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Prompt #387 Portmanteau ~ Sprig of Heather ~ naughty_bangles ~ Star Trek-based
Title : Sprig of Heather
Author : naughty_bangles
Fandom : Star Trek
Rating : PG13
Disclaimer : I own a few things in there, but everything Star Trek-related isn't mine.
Prompt : 387 - Portmanteau
Notes : It's just a silly story that came to me while I was daydreaming about Star Trek in class. It's mainly related to Deep Space Nine, since that spacestation stole my heart and never gave it back, but may not be limited to it. The title comes from an English translation of the Apollinaire poem "L'adieu" by Florence Lautel-Ribstein, which prompted that story (among other things). That bit is separated from the previous entry by something like 7 pages. I think it'll be the beginning of the second chapter when I'll structure the story.
16:48, 10 days since the stasis began.
All her life was packed inside a giant suitcase she had once called a "portmanteau". She had claimed she had bought it on a Ferengi market from a man specialized in Betazoid artifacts. The seller had obviously known anything about the case, and she had had it for a ridiculously low price by pretending it was most common among Betazoid objects. When she had looked it up on an human antique database, she had nearly chocked on the value the suitcase had on the market. She didn't sell it, however. She liked it, and had begun filling it with the things of life she valued the most.
The Moon River had been cleared from any chemical danger the day before, and upon sorting and stocking Virginia's belongings until she came out of stasis, Julian had offered to put them in his quarters. Now that he was trying to find a place to put the suitcase in his living room, between his furniture and the Alamo scale model, he wondered if he shouldn't have let Kira's people deal with it instead.
After having moved the couch and the table, and accidentally knocked the model down, sending the plastic soldiers flying all over the floor, the doctor eventually put the suitcase up in a corner of the room, and, having opened it wide enough to provide a stable support, proceeded to put the Alamo mission on top of it before gathering the troops back in a box from where they wouldn't escape anymore. Once done, Julian had stepped back to observe the statue built from what was left of the most important persons of his life.
He hadn't felt so lonely for a long time.
The now-open suitcase showed its inside, one side filled with drawers neatly aligned, the other containing a few dresses hanging from wooden hangers decorated with fabric. Two boxes were piled up under the dresses, each holding a pair of high-heeled shoes. Virginia's girly side, the things she kept for the very rare moments when she could dress up. When she had been on the station, he had enjoyed taking her to Vic's for the evening. Lately, she had used to replicate 60's dresses to wear there, to Vic's greatest delight. She's a keeper, the singer had told him on several occasions, even after Julian gave him an idea of the Betazoid's life, and the way they had met.
In the drawers were hidden things he probably didn't know about. Maybe he shouldn't open them. Even if they were close, he didn't feel he had the right to invade her personal life that way. Not without having her permission, anyway. She would have all the time in the world to show him whatever was sleeping in those drawers when she would wake up from the stasis. Because she would. He had to keep believing it. Even if the road to the cure was long and slow, he would find it, and everything would be as before. The drawers could wait until then.
Now was time for him to go back to the infirmary. The latest tests he had asked the computer to run should be ready by now. Another small step toward his goal.
A redish spot got his attention as he was leaving the room. Bending down, he picked up a plastic soldier that had escaped the earlier gathering. Julian put it back in the box. Maybe he should call Miles to tell him about the situation.
Author : naughty_bangles
Fandom : Star Trek
Rating : PG13
Disclaimer : I own a few things in there, but everything Star Trek-related isn't mine.
Prompt : 387 - Portmanteau
Notes : It's just a silly story that came to me while I was daydreaming about Star Trek in class. It's mainly related to Deep Space Nine, since that spacestation stole my heart and never gave it back, but may not be limited to it. The title comes from an English translation of the Apollinaire poem "L'adieu" by Florence Lautel-Ribstein, which prompted that story (among other things). That bit is separated from the previous entry by something like 7 pages. I think it'll be the beginning of the second chapter when I'll structure the story.
16:48, 10 days since the stasis began.
All her life was packed inside a giant suitcase she had once called a "portmanteau". She had claimed she had bought it on a Ferengi market from a man specialized in Betazoid artifacts. The seller had obviously known anything about the case, and she had had it for a ridiculously low price by pretending it was most common among Betazoid objects. When she had looked it up on an human antique database, she had nearly chocked on the value the suitcase had on the market. She didn't sell it, however. She liked it, and had begun filling it with the things of life she valued the most.
The Moon River had been cleared from any chemical danger the day before, and upon sorting and stocking Virginia's belongings until she came out of stasis, Julian had offered to put them in his quarters. Now that he was trying to find a place to put the suitcase in his living room, between his furniture and the Alamo scale model, he wondered if he shouldn't have let Kira's people deal with it instead.
After having moved the couch and the table, and accidentally knocked the model down, sending the plastic soldiers flying all over the floor, the doctor eventually put the suitcase up in a corner of the room, and, having opened it wide enough to provide a stable support, proceeded to put the Alamo mission on top of it before gathering the troops back in a box from where they wouldn't escape anymore. Once done, Julian had stepped back to observe the statue built from what was left of the most important persons of his life.
He hadn't felt so lonely for a long time.
The now-open suitcase showed its inside, one side filled with drawers neatly aligned, the other containing a few dresses hanging from wooden hangers decorated with fabric. Two boxes were piled up under the dresses, each holding a pair of high-heeled shoes. Virginia's girly side, the things she kept for the very rare moments when she could dress up. When she had been on the station, he had enjoyed taking her to Vic's for the evening. Lately, she had used to replicate 60's dresses to wear there, to Vic's greatest delight. She's a keeper, the singer had told him on several occasions, even after Julian gave him an idea of the Betazoid's life, and the way they had met.
In the drawers were hidden things he probably didn't know about. Maybe he shouldn't open them. Even if they were close, he didn't feel he had the right to invade her personal life that way. Not without having her permission, anyway. She would have all the time in the world to show him whatever was sleeping in those drawers when she would wake up from the stasis. Because she would. He had to keep believing it. Even if the road to the cure was long and slow, he would find it, and everything would be as before. The drawers could wait until then.
Now was time for him to go back to the infirmary. The latest tests he had asked the computer to run should be ready by now. Another small step toward his goal.
A redish spot got his attention as he was leaving the room. Bending down, he picked up a plastic soldier that had escaped the earlier gathering. Julian put it back in the box. Maybe he should call Miles to tell him about the situation.