For Marthe C.
Disclaimer: Most characters I use in this fanfic will probably belong to Paramount. But it’s only their names which have been trade marked. Their behaviour is all a figment of my imagination.
A short one.
This story is kind of, almost but not quite, based on recent events in my life. Those of you who’ve met me in the Official JetC Chatroom *shameless plug: #jetc on irc @ undernet.org* between November 4 and 6 will maybe recognise the thing which has inspired me.
I can tell you a story… an ancient legend among my people.
Written with KateF and Jade
Disclaimer: hey, nobody told us we couldn’t write about them!
This story was written for ALM_Voyager’s FanFic Contest - all we have to do is wait for you to vote for us!
In my dreams:
Long, lingering glances,
Soft, gentle touches,
Delicious, passionate kisses.
Written together with KateF
Disclaimer: Voyager belongs to Paramount…. not to us… well… somebody should have told us…
Authors’ Note: This story is for Jade. She wrote this wonderful poem and allowed us to use it. We are forever gratefull, hon.
Disclaimer: TPTB own Captain Kathryn Janeway and Commander Chakotay – good thing BeckyA owns KJ and C from uni#4 – at least she lets me play with them!
This is an A/U to BeckyA’s story Reflections in the Mirror of Time and Space: the couple from uni#4 were so dear to me I almost couldn’t stand the fact I knew she was going to separate them.
This story was written during the OeldeCon (hosted by Katie). While we were eating icecream at a local icecream parlor, this fic sort of happened.
Katie has emailed me Part I of the Ice Cream Saga.
This story is dedicated to Sylvia, for all her patience at the OeldeCon. Hugz from Clare, Bec, Katie, Caffey and Caldosh.
We wrote this story as a ‘live’ round-robin, and author’s names have been added in italics. [note to self, check year]
Disclaimer: We’re sure Paramount doesn’t want this fic. Actually, we’re betting they’d be scarred for life if they read this. Go, us!
Authors’ Notes: This is supposed to be Sylvia’s birthday fic – good thing she didn’t kill us for it. In her words, “Let’s just say it’s been written on one of the hottest days in Germany this year. *g*”
A rare occurrence, that’s what it was. But why? Why had someone gone through all the trouble of sending her a handwritten letter by mail? Especially since the postal service in its old shape had ceased to exist 125 years ago. To send a letter nowadays was nearly impossible. Only one family still carried the torch. They still delivered mail, sure, but it was an exclusive service and only for those who could prove the more ordinary means were not fit for the mailed item.
Disclaimer: well, I used to own my muse, but she left/died – do you really think I want to be bothered with trivial things like Paramount?? *grin* guess again!
To KateF: chatroom buddy extraordinaire, keeper of the faith, and good friend :)
