So, Voyager_in_grey discovered the fourteen word stories.
This is the result.
A smoldering look, a touch. He's easy to manipulate.
Tomorrow, I'll turn him in.
Even when I'm demoted and disappointing, I still crave her grip on my shoulder.
'30 days', Michele
She was a ghost after the Borg, but she'd already been one for years.
Your crew. My crew.
I thought we were one crew.
Apparently, I was mistaken.
She no longer thinks of the planet, and no longer fits the blue dress.
None of this is real, but he presses against me and it's real enough.
'Fair Haven', monkee
He tells a story, and I'm supposed to think it's love. It's a story.
Micheal smiles. I wave.
At least now there's a reason I can't feel anything.
'Fair Haven', august
At the party she wears boots. High, black. He imagines . . .
He thinks they're happy.
The Woman in Black, Boadicea
She fucks his cousin, then him. Phoebe fucks the cousin. Gretchen's in the bathroom.
A Twisted Ankle, The XO, His Captain And Her Lover, Boadicea
J/C have a baby story:
Moody, fat, she was still beautiful.
"A son," he said.
"Your son," she said.
"All she needs is a good fuck," he thinks.
Still, she doesn't love him.
All She Needs, Boadicea
He defects. "Hurt me," she says. Loving her, he is the one in pain.
The Middle of the Night, Boadicea
You want me," he said.
They fuck. She says nothing.
She did want him.
It had been the captain, not the sea, that he had loved.
The Thin Line of Stinging, Boadicea
At the funeral he held her.
She wanted him.
"No," he said.
A J/C Apology:
"I'm sorry," she said. "I've been a bitch."
"You have," he said.
A Pair o' J/7s:
"I am Borg," she said.
"You are human," said she.
"I am Captain," she said.
"And sometimes friend," said she.
One day in the ready room. . .
"Seven years," he said.
"Do you mean...?" she asked.
"Indeed," he replied.
Stranded with Tuvok during pon farr.
It figures, Chakotay said to himself.
One day in a meadow. . .
"Are you too warm, Katie? Then why are you taking off...? Begorrah."
She shows me Indiana.
"It's beautiful," I say.
"You're beautiful," she says.
"Free the telepaths, Inspector."
"First take my...ship into the...wormhole, Captain."
"You've changed, Kathryn."
"You haven't." She says.
They get drunk on shoreleave.
Stand Alone Stories
He asks why I never stay.
If I did I'd never leave.
She watches when she thinks I sleep, her quiet sigh soft on my cheek.
One glance-from Seven to Kathryn-and he knew.
He wished he still cared.
I find I knew nothing of you, really. Enough to bury you in Ohio.
"I don't understand," she said.
"No," he said, leaving. "I don't suppose you do."
Home, and though I feared we'd part forever, I've yet to leave his bed.
When she slept, she still looked alone. Not lonely, alone.
Our legs touched once, like a burn, sitting on my couch. Maybe that's
He thinks I'm privileged, naive, sometimes. But then, the Cardassian
account wasn't quite accurate.
Eight years. Eight years in this cabin, on this ship. He didn't turn around.
Someday, she'd ask him to wear his Maquis uniform, and hold her arms
I touch him. He's so ridiculous grateful that it makes me want to sigh.
We walked through snow and I didn't kiss him.
Must be time to go.
I remember his scent as I leave-soap, suede, and Sundays. I still leave.
It might have been nice, he says softly, something else that's not worth remembering.