The Loch III: The Search for Spock

[seriousfic]

Claire MacDonald[...]was the kind of girl shy guys like me daydreamed about in high school[...]but never had the nerve nor the credentials to ask out[...]To me, Brandy was a swan, and I was a duck[...]But in her own mind, Brandy was tarnished goods. When she was sixteen, her high school heartthrob had gotten her pregnant[...]Old man MacDonald[...]promptly threw her out of his house[...]she'd lost the child at the start of the second trimester[...]on a bike ride through the Hollywood Hills, she was struck by a car[...]The extent of Brandy's injuries were severe[...]Townson stayed with his wife through most of her recovery, waiting until she was well enough to leave the hospital before presenting her with divorce papers. Fourteen months after leaving Scotland, Brandy returned to the Highlands, divorced, lonely, and depressed. As Darwin once said, there are exceptions throughout the natural selection process. Brandy was a swan with an injured wing, and that's how ducks like me land swans.



Our heroes, ladies and gentlemen.