The days grew colder and Christine found herself pulling on an extra pair of stockings in the mornings and covering her shoulders with a shawl. Winter was right around the corner and she was both excited and nervous to see what winter close to the Rocky Mountains was like. In New Orleans it had just been damp and wet, but now she would actually ( Read more... )

Stop squirming. I'm almost done here.

It had to all be a terrible dream. A nightmare. This couldn't be happening to Christine. She stared down at the crudely made wooden cross and fresh earth in front of her. He had been there one minute, and gone the next, leaving her all alone. What was she supposed to do now ( Read more... )

This is a fic for an alternate verse hesdead_jim and I have, where Leonard and Christine meet once as teens and have a fling, then meet again on the Enterprise. It basically looks at Chris's adult life after meeting Leonard for the first time, but before they meet again.

( At age twenty-four, Christine Chapel thought she had it all figured out. )

[humming softly as she does paperwork]

( The Dancer and the Dork )

Christine wasn't the type to get nervous. She had confidence in herself as a dancer and she knew she'd put on a brilliant performance. What she was worried about was everyone else in her ballet troupe. They were all pacing around backstage nervously, counting out steps and lifts, and she was thinking one of them would crack ( Read more... )

Don't think that's what it's for.

[Long shift. Asleep at her desk.]

Christine lowered her tricorder and looked off into the distance. The planet the medical team was taking samples from really was beautiful. It reminded her of the American South, with its warm, moist air, lush green grass, and the smell of sweet flowers in the air. It would have been a great place to have shore leave, but unfortunately that was ( Read more... )