They didn't know what to do with her when the girl showed up on the space station without a passport or any documents at all. There was no record of her coming in on any of the ships, and that was plainly impossible. A space environment is heavily controlled, and everybody was accounted for. It wasn't like any of the people could have smuggled her on board through customs in their suitcase! They didn't believe her, at first, when she said that she was brought back and returned by the Kree. But eventually, after they brought in the chaplain psychologist and a news historian who could search through the archives and a tech that could enhance the old images to her current age--they had no choice but to believe her.


Inspiration: An article about a woman kidnapped as an 11-year-old being found. http://www.cnn.com/2009/CRIME/08/27/california.missing.girl/index.html
Potential: High.
Notes: Combine alien abductions, Stockholm syndrome, and the phenomenon of captors sometimes releasing their prisoners decades later, and you have a pretty interesting mix. There would still need to be another plot besides just the culture shock and adjustment and internally driven ramifications, though.

The girl's eyes began to bother him after the thirteenth hour. Surely, a small child should have fallen asleep by now, no matter how scary her surroundings. But she still watched him, carefully and tenty, her knees pulled up against her chest, her hair falling forward to veil her face, but her eyes remaining cautious and attentively on his face. He harrumphed in his chest and shifted sideways a little, so that he wasn't facing her directly. It wasn't exactly fun for him to be under such close scrutiny, and it was decidedly unfair, too, he thought. After all, he wasn't the reason that they were trapped there, and he certainly had nothing to do with why she'd been taken in. Heavens, he didn't even know who she was. He could only assume that she'd been swept in by accident. It wasn't her fault, poor beggar, but there was no--

Inspiration: "tenty" or "tentie" (Scot) Also I think the posts that stephdray's been making about the romance genre.
Story Potential: Er. Medium-high, but in a genre I haven't decided to commit to?
Notes: Really thought this was going to be science fiction, but it seems to be writing itself as Regency Romance. Hmm. How odd.

The buzz or the clank; one of the two woke her up, but she was never sure which it had been. Later, after it was all over, when she was trying to reconstruct it in her mind it got all mixed up in the dream she was having, a perfectly pleasant dream of home right up until the strange sounds intruded. When she woke up, at first she thought she was still dreaming. She was floating in a capsule room on the space station, far, far away from earth, and there was no good reason that three strange men dressed as the stooges should be in her room. She just stared at them. And then she heard the faint buzzing again and saw their outlines waver a little, and she saw the chain that had clanked to the floor between them, and she saw the handcuffs, and she knew that dream or no dream, now would be a good time to scream.

Inspiration: "United Nations Etc. Etc." by Meat Beat Manifesto
Story Potential: Medium
Notes: Aliens choosing "reassuring" appearance based on television transmissions.