*Desdemona B-B* *New Vanguard* *post"Discord"* Desdemona walked slowly back to the small dwelling where Trevor's decendants lived, hesistating outside the door. Inside, she could hear the giggles and shrieks of the youngest of the brood as Trevor chased them around playfully. She smiled despite herself, thinking what a truly excellent father he would have made. Would make. Without her, of course, but that was as it should be, she supposed. In all her years and many travels among humans, it was the bond between parent and child that had always been the most mystical to her. She could no longer remember her own parents, or even the time of her birth. She could remember precious little before *he* came into her life. She sometimes suspected this might be the result of some sort of trickery on his part, but the idea of it never bothered her much. So heavy was the veil of years that if a few things were lost in it here and there, it didn't really matter all that much. What mattered most, what had always mattered most, was the moment. As if summoned by her thoughts of him, a quiet voice came from very close behind her, "Got a minute?" She tried to suppress her smile, but found she could not. She turned slowly. "For you, I've got all the time in the universe." There, leaning against the trunk of a large tree, inappropriately dressed in what appeared the garb of a Pilgrim from ancient Earth, stood the inimitable Q. "Goody Brown, thou owest me a debt." "We have a deal," Des countered, "And unless you know something I don't, it's not time to collect." "The things I know that you don't could fill volumes," Q said, rising from his slouch. "Walk with me a bit, won't you?" Des followed him into the grotto, realizing that she was not at all suprised to see him. Ever since she had joined the Vanguard, she had sensed the ticking clock of her years. It was not just all the temporal travel--though that certainly threw into sharper relief that of which she had an underlying sense--she was nearing the end of her mortal voyage. During every temporal shift, Desdemona experiences something she explains to others as a kind of "cascade point" at which she can see through a refraction of time all of the hypothetical versions of herself. For that moment every choice, every outcome, every possibility is visible to her. It is something she has a great deal of difficulty explaining to her human friends; a mortal mind would likely fracture if it were to see the cascade point. Lately, Des knows, there have been more and more empty spaces in the cascade; more and more corners she could have turned that would end her existance. She is only playing the odds now, and sooner or later it ill be time to cash in her chips. She has always hoped it would be later, but knows that eventually, it will be "later." Seeing Q here now did not bode well for that hope. (to be continued...) ***** OoC: Suspense! dundundunn! I wanted to post this before anything else happened, but I think it would run a little long if I kept going tonight. I'll fine tune "part two" and post it tomorrow. Also, please forgive any nasty typing errors I might've over-looked. I don't have access to my WP for spell checks and such. __________________________________________________ Do You Yahoo!? Tired of spam? Yahoo! Mail has the best spam protection around http://mail.yahoo.com ************************************************************* USS Vanguard: http://ncv80221.netfirms.com/default.htm Vanguard Archives: //www.freelists.org/archives/ncv80221 Gamma Fleet: http://gammafleet.trekplayer.com/ FreeLists: //www.freelists.org *************************************************************