This is Post-Beyond. Scroll to the bottom for Anna’s author’s notes. I have a ton.
Big ol’ thanks to @outside-the-government for her inspiration/support, even if it didn’t turn out like I planned. If you have not checked out her blog, go now. It’s fabulous. She is fabulous.
This is part one of three,but can certainly be read as a standalone. Full of fandom cliches, ‘cause I’ve never had an original thought once in my life.
Also, McKirk. It’s always McKirk.
Jim had convinced them all to go camping.
been transferred back to San Fran after Krall’s attack. Len’s been holed up in the
lab for most of leave, has grudgingly accepted a part time mentorship position working
with senior cadets.
“C’mon, Bones,” Jim whines. “The White River is gorgeous in the fall. Everyone’s going. Ben’s even
had bitched and moaned and grumbled, “Years stuck in space, and the first
opportunity you get, you wanna sleep on the cold ground under the damn stars.”
finds himself in Washington, anyway.
spends most of the first day on the river. He hasn’t gone fly fishing since
David’s illness, and dammit, if it doesn’t feel good. The breeze is cool on his
cheeks and the rush of the water over his boots is a comfort. Ben and Hikaru have
Demora at the shoreline. Ben’s splashing her gently, and she’s squealing.