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Nothing Fishy Going On Here
Nothing Fishy Going On Here
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Nothing Fishy Going On Here

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This is a brand new story in the Fan Q award-winning Sahaj Universe series, which started in the fanzine, IDIC #1 in 1975. Revived in 2015, the saga about Spock's son, Sahaj, continues from where he was left in 1983, as a twelve-year-old, just beginning to settle in to live in his grandparents' home on Vulcan -- about as far a cry as one could get from the way he was brought up. "Nothing Fishy" was drafted in 1980 as a humorous interlude, and fleshed out and finalized in 2015.

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PublisherLeslye Lilker
Release dateAug 16, 2015
ISBN9781311951205
Nothing Fishy Going On Here
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Leslye Lilker

My mother hooked me on Star Trek when I was 16. As I was leaving for a date, she said, "Watch this. There's an alien guy I think you'd like." We sat down to watch the first airing of "Amok Time" and needless to say, I didn't go on the date.The first half of my life was spent in New York, mostly on Long Island where I was, and still am, an average person, the student who doesn't cause much trouble and so is overlooked. Then I moved to California, then to New Hampshire, and for the last twenty years I have been living in Little Rock, Arkansas, of all places, where I am a certified teacher of ELA and ESL.I have a grown-up daughter who grew up on Trek and my Sahaj series. It was she who started the ball rolling to get me to resume the saga. The series, active in my fanzine IDIC from 1978 to 1984 won a Fan Q in 1980 ish. It was through the generosity of trek fandom's LoCs that I have been honing my writing skills.I started training dogs when I was 7 and went pro in my late teens. I've taught obedience, agility, S&R, service dogs, and a little bit of protection work. I have also exhibited dogs in most of those same venues. In 2002 I began the first Reading Buddies program in Arkansas, where kids struggling with literacy could read to certified therapy dogs.My passions are: teaching, reading, writing, dogs, growing things, homeopathy, and of course, Original Trek. I like the TV series that followed too. Reboot? Uh... not so much, although I think Zachary Quinto would have made a marvelous Sahaj.

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    Nothing Fishy Going On Here - Leslye Lilker

    Nothing Fishy Going On Here

    GEMATRIA 12.9

    Leslye Lilker (Leah Charifson)

    Copyright 2015 Leslye Lilker (Leah Charifson)

    Published by Sasashar Press and Smashwords

    This amateur publication does not intend to infringe on any legally held rights to the Star Trek franchise or Star Trek characters. Copyrights are held only on the original material and on the original characters, in particular Sahaj.

    License Notes

    This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your enjoyment only, then please return to Smashwords.com or your favorite retailer and purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

    Table of Contents

    Prologue

    Chapter One

    Chapter Two

    Chapter Three

    Chapter Four

    Chapter Five

    Chapter Six

    Chapter Seven

    Chapter Eight

    Chapter Nine

    Chapter Ten

    Chapter Eleven

    Chapter Twelve

    Chapter Thirteen

    Acknowledgements

    Other Books By This Author

    Connect with Leslye Lilker

    Prologue

    (This is a summary, in the form of meditations, of the previously published stories in the Sahaj Universe. It is meant to inform, not particularly to entertain. The stories covered here are being made available again. Check the Sahaj Lives website

    GEMATRIA

    ONE THROUGH NINE

    SD 2258-2267

    (Loved I Not Honour More Stormbringer Interlude The Price of Silence)

    IN THE BEGINNING… there was the port city of Rexada on Ventura, and a mother, an ambassador from Vulcan, who told him that he was needed as political leverage and nothing more. Then she named the hybrid Junior Officer from Starfleet who had sired him . In the event of her death, this information would secure his rightful place in the First Clan, she told him, because this officer was a vor s’rytan – a prince of the Vulcan realm that had produced Surak, and thus second in line to rule the most influential clan on Vulcan. That position would be rightfully the child’s one day, but he had to keep the information secret until she told him otherwise. No one on Vulcan must know he existed. The boy wondered when he would be trained in Vulcan’s ways, so he would understand what would be expected of him. For once, she answered him, although she seemed to be talking more to herself than to him.

    You have no need of anything Vulcan, little mutant. And then she had added that training him to Vulcan ways, giving him what every Vulcan child needed, would destroy her plans for revenge on both the Ambassador who had banished her to this forsaken planet, and on the ambassador’s son, who had refused to stay with her after she had accommodated his drug-induced need.

    And then she sent the child away to fend for himself. On Ventura, with its extended society, someone would provide for him. Her duty to him had been discharged… for a while.

    And so he was alone.

    And being alone, he yearned to belong, to be cherished, and wanted. His toddler’s mind continually quested for a psionic connection to any adult, of any species, so he would know what to do and how to behave. That need sometimes made him go a little crazy and many times he had cried himself to sleep in his bleak room in the basement of his mother’s house. He had felt more alone than ever.

    But then, when the boy-prince was two , the kind man, the human ambassador to Ventura from Earth who lived next door, found him in his mother’s basement with a broken arm. The man took him first to a doctor, and then in to raise with the three sons he had already adopted. And it was better, because the man cared for him, and he clung to that tenuous bond like the fragile lifeline it was. But there were times that the discipline of a Human family and the affection they had for him just was not enough, and his need, although he couldn’t yet name that need, for an authentic parental link, a chi’am’jt, would build inside him a like a volcano and then spew forth, in tantrums, hysteria, and rash deeds.

    His human father had taken him to be examined by a doctor with a specialty in Vulcan physiology, and while he played with some toys in the outer office, the two adults had conferred in an adjoining room. He could have heard them if he wanted–he had the best hearing of all his brothers – but he didn’t care about bonds made with Vulcan parents at birth or before. To his mind, he didn’t need whatever that was. He had his human dad and that was enough. He didn’t know then, that the doctor had prescribed brief physical pain to abort a building psionic and emotional crisis, much like pain could bring a Vulcan out of a too-deep healing trance.

    The method proved somewhat effective. His brothers learned to recognize impending doom and would pinch his arm or give him a swat on the back of his head to distract him. If that didn’t work, or he had done or said something really awful, his human father would first sweep him up and into a bear hug, and assure him that he was loved, that he belonged to this family, and that he was valued. Sometimes that was enough but when it didn’t snap him out of his mania he would be subject to a brief but intense spanking – something slightly more palatable to the adult than a slap across a child’s face. The pain always worked. It was most… unpleasant…for both the giver and the receiver, but he understood, now, that if such means hadn’t been employed he would have simply gone mad or died. Or both.

    So the boy was loved, but he was still alone.

    Years passed, and he became known as the ward of the human Ambassador. He spent his time in the Terran embassy school, in r-rampa games, and in playing with his brothers and his friends. With his brothers, at home, he learned the proper manners, mores, and the variety of languages every ambassador’s son

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