DISCLAIMER: The Star Trek characters are the property of Paramount Studios, Inc. The story is the creation and property of Good Twin/Evil Twin and is copyright (c) 2003 by Good Twin/Evil. Rated PG13.



DEAR JOURNAL: PERSONAL LOG, PART 3

THE INCIDENT

Evil Twin



Dear Journal:

What am I going to do? What am I going to do? I thought that this would never happen again. It has been such a long time since this happened. I thought these happenings were a thing of the past. I thought that the situation had resolved itself. Now I know that it hasn't. What am I going to do? I can't tell anyone about this episode. I will have to keep this to myself. I will just have to remember never to let my guard down for a second. I can beat this thing . I know that I can. Oh, dear God. Please, please help me.

Journal, let me tell you what happened today.

I was so shocked. I couldn't believe it myself. It started out so innocently. Spock and I were working with some flowers to get the extract from them to treat the deadly disease of Kataythorax. The flowers hold the key to the treatment. It also allowed me to work alongside the man that I love so desperately.

Everything was fine until I needed to get something from the uppermost shelf in the lab. Here is where things get a bit fuzzy. Since the item that I needed was out of my reach, I went to get the hoverladder. I could swear that it was the one that needed repairing, but I know that I requisitioned to have maintenance look at it days ago. I know now that it wasn't repaired. Someone deleted the work order. That is what is so strange.

Anyway, I got up on the hoverladder and it started to shimmy and I let a scream. I started to fall. Thank God, that Spock was there. He was so quick. He used that magnificent strength that he possesses to break my fall.

Journal, I was so mortified when I fell across his body face down. For what seemed like an eternity, I just laid there. I could not believe that I was actually in the arms of my true love. Those big, strong, muscular arms are a gift from God. The kind of arms that make you want to run your hands down them. The kind of arms that you want to lay in all night long. Hey, wait a minute. Where did that thought come from.

Back to the incident. As I lay on him, I could smell his aftershave. It was light and had a woodsy tone to it. I could inhale that scent all day long. I could see the beginning of an afternoon shadow on his face, that handsome face. The face that I dream about every night. The face that is with me when I lay down every night. The face that I see in my daydreams. The face that I could touch for a lifetime. The face that makes me want to do wicked things. Really wicked things that happened at night. Hmmm. Hey, wait a minute. Where did that thought come from? I must concentrate on what I writing.

Anyway, as I lay there, I just could feel the blush starting at my face and working its way down my body. I could feel goosebumps starting to form. He asked me if I was unharmed. I told him that I just had the wind knocked out of me, that I was fine.

Then IT HAPPENED. I would have never expected this in a million years. Well. Okay. I did kind of dream about this once. Well, maybe twice. Alright, I'll be honest about this. I did dream about this 5 times since I met him, but that is all I promise.

As I sat up from where I lay across him. I realized that I was actually SITTING in his lap. I was trying to get off his lap when I FELT IT. I actually felt it. I didn't mean to. I really didn't mean for this to happen. His reaction is what surprised me.

His uhm, his uhm. Okay. His sword of love was actually sharp under my sheathe of joy. I could feel it under my uniform bottom. I never in my wildest dreams thought that he would be affected by me physically. Me. Me. Christine Chapel. This is one of the happiest day of my life. I do get a rise out of him. That Vulcan Nothing Ever Phases Me Attitude is bogus. A LIE. A complete LIE. This incident lets me know that there is hope for me. I can't give up on him now.

Journal, I just have to use my head. Now that I know I can get to him. I must confess that I was surprised by something that was totally out of character for me. I actually rubbed my bottom against his sword, as I was rising to a standing position.

Then after I dusted my uniform off, I looked up into his eyes. I could swear that I saw a gleam in his eyes for a millisecond. Then he put up his mental shields and told me to go let Dr. McCoy do a quick check to make sure that as I was unharmed.

Journal, I must confess that was the best 7 seconds of heaven that I have ever experienced. Just thinking about this makes me sweat. I still can't believe I actually got to touch my true love. Boy, did I want to do more than just briefly rub against him. I wanted to let my fingers do the walking and exploring, feeling and revealing. That hard, large, magnificent, beautiful...

Oh My God, Oh My God, Oh My God. She is taking over again. Somebody please help me. She promised that she would leave me be. She promised that she would never come out again. Why? Why? Why? Why Now? My heads hurts so bad. I think that I better finish this tomorrow.

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Good!! I thought that she would never leave. I am so tired of sitting in the background. If she wants to waste her time, that is fine by me. I've got things to do and people to do it to (smile). Particularly with that scrumptious Vulcan named Spock. Spock the Rock with a big... that is what I call him.

If let Christine run things, we will never accomplish our goals. She is so stupid, slow and BORING. I knew that I had to take things into my own hands(snicker, snicker). She would never have gotten the chance. I just had to take action. If I didn't delete that work order for the repair of that hoverladder, she never would have such a incident with Spock the Rock. She is so naive but I am not. That fall was just what I needed to get to that sword. That straight, long and strong sword. Man, do I want to be the one to polish that sword (snicker, snicker).

Now, let me see what I can think up next. I, Chris the EVIL TWIN, am on board. Poor Spock, he won't know that hit him. I just have to be careful and not lose control to Ms. Perfect, Christine. Christine will think that she is just having one of her famous migraines attacks. She always takes the medication that makes her just malleable for my needs.

NEAR FEAR, CHRIS IS HERE. NOW LET'S HAVE SOME FUN!!!!!!!!!



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