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I was a faithful Trekkie for years. I watched the eps when they were first aired. I read (and wrote) slash when it was all still K/S. All I have to say for myself is, "Bless me, Father Gene, for I have sinned. I haven't completely fallen away, but I have strayed from the one true path into strange ways." Heh, heh, heh.
I'm not sure what the attraction is to WWW. It aired for four seasons, beginning in 1965, and starred Robert Conrad and Ross Martin as two secret agents of President Grant. The first season would be placed, roughly, in 1869, the first year of Grant's term and the beginning of a significant period of history in the United States. Men such as Alfred Carnegie, John D. Rockefeller, Jay Gould and J. Pierpont Morgan were beginning their careers--two of them in industries which had never existed before. The transcontinental railroad was completed in that year, making it possible for the first time to ride a train from Washington DC to San Francisco, California. Women's rights were being debated openly. The potential for historically accurate and socially significant scripts was immense. Unfortunately, the plots rehashed all the usual Western cliches: helpless women, stereotypical Mexicans and Chinese, corrupt sheriffs, and ex-civil-war malcontents assembling private armies. The characterization is so one-dimensional, much of the time, as to border on caricature. The dialogue is often inane, though no worse than most other television programs, and the science has been described by another fan as "fractured fiziks." On the other hand . . . there are a lot of intense soulful looks between the leading men, with a dynamic I find immensely attractive, for whatever perverse reason. Younger pretty face with raging hormone syndrome (leader of men, pursuer of women); not terrifically bright but terribly sincere. Older brooding sophisticate whose main weakness seems to be falling for younger pretty faces. How can a writer go wrong with those for raw materials? Not to mention that they are both in the hunka-hunka category to begin with. In any case, I was baited, hooked and reeled in, and the result has been a distinct drop off in the amount of other work getting done. And the following stories. The Night of New Beginnings, or How They Got the Train. Story has been withdrawn temporarily for some much needed editing. Should be reposted soon. Patty dragged me kicking and screaming into the fire--I mean, a new fandom--and there came out this story. To anyone who is inclined to protest, "But--but--that's not how they got the train," I say, don't fret. All will be explained. The Night of the Dance -- Zine story, published in Gentlemen Never Tell 7, but in the same story arc as the previous story. Artie gets his wish, or one of them, at least. The Night of the Dare -- Originally written for Patty's New Orleans challenge, but not finished in time. And then when it was time to send Marian a story for the last issue of Gentlemen Never Tell, I completely forgot that I had this one finished. So here it is finally--Jim with foot in mouth. The Shelter of Your Arms -- What fears or phobias might Artie be hiding? And what might Jim do if he discovered one of them? The Night of the Gambler's Luck. Written for and also published in Kira's Holiday Slash Calendar. Awake Up, My Soul. Written for the Valentine's Day challenge, 2007. Artie gets a special present, and so does Jim. Not Always What They Seem. Zine story, originally published in Gentlemen Never Tell 9. In any shape or form, Jim would always be himself---or would he? The Night of the Dream Lover -- Zine story, published in Gentlemen Never Tell 8. A Wild Wild West/Star Trek crossover. Give Until It Hurts Written for and also published in Kira's 2004 Slash Advent Calendar The Night of the Long Sleep -- Zine story, published in Nights of Wonder #3. Visit to a Strange Country -- Zine story, published in Sin and Salvation #1. Artie wakes up in a really strange place. O Boy of the West! -- written for the first Sin and Salvation Christmas Challenge. Jim gets the best Christmas present of his whole life. Brown Eyes -- Jim finds something, and loses it, and finds something else. My Dear Isabelle -- We eavesdrop on Colonel Richmond, for a change. |