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  • Edge of Heaven – Chapter 7. Just Jon

    Dani walked along the blue shoreline of Risa.  She’d come here before in her own time, and she was surprised to see that in 200 years, not much about the planet had changed.  It was still beautiful and promoted a carefree atmosphere.  It had only been a few days after Dani’s dinner with Captain Archer in the mess hall, and she was grateful for the opportunity to sort things out.

    Dani sat down in the sand and looked out at the gently lapping waves, the sun rising behind it.  The scene reminded her very much of a West Coast sunset on Earth.

    ‘What if I really am stuck here for the rest of my life?’ she asked herself.  It had been weeks since she’d arrived, and the Enterprise crew was no closer to cracking the temporal transporter’s code than when she and Kyle had first arrived.  It was beginning to look like she’d never make it home.  She knew in her heart that Will had tried to keep his promise to bring her back.  She knew because she knew him and knew that he still cared for her, as she did for him, and he would never willingly abandon her.  But given the circumstances, she was beginning to think going back ‘home’ was becoming more and more of a distant probability.

    Dani jumped when she felt something brush against her back.  She turned around and looked down.  A beagle nudged at her back and walked around in front of her as she began to stroke the little dog’s head.

    “Hey,” Dani said.  There was something familiar about this dog, but she couldn’t put her finger on what it was. “Where did you come from?”  The dog barked.  Dani looked around her for any sign of the dog’s owner.   When she looked over her shoulder, she saw him jogging toward them in the distance.  She looked down at the dog again.  “You’re a fast one, too fast for your owner.”

    The dog took off in the direction of his owner.  As the owner gradually closed in on his beagle, his image became clearer, and Dani realized that the dog’s owner was Jonathan Archer.  She stood immediately.

    “Porthos!” he scolded as he caught up with the pooch.  He crouched down to the dog’s level. “How many times have I told you not to run off from me like that?”  He picked Porthos up and finally looked at Porthos’s ‘victim’.  He was surprised to see that it was Dani Janeway.

    “Hi,” he said, walking toward her.

    “Hi,” Dani said.

    “I’m sorry about Porthos,” Archer said, closing in the last few feet between himself and Janeway.  “He doesn’t usually behave like this.”  He placed Porthos on the ground and fastened a leash onto his collar.

    “No, it’s alright,” Dani said. “It gave us a chance to make proper introductions to each other.”

    Archer chuckled and sat down in the sand. “So, what do you think?  Is it very different from the Risa you know?”

    Dani sat back down and looked around at their surroundings, nodding slowly. “It’s pretty much the same as I remember it, actually, which is pretty surprising.  I mean, you would think that 200 years would make a difference, but I guess that’s not always the case.”

    “Time doesn’t have to change everything, especially if there isn’t anything that needs to be changed,” Archer said.

    “Don’t try to fix it if it’s not broken.”

    “Exactly,” Archer agreed.

    They both turned their attention to the ocean in front of them.  The sun was rising from behind it, creating a reflection across the water that consisted of nearly every color imaginable.

    “I was just thinking, before Porthos here joined me, that this beach reminds me of the West Coast, except it’s a sunrise here instead of a sunset,” Dani said, stroking Porthos . “And except for the rainbow effect here, of course.”

    “You’re right,” Archer said. “This is my first time here, but I grew up in California.  This place is almost eerie in how much it reminds me of home.”  He looked at Dani and was struck by how stunning she looked in the early morning light.  He knew he was staring, and he hoped it didn’t come across as rude.

    Dani turned to him and was mildly surprised to find him gazing at her.  She didn’t look away.  Instead, she returned his gaze, staring into his hazel eyes.  She wasn’t prepared for the effect that the whole scenario had on her:  the beautiful beach sunrise, the feeling that they were the only two people in the universe, the sheer beauty of the man sitting next to her.  She felt the intense urge to kiss him, and she wasn’t so sure that he would be disappointed if she did do just that.

    Her suspicion was confirmed when Archer began to lean toward her slowly.  Dani moved to meet him.

    “Hey, Cap’n!”

    Archer and Dani each drew back and looked over their shoulders to see Trip jogging toward them.

    “I just finished talkin’ to the people up at the travel agents,” he said once he reached them. “Our cabins are ready and waitin’ for us whenever we’re ready.”

    Dani and Archer looked at each other briefly before looking at Trip, and it suddenly occurred to the engineer that he may have just interrupted something.  “Uhhh, I’m sorry,” he said, “I didn’t mean to intrude.”

    “No, it’s okay, Trip,” Archer said. “We were just talking about how beautiful everything is here.”  He looked at Dani again.  “Do you have somewhere to stay, yet?”

    “Yeah,” Dani said. “It’s this place on the beach, not too far from here,” Dani replied.

    xxx

    It didn’t take long for the three of them to reach the cabins.  As they approached the 15-story building, the three of them realized that Archer and Trip’s hotel was also Dani’s hotel.  Trip stopped by the desk in the lobby, but Dani and Archer went ahead to the lift that was already waiting for them in the lobby and rode up to the fifth floor. When the lift doors opened, they strolled out into a small lobby area on the fifth floor.

    “So, listen,” Archer began, speaking to Dani, “if you’re not doing anything this morning, how would you like having breakfast with me?”

    ‘He’s asking me out on a date?’ Dani asked herself. She didn’t realize she was staring until Archer spoke again.

    “Well, with me and Trip,” he corrected.

    Dani nodded. “Oh, sure,” she said. “Breakfast would be great. Yeah.” She hoped it didn’t sound like she was trying to convince herself to go.  Really, it was just her nerves making her sound like an idiot. “What time?”

    “About an hour?” Archer offered. “If that’s not too early. This is a vacation after all. I don’t want you to feel obligated to follow a schedule or anything.”

    “No, it’s fine,” Dani said. “I didn’t have anything planned, and I am getting kind of hungry, so it works out great.”

    Dani stopped walking.  They had already reached her door.

    “What?” Archer asked, concerned that he might have begun to annoy her.

    “This is my cabin,” Dani said.

    Archer looked at the room number displayed beside her door and then looked at the door immediately to the right, making a surprising discovery in the process.

    “This is your cabin?” Archer asked her.

    “Yes.  Is anything wrong?” Dani asked.

    “We’re neighbors.”

    “What?”

    “My cabin is right next to yours,” Archer explained.

    Dani nodded. “Really?  How convenient.  Maybe they put all of us from the ship on the same floor.”

    “I don’t think that’s the case,” Archer said.  “Trip is two floors below us.”

    “Well, then,” Dani began, “maybe it’s just us.”

    Archer wondered if the environmental system in the hotel was functioning correctly.  Suddenly, it felt as if the temperature had risen about ten degrees.

    Or maybe it was just him.  He nodded.  ”I’ll see you in a little while then,” he said. “We’ll see you in a little while.  Trip and I, I mean.”

    “Alright, Captain,” Dani said.

    Dani turned to her door, and Archer turned to his. Before he entered the security code on the keypad, he turned back to Dani one more time.

    “You don’t have to call me ‘captain’ while we’re here,” he said. “We’re on shore leave. Think of us as two friends getting to know one another.”

    “What should I call you?” Dani asked.

    “Jon.”

    “Just Jon?”

    “Just Jon,” he said.

    Dani nodded and grinned. “Jon,” she repeated to herself. It felt strange to call him that after weeks of referring to him by his formal rank. But if that’s what he wanted, she was definitely more than happy to oblige. “See you in a bit, Jon.”

    Arch grinned before opening the door and retreating into his cabin.  Before Dani could do the same, the door immediately across the hall from hers opened, and Kyle stepped out.

    “Hey,” he greeted.

    “Hey,” Dani said. “Did you finish settling in?” She entered the security code and opened the door to her cabin.

    “As much as you can for only a two-day stay,” Kyle said, following Dani inside the room. “It seems like you’re not having any problems at all settling in.”

    “Okay, I’ll bite,” Dani said. “What’s that supposed to mean?”

    “You know what it means,” Kyle said. He lowered his voice to a whisper before speaking again, just in case the walls in this place were thin. “Breakfast with the captain, all that ‘we’re on shore leave, call me Jon,’ talk?”

    “And?  Your point being?” Dani asked. Her voice remained at a normal conversational volume level.

    “All I can say is that I bet he hasn’t invited any other crew to ‘call him Jon’ just because we’re on shore leave.”

    “Kyle, it’s probably only because of our situation,” Dani said. “So what if the other crew can’t call him by his first name. You know we aren’t like other crew.  He probably wants you to do the same.”

    “Doubtful,” was Kyle’s answer.

    “Well, why don’t you come to breakfast with us?” Dani offered. “You can find out for yourself.”

    “I don’t think I’m the one the captain wants to get to know better.”

    “He wants to get to know both of us. He told me when we had dinner the other night.”

    “And that may have been true one week ago, but I get the feeling that’s not the case anymore.”

    “Oh my gods, are you serious?  Are you hearing yourself right now?”

    “It’s not such a wacky idea if you think about it,” Kyle said.

    “What isn’t?” Dani asked. “I want you to say it.”

    Kyle didn’t hesitate to offer up an answer. “He’s into you.”

    Dani didn’t want to admit it aloud, but she had a growing suspicion that Kyle was right.  She and Archer had nearly kissed on the beach not even an hour before.  Of course Kyle was right.  She only hoped that Archer didn’t act on the feelings he was developing.  And she hoped that she could do the same.

  • Chapter 2: COSI

    Outside, the building could pass for just another average apartment complex. It didn’t look any different than any of the other apartment buildings that might be found in D.C. Just inside the front doors, there was even a reception desk with a secretary on duty. However, as the old saying goes, looks can be deceiving. (more…)

  • Chapter 1: You Get What You Pay For And More

    ⁠Brynne Larence turned off the lamp in the living room of her new apartment and walked toward her bedroom. The 27-year-old had moved to Washington, D.C. nearly a week ago to take a new job with an architecture firm. She still had a sizeable number of boxes to unpack, but she’d already been unpacking non-stop for nearly two days. It was 11:00 p.m. now, and she was dead tired.

    Brynne’s orange cat, Moocher, trotted in front of her into the bedroom. Once they were both inside, Brynne closed the door. She removed the clip that had been holding her long, dark hair and picked up a brush. She began to rake the brush over her hair, but stopped mid-motion and leaned in closer to the mirror. What was that on her neck? She leaned in as closely as she could and studied her reflection. A prominent black spot that she’d never noticed before marred the side of neck. What was that? She reached up and rubbed it with her hand. To her surprise, it smeared. She looked at her finger and found some of the black mess on finger. Was that ink? How did that get there?

    Brynne pushed the questions aside. She was too tired to contemplate mysterious ink marks. She looked away from the mirror and turned to her bed. Moocher was lounging innocently on top of the bedspread.

    “Come on, Moocher,” Brynne said sternly. “Move it.” She gently shooed the cat off the bed. It hopped off and landed lightly on the carpet below. Brynne pulled the covers back and fell into bed. She slid under the covers. “Goodnight, Moocher.”

    Moocher sauntered over to the closet door, which was cracked open a bit, and meowed.

    “Come on, Moocher,” Brynne pleaded. “It’s late. I’m tired.”

    The cat meowed again, this time louder and longer than before.

    Brynne was quickly losing patience with her pet. “Mooch, give it a rest, already.”

    Moocher gave one more small meow before nudging the closet door open with his head and walking in. A few seconds later, a sea of bright, white light invaded the room.

    Brynne opened her eyes, sat up, and squinted at the light emanating from her closet. “Moocher?”

    Moocher came bounding out of the closet and hopped onto the bed, into his owner’s lap. Brynne looked at the blinding light again. Was this a dream? Had she fallen asleep so quickly without realizing it? Was this a hallucination? She placed Moocher beside her on the bed and pulled the covers away from her body. She brought her bare feet to the floor and stood. Cautiously, she approached the phenomenon in her closet but stopped at the entrance. Staring into the light, she realized that it wasn’t as sharp now that she was so close to it. It was like the light that emanates from a television screen in a dark room: not bright but … unique.

    Brynne took another step toward the light. It was actually quite beautiful. She boldly brought her hand up to the light. She took one more step and, with her curiosity building, placed her hand into the light. It disappeared.

    xxx

    Lance Roberts took another bite of his candy bar. This would be the last time he had one of those for dinner. He only had one more bite left, and his stomach was still rumbling with hunger. He popped the last piece of the bar into his mouth and dropped the wrapper into the small trashcan beside his desk. He hadn’t spent four years at MIT just so he could sit in front of a computer screen and eat candy bars for dinner every night.

    He looked at the computer monitor again, looking over the grid that filled the entire screen. Something wasn’t right. One of the squares on the grid was flashing excitedly.

    “Dr. Duvall,” Lance began, “do we have any links active at the moment?”

    Payton Duvall, the head of the Central Office of Scientific Intelligence, or COSI, walked over to the small monitoring station and looked over Lance’s shoulder at monitor as Lance pointed to the blinking red box on the blue screen. A trouble expression formed on Payton’s face.

    xxx

    Brynne quickly removed her hand from the light and examined it. Everything seemed okay. It didn’t hurt, and it looked to be the same as it was before. Gaining more confidence, Brynne stuck her hand back into the light, this time pushing it deeper so that more of her arm disappeared. She pulled it back and examined it again. This was absolutely amazing.

    xxx

    Payton’s blue eyes studied the screen. “Pull it up,” Payton directed Lance. “Which link is that?”

    Lance’s fingers flew over the keyboard. The image on the monitor changed from boxes on a blue screen to white words on a black screen. “It’s the northeast link,” he said. “Here in the District.”

    “The Rockwell apartment complex,” Payton said.

    “Right,” Lance confirmed. “Apartment 5-G.”

    “We’ve got guys in that building,” Payton said. “Get somebody to that apartment now. Find out what’s going on.”

    xxx

    Brynne closed the closet door and leaned her back against it. She looked around the room, which was once again dark. Moocher let out a small meow.

    “What the hell was that?” Brynne asked. She looked down at her cat. “I think we’re in trouble, Mooch.” She turned back to the closet door and opened it. To her surprise, the light was completely gone. She stepped inside and looked around. It was a normal closet again. Hangers, clothes, shoes. She began to take another step.

    “I wouldn’t do that if I were you, Brynne.”

    Brynne bolted from the closet and found two men in trench coats standing in her bedroom doorway. “Who are you?” she asked, panicked.

    The younger of the two men approached the closet and Brynne backed away, mortified. The man was holding some kind of device that she’d never seen before, and she was afraid that it might be some kind of weapon. But he pointed it at the open closet, not her.

    “It’s definitely active,” the younger man said.

    “Who are you?” Brynne asked, some of that boldness from earlier returning. “What are you doing in my apartment?”

    The older man took a few steps toward Brynne, but she quickly backed away from him, so he stopped where he stood. “My name is Steven Bell,” he said. This is my partner, Ian Packard. We’re both special agents.”

    Brynne looked back and forth between them. “Agents? Are you from the FBI?”

    Bell shook his head. “No,” he replied. “But we are from a government agency.”

    “Listen, I just moved into this apartment about a week ago. I just – well, my cat actually. He kind of discovered this … ” She gestures to the closet. ” … this whatever-it-is tonight,” Brynne explained. “I don’t know anything about it. I swear.”

    “No, no, Brynne. You’re not in any kind of trouble,” Bell insisted.

    Though he had used her name before, this was the first time that Brynne picked up on it. “How did you know my name?”

    “In good time,” Bell assured her. “Right now, we’d like you to come with us back to headquarters so we can explain some things. We know this is probably all a bit confusing and overwhelming to you.”

    Brynne laughed and shook her head. They had to be kidding. Go back to headquarters with them? “No,” she refused. “Huh-uh. No way. I’m not going anywhere with you. I don’t even know you. How do I know you’re even with a real agency? You could be two sick wierdos for all I know.”

    “I assure you, we are with a legitimate agency,” Bell said. He understood her apprehension. If he were in her position, he’d probably feel the same way.

    “Well, do you have a card or something?” Brynne requested. “Some kind of proof?”

    Bell reached into his coat pocket and pulled out a business card. He handed it over to Brynne, who promptly examined it.

    “COSI … ” she read from the card. “Is that your agency?”

    Bell nodded. “Yes.”

    Brynne looked at Bell again. She handed the card back to him. “Anyone can have cards made,” she said skeptically.

    “I know,” Bell said. He looked at the card and then back at Brynne. “Keep it.”

    Brynne withdrew her hand and the card. “What does it stand for?” she asked.

    “Central Office of Scientific Intelligence,” Bell answered.

    “How come I’ve never heard of it?” Brynne inquired.

    “We’re very secretive,” Bell replied.

    Brynne raised an eyebrow. “So are the FBI and CIA, but I’ve heard of them.”

    Bell shifted uncomfortably and looked at Packard before speaking. “COSI is different. We’re a scientific agency.”

    Packard left the closet and stood beside Bell. Brynne looked at them. She was still a little uneasy about this whole situation, but neither of them had said anything that wasn’t totally unbelievable. “And you want me to go with you?” she asked.

    “We’d like you to, yes,” Bell said with a nod.

    “Why?” Brynne asked.

    “We’d like to question you.” Bell said.

    “Look, I already told you – I don’t know anything about this,” Brynne said desperately. “My cat wondered in a—”

    “Your cat went into the light?” Packard asked. It was only the second time he’d spoken since he’d walked in. “When?”

    “Don’t worry, he came back out,” Brynne said dismissively.

    “He went in?” Bell asked, alarm rising in his voice.

    “Yeah,” Brynne replied. “What’s the big deal?”

    “You really need to come with us,” Bell urged with renewed fervor.

    “I’m not going anywhere,” Brynne said with finality. Before, she’d actually considered going with him. Now, they seemed a little too eager, and it didn’t sit well with Brynne. “I’ve already listened, and this is way too weird for me.”

    “We won’t force you to come with us,” Bell said.

    Brynne rolled her eyes. “Well, that’s reassuring.”

    But Bell wasn’t giving up just yet. “Know this, though – if you do come with us, you’ll find out what this thing is and what it’s for,” he said, pointing to her closet. “If you don’t come with us, you’ll never know.”

    Brynne and Bell looked at each other. It was a tempting offer, and curiosity is a powerful driving force.

    “Alright,” Brynne said. “Give me a few minutes.”

    Bell looked at Packard. Both of the men looked relieved. “Fine,” Bell said.

    Brynne looked at Bell, then Packard, then Bell again. Were they just planning to stand there and watch while she changed? “Do you mind?” she said, annoyed. “I’m not in the habit of getting dressed in front of total strangers.

    Bell and Packard politely left the bedroom, closing the door behind them. Bell’s eyes wandered over to a small mountain of boxes in Brynne’s living room, and his body followed. He looked down at the top box, which was open. A large book was sitting on top. He reached in and picked it up. It was a thick, coffee table book with the Titanic on the cover.

    “How did you know my name?”

    Bell placed the book back in the box and turned to the bedroom. Brynne was standing in the doorway, fully dressed, her arms crossed over her chest in a no-nonsense manner.

    Bell began to speak, but Brynne talked over him. “And how did you know where I lived?” she asked. “How did you know all this?”

    “We know a lot of things,” Bell said simply.

    “And how did you get in here?” Brynne pressed.

    “We—”

    “Did you break in?”

    “No—”

    “—Because my door was—”

    “—Look, we didn’t break in. I told you we were legitimate. We have a key.” Bell held up the apartment key for her to see.

    Brynne’s brown eyes went wide. “How did you get that? The landlord told me no one else had one.”

    “That’s because they don’t know about this one,” Bell said with a slightly mischievous smile. “Look, there’s a lot that needs to be explained, and it will be … if you come with us.”

  • The Journal, Volume 2

    I’ve posted the first chapter of “The Journal, Volume 2” over at Fanfiction.net.  While “Volume 1” dealt mainly with Brynne adjusting to her new life, “Volume 2” will offer a few glimpses of the new challenges Brynne must face as a resident of the era.  FYI in advance, this one may not be as long as “Volume 1”.  The goal of these “journals” is to get a glimpse of her life, not create complete record of her life.  Regardless, I think you’ll like them, though. (I hope you will, at least.)

  • Fumbling Toward Ecstasy: The Soundtrack Album

    Listen to the Fumbling soundtrack on Spotify.

    Silence

    Delirium and Sarah McLachlan

    Am I Here Yet? (Return to Sender) by Billie Myers

    Possession by Sarah McLachlan

    Circle by Sarah McLachlan

    Game of Love by Brownstone

    Hold On by Sarah McLachlan

    The Mummers Dance by Loreena McKennitt

    The Trouble with Love Is by Kelly Clarkson

    Letters from the Sky by Civil Twilight

    Fear by Sarah McLachlan

    Someday We’ll Know by New Radicals

    Fumbling Towards Ecstasy by Sarah McLachlan