Definition of friendship

One day, Trelane goes venturing out traveling from reality to reality. Until he sees one he does not like. Christopher Wallis, a private investigatior,had just lost his grandfather and was burning his Star Trek books. Every. single. one. He hated them. Why? His grandfather was ever-so-engrossed in those books.

Trelane wanted friendship.

Wallis wanted family.
started: 11.10.2015.


8. Comfy cozy

. . . Location? Atlantis, I guess. . . 

 . . . Planetary year: I estimate 3973. . .

I awoke on a bed that was relatively cozy.

I saw the ceiling above my head had intricate unique sculpted designs that reminded me more of doughnuts made together to make the iconic symbol of the round table along with a light fixture dangling covered in what appeared to be sea-weed almost cloaking the golden metal that had bits of crystal sticking out. I leaned upwards feeling a numbness in my knees. I looked down to see a unusual metal band wrapped around my knee cap with a hole straight in the middle covered by a black dangly mass with white circles seen in the darkness.

Was it a living organism?

Yes, I watched some horror movies and the thought of something eating my skin away taking on the form of what appears to be  SEAWEED!

"Take it off and you are dead." Came a sharp female voice that drew my attention as my hands were outreached toward it.

I froze seeing the most god-appealing women in the entire world right at the doorway. She reminded me of Jasmine from 'Aladdin' because of her hair style and dressware. She had a silver necklace around her neck with a gem positioned right in the center. The item on the necklace? It was in the shape of a heart. A locket with a keyhole. Beside it on the chain was a key. She had on dark slippers. She had long fingernails complimenting her skin.

The only thing I could say at the moment was, "Nice chest."

She didn't seem to be fazed.

"My name is  Bonyie."

She leaned against the wall with her right elbow.

"Bonny?" I repeated, puzzled.

That was a unusual human name.

Definitely not alien.

"Bon-yie." Bonyie repeated.

"Bonny." I said, again.

"Bon-yeh." Bonyie said.

"Can I just call you 'Bonny'?" I asked, with a frown.

"I am Bonyie and you will not call me anything else."

"Okay.  . . Bonny," I said. "First off," Bonyie came over to my side on the bed. "I have friends above this planet trying to get me and I would surely appreciate if you could  . . ." Her long fingernails tap along my cheek. "Beam me up."

Bonyie smiled.

"I have chosen you," Bonyie said. "And we will have marvelous children."

I grabbed her hand by the wrist.

"Woah, woah, woah," I said. "Hold your horses."

"I don't have horses."

"I am a free man and I can decide what I want," I said. "And I am thankful for your hospitality but there is a place I should be at and this isn't the place!" I shoved her back letting go of the small agile wrist. "I don't belong here!"

Bonyie smiled.

For some reason I had chills coming down my skin because of that.

"No matter," Bonyie said. "We can accept you into our society."

I glared right back at her.

"Are you holding me prisoner?" I asked, pissed.

"No," Bonyie said. "You are mine and I selected you from the second man who was brought forth by the great wall."

Blandish, I thought.

"Was he in a red uniform?" I asked.

"Yes." Bonyie said.

My eyes grew wide.

"Where is he?" I asked.

"We fed him back to the great wall where it devoured him, turned his  skeleton into crystal, where it will benefit our environment," She approached me once more with her hips swaying from side to side like a snake. "Yes, my dear, you were in a living being."

I held my hand up.

"If you didn't chose me, what would have happened?" I asked.

"You would have died." Bonyie said, quite frankly.

I leaned back from Bonyie.

"Dead or not, I rather die as a damn free man," I said. "I refuse your wedding invention."

"Don't you get it?" Bonyie asked, her hands on her hips.

"That I am a free man taking his freedom over a imprisonment, yes." I said.

"I own you on this planet. I SAVED YOU and you give me this?" She threw her hands up. "I thought my new husband would be happy that I did."

Bonyie lowered her hands down to her side.


The words were just coming out without much control.

She narrowed her visible eyebrows at me.

"OH REALLY?" Bonyie asked.

Bonyie had her voice be authorial like.



I stopped myself from saying another word.

I don't publicly admit it.

It is more of a personal and private piece of knowledge.

"Well?" Bonyie said.

I refused to respond. 

"Come on, if we are going to have a relationship then we must at least try to make it work." Bonyie said.

I shook my head feeling it steam up.

"You are not attracted to women, are you?" Bonyie asked.

I nodded.

"Are you homophobic?"  Bonyie asked, curiously.

I kept my cool.

"Come here," Bonyie came closer and then I grabbed her by the neck. "If you dare accuse me of that I will snap your neck without any hesitation, is that clear?"

Bonyie's pretty face faltered.

I let go of her neck.

"YOU'RE GAY?" Bonyie cried, staggering back.

"You said it, not me." I said.

"I picked the wrong man!" Bonyie cried, then she ran out of the room. "I picked the wrong man!"

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