Well, the big super
bowl game is on tonight and I’m watching a Star Trek Next Gen marathon instead.
LOL Don't get me wrong, we still have all the food and trimmings, like WAY more
than we need, but with several televisions in the house, the game can be
merrily playing in the kitchen and living room while I hunker down in my
writing cave and watch something totally different. If anything really exciting
happens, the family will let me know. :D
So, next week The Walking Dead returns and I'm not
sure if I'm super-excited or not. I think I am, but won't know until I see the
new episode. And Bitten is coming
soon, February 15 on Syfy. Definitely excited for more of that show.
My usual shows all
had great episodes. I completely forgot to mention The Magicians in last week's post, but I'm seriously liking that
show. And Lost Girl is in its final
run of episodes. I've seen the way it ends and I'm definitely watching the last
hurrah. I hope another show with fae-releated characters turns up sometime.
The Flash ended up surprising me, which I'm always thrilled to have happen. Arrow also threw in an interesting
reveal and I'm speculating like mad now. Legends
of Tomorrow mixed up the teams and I'm down with them doing that on a
regular basis.
Agent Carter has such a great mix of humor and tension.
I almost wish there could be a longer season, but I'm also kind of happy with
the brevity, mainly because the writing stays pretty focused and doesn't dart
off on too many tangents.
Last but not least,
The X-Files had one of those instant classic episodes that I could watch over
and over again. I can't wait to talk to my brother about it. Teen Wolf, again,
feels rather choppy, but I've been thinking about that and have come to the
conclusion it's supposed to feel that way, especially since the creepy doctors
can warp time, or whatever it is they do. So yeah, I just needed to have that
last little piece click into place. LOL
And that's it for
television this week.
Tonight's post is
from Yanking the Pipe, a novella that got its start with the prompt of
"pranks gone wrong", followed by the challenge of showing the fallout
for the characters.
Here's the
mini-blurb:
Sammie Shields and Firth Fairmountain have fun yanking the
pipe—pulling anonymous pranks—until one of their fellow soldiers gets injured.
Their commanding officer gives them a choice—transfer to a marine unit to learn
discipline or get busted down a rank. Sammie opts for demotion, but Firth
chooses the alternate and finds a new mission.
And a sneaky peek…
Commander Barnabas Fairmountain
cut an imposing figure on a regular day. But when he had a head full of rage
built up, he took on a scary visage that took Sammie Shields' back to her
childhood. She blinked to clear the bad memories from her brain.
Fairmountain slammed his hand on
the desk. "Dammit, you two. I expect better from you." He directed
his gaze to the man next to Sammie. "Especially you, Firth. When my own
kid pushes things too far, how can the rest of the crew respect me?"
Sammie winced. Ouch. At least she
only had to face memory lane when she screwed up. Firth had to live under his
father's thumb every day.
The commander crossed his arms
over his chest. "You're latest stunt landed one of my pilots in sickbay. I
can't overlook this stupid yanking the pipe bullshit anymore." He turned
away, putting his back to them.
Firth spoke up. "Permission
to speak, Sir."
Sammie's eyes widened at the
formality. Usually, when they got in trouble and Fairmountain dragged them into
his office, they still had a casual demeanor with each other. After all, she
and Firth were notorious for pulling pranks and practical jokes, yanking the
pipe in military speak.
The commander glanced over his
shoulder. "Granted. I'd love to hear what you have to say for
yourself." He faced the back wall again.
Sammie wouldn't mind hearing what
Firth had on his mind either.
Firth relaxed, but only a little.
"Obviously, you can't let us slide on this one, but you have to know we
didn't mean for anyone to get hurt." He slid a Sammie a sideways glance.
She found her tongue and seconded
Firth's statement. "Right, Sir. No one should have been around when
the—"
Farimountain whirled to face
them. "But they were! And that's not the point." He came around his
desk. "You two know better and I can't let you get slide anymore. I've got
to make an example of you." His face betrayed the difficulty he had with
the spot they'd put his dad in.
Sammie didn't blame Firth, but
her heart landed in her stomach. The way the elder Fairmountain exhaled on a
long, slow breath did not bode well for either her or Firth. When Nabas didn't
bluster and blow his stack, the outcome tended to be bad.
The commander cleared his throat.
"You have two choices. Demotion or transfer to a marine unit." He
stared straight ahead, waiting their response.
Firth closed his eyes, his shoulder
slumping. Yeah, maybe he could accept defeat, but Sammie had no plan to do so.
She growled. "Are you
kidding me?" Pacing back and forth—without permission to do so—she let her
mouth rule the day. "You cannot be serious." She didn't doubt her CO,
but she wouldn't go down without any kind of resistance.
Barnabas directed his gaze her
way. "Very serious. It's one or the other."
Sammie's path won't
be an easy one but she makes the only choice she thinks she can. And Firth's
choice throws her into a tailspin.
That's it for this
week. Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
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