When Bones Is Told To Put His Frustration And Anger Into Something Creative

When Bones is told to put his frustration and anger into something creative…

Do you Trust me? Pt.3

It was 2259, outside the small town of Lohrville, Iowa. This was where I used to live. Emphasis on the used. It was a charming place, we owned a farm. The house was creepy looking and sometimes it seemed like it would fall over but, it was home. " Why can't you be better you brat!" " Just do what you're told for once and don't ask questions!" " You're a disappointment to this family!" " If I'm such a disappointment l then I'll leave!" That was all that was heard throughout the house. It was October 2nd, my birthday. I ran upstairs to pack my bags. I was leaving for college anyways, most of my stuff was already packed. As I ran back downstairs, my "family" watched me. My little sister was crying because she didn't want to see me leave but, it was all I could do. I mean, Mo- Ranee thinks I'm the spawn of Satan himself and D- Ryan didn't care. I sighed before storming out and slamming the door to my old home for the last time. I got into my black truck and threw my bag into the passenger seat. All my other stuff was in the bed and backseat. Backing out of the driveway, I look at the house one last time before heading off to restart my life. It had been a few weeks, I was in Georgia. A town named Toccoa. It was a nice place. I was neighbors with a man named DeForest Kelly, he was rather nice and we played chess, cards, and checkers together. After I graduated I called some friends from High School. Annabelle, she answered right away, something she never does, and asked so many questions I couldn't understand what she was talking about. We met up and bought a house together outside of Toccoa, De and I still talked. That is, until he died. I lost one of my greatest friends, we were so close he was like a father to me. Goes to show how unlucky I am. Can't have anything nice. Joy found out about the house Annie and I bought, we hadn't moved in yet. Sara found out soon after. This leads us to where we are unpacking our things. Funny, I go into my past and how I got where I am but never explain who my husband was. He was a man by the name of Jake, Jake Bond. I would jokingly call him Mr. Bond as a joke. We married while I was in college, my second year to be exact. We go drunk one night and, well, that's where Natalie came from. When we found that I was pregnant he left me. I raised Natalie on my own. De helped me with her, being the grandpa she needed. She doesn't remember him much, thankfully. She would be devastated if she did. She's so brilliant and sharp. She's definitely my daughter. With the sass and sarcasm, it isn't hard to tell, that and she's a nerd like me. It was the day before I moved out that I got the letter. The letter from Starfleet.

no one fights like jim kirk

from great heights like jim kirk

no one’s style of weird combat delights like jim kirk’s

for there’s no one as defiant of gravity

he’s perfect. a pure paragon

U gotta post the rest of Do You Trust Me

I will whenever I get around to it. Which may be never, idk.🥲

Do you trust me?( A Star Trek fanfic)Pt.1

Walking up to the house, I stop and look at the work we have to do. We bought this place for cheep, it was a rundown farmhouse, the windows needed to be replaced and the paint was peeling. When I'm done here this place will be gorgeous, everything is going to be restored to it's original glory. Annie, Sara, Joy, Natalie, and myself got this place so we could help each other out. Natalie is my daughter, by tomorrow she'll be five. Her father left me when she was born, not wanting a kid. "Hey, help us out, would ya!" Joy yells. She's a short, slightly heavy, brunette girl with chocolate brown eyes. She has skin much more tan than mine. Her messy hair was up in a bun and she was holding the box with our kitchen supplies. " If you wouldn't carry the heaviest box you wouldn't need help you Dolt!"Annie yells back at her. It seems a majority of my friends are brunettes, that and they have hazel, brown, or green eyes. Never blue. Anyways, Annie has green eyes and is almost as pale as me but not quite, she has moles on her face and always has nude makeup one, except for lipstick, she doesn't usually wear lipstick. In her arms is a box of dvds, we don't have that many. One of her dark eyebrows is arched as she looks at Joy. Her pink lips are pursed, she has that 'you are so stupid' look on her face. Sighing I watch as Natalie and Sara help take bags of clothes out of the car. Sara is one of the few blonde friends I have, with her dark eyes and short height she could be mistaken for a child, she's short enough for the look. Her face ruins that though, she looks as mature as she is, with her slim jawline and defined cheekbones. She doesn't wear makeup as much, that doesn't mean she won't just put some on for no reason. "Mama, Mama! Look at the cool bug I found!" Natalie yells at me. She looks almost exactly like me, from her dark, red but brown hair that is unruly curly, to the eyes, the teal eyes. While mine are more on the blue side, her's have a bit more green. She has my freckles and my ungodly pale skin. She's probably going to be taller than me when she gets older, seeing as I've been 5'6 since 6th grade. She was looking at a beetle that was scurrying across the ground. Laughing, I walk over and help to unload the little stuff we have. I look around one last time before heading inside to help unpack.