Path: newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.atl.earthlink.net!stamper.news.pas.earthlink.net!elnk-nf2-pas!newsfeed.earthlink.net!newshub.sdsu.edu!postnews.google.com!f14g2000cwb.googlegroups.com!not-for-mail From: "Mareel" Newsgroups: alt.startrek.creative Subject: NEW ENT: Now 1/1 [G] (A/R) Date: 18 Jan 2005 16:31:03 -0800 Organization: http://groups.google.com Lines: 48 Message-ID: <1106094663.460273.159600@f14g2000cwb.googlegroups.com> NNTP-Posting-Host: 4.243.57.209 Mime-Version: 1.0 Content-Type: text/plain; charset="iso-8859-1" X-Trace: posting.google.com 1106094668 7688 127.0.0.1 (19 Jan 2005 00:31:08 GMT) X-Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com NNTP-Posting-Date: Wed, 19 Jan 2005 00:31:08 +0000 (UTC) User-Agent: G2/0.2 Complaints-To: groups-abuse@google.com Injection-Info: f14g2000cwb.googlegroups.com; posting-host=4.243.57.209; posting-account=1x8S4AwAAAAsIaIc_cTPVeKx9cxFO3lH Xref: news.earthlink.net alt.startrek.creative:161977 X-Received-Date: Tue, 18 Jan 2005 16:31:08 PST (newsspool2.news.atl.earthlink.net) Title: Now Author: Mareel Contact: Mareel@earthlink.net Author's URL: www.geocities.com/bdebpr Series: Enterprise Rating: G Status: Complete Codes: Drabble, A/R Archive: Permission to archive granted to ASC*, EntSTCommunity, Others welcome, please ask. Disclaimer: Of course they belong to Paramount, or more likely, to themselves Summary: Once only a daydream for Jonathan... Author's Notes: This is the first in a loosely connected series inspired by the EntMusing Jonathan and Malcolm. But I think this could be any Jonathan. For Kipli, with my thanks for inspiration and for so many other reasons. *** Now After so long... I touch you as I've never touched you before despite years of casual contact. Now my fingers know the softness of your hair, the yielding of your lips. After so long... I take your hand feeling the strength and gentleness as our fingers mesh together Now our eyes meet, unafraid of the depths of emotion we each can read in the other. After so long... I hear my name on your lips whispered in the morning or cried out in joy. Now my heart hears the echo of the love it held close, alone for so long. *** Finis NewMessage: