saoirse_Granger · **Mon Apr 21, 2003 12:29 pm Snowflakes**

Snowflakes

[A/N-This was inspired by a very snowy weekend in Scotland. So I felt all...snowy, and wrote this.]

Jean-Luc turned away to watch the eagle above his head. She grabbed some snow, and lobbed it at the back of his head.
Right on target.
‘Hey, what was that for?’
‘Quite a lot, actually,’ she smiled. She was soaked from head to toe, after being pushed down the hill by Jean-Luc.
He took some snow and threw it, but she dodged it gracefully, and returned fire. His French Alps holodeck programme had proved a success. He turned round with the intention of going back to the chalet. Beverly ran up and jumped on his back, thrusting a handful of snow down his back. He yelled and shook her off, and she landed with a thud in the snow behind him.
*
‘The chalet was that way, I think,’ he yelled.
‘Yeah. You think,’ she retaliated, getting a mouthful of snow in the process. She noticed he was grinning. ‘What? You think this is fun? A blizzard?’
‘Actually, I was thinking of what we could do when we got back to the chalet…’

Captain Leah Manzer · **Mon Apr 21, 2003 12:32 pm**

LOL!1 COWBOYS!!! thats hilarious...see i showed up.. no need to kill me...

Saoirse_Granger · **Mon Apr 21, 2003 12:39 pm**

Lol, yeah. You can live. Did you know Deanna likes westerns? It's in her personnel report. I did my homework, see, like a good little girl.

:DThanks for dropping round!

Saoirse_Granger · **Mon Apr 21, 2003 4:30 pm**

Paid Paradise
[A/N- I haven't forgotten the money thing... This came about when I didn't know the words to Big Yellow Taxi, and thought it was Paid not Paved paradise. Oh well

]

Beverly was inspecting the refitted ready room with Jean-Luc.
‘Very nice, teak and mahogany! Starfleet’s spoiling you, Jean-Luc!’ she teased. ‘All I get is a decent colour scheme! If that exists on starships anymore…’
‘I don’t think it does. Starfleet’s cramping our style, don’t you think? You rather suited the turquoise…’
‘You suited the crimson too. But it’s still on under the grey, if you’d care to check…’
‘Ah, the good old days,’ he said, ignoring her suggestion.
‘Don’t say that! You make us sound old!’
*
‘Dixon Hill?’
‘Why not.’
He entered the programme details.
‘Programme ready. That is �2.25 please,’ the computer said. Jean-Luc and Beverly stared as some lights flashed around a coin slot rather like ones you find on slot machines.
‘Bugger it! Trust bloody Starfleet!’
*
Don’t it always seem to go,
That you don’t know what you’ve got, till it’s gone,
They paved paradise, to put up a parking lot

Counting Crows, Big Yellow Taxi

Thomas · **Tue Apr 22, 2003 7:10 am**

LOL, nice stories.

PicardsTrueLove · **Tue Apr 22, 2003 10:14 am**

Those are great! lol very good.

Seven of Nine · **Tue Apr 22, 2003 11:09 am**

[Moderator- could we change this a bit? Flaming isn't allowed anyway, and it would be great to have an area for Short Stories, that anyone can post in without having to PM you first... I'll make sure that they're suitable!]

Great stories, BTW: I'll be posting some of mine!

Seven of Nine · **Tue Apr 22, 2003 11:22 am**

Naomi's Present- A Drabble

For those of you who don't know what a drabble is, it's a story written with exactly 100 words. Enjoy!

Naomi Wildman was bored. The Borg children had left, and Icheb was busy with Seven. Janeway had the thankless task of entertaining her.

"I'm bored!" Naomi wailed.

"Well, what about playing a game?" Janeway suggested.

"Don't want to!"

Janeway suddenly had a brainwave. She told Naomi to follow her and took her to the Holodeck. She typed in some codes and the door opened.

"Captain, this is great! Thank you!" Naomi looked into the big soft play area, as used to be common in the twenty-first century.

"I'm glad you like your present, Naomi" Janeway said with a smile.

Voy_Girl · **Tue Apr 22, 2003 1:43 pm**

They're all good stories!!

Saoirse_Granger · **Tue Apr 22, 2003 4:33 pm**

That's cool the no PM thing - brill story too!

-_-VoyagerFanatic-_- · Rear Admiral Joined: 20 Jun 2002 Posts: 4126

kewl stories!

Thomas · **Thu Apr 24, 2003 6:25 am**

Yes they are.

Tech · **Sun Apr 27, 2003 2:56 am**

Second Thoughts - by Lieutenant Tech

The Doctor sighed as Voyager finally found entered the Alpha Quadrant once again. He was happy, yes, that the crew... his friends, no... his family was going to be home in a couple of days, but still, he felt a tinge of sadness. He was having second thoughts about getting back to Earth. What was Starfleet going to do with him? After all, he *WAS* just a hologram. He didn't know if Starfleet even wanted to acknowledge him as an individual, not a property. He thought of what would happen to him. Would they confine him to the Sickbay of another ship? Or deactivating him, to face cybernetic oblivion for eternity? What would happen to his mobile emitter? For a crazy minute there, he almost felt the need to stop Voyager from getting home.

Just then, Seven entered the holodeck he was in. The programme is no doubt Sandrine's. The Doctor turned his head to see who was there. He sighed with relief when he saw it was Seven. "Oh it's you. I thought Captain Janeway has come to accuse me of wasting my time when everyone is working non-stop. I don't think I'll ever see this holodeck programme again," he said, unhappily. "Why so glum?" asked Seven. 'Well, I'm... it's just that... Seven, have you ever thought of what is going to happen to you when we arrive at Earth? Will people fear you, will they look up to you... you know. How would you expect to react? Do you think they will resent you, for being a former Borg?" asked The Doctor. "No, I have never considered that possibility. In fact, I plan on remaining on this ship, to assist with the repairs and the implanting of newer technology on this ship. Why did you ask?" He didn't feel like revealing his thoughts to anyone, but Seven was an exception. "I don't want to leave this ship. It has become my home now. And no one knows what Starfleet is going to do with me," he said grimly.

"Don't worry, Doctor. I will 'always stand by your side and look out for you'," said Seven. She smiled reassuringly. The Doctor returned Seven a genuine smile, and whispered, "Thank you."

[EDIT: Whoops, made several typos, so I had to change them.]

Saoirse_Granger · **Sun Apr 27, 2003 5:25 am**

^ Great! I'm not really a VOY person, but that's good!

Tech · **Sun Apr 27, 2003 7:58 am**

Thanks. I didn't think my stories are any good. They're all just the result of compiling my emotions and the likes of it into a story.

Tech · **Sun Apr 27, 2003 8:32 am**

Everything Anyone Could Ever Wish For - by Lieutenant Tech

He was back home. He was rich, he was famous. He was immortal, and he was even not human. The Doctor was back on Earth now, earning his living as a singer. Everything anyone could ever wish for, he had. He felt as though something was missing though. Every single one of the Voyager crew was gone, dead. Even Tuvok, the Vulcan whose life expectancy surpassed those of humans, was gone, and so were the younger generation, Naomi and Miral. He looked around and sighed. His return to Earth was most welcome. No one tried to take his mobile emitter away, nor experimented on him. He was treated as an individual, but now he wished they had deactivated him earlier. He would gladly give everything he had including his immortality, to have his friends back. But unfortunately, all his fame and fortune could never do that. How he wished he was human, but he knew it was futile. He was destined to live out the rest of his life alone - whenever he made new friends, they would all die in time - but he won't. He was destined to face this misery. The only solution was - suicide.

He knew it was the only solution. So why didn't he just deactivate himself? Because your friends wouldn't want you to do this, the annoying voice in his head told him. If Captain Janeway were here, she'd even go so far as to set a security clearance only she can use so that you wouldn't be able to shut down your program! it continued to say. "Shut up," he snapped to himself. He sighed. Was he really going to do it? But it's the only way, to prevent this pain again. He finally decided. He was going to do it. His face grim, he entered the Holotech, the Holographic Technology Research facility, main office and linked himself with the computer. He put his mobile emitter carefully back into its case and left it in one of the research laboratories, then transferred himself immediately to the holodeck. He recorded his farewell message, and with a final sigh, he said, "Computer, deactivate The Doctor and deny all access." And with that, he dematerialised and was gone - forever.

Voy_Girl · **Sun Apr 27, 2003 2:00 pm**

The last one was sad...

I have a few drabbles stacked up somewhere, maybe I'll post them here if I find them.

Tech · **Mon Apr 28, 2003 12:35 am**

I know.

It's supposed to be. I'm very good at writing Angst or Torture stories.

Saoirse_Granger · **Mon Apr 28, 2003 2:43 pm**

^

Poor Doc. Great story though.
Just a little (OT) thought - if he hadn't ::sniff:: died

, Data (or B4 (or was it B9?)) could start a band with the Doctor! (as i said I don't watch Voyager, but maybe if the *real* doctor doesn't sing. the afore mentioned doctor in that story does)
Brent Spiner sings, he has an album called Ol' Yellow Eyes is Back (I think). When we came out of the cinema after watching Nemesis, my mum said to me - "Data's pretty good at singing - maybe he'll get himself a record deal now he's fired himself. Literally" and I just cracked up. Too much sugar I think. Hmmm....

(Too many brackets!!!!!)

Captain Leah Manzer · **Mon Apr 28, 2003 9:22 pm**

All those are Grrreat!

I have a couple stories put somewhere.

Maybe I'l post a couple

Tech · **Tue Apr 29, 2003 3:31 am**

That's a great idea! I haven't thought of that! Maybe I'll write another fan fiction (AU from the ones I wrote) about that.

Oh yeah, The Doctor sings alright. He sings real fine.

Truly.

Tech · **Fri May 02, 2003 7:07 am**

Without Remorse - by Lieutenant Tech

Loud whirring noises. Unable to sleep. He was cranky, awoken by the noise. He shook his head and tried rubbed his eyes... wait a minute, his arms feel heavier somehow! There was also something protuding from his right eye. He opened his eyes to see what was weighing them down, but what he saw nearly gave him a heart attack. His arms were covered with a black metallic substance, and so was his body. And... he realized everything looked a bit green and weird... and artificial. His hands went to his eyes again, and what he touched felt like metal. He then realized he woke up standing, and that meant he slept upright. How could that be? Suddenly, as he spotted more aliens, who were familiar but he could not remember, walking around, their movements stiff like robots, their bodies also covered with metal, he had a flashback.

On a starship. Afraid. Watching helplessly as his fellow crewmen were assimilated one by one. Trying to hide. Too many of them. Trying to edge away as they slide the assimilation tubules up his neck. Feeling unhumanly calm as he heard, "We are the Borg. You will be assimilated. Resistance is futile," spoken by a few billion voices, echoing in his mind. Blacked out.

That was all he could remember. Suddenly a twinge of fear and panic struck him. This is a Borg cube! Those were the Borg who assimilated him! As he edged back into his regeneration alcove, several Borg drones changed their direction and walked toward him. Instinctively, he proceeded to activate his personal forcefield, but... it was too late - the Borg drones were already standing next to him. They grabbed him by his arms and brought him through endless labyrinth of corridors and pathways, and after what seemed like twenty minutes, his legs aching, he was finally brought into a big chamber. In the middle of the chamber, was what might have looked like a scrap metal pile if it had not been separated properly by mechanical arms holding them apart. "That must be the Borg Queen," he thought. "What have you done with me?" he asked, disgusted. "We have simply made you more efficient," said the Borg Queen, as a platform rised. On the platform was the body, onto which the mechanical arms assembled the body parts. She was speaking even with the head unconnected yet. "Why am I brought here?" he asked again. "You are sufferring from a disease. You will be assimilated again to ensure you are efficient," came the reply from the Queen, as she advanced toward him. In an instant, he blacked out and... he was re-assimilated.

The next day, he had no memory at all of what happened the other day. He continued assimilating every new species for the Borg. Without remorse.