Fic:: Malice Aforethought [DS9]

Otherwise known as STARFLEET NEEDS LAWYERS. I have taken a looooot of poetic licence for this fic. I wish to emphasise at this point that the Federation's legal system is entirely made up to suit my purposes, so there. gamesiplay betaed, as usual; thank you!

Fic:: Malice Aforethought
by Raven
2200w, Star Trek: Deep Space Nine, gen, Kira, Sisko, ensemble. "Gentlebeings of the jury, do you have a verdict?" Kira on trial.

Warning: violence.

( ...perpetrator appears to be Major Kira... )

carnelian stars like the bars down below / serve only vodka and gin

So, I was going to make a cranky LDR post, but, on second thoughts, perhaps not. I am cranky. At some level I always am. Long-distance relationships suck monkey balls. Don't do them, they're awful and sad.

But. Once again, Shim and I have been together for an integer number of years. During that time we have, inter alia: gone on long walks in the countryside; bought a lot of books; started a small kitchen fire; danced to no music under the moon; eaten pancakes in Amsterdam; run drunkenly down the steps of Sacre Coeur; spent hours looking for a stranger's missing keys in the snow; had screaming rows about nothing in particular; drunk wine on the roof of Lincoln at three in the morning; climbed Arthur's Seat in rain so bad the dye ran from my shoes; spent seven months apart; done a lot of dishes; written letters and emails and instant messages; made faces over Skype; been together.

And here we are. Still keeping on and carrying on.


edit fuck it, I am working out my cranky by listening to the Weepies' entire discography on repeat (I pity my next door neighbour) so now you can too.

( no, you can't go back now )