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Title: A Series Of Unfortunate Misunderstandings
Author:
joec_mn
Series: STXI
Rating: PG-13
Length: 2644 words
Warnings: Swearing, naughty language. Implied sex and misunderstandings.
Summary: The (supposed) epic romance of Spock and Jim. How it began and why
people think they're 'doing it'. Preslash. Misunderstandings galore and
pathetic attempts at humour.
Previous Chapter
Hello again,and thank you all so very much for your kind words and encouraging reviews. Here is the next chapter of ASOUM (pronounced 'awesome', because well... why not?)
Oh, and before I forget, I TOTALLY OWN STAR TREK because I am the reincarnation of Eugene Wesley Roddenberry, so playing with these guys is my birthright, at least if you look away from the fact that I was born several years before his passing, and that I would have no rights to anything either way...But still, birthright! YEAH!
A Series Of Unfortunate Misunderstandings
Chapter two - ...so does leeches
Dense green foliage greeted them as they materialized on the planet, the ground crunching slightly underneath their feet.
A whistle sounded, but it was soon swallowed up by the dense screen of plants surrounding them. "So this is Xerxes VI? Nice place." Jim said, looking around at the colorful flowers and tall plants.
"Captain, I am picking up elevated signs of beta-rays. If we stay here long enough, we will begin to be affected." Sulu said, looking down at his tricorder. "The plants also show a higher value of chlorophyll, I believe it is because the beta-rays, making the absorption maxima of chlorophylls against the spectrum of white light much broader than usual."
"Fascinating, I'm sure, but how long is 'long enough'?" Jim asked, turning to face Sulu, frowning.
Thinking for a moment, Sulu calculated the numbers. "About a week, maybe less if the rays intensify during a special time of day, like an equivalence of a solstice."
Nodding, Jim walked over to Spock. "Well then, let's hurry up and find that wonder-plant! Sulu, you and ensign Mallory go down there, Spock and I will take the this path." Jim said, motioning towards the only visible pathways out of the small clearing.
Watching Sulu and Mallory make their way down the thick foliage, he didn't notice that Spock began to move down their own path. Frowning he hurried after his First Officer.
As he walked, he watched Spock's broad back, unsure if he should strike up a conversation, or continue to walk in silence. He still felt weirdly exposed after the 'Valentines train-wreck extravaganza' as he had dubbed it in hid mind.
It had been two weeks since he had mustered up the courage to ask if Spock wanted to join him to play chess, and they now had a standing arrangement to meet up on their mutual off days in Jim's cabin at 21:00.
They usually talked about anything, mostly keeping to topics Jim deemed 'safe', but Spock had once or twice tried to make Jim open up about his 'issues'.
He couldn't help but smile at the memory. Who would have thought that his Vulcan First Officer would try to make Jim open up and talk about his feelings? It was quite laughable.
But also kinda sweet in a weird way.
At least it made Jim see that Spock actually cared for him, because he doubted that Vulcans would discuss emotions with people they didn't give a damn about.
It was comforting to know that his First Officer had meant it when he said that Jim would not have to be alone again. Jim didn't have a lot of friends, acquaintances, yes, but friends were a lot harder to keep for some unfathomable reason as they kinda required that they be let into his life to some degree.
Bones had been easy. Even though he had been apprehensive at first, Jim soon realized that the older man was someone he could trust. They had both been betrayed, left broken and in need to pick up the pieces of both their lives and their hearts. Bones' gruff exterior was what protected him, just as how Jim's easygoing personality and bright smiles protected him from being hurt, used and broken again.
Though the man might complain more than anyone he had ever met, Jim was happy every time he got a lecture, got smacked upside the head or called a stupid idiot after doing something reckless.
It made him feel that Bones really cared about him. He was like a weird mix of a brother and a father, and those qualities made Jim latch onto him. Jim wasn't an idiot, despite common beliefs, and he knew his own demons well enough to know that his father complex was one of the reasons he had sought out Bones in the beginning.
Although that had been a direct consequence, it was not the reason he continued to be friends with the man.
He loved him, short and simple.
Bones, to Jim, was as close to family one could get. Especially in his case since he didn't have a real one to start with.
Spock, on the other hand, Jim was still trying to figure out. Sure, the tall man was exceedingly efficient and brilliant in everything he did. It was like every pore in his body exuded perfection, and yet, no one knew he was far from as perfect as he seemed as Jim did.
The way he tried to choke him on the bridge was only one example.
Spock was surely ridden with his own demons, and Jim was still none the wiser of what demons those were, but he knew his First Officer well enough to say that he was brave and selfless, and that, logic be damned, always stood by his side when Jim needed him.
Promising himself to try and get Spock talking about himself during their next chess-game, he caught up with Spock and began walking next to him.
"Found anything yet?" He asked, glancing up at Spock, the emotionless features focused on the tricorder.
"Negative Captain."
Jim rolled his eyes. Short and to the point as always. "You know, it's not against regulation or anything if you call me Jim while on missions, you know."
Spock didn't even throw him a sideways glance before shooting him down. "I would prefer to keep a certain level of professionalism, Captain."
"Sure, you do that. Then that's one of us at least." Jim smiled.
"So it would appear." Spock deadpanned in his usual monotone voice.
Jim was on the verge of replying with a particularly witty comment as a sudden pain exploded on his neck. "Ow! What the fuck?" He yelled, clutching his neck and whipping out his phaser, looking around and trying to see if there was any threats near by.
At Jim's shout, Spock had done the same, phaser in one hand and the other holding the tricorder, scanning for life signs. "Captain, there appear to be no immediate threat. I cannot detect any other life signs in the vicinity."
"Yeah." The hand on his neck clutched harder, and Jim yelped when he felt something slimy wiggle against his palm. "What the hell was that?" He asked, a hint of panic creeping into his voice.
Spock turned to Jim and holstered his phaser. "Please remove your hand."
"But what if..." Jim began, not wanting whatever it was to latch onto Spock once he released it.
"Remove your hand." Spock repeated, voice hard and Jim knew better than to argue when Spock sounded like that. All authoritarian and stuff. It made a shiver run down Jim's spine and he slowly lowered his hand.
Spock frowned minutely and raised a brow, making Jim groan. "It's bad, isn't it?"
"I am unsure if the creature is toxic or not, but it appears to be an annelid, possibly an hirudinea if the segmented body is any indication."
"Standard, please! I'm a little preoccupied at the moment, I don't have time to think about what god damn phylum the thing is!" Jim said, frustration palpable as he tried to get his infuriatingly thorough First Officer to speak in plain Standard! A feat that had thus far proved extremely difficult.
Spock gave Jim a look that clearly stated that his intellect left a lot to be desired, but as the situation was as it was, Jim really didn't care.
"It looks similar to the leeches of Earth, although from just an initial examination I am unable to discern whether it is hematophagous or not."
Jim's eyes widen. "Well, get it off of me!" He urged.
"Is that wise, Captain? Should you not wait until you are in sickbay and able to discuss it with doctor McCoy." Spock asked. Although he could understand Jim's urgency in removing the creature, it was illogical to do so if removing it would mean a greater risk than simply letting it be until it could be removed under medical supervision.
"No way! Get it off of me now!" Jim shot out, not wanting to have the slimy creature attached to his neck for one more second.
"Very well, Captain. Tilt your head to the left and I shall attempt to remove it." As Jim moves his head to the left, the creature attached to his neck came into full view for Spock. It was about four inches long, a wet sheen clung to the dark, segmented body as it squirmed against Jim's neck.
Reaching out Spock placed his fingers around the leech and pressed the nail of his thumb inbetween to break the seal of the oral sucker at the anterior end of the leech. The fingernail was pushed along Jim's skin against the leech, at which point the leech decided to detach its jaws and Spock was able to pry it off of Jim.
"Motherfucker!" Jim yelled as pain exploded in his neck.
Before he could say anything else he felt Spock wiping at his wound with his thumb before leaning in and licking the wound.
Jim's eyes widened comically and took a stumbled step backwards as he felt the flat of Spock's tongue against his skin, leaving a warm, wet trail behind. "What the hell?" He said, suppressing the urge to cover the wet spot on his neck.
"I apologize, Captain, but as we do not know if the creature was toxic or not. Vulcan saliva is mildly antibacterial and it will aid you until you reach the sickbay." Spock said, hands behind his back and his posture just as straight as ever, acting like Jim was the crazy one and not Spock for just licking his freaking wound!
"Um..." Jim began, not really knowing how to react or what to say. Trust his First Officer to find a perfectly reasonable explanation for licking people. "...Cool..."
There was a slight impatient tint to Spock's voice as he spoke once again. "Captain, should you not return to the Enterprise and let doctor McCoy look at your readings?"
"Oh yeah." Straightening up he pulled out his communicator and glanced at Spock. "You sure you guys can handle it without me?"
"Captain, If you do not leave in the next thirty seconds, I will order you to go, stating Starfleet regulation ten-twenty-one dash seven..." Spock stopped as Jim began to chuckle. "Captain?" He asked, wondering what he said that the Captain found amusing.
"It's nothing. Sure, I'm on my way." Flipping the communicator open he smiled to himself. "Kirk to Enterprise. One to beam up."
There was a moment of static before the reply came through the communicator. "Acknowledged. Stand by."
"I shall continue the search and report to you as soon as we return to the Enterprise." Spock nodded, placing the tricorder strap over his shoulder.
"Thanks. See you later." Jim smiled just before he was beamed back on board the Enterprise.
He once again found himself in the transporter room and nodded to the ensign on duty before making a swift exit from the room. Since he was now back on board, his first priority would be to seek out Bones and see if he was dying from some alien leech poison or not.
God, he hated the sickbay, and Bones would without a doubt be very surprised to see him, but when weighing his options between sickbay and possibly a few hypo's, or a headstone with the words:'Here lies Jim Kirk. Death by suckage. Not the good kind.', he was leaning slightly towards the sickbay.
McCoy raised a brow as the door to sickbay opened and Jim entered through them. "You don't come here voluntary very often, you dying or something?" He asked in his usual, slightly gruff tone.
Jim shrugged and walked over to one of the bio-beds and hopped onto it. "I dunno. Maybe."
"What?" McCoy growled as he grabbed the tricorder from a table and hurried over, beginning to scan Jim.
"I was attacked by a leech-like creature planetside. Can you check to see if it was poisonous or something?"
Frowning, McCoy looked down at his tricorder to see what readings it were giving. Once he had read and re-read the information he growled and all but slammed the tricorder down onto the bed next to Jim. "Dammit Jim!"
Jumping slightly at McCoy's little display, Jim paled."What? What's wrong? Ohgod! I am dying, aren't I?"
"Shut up, Jim! You're perfectly healthy. I don't find this very funny. I'm a doctor, I cure people, I don't appreciate pranks. Now get your sorry ass out of my sickbay and keep your tales of afternoon delight and Vulcan leeches to yourself!" McCoy growled as he grabbed Jim's arm and pulled him towards the door. "Good god, man! Try to at least uphold the appearance of professionalism while on duty for heaven's sake, Jim!"
As he was thrown out of sickbay, Jim was very confused. What had he said this time? He was getting thrown out of sickbay quite often these days, but Jim figured that McCoy was just being McCoy, that or he was on his period. Again.
Well, at least Bones had said he had nothing to worry about, and there was no hypo's necessary this time, which made it like an epic win! Shoving his hands into his pockets he figured he was due a reward for being a good boy and getting checked out even though the evil doctor of doom had thrown him out.
A little side-trip to the mess before returning to the bridge was completely justified.
Besides, he was the Captain, and if he wanted a double-chocolate sundae, he was getting one damn it!
McCoy, on the other hand picked up the discarded tricorder and checked the results again. The only anomaly that Jim had was a dark bruise on his neck, and that it was coated with Vulcan Saliva..
He did not need to know that, damn it!
Some hours later when McCoy entered the officer's mess, he saw Jim and Spock sitting at a table, talking animatedly. Well, Jim was talking and Spock was listening. Probably.
After picking up a tray with something he hoped didn't taste like wet cardboard for once, he sat down next to Jim and First Officer Leech.
It took McCoy almost two weeks to tire of the nickname. The angry glares Spock kept sending him only added to his amusement.
Jim on the other hand just ignored them both like usual.
All in all, it had been a good day.
End chapter II
oOoxXxoOo
Each of the following chapter will be dealing with how one member of the crew (mis)interprets the actions and relationship of Spock and Jim. This was obviously McCoy's turn in the spotlight. Chapter III will have Lieutenant Giotto, daddy issues and camera-surveillance, just for your amusement.
Hopefully that one will be out faster than this chapter.
If you have the time, please drop me a line and say what you thought.
Until next time, take care!
Next Chapter
Author:
joec_mn
Series: STXI
Rating: PG-13
Length: 2644 words
Warnings: Swearing, naughty language. Implied sex and misunderstandings.
Summary: The (supposed) epic romance of Spock and Jim. How it began and why
people think they're 'doing it'. Preslash. Misunderstandings galore and
pathetic attempts at humour.
Previous Chapter
Hello again,and thank you all so very much for your kind words and encouraging reviews. Here is the next chapter of ASOUM (pronounced 'awesome', because well... why not?)
Oh, and before I forget, I TOTALLY OWN STAR TREK because I am the reincarnation of Eugene Wesley Roddenberry, so playing with these guys is my birthright, at least if you look away from the fact that I was born several years before his passing, and that I would have no rights to anything either way...But still, birthright! YEAH!
A Series Of Unfortunate Misunderstandings
Chapter two - ...so does leeches
Dense green foliage greeted them as they materialized on the planet, the ground crunching slightly underneath their feet.
A whistle sounded, but it was soon swallowed up by the dense screen of plants surrounding them. "So this is Xerxes VI? Nice place." Jim said, looking around at the colorful flowers and tall plants.
"Captain, I am picking up elevated signs of beta-rays. If we stay here long enough, we will begin to be affected." Sulu said, looking down at his tricorder. "The plants also show a higher value of chlorophyll, I believe it is because the beta-rays, making the absorption maxima of chlorophylls against the spectrum of white light much broader than usual."
"Fascinating, I'm sure, but how long is 'long enough'?" Jim asked, turning to face Sulu, frowning.
Thinking for a moment, Sulu calculated the numbers. "About a week, maybe less if the rays intensify during a special time of day, like an equivalence of a solstice."
Nodding, Jim walked over to Spock. "Well then, let's hurry up and find that wonder-plant! Sulu, you and ensign Mallory go down there, Spock and I will take the this path." Jim said, motioning towards the only visible pathways out of the small clearing.
Watching Sulu and Mallory make their way down the thick foliage, he didn't notice that Spock began to move down their own path. Frowning he hurried after his First Officer.
As he walked, he watched Spock's broad back, unsure if he should strike up a conversation, or continue to walk in silence. He still felt weirdly exposed after the 'Valentines train-wreck extravaganza' as he had dubbed it in hid mind.
It had been two weeks since he had mustered up the courage to ask if Spock wanted to join him to play chess, and they now had a standing arrangement to meet up on their mutual off days in Jim's cabin at 21:00.
They usually talked about anything, mostly keeping to topics Jim deemed 'safe', but Spock had once or twice tried to make Jim open up about his 'issues'.
He couldn't help but smile at the memory. Who would have thought that his Vulcan First Officer would try to make Jim open up and talk about his feelings? It was quite laughable.
But also kinda sweet in a weird way.
At least it made Jim see that Spock actually cared for him, because he doubted that Vulcans would discuss emotions with people they didn't give a damn about.
It was comforting to know that his First Officer had meant it when he said that Jim would not have to be alone again. Jim didn't have a lot of friends, acquaintances, yes, but friends were a lot harder to keep for some unfathomable reason as they kinda required that they be let into his life to some degree.
Bones had been easy. Even though he had been apprehensive at first, Jim soon realized that the older man was someone he could trust. They had both been betrayed, left broken and in need to pick up the pieces of both their lives and their hearts. Bones' gruff exterior was what protected him, just as how Jim's easygoing personality and bright smiles protected him from being hurt, used and broken again.
Though the man might complain more than anyone he had ever met, Jim was happy every time he got a lecture, got smacked upside the head or called a stupid idiot after doing something reckless.
It made him feel that Bones really cared about him. He was like a weird mix of a brother and a father, and those qualities made Jim latch onto him. Jim wasn't an idiot, despite common beliefs, and he knew his own demons well enough to know that his father complex was one of the reasons he had sought out Bones in the beginning.
Although that had been a direct consequence, it was not the reason he continued to be friends with the man.
He loved him, short and simple.
Bones, to Jim, was as close to family one could get. Especially in his case since he didn't have a real one to start with.
Spock, on the other hand, Jim was still trying to figure out. Sure, the tall man was exceedingly efficient and brilliant in everything he did. It was like every pore in his body exuded perfection, and yet, no one knew he was far from as perfect as he seemed as Jim did.
The way he tried to choke him on the bridge was only one example.
Spock was surely ridden with his own demons, and Jim was still none the wiser of what demons those were, but he knew his First Officer well enough to say that he was brave and selfless, and that, logic be damned, always stood by his side when Jim needed him.
Promising himself to try and get Spock talking about himself during their next chess-game, he caught up with Spock and began walking next to him.
"Found anything yet?" He asked, glancing up at Spock, the emotionless features focused on the tricorder.
"Negative Captain."
Jim rolled his eyes. Short and to the point as always. "You know, it's not against regulation or anything if you call me Jim while on missions, you know."
Spock didn't even throw him a sideways glance before shooting him down. "I would prefer to keep a certain level of professionalism, Captain."
"Sure, you do that. Then that's one of us at least." Jim smiled.
"So it would appear." Spock deadpanned in his usual monotone voice.
Jim was on the verge of replying with a particularly witty comment as a sudden pain exploded on his neck. "Ow! What the fuck?" He yelled, clutching his neck and whipping out his phaser, looking around and trying to see if there was any threats near by.
At Jim's shout, Spock had done the same, phaser in one hand and the other holding the tricorder, scanning for life signs. "Captain, there appear to be no immediate threat. I cannot detect any other life signs in the vicinity."
"Yeah." The hand on his neck clutched harder, and Jim yelped when he felt something slimy wiggle against his palm. "What the hell was that?" He asked, a hint of panic creeping into his voice.
Spock turned to Jim and holstered his phaser. "Please remove your hand."
"But what if..." Jim began, not wanting whatever it was to latch onto Spock once he released it.
"Remove your hand." Spock repeated, voice hard and Jim knew better than to argue when Spock sounded like that. All authoritarian and stuff. It made a shiver run down Jim's spine and he slowly lowered his hand.
Spock frowned minutely and raised a brow, making Jim groan. "It's bad, isn't it?"
"I am unsure if the creature is toxic or not, but it appears to be an annelid, possibly an hirudinea if the segmented body is any indication."
"Standard, please! I'm a little preoccupied at the moment, I don't have time to think about what god damn phylum the thing is!" Jim said, frustration palpable as he tried to get his infuriatingly thorough First Officer to speak in plain Standard! A feat that had thus far proved extremely difficult.
Spock gave Jim a look that clearly stated that his intellect left a lot to be desired, but as the situation was as it was, Jim really didn't care.
"It looks similar to the leeches of Earth, although from just an initial examination I am unable to discern whether it is hematophagous or not."
Jim's eyes widen. "Well, get it off of me!" He urged.
"Is that wise, Captain? Should you not wait until you are in sickbay and able to discuss it with doctor McCoy." Spock asked. Although he could understand Jim's urgency in removing the creature, it was illogical to do so if removing it would mean a greater risk than simply letting it be until it could be removed under medical supervision.
"No way! Get it off of me now!" Jim shot out, not wanting to have the slimy creature attached to his neck for one more second.
"Very well, Captain. Tilt your head to the left and I shall attempt to remove it." As Jim moves his head to the left, the creature attached to his neck came into full view for Spock. It was about four inches long, a wet sheen clung to the dark, segmented body as it squirmed against Jim's neck.
Reaching out Spock placed his fingers around the leech and pressed the nail of his thumb inbetween to break the seal of the oral sucker at the anterior end of the leech. The fingernail was pushed along Jim's skin against the leech, at which point the leech decided to detach its jaws and Spock was able to pry it off of Jim.
"Motherfucker!" Jim yelled as pain exploded in his neck.
Before he could say anything else he felt Spock wiping at his wound with his thumb before leaning in and licking the wound.
Jim's eyes widened comically and took a stumbled step backwards as he felt the flat of Spock's tongue against his skin, leaving a warm, wet trail behind. "What the hell?" He said, suppressing the urge to cover the wet spot on his neck.
"I apologize, Captain, but as we do not know if the creature was toxic or not. Vulcan saliva is mildly antibacterial and it will aid you until you reach the sickbay." Spock said, hands behind his back and his posture just as straight as ever, acting like Jim was the crazy one and not Spock for just licking his freaking wound!
"Um..." Jim began, not really knowing how to react or what to say. Trust his First Officer to find a perfectly reasonable explanation for licking people. "...Cool..."
There was a slight impatient tint to Spock's voice as he spoke once again. "Captain, should you not return to the Enterprise and let doctor McCoy look at your readings?"
"Oh yeah." Straightening up he pulled out his communicator and glanced at Spock. "You sure you guys can handle it without me?"
"Captain, If you do not leave in the next thirty seconds, I will order you to go, stating Starfleet regulation ten-twenty-one dash seven..." Spock stopped as Jim began to chuckle. "Captain?" He asked, wondering what he said that the Captain found amusing.
"It's nothing. Sure, I'm on my way." Flipping the communicator open he smiled to himself. "Kirk to Enterprise. One to beam up."
There was a moment of static before the reply came through the communicator. "Acknowledged. Stand by."
"I shall continue the search and report to you as soon as we return to the Enterprise." Spock nodded, placing the tricorder strap over his shoulder.
"Thanks. See you later." Jim smiled just before he was beamed back on board the Enterprise.
He once again found himself in the transporter room and nodded to the ensign on duty before making a swift exit from the room. Since he was now back on board, his first priority would be to seek out Bones and see if he was dying from some alien leech poison or not.
God, he hated the sickbay, and Bones would without a doubt be very surprised to see him, but when weighing his options between sickbay and possibly a few hypo's, or a headstone with the words:'Here lies Jim Kirk. Death by suckage. Not the good kind.', he was leaning slightly towards the sickbay.
McCoy raised a brow as the door to sickbay opened and Jim entered through them. "You don't come here voluntary very often, you dying or something?" He asked in his usual, slightly gruff tone.
Jim shrugged and walked over to one of the bio-beds and hopped onto it. "I dunno. Maybe."
"What?" McCoy growled as he grabbed the tricorder from a table and hurried over, beginning to scan Jim.
"I was attacked by a leech-like creature planetside. Can you check to see if it was poisonous or something?"
Frowning, McCoy looked down at his tricorder to see what readings it were giving. Once he had read and re-read the information he growled and all but slammed the tricorder down onto the bed next to Jim. "Dammit Jim!"
Jumping slightly at McCoy's little display, Jim paled."What? What's wrong? Ohgod! I am dying, aren't I?"
"Shut up, Jim! You're perfectly healthy. I don't find this very funny. I'm a doctor, I cure people, I don't appreciate pranks. Now get your sorry ass out of my sickbay and keep your tales of afternoon delight and Vulcan leeches to yourself!" McCoy growled as he grabbed Jim's arm and pulled him towards the door. "Good god, man! Try to at least uphold the appearance of professionalism while on duty for heaven's sake, Jim!"
As he was thrown out of sickbay, Jim was very confused. What had he said this time? He was getting thrown out of sickbay quite often these days, but Jim figured that McCoy was just being McCoy, that or he was on his period. Again.
Well, at least Bones had said he had nothing to worry about, and there was no hypo's necessary this time, which made it like an epic win! Shoving his hands into his pockets he figured he was due a reward for being a good boy and getting checked out even though the evil doctor of doom had thrown him out.
A little side-trip to the mess before returning to the bridge was completely justified.
Besides, he was the Captain, and if he wanted a double-chocolate sundae, he was getting one damn it!
McCoy, on the other hand picked up the discarded tricorder and checked the results again. The only anomaly that Jim had was a dark bruise on his neck, and that it was coated with Vulcan Saliva..
He did not need to know that, damn it!
Some hours later when McCoy entered the officer's mess, he saw Jim and Spock sitting at a table, talking animatedly. Well, Jim was talking and Spock was listening. Probably.
After picking up a tray with something he hoped didn't taste like wet cardboard for once, he sat down next to Jim and First Officer Leech.
It took McCoy almost two weeks to tire of the nickname. The angry glares Spock kept sending him only added to his amusement.
Jim on the other hand just ignored them both like usual.
All in all, it had been a good day.
End chapter II
oOoxXxoOo
Each of the following chapter will be dealing with how one member of the crew (mis)interprets the actions and relationship of Spock and Jim. This was obviously McCoy's turn in the spotlight. Chapter III will have Lieutenant Giotto, daddy issues and camera-surveillance, just for your amusement.
Hopefully that one will be out faster than this chapter.
If you have the time, please drop me a line and say what you thought.
Until next time, take care!
Next Chapter