Star Crossed

Chapter Twenty-Two

So, something completely different...I'm struggling with writer's block and I'm hoping that if I write something new, it will get my juices flowing. I saw something on one of the many group's walls and it intrigued me, The Twi-Sci-Fi/Fantasy Contest. I've always been interested in Star Trek and science fiction. Even before Twilight, it caught my attention. I even wrote some Star Trek: Deep Space Nine fic, but never posted it. Anyhow, the idea that I had couldn't really lend itself to a one-shot. I decided to make it full-length fic (or novella...whichever it turns out to be).

Now, none of this mine. I'm not Stephenie Meyer, nor do I claim to be. I just like to play with her characters because they make me forget about my life for a while. I also do not own Star Trek, which the space aspects of the story is loosely based off of. Everything else...is mine.

Up next will be the interrogation of Liannette and Caius, separately, their 'trial' and news about Marcusi. Will the news be good or bad about Marcusi? And who killed Aro?

Chapter Twenty-Two

BPOV

When I woke up, I was covered by my mate. He was curled around me with his head pressed between my breasts. The pain that had riddled him for the past week was gone from his visage. He looked so much younger. His mind was calm and his body was relaxed against me. I ran my fingers through his soft, coppery hair. He sighed, tightening his arms around my body. However, his stomach was grumbling. With my enhanced hearing, I could hear the angry snarls of his belly.

Ti'ane, you keep sleeping and I'll make you some breakfast, I thought to him and kissed his forehead, wriggling out of his hold. He grumbled, curling around the pillow. I put on a pair of loose-fitting pants and one of Edward's shirts, walking to the kitchen in the house.

"You're up early," Charanel said from his perch next to the breakfast bar. I jumped, my hand flying to my chest. "Sorry, Sissy. I didn't mean to startle you."

"No, it's okay," I chuckled. "You're up early, too."

"Headache," he said, wrinkling his nose. "I'm drinking some tea that Rose suggested. I didn't want to keep taking the medications for the headaches. This tea is homeopathic and seems to do the trick." He sipped his tea, making a face. "It does the trick, but it tastes like snir."

"It smells interesting," I replied, wrinkling my nose.

"Interesting as in disgusting," Charanel snorted. I nodded in agreement. "How's Edward?"

"Edward's sleeping, but his stomach sounds like it's about to eat itself," I said, searching through the refrigeration unit for something to make for him. "We had this meal on the holodeck of the Volvo and I wonder if I can recreate it."

"What meal?" Charanel asked.

"French toast with strawberries and whipped cream," I replied. Charanel pulled up the recipe on his tablet. We worked together to make the meal. "How is Elizabeth?"

"She's amazing. I can't imagine my life without her," Charanel said as he whipped the eggs we'd replicated, using the specifications from the Federation database. "I want to mate with her. These feelings I have, they are overwhelming. I need to protect her, hug her, kiss her ... I've been good, but the urges are becoming too much at times."

"Have you been chaperoned?" I questioned.

"When aboard the Volvo, yes. However, since we beamed to the surface, our chaperones have dwindled. Elizabeth is staying with her parents aboard the Enterprise to avoid the temptation," Charanel frowned. "I'm nearly healed. The headaches have gone away, for the most part. I struggle with finding some words, but each day is definitely getting better."