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SoCS : Back Through the Wreckage

This post is part of Linda G.Hill’s Stream of Consciousness Saturday meme.

The idea is simple – post an unedited stream of consciousness piece that ties into the weekly prompt –this week’s is back.

This week, I’m going back (see what I did there?) to my Star Trek: TOS/Enterprise crossover fan fiction novel-in-progress, The Earth Doth Move. We’ve heard from Spock and his father, Sarek, in past SoCs posts; now, as I move through the final few scenes of the draft, we get to experience a moment through the viewpoint of Amanda Grayson, Spock’s human mother, as she contemplates the aftermath of disaster, and the steps taken to avoid devastation.

This post is also a little special for another reason. In the just after midnight hours of November 1, I began this novel as my NaNoWriMo 2014 project. And, because my children and their out of state best friends like to spend Halloween together, I began it right where I am now, just after midnight on December 13, (12/13/14!), on the guest bed at the home of my very own personal patron of the arts, Sylvia Woodman.

I’d love to finish the seven scenes and a bit I have left to write before we leave here Sunday evening. There’d be a certain symmetry in completing it, back here where I started it. I’m not sure I can do it, but I’m giving it a try!

Here’s that first post, Memory Swirled….

And, now, onto the new! =D

Disclaimer: Spock, his family, and all the rest of Star Trek are property of CBS/Paramount; no copyright infringement intended. I just want to play with them, and I’m careful even when I’m not logical!

Amanda’s mind drifted back, through the past days, through the sharing, reaching to hold her son, to feel him as much as she was able.

Would Spock be able to find his way back to them, through the wreckage of his psyche? Could there be healing, for him, when the wound was so traumatic, still so open and bleeding?

The Starfleet physicians had tended to his body – T’Pol had sensed that much. The physical wounds were no longer a threat to his life, but they’d come from his inner injury, and they couldn’t heal that for him. Not even the extraordinary sharing could heal him – only offer him support, and a way back if he was strong enough, and if he chose to take it. And if he could…

“Amanda, it’s time.”

“Wha – oh!” She hadn’t known that she had fallen asleep, until T’Pol’s voice jolted her awake – awake from some dream of Spock and his Huntress, Sarek and Winona, T’Pol and Trip, all dancing along in their sharings, without her – she was bereft, on the outside, with no way to get back to them….

“You aren’t alone, you know.” She opened her eyes to T’Pol, standing on her own now, but with the human man’s arm wound snugly around her waist. Trip was smiling at her. “We’ve all felt left out a time or two. But you’re not. You’re our boy’s mom, and if anyone can help him find his way back from the edge, it’s you, and we’re all here to back you up as best as we can -“

“Enough, Trip. You won’t speak to her further, now. You’re correct; I’m a jealous woman, and it’s best that you don’t forget.”

“Silly little pepperpot. Now that I’m back with you, do you think I’d be stupid enough to screw this up?”

“Past experience suggests that either of us might ‘screw this up’, in a variety of ways.”

“That ‘past experience’ is a century old! Give us both some credit for having learned a thing or two.”

T’Pol accepted his proffered ouz’hesta; fingers brushed fingers, soul brushed soul, and Amanda longed to feel that touch so badly that her own fingers twitched and ached for it, her soul opening to -to –

To Sarek, reaching back to her through their bond, which was singing and alive as he stretched toward her, enveloped her in awareness of him, made her truly a part of what he was sharing with Winona, from whom he was gradually pulling back; retreating, as he became more and more able to reclaim his own will, as the compulsion to act out Spock’s longings and madness faded away…

This week’s guest prompt comes to us from Pavowski.  I don’t mind that he’s a high school English teacher; he doesn’t seem to mind that my teen’s never attended school a day in his life (but knows about anthropomorphism, because he does watch PBS!)

Enjoy stream-of consciousness writing? Anyone can play, so long as they are willing to follow a few simple rules. See you next week, for another live-streaming look into the lovely chaos in my mind! =)

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I am myself. I own my life, and live with three other people who own theirs. My intention is to do only those things that bring me joy, and to give myself wholly to those things I do. Writing has been my passion throughout my life, and this will become the home for my writing life...because it brings me great joy!

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