Work in Progress Wednesday!

[tjs_whatnot]

Well, this is officially the longest I've sustained an idea I've had (which might be why people who have known me for a long time are sitting this out, waiting for me to burn out--I get it, I wouldn't trust me either.)

But, I am here! Give me all your Works in Progress!

My only real WiP(s) currently are in the planning stages, which means I'm rewatching an episode of The X-Files over and over and taking notes for a review I'm writing. And I'm in the collecting materials phase in my H2H project(s).

What about you? Leave a snippet or piece and then read/cheerlead others. We're in this together!

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[sixbeforelunch]

This week I'm mostly working on an exchange fic. It's nearly done, but needs some finishing up and polishing.

No snippit of the exchange fic, obviously, but here's a bit more of the Riker fic since people seem to enjoy it.

Deanna followed him back to Anchorage. Despite the fact that they all had their orders, no one was actually leaving for at least a week. The Eian, the Pulsar, and the Kiri-kin-tha were all several days out from Earth, and the Enterprise was still being repaired. It was late afternoon and the sun had already set when they got back. Without a word between them, she followed him to his hotel room.

There was still sand between his toes. Transporters were weird. One minute you were on a beach in the sunshine, the next back in Alaska and it was dark and snowing outside.

"I need a shower," he said, tossing his coat over the back of the chair. The transporter station had a replicator specifically for people who beamed in from warmer climates and needed winter weather gear. He glanced at her. "Join me?" he asked, his heart hammering in his chest.

"No," Deanna said. "Thank you." She turned on the news.

Will took his lead from her, and stayed casual. He showered, and then she showered, and then they got into bed together, both of them in freshly replicated pajamas. The news was still on, and Deanna rested her head on his shoulder while they watched.

"--Starfleet confirmed that the Tian An Men is missing. The ship was assigned to patrol along the Federation-Cardassian border. Starfleet would not comment on any theories regarding the disappearance, but sources within the organization say that the Jem'Hadar are suspected. In other news, rumors about a possible non-aggression treaty between Bajor and the Dominion continue to circulate, although as yet nothing has been confirmed."

"Will?"

"Hmm?"

"I'm scared."

"I know. Me too."

"--the Federation Constitution explicitly forbids Starfleet from engaging in any form of Federation-level military conscription. However, individual member worlds may draft their citizens according to their own laws. For more on this--"

"Save me from draftees," Will said, and turned off the news. "I don't want anyone on my ship who didn't ask to be there."

"It won't get that bad," Deanna said.

"Won't it? After half a decade of periodic Borg incursions that take dozens of ships out every time? After that pointless war with the Klingons? After two years of increasing destabilization throughout the quadrant that's had us getting into skirmishes at the borders with Orion pirates and Klingon mercenaries?"

Deanna played with the edge of the sheet. "Tell me about the Kiri-kin-tha."

"She's a Miranda-class retrofit. Crew compliment of 143. Eleven decks. Bow to stern 237.6 meters. Primary power system is a KR13-W raised hull matter/antimatter reactor. What else do you want to know?"

"Weapons?"

"Six RW-12C twin mount phaser banks. Four Mk42 Mod-3 direct-fire torpedo tubes. It's a bog-standard Miranda-class ship. Workhorse of the Federation for over a century. Come on, Deanna, you're a bridge officer. I was there. I passed you. You know all of this."

She slid down and rested her head on his chest, over his heart. Reaching across him, she took his hand. She was trembling slightly against him.

"They're tough ships," he said. A Miranda wouldn't be his first choice in a battle--they didn't maneuver as well as a lot of others, and they had some weak spots especially in the forward saucer--but he wasn't going to tell Deanna that.

She was working herself up to something, he could feel it. He rubbed her back with one hand. "Deanna, you know you can tell me anything."

"I know," she said. "Tonight can we just sleep? Together, like this?"

"Yeah. Of course." He pulled the blankets over them and turned out the lights.

[lightbird]

You do such a good job conveying how easy and natural Riker and Troi are with each other.

[sixbeforelunch]

Thank you!

[tjs_whatnot]

D'aww this was lovely, with just a hint of foreboding. Great job!

[sixbeforelunch]

Thanks!