For those who know about the series, you remember how things ended in Season 5, and I am continuing my version of Season 6.
The original sliders consisted of Quinn Mallory, scientist and genius who first worked on his professor’s theory for inter-dimensional traveling and solved the missing piece to the theory. A strong minded professor from the university with quite a personality, shy Wade Wells who was in love with Quinn but Quinn always denied his feelings for her, and Rembrant Brown, an innocent bystander singer who was on his way to sing the national anthem when he got sucked into the worm hole.
Season 6 Episode 1 Part 1
“Home” Sweet “Home”
Rembrant keeps reminiscing how the original crew met. He used to give Quinn a hard time for ruining his life. If he had the chance to re-do everything that’s happened to everyone’s worlds, would he do it? Everyone’s fate was on his hands to destroy these bastardly Kromaggs.
Sitting by himself now at a broken down Chandler Hotel in this new dimension which is supposed to be the coordinates to Rembrant’s original world where this whole fiasco first started, Rembrant is determined to get everything back in order: his old friends, and to turn everything back the way it was. Somehow he needs to find a dimension with a time traveling device to where he can go back to that very day where Alternate Quinn solved the theory for Original Quinn. There’s got to be an extremely advanced technology dimension out there!
It can’t end like this: Kromaggs destroying most dimensions and nearly driving the human race to extinction, his friends shot and killed, butchered and died a painful death. Then there’s Maggie, Diana, and Mallory who are waiting for him to return at another dimension he must somehow go back to, but with the device sucking him into worlds at random, he has slim to no chances of going back.
As long as they are safe, Rembrant thinks to himself. And that they don’t have to run from anything for a change.
With a stroke of luck, they managed to slide into the dimension where everyone is rich and there are no more money problems for anyone and he was able to leave his friends at a peaceful place. Now it is up to him. He needs to get Quinn out of Mallory and they have to find Colin again. It can’t end like this. He’s determined.
Night Time Tease
Some nights, she imagines herself being touched in every which way. Other nights, she’ll be so busy she won’t care for some play time. She doesn’t know what to do when she can’t talk to the one that makes her go wild and aching for his touch. Other people do nothing for her so she doesn’t waste her own time talking to someone else. Only he can please her in the best way ever. No one before him has truly cared to satisfy her. They’ve only thought for themselves. He cares to please her just as she cares to please him.
Whenever she gets lost in her thoughts, she closes her eyes in bed at night and imagines him on top of her and having his way with her. Sometimes, she reaches out, but forgets that it’s only a dream, yet it seemed so real. If only it were real, she hopes it will be as great as she imagines it will be. It got her hot and bothered as if his presence was in her room, anyway. If he was physically present in her room, what it would do to her.
They are in bed. He slowly moves his hand up her naked legs and naked body until he reaches her insides with his fingers and finds the one thing that no other man has found before at the same time she holds him in her hand slowly massaging him getting him ready. She whispers in his ear, “I want your cock in me right now.” He kisses her soft lips so gently and removes his fingers from her ready to stay in her all night long until they can no longer take it anymore. Babe can go no more after a while as she ever so lightly pushes him off her and rests her head on his chest. He gives her forehead a little peck and they fall asleep in each others arms.
Every time I can’t sleep, I always stay up to write. The other day, I think I wrote probably one of the most sincerest things to someone in the history of all my writings. I can’t publish what I wrote but I wish I could. Maybe if after he reads it one day and he says I can publish it will I publish it then. I mean every word I say in that unsent letter that hasn’t been read yet nor sent and I hope one day I get to send it and that I’m not the only one who will see the genuine cares in that unsent letter. Perhaps I might not publish it even if he says I could, but as long as he reads it one day and listens to what I am trying to tell him, I know my words won’t go wasted.
I wish so much for the message to be heard by the person I want to send it to. I want to give him this letter if he ever visits me. My birthday is coming up in about two weeks. It would be awesome, so awesome if he could visit me then! Perfect: wrapped in a bow and all and the perfect timing to visit me: the best birthday present anyone could ever ask for. After all my shortcomings this past year I have had to deal with, this visit would be the cherry on top of my sundae to brighten my spirits.
I’m not sure if my roommates will be in town and/or if I will be alone. I know my one roommate won’t be back until the day after my birthday. I don’t know where my other roommate will be. I just don’t want to spend my birthday alone. As long as I talk to my favorite people, be it online and/or in person, I will have a great day.
My best friend Doretta and I chatted once about writing a person you like a letter. I told her I like writing things out because I will remember exactly what I want to say to the person and I won’t forget to mention something. She agreed. Depending on the situation, it’s not necessarily a “pussy” way out of things or way into things. I read an article once saying lately that handwritten letters are dead nowadays. They haven’t met me, then. I still write letters to the right person when I can, and hand written ones on top of that. It shows you spent time with what you wanted to say to the person, took the time to write it out, instead of typing it in an e-mail in like five seconds flat. It came from the heart.
Something happened today which didn’t surprise me. I’m not at all bothered by it. Now this other person who was trying to talk to me who I really wasn’t interested in to begin with won’t try to talk to me anymore, whew. Jake from Texas was trying to get me to show him things on cam and I honestly didn’t want to at all. I wish even on cam, when a girl says no she doesn’t want to show someone, I wish they’d stop pressuring me to. If I wanted to show them things, it wouldn’t be that hard to get it out of me. Jake would try to talk to me in that way and I wasn’t even thinking about him in the slightest. I knew he would do what he did. I could tell he wanted one thing from me. My Woman’s Intuition strikes again. Even if it’s on cam, people still play like that, it’s ridiculous. I wasn’t interested anyway I don’t know why he still wanted to try to talk to me knowing I know how Jake plays. There’s only one person who doesn’t have to play hard-to-get with me to show him sexy things and I will strip in an instant. You don’t know what you do to me.
You didn’t want to feed your months old baby because you wanted to play video games and smoke pot? You know you can do all three dumb asses! Maybe you should have used protection or close your legs if you can’t grow up and face responsibilities! Damn, almost abortion would have been better then that hell death that little baby went through: died with fists clenched and eyes open, the hell these heartless monsters! I’m not going to comment on abortion, though. I have mixed feelings about it.
Poor baby who didn’t make it: http://www.foxnews.com/story/2008/02/21/parents-baby-left-alone-in-car-seat-for-8-days-face-murder-charges/
I am so happy to read this baby was saved: http://thelibertarianrepublic.com/baby-found-starved-nearly-death-lazy-parents-video/
I don’t care if you used to be a partier mother. i know once a child is in the picture, I could never abandon that child if I ever have one. People like my friends who can’t have children who would be way better parents than these scum bags and some of my friends don’t get the chance to have children, while filth reproduce. There’s a special place in hell for parents like these in those two articles.
Articles like these makes me want to lose faith in humanity more and more each day. They deserve the death penalty in the exact fashion they neglected their child: no food, no water, not being able to change for 8 days to see how they like it! They deserve to be neglected and left alone until someone cares to give them anything the way they did their babies.
Currently in 2014
Now more than ever, I know one thing is certain. I can’t say what this one thing is, but I do know, it needs to happen. I don’t know how it will happen. I don’t know when it will happen. I don’t even know if it will ever happen. Does life try to throw obstacles in my way to see who will want to overcome all these obstacles? To see who is willing to do what it takes for this to happen? I don’t understand why can’t life make love easy to be with. Why does it have to be this hard to accomplish when it should be the happiest thing a person will ever experience in life? Yet, it is the most painful at the same time.
Sometimes I feel like seriously giving up and finding someone fifteen minutes away, but whenever we talk about hanging out and having so much fun, I know I can’t be with anyone else in the way that I want it with you. If I’m with someone else, I can’t hang out with you. I know I will be so miserable because it won’t be you, but it’s only convenient because the distance won’t be an issue, nor will the gas money be an issue, either. It’s not you, however. You know the old saying, “Love is patient; love is kind.” I don’t know if you are thinking about giving up, too, since you know people fifteen minutes away from you. I don’t want you to give up. I don’t want to give up.
Like I said in Chapter 1, when my senses tell me something, my intuition is usually right and I’m not bullshitting you. I need to meet you to be for certain. Right now, it may be other things, but I don’t think it’s other things as to why I think it’s you. I just do think it’s you. Every time I think I have to talk to new people because I feel like sometimes you don’t want to talk anymore now that you know more people near you, I don’t get that same feeling with the new people I talk to that I get with you.
I want to wait with all my being. I don’t want to give up. I just don’t. . .
I’ve been thinking lately about wanting to write about something new other than what I have been writing about. I mainly take things happening from my life. If I have nothing going on, then I won’t write, which is why I took a long hiatus for a while. When more bizarre things started happening in my life again, I wrote again. I don’t want to just blog or write stories about my life [which, I know could be a soap opera, hahahaha]. Eventually I want to make travel blogs, traveling stories. I can’t travel right now, though. Other than that, maybe I was thinking a celebrity gossip column, I don’t know. I really need to practice writing purely fictional stories not based off of anything that’s happened in my life. All of my stories have been based off of things that’s happened to me. Perhaps I could create a purely fictional story pretending that I traveled, hmm…I’d just have to look up all the places I want my character to go to on the Internet I suppose. Who knows, got any ideas? I’d love for you to share them in this post.
Maybe I can create a fan fiction based off of my favorite Sci-Fi series ever: Sliders, a show from 1999. I would use all the character names as they are in the show. I would like to re-write how the show ended. I’m so pissed the way they ended the series.
You ever look at some of the previous stuff you wrote and think to yourself, “What the fuck did I just write?” I deleted some useless garbage, like talking about childish drama, etc. I know my posts can be better than that and have more meaning to them than giving people reality checks in my town, hah. I cleaned up a lot of stuff I wrote on my site and only kept the posts that were memorable to myself.
About six years ago, or whenever that was that I started coming out of my shell more and talked to men more, I didn’t think I’d ever run into the situation where I would ever be The Other Woman. I always thought that people would be honest if they are with someone or not, but come to realize most of this world doesn’t have my way of thinking to be honest, especially with a relationship status. I’ve made some of my own mistakes in the past, but I never repeated them again. It was a learning lesson for me, but here those people are constantly repeating the same mistakes and not caring.
While I was meeting people out one night, I talked to a marine from one of the bars. I knew I wasn’t going to find anything serious from anyone at a bar, much less a traveling marine. I thought I could have some fun with someone. A month into hanging out with him, I find out he’s actually married while hanging out with me with no ring on. What made him decide to confess to me after a month? His marriage was to his high school sweetheart. I’m sitting here thinking, how do people like to cheapen themselves to be the other woman and not care just because they get thrills out of being secretive? Luckily, I suffered no physical consequences, only emotional trauma.
This disgusted me that I was the other woman without my consent. I didn’t get thrills from it. I was disgusted with that person for lying to me. I was disgusted with myself. I took a billion showers trying to clean that cheating scumbag filth from me. It’s one thing if it’s a boyfriend/girlfriend, but it’s another if it’s a wife/husband. You signed a marriage contract, does that piece of paper mean nothing to you morons who think it means nothing obviously? People like him made me want to lose faith in the world. I was always a good girl and I never thought I would run into someone who would do this to me.
I can’t even have fun with someone from my town who doesn’t have secrets like this.
All experiences I must accept I went through to lead me to the right person who will never, ever hurt me like this.
Chapter 2: Ok! Fun
A while back, I had signed up for Ok! Cupid out of pure boredom and for kicks. I kept my account open. Sometimes I would get messages from people on there but I wouldn’t reply because I’m not serious about meeting anyone in person from there at all. My account was just opened from before but I wouldn’t go on there to purposely search for people.
One man said to me, “You are too beautiful to be on any dating site, why are you on here?”
Oh, I replied, “The men in my city are dumb asses, that’s why unfortunately, but it’s true. They’d rather date skanks who start drama who don’t respect themselves and I hate to say I’m not a woman like that, sorry. I’d like to hang out as stress free as possible. The men around my age in my town are fucked up that’s why. I’m shocked I still have a straight head screwed on dealing with lots of these kinds of people daily who make up vicious rumors.”
I’m shocked I found the few decent friends that I have in all this mess to be honest. I’m trying this new thing to surround myself with good people and the people who are bringing me down, can be out of the picture.
Most of the men who message me on Ok! Cupid are older like in their thirties and have children already and I really would rather not date someone who has children nor that old.
“Don’t write off every townie,” these words echo in my brain said by Eric my roommate.
I don’t like going to a dating site to meet someone. I like to go to sites where you can make friends and the main purpose isn’t finding someone to date but finding friends with similar interests.
While I was bored one night, I got on Omegle again and met another man named Jake who lives in Texas and goes to Texas A & M. I’ve heard of that college. Isn’t that where Johnny Football went, or was it Alabama? I forget. I’m not a sports buff so I wouldn’t know.
Another person far away. Decent man, likes talking to me, but again, all I could think about was Travis down south. I’m sorry, Jake, you’re cute but not for me and not someone I would go the distance for.
I feel so bad whenever these guys try to talk sexy to me they have no idea I’m not even thinking about them the way they’re thinking about me. I just want to make a new friend that’s all, nothing more. I’m glad Baseball Guy knows where my heart is and wants to be just friends.
I would always ask guys on Omegle if they talk to other guys on there. They say, yeah they do. Whenever I see a girl on there, I want to make more female friends, even if they are far away, it’s just that they’re mostly much younger than me, like 15 or 16, not that young. Then we could have Girl Talk and talk about whatever either of us want to talk about to pass the time. I talked to a girl once. I’m not a lesbian or bisexual, just looking for more friends also females, too. The chat froze on us. I have a girl pen pal who I have been talking to since the 8th grade who lives in Australia. This is a place I’d like to visit some day and I have a friend there, too. We tell each other everything we wouldn’t tell our real life friends! She talks to me about her boyfriend and friends and I talk to her about my stuff, too.
Sometimes I don’t make it obvious that I’m a girl on Omegle. I like to be in a Tom Boy chilling mood at times and I wonder if some girls on there think I’m an Asian guy, hah! Seriously, I can be the girliest of girls or look like a boy. It’s however I want to look for that day.
I corresponded with a couple of townies on Ok! Cupid, also, but none I’d want to meet. For friends possibly, but I know they want more and I don’t want more from them. I’m just looking for new friends to hang out with in my town if anything. It gets kind of repetitive hanging out with my roommates all the time. Don’t get me wrong, we’re all bros until the end, but we need to meet more people instead of sticking with ourselves.
Eric still tries to be friends with his ex who is engaged to someone else [after a month of dating] just to have a friend.
I asked him one day, “Why do you want to be friends with someone who said all those horrible things about you who treats your other friends like crap as well?”
“I try to be friends with everybody when I can,” that’s just him he says.
“You don’t want to be friends with everybody. Not everyone is good to be around. Choose the right friends to make amends with,” I say.
You know that feeling you get when you think you’ve met The One? I’ve only ever felt that once for someone in my town. I was so sure because usually my Woman’s Intuitions never fail me, I hardly ever used to listen to myself until I finally felt it. I used to give people chances only for them to blow them and waste my time. There were people I have liked who I knew nothing would ever happen with, who were all wrong for me. Then there was one person who could actually do something about liking me and was single, and 15 to 30 minutes away. I thought my luck had finally turned around. We had so much in common, yet were different enough from each other.
Turns out I was wrong. I used to think I was pushing people away for silly deal breakers such as an age gap. Once everyone is a certain age, it doesn’t matter to me. For me, it was the older I dated, the more immature/judgmental they got and I thought people were supposed to grow up at a certain age. So I said to myself, if older adults I meet are going to act immature, I’d rather find a nice young man to have some real fun with. I’m more concerned with a potential spouse respecting me, and I respecting him the same. It is proven, that age is just a number. With each failed attempt with someone, I find myself getting warmer and warmer to the right person for me. I’m starting to not care how we met anymore. If it’s from online and it becomes the best thing I’ve ever had with someone, I’ll be more than happy with that. I was talking with a couple of friends and they noticed something they said, “How come everyone in your town is getting action except for you and your friends?”
I simply reply, “The rest are all settling thinking they can’t do better with what they’ve got. I’m being patient and my time will come. I could easily call some people up right now to get action just the same, but I do not feel a spark with those people and it’s not worth it to me.” Plus, I am not looking for a one night deal type of thing. I’m looking for something meaningful.
All these failed attempts had to happen, to lead me to the right direction. I don’t regret anything now. I used to be so upset when people wasted a lot of my time. I was talking to someone for the whole entire year once, just for him to flake out on me when he got back to town. He was a townie who went to college in another city. I was very upset that he led me on for so long. That doesn’t excuse his hidden secret, which by now he should be open to people more about and not breaking girls hearts’ because he’s too insecure of himself to reveal the real him being afraid of how people would react to it. He should have told me in the beginning instead of wait for when we planned to meet up. Then we would have still been friends. I’m glad things didn’t work out with him. We obviously weren’t right for each other.
Now, I’m acting like a lovesick teenager with someone new I am talking to. What’s so different about this someone new I’m talking to? Well for one, he lives far, far, away. This is something I haven’t really experienced. I used to think it was a waste of time talking to someone far away like that since we couldn’t ever meet in person anyway, until I met someone I would go the distance for. I haven’t touched a man in years. I haven’t been kissed, nothing in years, with seemingly nothing in site to come, at least from my hometown. Okay, I admit that maybe one short tryst was granted access back in April, but even then, it’s nearly been a YEAR from that point, and two Junes ago before that. However, I remember it did not satisfy me. I need to pick up a new hobby so the one I think about nowadays does not constantly consume my mind. How many hobbies do I need to pick up? I have more than enough, honestly. Just ask anyone that knows me how many things I can MOTHER FUCKING do!
Someone knocks on the door to my place. I had just finally moved into a house after being in a small dinky apartment for years. The last thing I have left to achieve is being able to share my happiness with who I want to spend the rest of my life with. They always say everything will fall into place. Perhaps, I never found someone before because I didn’t have my priorities in order. Now with everything aligning once again, maybe I can finally relax with the person I have been longing for. We both had to have our priorities straight before we could spend our time together.
I open the door and there he is.
“You drove 8 to 9 hours to see me?” I pulled him inside and we give each other a great big hug, finally meeting each other for the first time in person after seeing each other lots of times on video chat. “People 15 minutes away won’t come to fucking see me.”
I used to be scared at how awkward our first meeting would be, but it’s not awkward at all. He was like a long lost friend I haven’t seen in a while and we’re catching up. I’ve met people from online before locally and it wasn’t awkward. The only difference now is this man came from a zillion miles away.
“I did, and you’re worth it and they’re stupid to not want to see you,” he looks into my eyes and plays with strands of my hair.
“And you were about to give up on me, what made you change your mind to try?”
“I just had this hunch. I was being stupid to think this wouldn’t work just because of a few states between us,” he says.
We are the same height and same size, maybe he’s an inch taller. I love that I don’t have to stand on my tippy toes to look into his eyes nor to kiss him. It’s like he’s perfect for me. I used to think I had to settle for someone tall because at the time, that person was the only one I could find who was decent enough. I say to myself, I can find someone around my height if I try. I don’t need to be miserable accepting someone really tall when I’m short stuff.
I’m amazed he came all this way and I’m playing with his face like he came out of the computer screen and teleported here.
“You look so much better in person,” he’s checking me out.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” I jokingly give him a hard time.
“I must correct myself. You look even more beautiful in person,” he states.
“Well, the camera and computer does add ten pounds to someone,” I laugh.
I can’t believe he’s finally here after so many months of longing for him, and so many months thinking this wasn’t worth the wait but it was. It so was.
The alarm sounds. Is it time to wake up already? I am sulking and climb out of bed ready to start the day.
My roommate Eric is sitting at the kitchen table eating cereal and looks at me as I come out of my room looking miserable as fuck.
“What the hell?” Eric looks like he wants to throw that carton of milk at me that’s next to his cereal bowl for looking so depressed all the time. “Stop doing this to yourself.”
“I know, I know. I can’t help it sometimes. I want it to work so badly with Travis but I don’t know how it will when he’s all the way over there and I’m all the way over here.”
“Maybe you should just give up and find someone else here,” Eric says.
“Well thanks a lot for the words of encouragement,” I say to him.
“Look, I know you really do like Travis and I wish it would work out with you two. I’m just trying to be realistic here.”
“Have you seen the jank men in our city?”
“Yes, and you’ll find a diamond in the rough if you try,” Eric insists.