ST Part Six

Nov. 4th, 2010 09:37 pm
zombietlpd: (angelus)
[personal profile] zombietlpd
Title: Packing Excitement
Author: t_l_p_d
Genre: …all of them?
Rating: Eventually M/NC-17 but for now … Pg or Pg-13 -ish
Summary: Response to Whiteraven1606’s really awesome prompt! (see part one)
Status: WIP
Warnings: Cursing/profanity, mpreg, slash, threesome, alive!George, notnice!Winona, OC’s (mostly there as filler characters, none are REALLY important), an insane amount of contractions that will probably decrease once the Vulcans are on the scene (a little Vulcan humor there :D), others to be determined

Author’s Note: So I was trying to rule out some genres but I gave up (horror? Toddlers and infants and Tarsus, oh my! Supernatural? Touch telepathy and mind melds. Romance? Why don’t I quit while I’m ahead?)

AN 2: I is dead from stomach bug on Sun-Tues/slightly Wed and a funeral and babysitting on Sat so small chapter. My chapters are more like drabbles anyway. It will be better once it is complete and I add to it and combine parts so they are longer (so like parts 1-4 will become part 1 or something like that).

AN 3: edited to change mood from 'recovering' to 'recovering from illness'. Just to clarify. XD

Sam was haphazardly throwing his favorite clothes and toys into a suitcase when he paused and ran to his father’s room yelling, “DADDY! DADDY!”

“Hey kiddo,” George swung Sam up into his arms. He hung Sam upside down and then tickled Sam until Sam was giggling uncontrollably. George set his son down on his bed next to neatly folded adult male and infant male clothing, “What did you want?”

“Um…um…I know! What do people on Vulcan wear?”

George blinked, “Huh, ya know I never thought about it. Just pack you favorites,” Sam was ‘packing’ his belongings because he was a big boy now (which meant that George would pack things like socks and underwear when Sam wasn’t looking), “And if we need to get different clothing we can.”

While George was not rich, he had spent very little of his earnings from Starfleet (he and Winona had had separate accounts, George had insisted because he wanted to save for the children. Winona had been unable to argue),

“Ok Daddy.” Sam took off again. This time he ran to his room. George heard Sam tell his stuffed bear, “Ok Mr. Bear, into the big bag with you.”

George surveyed his clothing with a weary eye. Most of his clothing had been Starfleet uniforms although he had had a few civilian outfits. George had been slowly increasing the amount of civilian clothes (because Jimmy seemed determined to ruin all his clothing with spit up).

Speaking of Jimmy, George glanced over at the monitor. It had a view screen about ten inches across and six inches tall. It received sound and could send sound. The baby moniter was similar to a walkie talkie but much nicer looking and more high-tech.

Jimmy was taking one of his naps and since he was just barely on a schedule, George had taken the opportunity to get some work done in preparation for the trip to Vulcan. Amanda, and probably Sarek, had taken care of everything. While George was to reimburse them for the tickets to Vulcan, he and the kids would be staying in Sarek’s large house (Amanda insisted it was a mansion while Sarek insisted it was merely adequate). It made more fiscal and spatial sense and would allow the children to have access to each other and an adult at all hours.

George was happy that everything was settled because his mother had gotten Winona’s mother involved. They both called him to sigh about grandchildren and how they would never see them (even though George promised to vid call them and to accept their vid calls - although he was already regretting that promise).

George was looking forward to being in a place with no pressure and no requirements. It would just be him and the kids and the kids’ friends and his friends. No one would try to change him or call him a liar or inferior. It would be a nice, relaxing vacation.

Little did he know how wrong he was or how right.




zombietlpd: (Default)

April 2017

91011 12131415

Style Credit

Expand Cut Tags

No cut tags
Page generated Sep. 20th, 2017 04:17 pm
Powered by Dreamwidth Studios