Capítulo 17: The First Wave/Short Story
Chapter 17: The first Wave: Short Story.
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Lieutenant Bini Filters POV
"Bini! BINI!"
Who the hell is trying wake me up right now? I have that day off. I should have erected a privacy screen before I went to sleep last night. I am warm. no. I am not going to wake up. I don't care if the red alert is flashing and ship is blowing up. If I am going to go out. I am going to go out sleeping.
"She isn't waking up. Is she in a coma?" A small voice asked. That was Sarah. Why is Sarah in on this. No! Focus. Sleep-
"Don't be stupid, Sarah. She is ignoring us." Another familiar voice shot back. Aw, shit. Micheal.
"But-"
"We need answers and we are going to get them!"
Oh no. I can't get out of this one.
"On, three, two, one-"
Why is Micheal counting down?!
"JUMP!"
I felt a heavy weight suddenly slam down on me, I screamed in alarm and shot up in panic and whatever stupid emotion came as I looked at a grinning Sarah who was sitting on my legs and Micheal who had a disappointing raised eyebrow towards me.
"WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT FOR!? I am a growing child! I need my beauty sleep for goodness sake!" I demanded. Sarah tilted her head towards me in confusion as Micheal once again gave me a disappointing look. Geez. The things I do for some shut eye these days.
Micheal quickly crawled over to me, plopping a padd in front of me. I eyed him suspiciously and picked it up.
The padd had a lot of writing on it... hmmm. It was a story. I looked at the title: J/C Memories. What is J/C? I looked back at the two innocent faces that looking up at me for answers. I wish I had some.
"What am I looking at?" I asked. They both shrugged.
"Tom said it was something called fanfiction. He didn't explain it to us. He said we were too young. BUT, you aren't. We were hoping you could tell us." Micheal explained and finished it off with a bright smile. I rolled my eyes and looked back at the padd, I relaxed against my bed rest again and said "OK, let me read this over first."
They sat down and settled themselves in. They aren't going to move. *Groan* Just move on Bini.
——PADD——
Title: J/C memories.
Sometimes he watched her when he thought she wouldn't notice it. Chakotay thought he had gotten very good at the game of watching the Irish Captain that he fancied each day. little did he know that she was aware and she liked it-
——PADD——
Oh My God.
Oh. My. God.
Tom warned me about "Fanfics" once...Why didn't I listen?! Because I was exhausted and didn't see the point in listening to him...I...I don't like this.
I nervously looked up at those two innocent kids. Too innocent for this world. Too innocent to know that J/C means= Janeway-Chakotay...
Micheal would send Chakotay to sickbay if he figured this out. Sarah would forever be changed by this.
"Why do you look like a fish, Bini?" Sarah chirped.
"I need you two to promise me something." I choked out. They both looked at each other with raised eyebrows then back at me with accepting nods.
"Never ask anyone what J/C means."
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PENSAMENTOS DOS CRIADORES 
UnknownFilters
UnknownFilters AN: My week, no, correction, month has been pretty low. So I am writing this small story to cheer me up. I tend to believe that even in the 24 century, humans will still have the compulsive need to write fan fiction about things. I once met a person who wrote fanfics about her own family. This story is about how Michael and Sarah discover fanfics and ask Bini for help in understanding them. I know that people are probably annoyed by how much time I spend on these three but I am working on character development here. Not to mention at least improve Harry’s life somehow. The creators sure didn’t like Garrett Wang.
Edit: Sorry if some of this is written in a strange way, I don’t actually own a phone but I wrote all of this story on one so it was tough. I am not used to this at all. Despite that fact that I am 16 and should already have one like everyone else in school and the outside world.
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