Received: from [66.218.66.97] by n8.grp.scd.yahoo.com with NNFMP; 12 Apr 2004 03:17:33 -0000 X-Sender: campbratcher@psci.net X-Apparently-To: ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Received: (qmail 47537 invoked from network); 12 Apr 2004 03:17:33 -0000 Received: from unknown (66.218.66.217) by m14.grp.scd.yahoo.com with QMQP; 12 Apr 2004 03:17:33 -0000 Received: from unknown (HELO mailstore.psci.net) (63.65.184.2) by mta2.grp.scd.yahoo.com with SMTP; 12 Apr 2004 03:17:32 -0000 Received: from max (as1-d62-rp-psci.psci.net [63.69.225.62]) by mailstore.psci.net (8.12.2/8.12.2) with SMTP id i3C3G3FS019596 for ; Sun, 11 Apr 2004 22:16:04 -0500 Message-ID: <002801c4203c$825a5060$3ee1453f@max> To: "ASCEM-S" Organization: ConGlomeration X-Priority: 3 X-MSMail-Priority: Normal X-Mailer: Microsoft Outlook Express 6.00.2800.1158 X-MimeOLE: Produced By Microsoft MimeOLE V6.00.2800.1165 X-eGroups-Remote-IP: 63.65.184.2 From: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" X-Yahoo-Profile: sileya MIME-Version: 1.0 Mailing-List: list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com; contact ASCEM-S-owner@yahoogroups.com Delivered-To: mailing list ASCEM-S@yahoogroups.com Precedence: bulk List-Unsubscribe: Date: Sun, 11 Apr 2004 22:16:12 -0500 Subject: [ASCEM-S] NEW DS9 "Sugar in the Morning" (O/K) [PG] 2/2 Reply-To: "Keith & Jessica Bratcher" Content-Type: text/plain; charset=US-ASCII Content-Transfer-Encoding: 7bit DISCLAIMER: in pt. 1 ---------------------------------- Sugar In the Morning, pt. 2 by (-|-)* Judith (odogoddess@odospadd.com) __I said I *loved* him.__ Kira suddenly realized it was the first time she'd ever spoken the words, despite the many months they'd been together. __But surely...__ "I... I thought you knew," she whispered. Odo spoke a bit hesitantly. "I... I didn't figure you hated me. But I didn't know how much you cared." She reached out and put her hand on his chest, beside the tribble. "I love you, Odo. I should have said so sooner." "Nerys..." His gratified gaze met her own and he carefully put the tribble down on his lap, before leaning over and kissing her. She responded with ardor and as their kiss grew deeper and more fervent, the tribble filled the room with the sound of very contented cooing. ... Some hours later, Odo and Kira were contentedly wrapped up in each other, smiling as they watched the tribble scuttle back and forth between them, when the comm panel chime disturbed the room's peace. "Bashir to Odo." "Odo here." "Constable, one of my laboratory animals seems to be missing. I checked the tag signal and it appears the animal is in your quarters. Have you seen a tribble?" "Yes, doctor. We found it." "Oh. Well... could you bring it back to the Infirmary when you have a moment?" "Very well. Odo out." Kira could not mistake the grumpy tone in her partner's voice. "What's the matter, sweetheart?" He looked at the small animal and sighed. "Seems... unfair somehow, to have to return it to the laboratory." "Well, it does belong to Julian. But... maybe he'd let you have one if you asked him?" To her surprise, Odo seemed a bit taken aback by this suggestion. "Me? Keep a... a pet? No, I don't think so." "Why not?" "I was in a cage for most of my early years. I won't imprison another creature simply for my own entertainment." His tone was adamant and his expression fierce. Kira felt bad for having brought up painful memories. "I'm sorry, Odo." Her quiet tone made him look to her and he sighed. "I didn't mean to destroy the mood." "You didn't. I just didn't know you felt so strongly about not keeping pets." "I won't stop someone else from having any, but... for me, it's wrong." He sighed. "I was glad to find this little fellow. And pleased for the time I was able to spend with it. But I don't want to keep it so it's beholden to me for its food and water and liberty. I just... I just feel it's wrong." "All right. Nothing was said for a long moment, and they watched the little creature trundle along the bedclothes, making small chirruping sounds. Occasionally, Odo would reach a long finger out and stroke its back. Kira sighed. "Well, I suppose we'd better get this little guy back to where he belongs." "How can you tell it's a male?" "I can't. Just an expression, Odo. I don't think it matters." "Oh." They both got up and the Colonel began to dress. Soon the trio was in the Infirmary, where the Doctor smiled upon sight of the little creature. "There you are, you little rascal. How did you get free, eh?" Kira watched as Odo reluctantly handed back the small creature. "Well, thank you both very much. I appreciate it," Julian said, turning to take the tribble back to the lab. "Julian!" He turned at Kira's call. "Yes, Colonel?" She smiled, looking over briefly at Odo. "Julian, do you think it would be all right for Odo to... oh, I don't know... *visit* with the tribbles from time to time?" The doctor was non-plussed. "Er... well... I suppose. I don't see why not. I'm not conducting any real experiments with them so it wouldn't affect anything adversely. I'm just studying their metabolism. It's really quite fascinating." "Then it's settled." Kira smiled at the constable. "That is, if it's okay with you, Odo." His eyes expressed what his facial features could not as he nodded, and his expression was deeply gratified. "I think I'd like that very much." "Good," Bashir said. "If you'd like then, Constable, to follow me - I'll show you where they're kept." Odo looked from Bashir to Kira and she nodded. "Go on, sweetheart. I'll see you after shift." To her surprise and Julian's amusement, Odo gazed at her for a moment, then leaned over and gave her a quick, but heartfelt kiss. "*Thank you*, Nerys." Then he followed the doctor and the tribble into the other room, leaving a smiling Colonel watching them go. ~ FINIS ~ ------ On RAFL (Rene's fan mailing list) Chris wrote: "Hmmm ... the image of Odo cuddling a tribble certainly makes *me* feel warm and fuzzy ..." This was born as a result. I hope you enjoyed it. I send Happy Easter weekend wishes to all who celebrate and a very happy spring weekend to all who don't. ----------------------------------------------------------- 10 April 2004. The characters are Viacom & Paramount's. The situations they're in are the author's. Not meant to infringe on any holders of Star Trek copyright. No profit was made on this or any other fanfic by this author. Please do not reproduce for anything other than personal reading use (including fanzines) without written consent of the author. Comments, questions to: odogoddess@odospadd.com This fic can be found in it's entirety at: http://www.odospadd.com/goddess/ok_sugar.txt [Non-text portions of this message have been removed] Yahoo! Groups Links <*> To visit your group on the web, go to: http://groups.yahoo.com/group/ASCEM-S/ <*> To unsubscribe from this group, send an email to: ASCEM-S-unsubscribe@yahoogroups.com <*> Your use of Yahoo! Groups is subject to: http://docs.yahoo.com/info/terms/ From ???@??? Sun Apr 11 23:17:57 2004 X-Persona: Status: U Return-Path: Received: from n11.grp.scd.yahoo.com ([66.218.66.66]) by sparrow (EarthLink SMTP Server) with SMTP id 1bcRWr6b73NZFjV3 for ; Sun, 11 Apr 2004 20:16:59 -0700 (PDT) X-eGroups-Return: sentto-1978024-7982-1081739819-stephenbratliff=earthlink.net@returns.groups.yahoo.com