STTNG FIC :: "Tsiolkovsky Fallout" [Deanna/Tasha, PG]
Title: Tsiolkovsky Fallout
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Email: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: PG
Pairings: Deanna/Tasha
Date: 24 July 2009
Word Count: 181
Recipient: seftiri
Summary: Why is Tasha so uncomfortable around Deanna?
Spoilers: "The Naked Now"
Website: ShatterStorm Productions - Mmm…Doctor!
Link to: http://md.shatterstorm.net/
Archive: ShatterStorm Productions only…all others ask for permission & we'll see…
Disclaimer: "Star Trek: The Next Generation," the characters, and situations depicted are the property of Paramount Pictures, CBS Television, and several other people or companies over the years. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. This site is in no way affiliated with "Star Trek: The Next Generation," Paramount Pictures, or any representatives of the actors.
Author’s Notes: The first paragraph was my prompt. This is a pairing I've only ever written once before, and that was AGES ago.
Dedication: My muses, for always giving me something to test my boundaries…
"Tsiolkovsky Fallout"
By A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Tasha Yar's memories of her illegal entry into Deanna Troi's quarters during the Tsiolkovsky incident were hazy at best, but now, every time she stood behind the counselor at her station on the bridge, she found herself shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot and the heat in her cheeks made her very, very worried.
"Tasha, are you all right?"
That melodic voice sent a shiver down Tasha's spine to simmer low in her belly. It was going to be the death of her, and she didn't really even understand what it was. No, that was a lie. Tasha knew exactly what was happening. She just didn't understand why.
"I’m--" She cleared her throat to alleviate the dryness in her mouth. "I'm fine, Counselor. Just a little under the weather." She couldn't keep the steady gaze aimed at her, and felt the flush heating her cheeks again. There was no possible way Deanna could miss… "You know, I'm not feeling all that well after all. I should probably go to Sickbay."
And before Deanna could reply, she fled from the room.
Author: A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Email: stormwriter@shatterstorm.net
Rating: PG
Pairings: Deanna/Tasha
Date: 24 July 2009
Word Count: 181
Recipient: seftiri
Summary: Why is Tasha so uncomfortable around Deanna?
Spoilers: "The Naked Now"
Website: ShatterStorm Productions - Mmm…Doctor!
Link to: http://md.shatterstorm.net/
Archive: ShatterStorm Productions only…all others ask for permission & we'll see…
Disclaimer: "Star Trek: The Next Generation," the characters, and situations depicted are the property of Paramount Pictures, CBS Television, and several other people or companies over the years. This piece of fan fiction was created for entertainment not monetary purposes. Previously unrecognized characters and places, and this story, are copyrighted to the author. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. This site is in no way affiliated with "Star Trek: The Next Generation," Paramount Pictures, or any representatives of the actors.
Author’s Notes: The first paragraph was my prompt. This is a pairing I've only ever written once before, and that was AGES ago.
Dedication: My muses, for always giving me something to test my boundaries…
"Tsiolkovsky Fallout"
By A. Magiluna Stormwriter
Tasha Yar's memories of her illegal entry into Deanna Troi's quarters during the Tsiolkovsky incident were hazy at best, but now, every time she stood behind the counselor at her station on the bridge, she found herself shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot and the heat in her cheeks made her very, very worried.
"Tasha, are you all right?"
That melodic voice sent a shiver down Tasha's spine to simmer low in her belly. It was going to be the death of her, and she didn't really even understand what it was. No, that was a lie. Tasha knew exactly what was happening. She just didn't understand why.
"I’m--" She cleared her throat to alleviate the dryness in her mouth. "I'm fine, Counselor. Just a little under the weather." She couldn't keep the steady gaze aimed at her, and felt the flush heating her cheeks again. There was no possible way Deanna could miss… "You know, I'm not feeling all that well after all. I should probably go to Sickbay."
And before Deanna could reply, she fled from the room.