Received: from [66.218.67.199] by n3.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 13 Jun 2004 03:59:01 -0000 X-Sender: stephen@trekiverse.org X-Apparently-To: ascl@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 87648 invoked from network); 13 Jun 2004 03:59:00 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.166) by m6.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 13 Jun 2004 03:59:00 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO swan.mail.pas.earthlink.net) (207.217.120.123) by mta5.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 13 Jun 2004 03:59:00 -0000 Received: from sdn-ap-021dcwashp0066.dialsprint.net ([63.191.144.66]) by swan.mail.pas.earthlink.net with smtp (Exim 3.33 #1) id 1BZM90-0003Q9-00 for ascl@yahoogroups.com; Sat, 12 Jun 2004 20:58:55 -0700 To: ascl@yahoogroups.com Organization: Alt.StarTrek.Creative Virtual Staff Office Message-ID: X-Mailer: Forte Agent 1.92/32.572 X-eGroups-Remote-IP: 207.217.120.123 X-eGroups-From: Stephen From: Stephen X-Yahoo-Profile: oldmanasc MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCL@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCL-owner@yahoogroups.com Delivered-To: mailing list ASCL@yahoogroups.com Precedence: bulk List-Unsubscribe: Date: Sat, 12 Jun 2004 23:57:39 -0400 Subject: [ASC] NEW: TOS Scientist [PG13] 2/3 K/Ch, ChFF Reply-To: ASCL-owner@yahoogroups.com Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit X-ELNK-AV: 0 Forwarded by the ASC-VSO Posted: 11 Jun 2004 20:59:33 -0700 In: alt.startrek.creative From: djinn@djinnslair.com (Djinn) TITLE: Scientist AUTHOR: Djinn CONTACT: djinn@djinnslair.com http://www.djinnslair.com SERIES: TOS RATING: PG-13 CODES: K/Ch, Chapel Fic Fest PART: 2/3 DISCLAIMERS: Paramount and Viacom own these characters--I'm just warping canon. SUMMARY: Sequel to "Doctor." The continuing look at Chapel through "You're sure you don't mind being hostess for this dog and pony show?" Carol is bustling around her office, getting ready to go check out the site for stage two. Christine hasn't been told where it will be--she's found that information on future stages of the project are off limits to her since she told Carol she was leaving. And people seem to be watching what they say around her. It's okay. She doesn't need to know anymore. Not if she's leaving. Carol looks over at her. "It's just a couple of admirals. I guess that's the peril of having such a sexy project. We're constantly playing tour guide." David doesn't play guide often, mainly because he invariably loses patience with the visitors. They're never as smart as he is. Fortunately, David is going with his mother. Christine won't have to worry about what he might say to the brass. "Thank you for being so understanding about my leaving," Christine says. "I know it's been hard to lie to Jim. I hope you realize how vital your silence has been to the project's success?" Christine nods. Although she thinks her silence has been more vital for keeping Jim away from David than for the sanctity of Carol's precious project. Carol gives her a look that seems almost envious. "You're doing what you have to do to preserve something you believe in. I understand that. Sometimes I wonder what would have happened if I had fought harder for Jim." She looks away, then she looks back. "I don't like that you're leaving though. David needs you, Christine." She nods unhappily. She knows he needs her; she is his conscience. She's worried that he may not have one of his own. "There will always be a place for you here, Christine. I want you to know that." She nods, touched at Carol's warmth. She and Jim's old flame have never been close. But Carol treats her well. Probably because David and Christine have been joined at the hip since she came on board. And because they've gotten such amazing results. David was right. The protomatter was the answer. It is the sole reason they are moving onto stage two. It is the reason they are ready. She sighs. A part of her would like to see this out. But that part isn't in charge anymore. "Good luck with the tour," Carol says as David walks in. "Ready, kiddo?" "Ready." He smiles at Carol. Sometimes Christine thinks his relationship with his mother is unhealthily close, might be worried if she didn't know that David preferred men. It was what made Jim's worries so silly. Not that she could tell him that. Soon, she wouldn't have to worry about it. Soon she'd be free of this project and the wedge it had put up between Jim and her. She follows Carol and David out, veers off before the main entrance and goes to her office. She has a lot to do before the visitors arrive. And more to do after that if she wants to get home at a decent hour. And she does want to. Things with Jim are better, but they are still so tentative around each other. She knows that only time spent together rebuilding the connection they've lost will make them more at ease. And spending time with him is no hardship. Having sex repeatedly as a temperature check isn't bad either. She forces herself to stop thinking of Jim, and finish transitioning her work. David has all her notes on protomatter, but there are other parts of her work that she can share with the rest of the team. It's just a matter of organizing the information. A few hours later, she has them ready to go. Tomorrow she can finish up any miscellaneous files, visit the security office to be debriefed, and then she will be free. Finally. She will also be out of a job. So far, Starfleet Medical seems to have forgotten about her--or at least they're not beating down the doors with her next assignment. Then again, they might not know where the Genesis doors are. She will be so glad to get back to Starfleet proper. "Doctor Chapel?" One of the other scientists looks in. She imagines that when he calls her "Doctor," he is probably more interested in her biochem doctorate than in her M.D. "Our admirals are here." He manages to put a sneer into the titles. David's dislike of all things military has rubbed off on too many of her colleagues, but she can't get him to moderate his hostility, even to set a better example. What does he care about what kind of example he sets? Other than intellectually--he loves being the exemplar in that. "Starfleet is the one paying our bills. We should all remember that." "You're Starfleet, so I'd expect you to say that." He walks out. She sighs as she gets up. She is one of the few Starfleet here. Carol has been astoundingly successful at keeping the military out. Other than those she and David particularly wanted on the project. There are so many days when Christine wishes she wasn't one of those chosen few. She sees that the lights in the conference room are on. The admirals will be waiting for her. She has filled in before on these little tours. Enjoys them actually. Interacting with the brass and selling the project as best she can to those who have a layman's grasp at best of the science behind the sexy premise is fun. She walks into the room and forgets how to breathe. Jim is one of the admirals. She can't even take in who the other is. Just stares at Jim as he looks up and immediately goes white, then his face begins to turn red. Rage. She is looking at rage. Somehow he manages to speak. "I didn't realize you were involved in Carol's project, Commander." She nods. The other admiral looks at her strangely. "What's the matter? Cat got your tongue?" Jim stands up. "We're here for a tour. Give us one." The other admiral looks at him sharply. Jim's words and tone are rude. No other word for it. The other admiral doesn't have any idea what he's just wandered into. She swallows hard. "I'm not the most qualified to give the tour. Perhaps another one of the scientists could---" "--No, Chris. I want you to give us the tour." She somehow nods. "This way then." Jim seems to settle down as she takes them through the history of the project. But Carol told her that Jim knew about Genesis, at least in concept. Carol was working on it even back when they were together. "And which section do you specialize in, Commander?" the other admiral asks, probably hoping to keep them on safe ground. "Chris is a biochem specialist. That would be David Marcus's section, wouldn't it?" She nods. "And does he happen to have curly blonde hair? I think I caught a glimpse of him once through a window, but his back was to me. I may be mistaken." His eyes are unforgiving. "No. You're not mistaken." "I'm sure working together must be exhilarating? Must give you so much in common?" His tone is easy, as if he's just making conversation, but his eyes are angrier than she has ever seen them. "We're friends." "Close friends, I imagine." "Not that close. We just work together." "Ah." He looks over at the other admiral. "Enough small talk, right, Pete? We should let Commander Chapel get back to her work." The other admiral nods. A sick feeling is roiling up from Christine's stomach. She thinks she might throw up or pass out. Instead she reaches out, touches Jim's arm. He jerks it away. The other admiral doesn't notice. Just heads for the entrance. One of the guards lets him out. "Don't go, Jim. We need to talk." "You had an affair with my son. May still be having one with him. How much talk is necessary?" "I wasn't involved with him." He's not listening to her. "My son, Chris? That's sick." "I swear to you. I did not sleep with him." "Clever answer since you sleep with me every night. Did you have sex with him though?" "No." She touches his arm again. This time he looks down at her fingers, then slowly raises his head. "Don't do that again." She has never been afraid of him. Not until now. She pulls her fingers away. "I should have told you I was working with David and Carol." "Yes, you should have. Why didn't you?" She looks down. She's been trying to figure that out for too long. "It was because of the pro--" She swallows the rest of the word. He already thinks she is unfaithful, does she want to add unethical and insane to the list? "I made a mistake." "You said no more lies." "I'm leaving the project tomorrow. There won't be any more lies after I'm gone." He just shakes his head. "Stay on the project, Chris. Stay with David. Because you're sure as hell not staying with me." He turns on his heel and strides out. The guard sees his face and has the door open for him long before he gets there. She feels as if she might faint, grabs the nearest piece of furniture for support and tries to figure out what to do. She wants to run after him, but she knows he is too angry to listen to her. But tonight...she'll go home tonight and talk to him. When he's calmer. She has a plan. Now if she could just remember how to breathe. ------------------ Jim is packing when she gets home. It's taken her the whole day to calm down and figure out what to do, how to make this right. "I didn't sleep with him." He just nods. Not as if he believes her, more as if he is too tired to fight about it. "I know how I can prove it." He turns to look at her. "Spock. Let's go to his apartment. Now." "A mind meld?" She nods. She knows Spock will be able to tell that she never cheated on Jim. It suddenly occurs to her that he might find out about the protomatter. Can she shield well enough to keep him from seeing that? This is insane. She can't let him into her mind. He can't find out. But Jim doesn't know that she's changed her mind. Maybe just her willingness to let Spock meld with her will be enough? "All right. I believe you. You didn't sleep with him." He goes back to packing. "You're still leaving?" He nods. "But I didn't cheat on you." He turns to her. "Well, that's too bad because I cheated on you." She swallows. "I know. I forgive you." "You forgive me?" He laughs, a terribly bitter laugh. "You forgive me?" He drops the shirt he is folding, strides over to her. The look on his face makes her take a step back, then another. The third step back lands her against the doorjamb. "Where the hell do you get off forgiving me? You've been getting to know my son ever since we got back and you never told me. You never even hinted. And you forgive me?" He turns and walks back to the bed. "Carol at least was upfront about keeping him away from me. But you..." There is complete disgust in his voice. "Jim." "What the hell is wrong with you, Chris? What were you thinking?" He seems to sag. "How can I ever trust you again?" "Jim, it was just..." She doesn't know what it just was. She's been stupid. So damn stupid not to tell him. She sees that now. But she couldn't tell him because he would have found out about the protomatter... It always comes down to that damn protomatter. Her own private apple in the garden. She turns and walks out to the living room, slumps into the nearest chair. He's leaving her, and there's not a thing she can do to stop it. Walking out, he sits down across from her. "Things haven't been good for a while now." "I know." She can't meet his eyes. "I think I'd almost prefer it if you were in love with someone else. Then I'd understand it. Why you kept him to yourself." She looks up at him. She's not crying. She feels too numb to cry. This is all her fault. That keeps ringing through her head. This is all her fault. "Don't go, Jim." "I have to. I can't stay here. I hate it here. I have since we got back." It takes her a moment to realize that he means San Francisco, not their apartment. "You're transferring?" "I'm retiring." He laughs bitterly again. "I have retired. Effective today, I am gone." "Where will you go?" She sees his face tighten. "You're going back to Idaho, aren't you?" He doesn't look at her, just nods. It stings. Hurts almost more than she can stand. He's going back to that other woman. Antonia. "How do you know she'll take you back? You didn't even say goodbye when you left." "I said goodbye later." He looks up at her. "Oh." She thought he'd cut all ties with Antonia. She was an idiot. "And she's waiting for you now?" He nods again. "At least say goodbye to Spock." "I have. He knows where I'll be." She realizes he doesn't just mean Idaho. Did he buy a house? Does Antonia have one? Spock knows where Jim will be, but Jim's not going to tell her. She looks down. "It's really over then." "Yes, it really is." He gets up, walks back into the bedroom. A few minutes later, he comes out with his bag. "I'll send for the rest of my stuff." She nods. He stares at her for a moment, his expression unreadable. She blinks back tears, clenches her teeth so she won't say she loves him. He doesn't care anyway. "Goodbye," she says finally. He nods, then walks out of the apartment. And out of her life. Forever. ----------------------- Christine looks around her office one last time. She doesn't need to leave now that the rest of her life has fallen apart. But she can't stay. Not any longer. She can't undo the lies, and she can't undo her part in whatever comes of using protomatter. But she doesn't have to stay to make it worse. Her comm unit buzzes and she turns it on audio only. She looks like shit from crying all night. "Christine?" It is Carol. Christine hits the video. "Oh, my." Carol winces. "I'm sorry. I truly am." "You're sorry for setting me up? Or you're sorry that Jim left me?" Carol makes a face. "Both?" She leans forward, a tentative smile on her face. "I did it for you." "You did it for you. For the project." Carol doesn't look away. "And for David. He needs you, Christine." She sighs. "I meant it when I said there would always be a place for you here." "Thanks, but I'm leaving." Carol looks stunned. "You thought I'd stay here after you ruined my life?" "I didn't ruin your life, Christine. It feels like that now, I know. I've been there. But you'll get over it. I promise you--you'll get over him." "No, Carol. I won't." She starts to pack the few things that actually belong to her. "He'll have someone else in no time, Christine. That's how much you mean to him." Christine turns around, glares angrily at this woman who knows nothing about Jim. "He already does. And do you know why? Because of all the lies. Because he thought I was having an affair first." Carol leans in. "Christine. He would have had a new one no matter what. That's how he is." "No. It's not how he is. I know him. I know what he's like. He loved me. He would have been faithful." She slams her desk drawer shut. "I expect good references from you." "Stay and you'll get them. I'm not making any promises if you leave." "Screw me over again, and I'll tell David who his father is." "You wouldn't." "Oh, I would. You've left me with nothing but my career. If you ruin that for me, what will I have to lose?" Christine thinks Carol might actually be sweating. "Just calm down. Of course, if you want to leave the project, I'll give you great references. There's no need for threats." "I'm glad we've come to an understanding." She looks down, then back up at Carol. "Were you jealous? Is that it?" Only she's not sure if Carol was jealous of her and Jim or of her and David. "Don't be absurd. I really have to go now. I'm sorry, truly." "Stop saying that. I know it's not true." She doesn't wait for Carol to sign off, just hefts her bag and heads for the security office for her debriefing. A half hour later she is free. And utterly alone. She cuts through the Academy grounds, sees Spock talking to Saavik and some other students and veers off on a side path. She can't face him right now. "Christine?" She increases her pace, hopes whoever it is will just think she hasn't heard them. "Christine!" She turns, sees Matthew running toward her. "What the hell happened to Jim? He retired yesterday." She tries to maintain her composure. "I know." "Well, you need to talk some sense into him. This is ridiculous. He'll be bored silly in a week." "Starfleet wasn't the only thing he left, Matthew." "What?" "He's gone." She turns away as she feels tears welling up. He stops her. "I'm sorry. I don't know what to say. I thought--" "--You thought he loved me. Well, he did." She looks down. "I made some mistakes, Matthew. I...I blew it." She laughs, the sound nothing more than a puff of air. "I told him, a long, long time ago, that I wasn't any good at this. But did he listen?" Her bag is suddenly too heavy so she moves it to the other shoulder. "What's in here?" he asks, touching the strap. "I left the project I was on. I'm looking for work, if you know of anyone who needs a heartbroken research scientist or doctor." She tries to smile, but her lips tremble too much so she abandons the attempt. "I'll keep an eye out for you." "Thanks, Matthew." She touches his hand. "I know you're his friend first." She starts to turn away. "I'm your friend too." He looks concerned for her. She wishes he didn't. His pity is somehow worse than Jim's anger. "I better get going," she says. "Right. I am sorry, Christine." Everyone is sorry. She wonders if Jim is sorry, or if he is too busy screwing Antonia. She turns away and walks back to the apartment. All of Jim's things are gone. So much for sending for them later. She wonders if Antonia was with him or if he came alone. She lets the bag drop off her shoulder, and it hits the ground hard. Something in it sounds like it has broken, but she doesn't care. She sits in his study, now nearly empty, and weeps. ----------------------- Officially, Christine's on leave. Unofficially, she is a basket case. She hasn't called any of her friends to let them know what's happened, is unsure how one goes about that. It was so easy when Roger disappeared. Everyone felt sorry for her. The poor, abandoned fiancee. And here she is full circle. The abandoned fiancee again. Only this time no one will pity her. This time it's her fault she's in this situation. She can't stand the idea of her friends trying to offer comfort. Or of trying to explain the situation. It's too complicated, too full of things that cannot be spoken of. It's easier just to drift away, to be alone. Her chime rings. She ignores it. It rings again. Then whoever is there leans on the thing and won't let up. In annoyance, she rushes to the door. It is Matthew. "I take it you're wallowing?" "Screw you." She begins to close the door and he catches it. "So you do have some spirit left." He shakes his head. "I've left five messages." She shrugs. "Four of them were about a position that's come open. You're interviewing for it in an hour." "I am?" "You are. Now go get changed." She doesn't move. "Christine, Jim's gone. He may never come back. Are you really going to let him take your life too?" She goes into her bedroom, changes into a uniform, and puts up her hair. Glancing in the mirror, she sees she looks terrible and puts on some make-up, covering redness and puffiness as best she can. When she comes back out, Matthew nods. "You'll do. Now come on." As they walk to Starfleet Command, he says, "The position is in Emergency Ops. Their medical specialist just rotated out. It's busy and bustling and you won't have time to think about Jim." She sighs. "Why are you doing this?" "Hate to lose our investment after sending you to med school." She smiles. It is perhaps the first time she's smiled in days. "Thank you." "Just do a good interview." He leads her into Command and down the corridors to ops. It is indeed bustling. People seem to be moving in their own version of controlled chaos. She sees Janice, has forgotten she has been assigned to ops. She lifts her hand in greeting as her friend waves at her. Then Matthew is leading her to a conference room off the main area. Five people are waiting for her. She swallows. She hates interviewing, isn't sure she is up to one. Sitting down, she waits for the first question. It seems easy, given her experiences. She answers it. The next is just as easy, and she starts to relax. Leaning forward, she smiles, ready for whatever they can dish out. When it's over, she wanders over to Janice. "Hey, stranger." Janice is wearing lieutenant commander bars. She's blowing through the ranks even faster than Christine. "Hey." "Long time, no see. But I guess you're busy with Jim?" Janice looks over at her, grins in what is only a mildly envious way. "He's gone, Jan." She hates herself for blurting it out. Janice smiles breezily. "I know he's retired. But that just means more time for you to enjoy him, right?" Her grin fades as she sees Christine's face. "What?" "He left me." "Oh, god, Christine. I'm so sorry." She touches Christine's hand. The old Janice would have pulled her into a hug. The old Christine would have been crying instead of trying so hard to stay composed. Janice waits for her to get control before she whispers, "How did this happen?" She shakes her head. It's not that she doesn't know, she just doesn't want to say. "Little by little, I guess. It eroded over time. And I made some mistakes." Jim isn't blameless in this either, but compared to what she did, his infractions seem minor. "You still love him?" Christine nods. She can't say it. It hurts. Janice seems to realize that. "So you're interviewing for Latcher's job?" She points down the way, to a station labeled, "Medical." Nodding, she asks, "Do you like it here, Jan?" "Yeah, I do. It's busy. Crazy busy a lot of the time. But believe me, there is no time to sit and obsess." She grins. "And you meet the most interesting people." Men. Janice can only mean men. Christine can't imagine ever caring about that again. Janice seems to read her mind. "You have to get back up on the horse." "It's kind of hard to do. I'm too busy mourning that someone walked off with mine." How could she have been so stupid? Protomatter seems a lifetime away. ------------------------ Commander Reed, the head of Emergency Ops comms her the next day to let her know she has the position. She actually feels some excitement over that fact. She wasn't kidding when she told Carol her career was all she had left. She intends to throw herself into it body and soul. She owes it to Matthew for looking out for her, and to herself too. Besides, it's what Jim would be doing if he weren't so busy throwing himself body and soul at Antonia. Only Christine wants to think that the other woman just has his body. That somehow she owns his soul and always will. Someday, she'll get him back. Christine also worries that she is a little bit delusional. But it's a happy fantasy, one that makes lonely nights not quite as long. So she goes with it. She doesn't have to worry about occupying her days. Janice was right. Ops is crazy busy. And Christine loves it. There is no time to do anything but act and react. No time to sit and think of what ifs and if onlys. There is only the latest crisis and dealing with it. She thinks they should prescribe it for anyone with a broken heart. She looks down at her comms queue. The messages are rolling in like crazy. Three planetary epidemics, a strange bacterial outbreak at an isolated research station, and a handful of other medical emergencies. It's triage, on a galactic scale. Janice looks over at her. Smiles. They go to lunch often, have picked up their friendship as if they never let it slide into something less intense. Christine is not sure if it is because they are both more mature, or because she is no longer with Jim. She hopes it is the former. Not that it matters. Jim isn't coming back. "I take it this was a good move?" She looks up, sees Matthew smiling down at her. She nods. "What are you doing here?" He grins, pulls up an extra chair and sits down by her. "I love it here. Can't get enough of the place." "The Academy isn't the most exciting place?" "It's all right. But I won't be there forever." He points back at Admiral Kachowa's office. "I intend to make that my own." "Well, then I pity the person who stands in your way." She finds herself smiling. She does that more often now. As long as she doesn't think about Jim, she's okay. "You free for lunch?" "I am." She finishes the note she is working on, then gets up and sets her station to reroute any immediate comms to Warnick, the science specialist. They walk in a companionable silence to the mess. Separating to find the food they want, they meet back up at a table near the windows. "You don't have to look out for me anymore," she says as she sits down. "I know. I'm not." He takes a bite of food, savors it. "This mess is so much better than the Academy mess." "Well, we get all the VIPs. You just have a bunch of kids." "True. But good kids. Our hope for the future. If the Klingons don't steal that future away first." There have been more incursions on the borders. She reads the reports every day, shudders at the casualty reports. He glances at her. "I take it you're no fan of Klingons either?" "I'm not." "Good to know." He eats for a few moments, then asks, "What do you think is going to happen to the Klingon Empire?" "Well, the popular theory is that it will crumble under its own weight." Not unlike the way her relationship with Jim did. Or at least that's what she tells herself on the days she's not interested in wallowing in guilt. "Yes, that is the conventional wisdom." "You don't believe it?" "I think we have to be ready for anything. I think that a lot of people are sleeping when they should be watching." She frowns. "Or doing?" He nods slowly. "Or doing." "Starfleet's policy is to watch. We hear that enough times in ops when we have to deal with their damn raids." "I know. But not all of Starfleet may feel that way." He leans in. "There are some people who champion a more direct approach to the problem of the Klingon Empire." "A war?" "Not exactly. But action nonetheless. Perhaps direct isn't what I mean. Indirect maybe?" He grins. She gets it. He means direct action. Nasty covert ops and all the things that make someone in Starfleet intelligence have an orgasm. She decides to change the subject. Things you can't talk about in mixed company give her a rash now. "I like Emergency Ops. I never would have thought of doing this. I'm glad you made me interview." "I knew you'd like it. You're just what they look for. Flexible, incredibly smart, you have experience in the field so you know what our fleet is dealing with. And you care, Christine. That's one of the most important aspects." "I do care. I didn't think I would after Jim." She looks down. "And at night, he's still pretty much all I think about." She looks back up and grins. "But I'm usually so exhausted that I don't think about him very long." He laughs. "See. Progress." "Right." She sighs. "Do you miss him, Matthew?" "I do. I truly do." He leans in. "I plan to keep tabs on him. He'll get bored eventually, and then we'll get him back." "I'm not so sure about that." "You'll see. We will." They finish their meal, chatting about less weighty matters than the destruction of the Klingon Empire and the retaking of James T. Kirk. As he walks her to the main corridor, Matthew says, "I know you miss him, Christine. But don't wait for him." "You just said we'd get him back." "I know. But I'm not sure when. I don't like to think of you alone." He seems embarrassed, looks down as he says, "Remember how I always found my way to the kitchen to help you serve?" "I remember." "That was always the best part of the evening for me. Our time." She smiles. It is a sweet thing to say. He smiles, shrugs. "And that's enough soul baring for one afternoon. I'll see you around." He gives her a slightly embarrassed grin, then heads down the corridor. She goes back to ops, ready for another afternoon of craziness. End part 2 of 3 -- Forwarded to ASCL by: Stephen Ratliff ASC Stories Only Forwarding In the Pattern Buffer at: http//trekiverse.crosswinds.net/feed/ ASCL is a stories-only list, no discussion. Comments and feedback should be directed to alt.startrek.creative or directly to the author. Yahoo! Groups Links <*> To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCL/ <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: ASCL-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com <*> Your use of Yahoo! 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