I seriously can't
believe I'll be moving my daughter into her dorm in three weeks. It's coming up
fast! She's very excited and I think I have almost everything she needs to be
prepared for the daily masking, temperature taking, and hand sanitizing she's
going to have to do.
On a super-positive
note, I found an app that will let me not only brainstorm but will translate
the long-form handwritten brainstorming I've done into text! This is true game
changer for me. I'm so, so, so excited.
Had a semi-slow
week for watching shows. I made some serious progress on getting my office
cleared and organized. I'm almost ready to add a bookcase or two. I've been a
little light on work projects so this is a terrific time to get the tedious
sort, sort, sorting accomplished.
I did get to watch
another episode of Peak Practice. I'm
about midway through the second season and I have a sneaking suspicion someone
will be leaving at the end of this one.
Also rewatched the
second episode of Ms. Fisher's Modern Murder
Mysteries. I truly love this spinoff.
Caught "The
Sontaren Experiment" episodes of Classic
Who. It's a lot of fun to visit Sarah Jane way back when. I miss Elisabeth
a lot.
Watched episode
four of Picard. I'm trying to figure
out what the captain's deal is. All of his holographs are versions of himself?
I kind of love it but also really wonder about it.
Got a few more
episodes of Danger Man in, both ones
I didn't remember. I thoroughly enjoyed each.
Also watched
another compilation of Cirque du Soleil
shows. I honestly can't fathom how the performers do what they do. I'm always,
always amazed at their ability. And the costumers and makeup artists along with
the musicians pull everything together. It's mind-blowing.
That's it for
television this week. Tonight's post is from Follow Me, an epic space saga with two sequels and a bonus
short-form prequel.
Here's the
mini-blurb:
A 'will they' or
'won't they' wager spurs Molly and Sloan to see how long they 'can' without
getting caught.
And a sneaky peek…
Sloan sat down,
crossing an ankle over his knee to put the lost sock on his foot. "I don't
know about the clothes, Moll, but I do know we're down to three minutes to get
out of here." He scanned the room looking for his shoes and fought the urge
to just walk out without them. "I also know I do not want to be here when
the commander returns." Molly picked her pants up and thank you divine
entity, Sloan found his shoes. Damn good thing because he didn't look forward
to coming back at 0500 without them.
He didn't look
forward to coming back at 0500, period.
Sloan looked up to
find Molly gazing at him, one leg in the pants, the other poised to enter.
"Commander, huh." She shook her head, slid her leg in and pulled the
material up over her hips. "Sloan … he's your father."
Like he needed the
DNA update. "Exactly. My father … who just walked in on his son having
mind-blowing sex with someone he considers a surrogate daughter." Shit. Did he really say mind-blowing sex
out loud? Sloan grimaced and risked a glance at Molly. He could tell she wanted
to laugh. She bit her lip to hold it back.
Heaving a sigh, he
finished tying his shoes. "And you wonder why I have to think of him as
the commander right now?" He rose and pulled on his shirt. Maybe she'd let
the whole mind-blowing sex thing slide.
Molly sobered then
nodded. "Right." She tilted her head, a questioning look on her face.
"What was that about the sex?" She sat, sliding on her socks but
cocked an eyebrow.
"Molly … we have
like two minutes to get out of here…" Sloan smiled ruefully, knowing she'd
grill him about it later. "Let's continue this train of thought after we
find someplace quiet while we wait to report back." Dammit … he should
have known she'd zero in on the sex thing.
He chalked his
blunder up to trying to shake the creepy feeling of getting caught in
post-coital bliss by his dad. Sloan didn't think he'd been as embarrassed since
his father had walked in on him that time … he stopped the thought. No use
going there right now. He'd left his teenage years in the past … where they
firmly belonged. With a quick shudder, he walked to the hatch.
Molly laughed softly,
knowing exactly where his thoughts were and clearly enjoying his discomfort.
"Is this where I should point out that finding somewhere quiet is what got
us into this in the first place? And about the only thing that would save our
ass right now is if the enemy showed up in full force." She grabbed her
shoes and jammed her feet inside. "We'd never be that lucky."
She had a point.
About everything. "Okay … quiet place in public." She stooped down to
tie her shoes, her russet hair falling forward to frame her face and it hit
Sloan. She's beautiful. He held the
thought for a moment before brushing it away. They were friends. Period.
Okay … not period.
They were friends who'd just been busted for a drunken romp in the dark.
"Make that a quiet place … in public … with the lights on."
She turned her head
sideways, giving him an over dramatic eye roll.
He chuckled.
"You know, just to play it safe."
Her mouth opened then
closed and her eyes narrowed. "Right." Whatever she'd planned to say
lost for the moment. Nodding, she sat up and went pale, wobbling a bit.
"Whoa ... the room just went black for a minute." She drew in a deep
breath, let it out. "Still a little shaky I guess." When she could
focus again, she glanced up at him. "Remind me to hurt the chief, badly,
the next time I see him. That brew of his should be outlawed."
Sloan wouldn't argue.
"Or maybe come with a warning label?" He knew what she probably thought
… why else would they have thrown caution to the wind the way they had?
He might be new to
the MacGregor, but he wouldn't forget
Keegan Douglas's face any time soon. "I think you're gonna have to get in
line. Behind me." He smiled ruefully, while waiting for Molly to gingerly
make her way to the hatch.
Exiting through the
hatch, Sloan pondered the swill they'd been drinking. "You know, I
seriously think we could make a case for ourselves based solely on that
rotgut." They made a quick turn and continued down the corridor.
"What the hell does he put in that stuff anyway?" His mouth already
tasted like cotton, which meant the hangover should kick in soon.
Molly made a face
while she considered the answer. "I kinda don't want to know what he uses
for ingredients. Besides, it's apparently a trade secret." She let out a
groan. "I know I'll never be drinking that crap again." Putting a
hand to her head, she closed her eyes a moment. "My head is throbbing and
a corner to crawl into would be damn nice right about now. I could plot ways to
do in the chief without getting caught." A grimace crossed her face when
she took the next corner too quickly.
Sloan reached out to
steady her, laughing. "You're swearing off the chief's brew?" He
could resist a little more teasing. "No way. The mighty Phoenix, who on
her worst day still drinks most people under the table? My world may never be
the same again, Molls." She slugged him, hard, on the bicep when they made
the next turn.
She wasn't thrilled
with his amusement. "Shut. Up. It's not funny." It must've started to
sink in, exactly how much trouble they could be in because she got serious for
a moment. "Do you have any idea what your father … wait, sorry…" She
rolled her eyes. "I mean, the commander
is going to say to us when we meet with him?"
Molly loved his old
man like her own father. She'd try to deny it, but if their romp affected her
relationship with his dad it would kill her.
Arriving at the spot
of the infamous Tripola game, Sloan shrugged and entered the deserted rec room.
"He'll probably say something about how I'm the CAG and I should know
better than to fraternize with a subordinate." Glancing up at the overhead
lights, Sloan squinted against the harsh glare, but decided it was safer to
leave them on. "And even though you're insubordinate on a regular basis,
you should have known better, too." He spotted a semi-clean table, walked
over and sat down.
Molly sank down in
the chair beside his and nodded her head. "Right … that's probably what
he'll start with."
I'm still in the
process of rewriting this one. I started out in present tense and the story
really needs to be in past tense. And, of course, I'm finding a lot of stuff to
refine along the way.
That's it for this week.
Catch everyone on the flipside.
ML Skye
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