Star Trek gives me the *wierdest* bunnies.

So I'm currently writing--very low-key, very straightforward, very gen--a fic about Jil Orra, having gone artsy and civilian and emigrated in her teen years, seeking counseling because of various family problems and wibblings about the nature of her species, and Deanna Troi accepting her as a client and being very wierded out when she realizes who her father is.

If anybody knows what I'm talking about, I'm impressed.

*sigh* Of course, the likelihood of my sticking with it long enough to finish it...