Title: If It's Too Much To Ask, Then Send Me A Son
Author: starsandgraces
Characters: Winona Kirk, Jim Kirk, Haf Eske (big-eyed Kelvin doctor)
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 1210
Summary: Winona's done this before, but not on her own.
Notes: Written for where_no_woman's Mother's Day fest, for the prompt: Winona's first night at home alone post-Kelvin with a baby Jim who won't stop crying. Title taken from 'The Suburbs' by Arcade Fire.

( For the first time since his birth almost three months before, Winona is truly alone with Jim. )

Title: Mother, Can You Hide Them From the Waiting World?
Author: sharpestscalpel
Characters: mirror!Janice Rand/mirror!Christine Chapel (with tangential mirror!Kirk/mirror!McCoy and appearances by mirror!Gaila, mirror!MarlenaMoreau, and interaction with mirror!Uhura)
Rating: PG-13
Wordcount: 4180
Summary: Janice Rand never wanted to be like her mother; perhaps there is another way to be.
Notes: Written for where_no_woman's Mother's Day fest, for the prompt: Motherhood after growing up in an abusive household. (I am a day late posting - I apologize! Travel and then an unexpected party tripped me up. Good party though. *grin*)
WARNINGS: There is mention of a serious physical assault (not rape) and some of the recovery from that; there is repeated, thematic mention of a child/teen; there is mention of sex work in an unhealthy mirror!universe context. This is a mirror!universe but not in the way I generally write it - I'd say it's kinder and gentler but I think it's actually more dangerous in some ways, like an organized crime family.


Janice Rand wore tights. Thick opaque tights, as close to the color of her flesh as she could manage. She was, in many ways, proud of her legs - strong and well-muscled from the endless laps she jogged around the track, endless running toward something, she liked to think, as much as she was running away, trying to find her escape. She’d considered the uniform option with pants, when she’d first joined the Imperial Fleet (when she’d finally found a way to actually escape, not just her old life but gravity, Earth, the entire solar system as well - though there was no escaping the Terran Empire); she’d never been a fan of pants, with her short rise and her long waist and her peculiar height that never seemed to work with anything that was standard issue. So the skirts had been easier, more comfortable. And the tights had done the work of hiding her skin.