I can not pull it together. Chapter 16 is not working no matter how many times I work on it. Now, if you all want to read Chapters 17, 18 and the epilogue, I can probably give it to you, just not 16.
Nyota is just as happy as a clam, willing saying anything I put into her mouth – Spock, on the other hand, is being extremely difficult. He is resisting every single line I thrust upon him.
“I’m not Fitzwilliam Darcy,” he says.
“Nor am I Frederick Wentworth.”
“Edmond Bertram? Please, Lord, anyone but Edmond Bertram.”
“I want to be Knightley! I do the instructive thing, rather well, I think. Although, the Cadet is nothing like Emma.”
I will need to initiate some kind of mind meld with him to get him to stop fighting me and cooperate.