It had been, if nothing else, an eventful week ( Read more... )

Goddammit, he had known it all along.

There had always been something strange about James, as he called himself; something about the way he spoke to Christine and watched Tina moving, something that made Bill's skin crawl with its falseness, the underlying sense it carried of leaving many things unsaid ( Read more... )

[OOC - posting this here because it's too damn long to fit in an LJ comment, and I can't be bothered to divide it up into several. Len someone wanted Len/Tina, and my twisted little mind somehow came up with mirror!Len. The Usual Suspects are to blame for encouraging me to actually write out the madness. I hate you all. With love ( Read more... )

When the door of De's room swished gently shut behind him, Bill expected to step out into a dark and empty suite.

What he did not expect was to have to side-step to avoid walking straight into Len.

"What the - "

Remembering De, he lowered his voice swiftly.

"What the hell are you doing here?" he hissed.

Following his unanticipated meeting with the female Spock, Bill made his way back to his quarters, but slowly, Spock's words rerunning themselves through his mind as he walked. He smiled to himself. He had no doubt at all that Leonard would be more than a little excited by the proposition of a dinner date with an officer who was, to all intents and ( Read more... )

Bill returned from what was supposed to have been a brief walk, in a hurry and running late. He hadn't actually gotten around to explaining about his message from Kirk, and now there was really no time to do so; he had intended to briefly communicate the necessary information to Len and De before running out again, but - as far as he could see - ( Read more... )