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crack_van2011-02-18 09:23 pm
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Dear Daddy By ![[profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png)
jessofthebugs (PG 13)
Fandom: STAR TREK REBOOT
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy, Joanna/Savas
Length: 100K ?
Author on LJ:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
jessofthebugs
Author Website: http://community.livejournal.com/awfully_clever
Why this must be read: Oh my, there are not enough adjectives out there to describe my love for this fic. It is an epistolary fic that starts off as letters between Bones and his daughter Joanna then grows into something truly stupendous. Fair warning once you start reading you won't want to stop. Also be sure to read the "New Feeds" included with each entry. Pure gold for any sci-fi nerd. :)
Dear Daddy,
Surprise!
Mama doesn't want me talkin' to you, but Uncle Chris is helpin' me. I just tell her I'm workin' on a top secret assignment with my penpal in California and she believes it. It ain't lyin, tho'. Uncle Chris just says it's "obfuscating the truth a bit" - he says it means to muddy the waters so's you can't see the fish. I just don't want you thinkin' that I'm lyin' to Mama 'cause I ain't. Uncle Chris says I'm helpin' him with a top secret mission to improve the morale of the fleet. Morale means "mood" - I looked it up. If he means that my letters make you happy, then I'm glad, too.
Uncle Chris has been real nice. He came to see me after you left to tell me you were alright and that's when we started our top secret mission. Mama didn't like it much, but he explained that I'd be talkin' to someone else with family up in space and that it was good for Starfleet and all, but I just talk to him and you, so I don't know if that's obfuscatin' or what. He shore didn't tell her who I was gonna talk to - said it was classified.
Daddy, I hated to see him in that old chair. I just wanted to fix him up. He told me you saved his life and fixed him up as best you could but them damn Romulans messed him up so bad there weren't nothin' could be done about it. Maybe I'll be a doctor when I'm grown up and figure out how to fix Uncle Chris's legs.
Love, Joanna
Dear Daddy
And the tag for the entire fic
Pairing: Kirk/McCoy, Joanna/Savas
Length: 100K ?
Author on LJ:
jessofthebugsAuthor Website: http://community.livejournal.com/awfully_clever
Why this must be read: Oh my, there are not enough adjectives out there to describe my love for this fic. It is an epistolary fic that starts off as letters between Bones and his daughter Joanna then grows into something truly stupendous. Fair warning once you start reading you won't want to stop. Also be sure to read the "New Feeds" included with each entry. Pure gold for any sci-fi nerd. :)
Dear Daddy,
Surprise!
Mama doesn't want me talkin' to you, but Uncle Chris is helpin' me. I just tell her I'm workin' on a top secret assignment with my penpal in California and she believes it. It ain't lyin, tho'. Uncle Chris just says it's "obfuscating the truth a bit" - he says it means to muddy the waters so's you can't see the fish. I just don't want you thinkin' that I'm lyin' to Mama 'cause I ain't. Uncle Chris says I'm helpin' him with a top secret mission to improve the morale of the fleet. Morale means "mood" - I looked it up. If he means that my letters make you happy, then I'm glad, too.
Uncle Chris has been real nice. He came to see me after you left to tell me you were alright and that's when we started our top secret mission. Mama didn't like it much, but he explained that I'd be talkin' to someone else with family up in space and that it was good for Starfleet and all, but I just talk to him and you, so I don't know if that's obfuscatin' or what. He shore didn't tell her who I was gonna talk to - said it was classified.
Daddy, I hated to see him in that old chair. I just wanted to fix him up. He told me you saved his life and fixed him up as best you could but them damn Romulans messed him up so bad there weren't nothin' could be done about it. Maybe I'll be a doctor when I'm grown up and figure out how to fix Uncle Chris's legs.
Love, Joanna
Dear Daddy
And the tag for the entire fic