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The Preview (Part 3)Author - TheCursor | Genre - General | Main Story | P | Rating - G | T
Fan Fiction Main Page | Stories sorted by title, author, genre, and rating The Preview (Part 3) By THECURSOR No matter what I do, Paramount still owns Star Trek A/N: SPOILERS "Demons." I really think I’m pushing this whole “Lets try to make spoilers into a fic” thing but I’m only gonna get a couple more chances so….this is a response to the T’Baby spoilers.
Hello. I’m Elizabeth. I am approximately two weeks, four days and three hours old, but the funny looking Doctor just says I’m two weeks. I only just now getting used to the funny Doctor man since my first doctor was…mean and kept me someplace...dark. But now I’m here with my Daddy and The Doctor and that Not Mommy with the big eyebrows. Right now I’m getting my first check up with my new doctor. I stare up at the Doctor, who seems very intent on keeping me distracted for some reason. “Look over here!” he says as he snaps his fingers. I look, a sick feeling of apprehension settling in the bottom of my tiny stomach. What’s he trying to pull here? OUCH! My mouth opens as wide as it can and I let out the loudest shriek my vocal cords can muster.
Daddy has started calling me his “little heartbreaker”. This seems a little premature since gender assignment doesn’t start for another couple of years. I don’t even have motor skills yet and already Daddy wants me to be an engineer and take things apart. He’s leaving hyper spanners by my bed and reading me engineering manuals. While I appreciate the attention, Daddy just seems too high strung and excitable and I’ve started to wish there was someone here to calm him down. I stifle a young sigh when I see him fiddling with the baby monitor the Doctor made for me, trying to boost the signal strength. I can already tell that I’m going to have to train him to be less goofy. And if he’s this bad now, I wonder what he’ll be like when I start dating.
At around noon, two Not Mommies came to see me on their lunch break. The first one was a man, with a funny accent and a stern look on his face. His companion was a dark haired woman that seemed very intent on keeping me for her own. “Oh she so cute!” the Dark Haired Lady exclaimed, “I could just eat her up!” Why do people think that’s a compliment? “Yes she is quite the little sweetie, isn’t she?” It kind of upsets me that neither of these people are going to feed me or leave me alone until I give them what they want. So I kick my feet and make a couple of those cute baby noises they like so much. I watch as their hearts melt and the lady sighs with glee. Adults are so easy.
The dark skinned Not Mommy looked down into my crib with apprehension. He’s supposed to be changing my diaper so I don’t know what the hold up is. “Are you sure…?” he turns to the Doctor, unsure of what to do next. “Quite sure Mr. Mayweather,” the Doctor unhooks the straps of my diaper and unfolds it onto the table, “It’s just fecal matter.” But the Dark Skinned Man doesn’t think so! He moans in agony as the smell offends hits his poor human nose. I giggle mischievously as he holds his nose and turns his face away. Just poopie, eh Doctor?
A Lady comes into Sick Bay during my nap time and the sound of the door opening hurts my half vulcan ears so badly that it wakes me from my slumber. The Lady doesn’t help either, calling for the Doctor in a rude voice, totally uncaring of I might feel about people barging into my room at all hours of the day. “Please return to sleep.” says The Lady. Be quiet? SHUT UP LADY! I’m sick of all these Not Mommies! I’m sick of people coming into my crib to wake me up and I’m sick of no one feeding me when I want to be fed AND TO TOP IT OFF MY DIAPER IS TOO TIGHT! So I cry. I cry and fuss and kick my legs and scream with every breath I can fit inside my newborn lungs. My shrieking must have bothered the Lady and I watch her hold her hands to her ears to shut out the sound. GOOD! Stupid Lady! Go away and get my MOMMY! But she doesn’t, she stays and I hear her heavy footsteps cross the room. Soon I feel her long arms snaking around my body to cradle my head and raise me into the air. The Lady picks me up and I hear her heartbeat. Her manner is cool but not cold and her serenity seems to wrap around me like a warm blanket. I kick my feet a little, trying to press my whole body against her as thoughts of sleep fade away. She smells good and my hybrid nose can already detect the pleasing odor of candle incense on her hair and the smell of bath salts on her skin. Whoever she is, she must be beautiful. I open my eyes to look at her, gazing up into her soft brown orbs and realize she’s looking at me too, peering down at me with shock and fear and fascination. Something about me seems to amaze the Lady and I feel her body tense up as I examine her with my newborn eyes. “They are very blue,” then I hear her sniff the air, “And you smell like him too.” Her face scrunches up for a moment and I giggle. I like this Lady, something about her is very….familiar. My instincts tell me who she is before my unformed brain does. The sight of her long pointed ears and the arched eyebrows give me warm feelings of comfort and happiness I’ve never really felt before. You are all too old to remember what it was like to be truly happy for the first time, to feel that sweet warming sensation spreading down your spine like a pleasantly lit fire. I realize with all of my infant senses that this is my mommy and my heart beats louder and stronger then ever before, as if I want her to hear it thumping. The sudden excitement wears me out and I yawn, still exhausted from another long day on my new home. So Mommy pats my back and gently lays me down into my cradle and dims the light again. I hear her whispering to me about “illogical emotional attachments” and “it was just supposed to be an experiment.” But none of her words can hide the caring tone of her voice. I love you too, Mommy.
Have a comment to make about this story? Do so in the Trip Fan Fiction forum at the HoTBBS! A whole mess of folks have made commentsaww I second that! Sweet, thank you! :) That's so sweet! I love it! Cursor, who knew you had such a cute side to you!!!!!! That was just adorable!!!! You little softy you! ;) This is beautiful. Great baby perspective! T'Baby reminds me of myself when I was younger. Real sweet Fic. LOL "Not Mommy" thats so cute! SQUEE! LOL. That was so cute. Loved the wise baby! Very nicely described perspective. Well done, Ali D :~) Aww...I loved it! :o) That is, without a doubt, the cutest thing I've read in a long time!!! Oh wow...soo cute! Aww, I love this story! This is just what it's supposed to be. Another great one! Incredibly sweet. Would love to hear what toddler Elizabeth thinks of mom and dad.. Think about it... Sequel......Please. I love this story! It's wonderfull and when I had a hard day I read it over and over again and the I'm happy :-) Inga |