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chanter1944From the fic tentatively titled Transmissions, part of the These Are The Voyages 'verse. Sulu's POV.
Oh, he was right, this wonderful, beautiful ship--he was right after all--she's alive, she's aware, she's talking to him! Two in a row, he thinks dizzily, and then oh my God, two in a row--three? If this is wizardry leakage, sign me up for more of the same--[Hello? I--I am on Errantry, and I greet you--do I ever--hello? You really can hear me, can't you?] He dares not even think her name. Not before she voices it to him herself.
Oh, he was right, this wonderful, beautiful ship--he was right after all--she's alive, she's aware, she's talking to him! Two in a row, he thinks dizzily, and then oh my God, two in a row--three? If this is wizardry leakage, sign me up for more of the same--[Hello? I--I am on Errantry, and I greet you--do I ever--hello? You really can hear me, can't you?] He dares not even think her name. Not before she voices it to him herself.
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Date: 2019-11-02 07:27 pm (UTC)