By: Lopaka Tanu
I do not own StarTrek, Gene Roddenberry does, even in the after life.
Tucker/Reed, Phlox/Reed, Tucker/T'Pol.
Warnings: Violence, Language,
Sexual Aggression, H/C, talk of Suicide.
Archive: Warp 5, mine own,
anyone else ask.
Series/Sequel: Poe Series/Sequel to "Quote the Raven."
Summary: Reed once heard that confession was good for the soul. On the
way back to Earth, he decides to put this theory into practice, after all, he
Challenge: Based on a challenge issued by Marie Whi Mitshue on
3/27/03 on EntSTSlash.
Spoilers: Season 3+
Author's Notes: If I
make a mistake, please inform me, this is only my second Enterprise fic. Reed's
once thought that perhaps if we were all alone in the universe, things might
have been better. Now I know it. Man would only have himself to blame for all
the mistakes he has made. I suppose it might make me feel slightly better about
"No, that's not right at all. Man has only his mistakes to
draw upon for what not to do. Vulcans have their own, just like the Xindi, and
perhaps a million other species in the galaxy.
"You are wondering at
what point I will be getting on to my confession. Well prepare to be
disappointed, there won't be one. I made my decisions and I plan to stick by
Looking around the small, crudely fashioned cell, I focus down
upon my hands. Turning them over slowly, it hardly seems believable. What they
are trying to blame me for, like I am some dark demon. Sheer nonsense.
"I was following orders. I was a good Starfleet officer, just doing what
I was supposed to. Earth wanted its revenge, I was merely that which carried it
out. Now you seek to atone, take back your anger now that you are no longer the
righteous offended. Well too late." Growling at them I slam my hand against the
bars. "Too late, and damn the consequences!"
"I think that is enough for
today. Hoshi, cut the link to Starfleet Command."
I lower my head at
"Aye, sir. Channel closed."
"Thank you, ensign,
I will be in touch." His voice is proper as the channel closes. A minute more
and he is walking towards my cell.
I will not look up. He has lost all
my respect, as an officer, a captain... as a Human being.
disappoint me, Mr. Reed. I would have thought your sense of duty would have
prevented you from lying."
"Go to hell, sir."
Lieutenant." He turns for the door, pausing as it opens. "By the way, Mr. Reed.
Your application for resignation was approved by a StarFleet subcommittee. As of
this morning, you are no longer a Lieutenant."
That got my attention,
this time I did look into his eyes. "I didn't send any resignation papers!" His
smirk is evidence enough of who did. I turn away blinking, repeating my personal
mantra. "Reeds do not cry, Reeds do not cry, Reeds do not cry..." There is only
the sound of the doors closing as he leaves.
All my work, my career,
gone. Closing my eyes, I slide down the wall, tucking my knees under my chin.
There is an electric hum as a door opens to deposit my daily rations. I
won't get up to eat them. What is the point?
A few hours later a muted
beep alerts me the lights will being going out now. Another end to a painful
day. Maybe the monsters will get me this time. I wait for the hum of the power
drain as the lights go out. When it stops, I stand up and walk to the bunk and
pull back the mattress. He is still there, Teddy.
Lying there with his
only one eye, he is all I need to feel safe anymore. Grabbing him reverently, I
wrap him in my arms and curl up to sleep. Perhaps the monsters will get me this
time. Pretty soon I feel the same old ache letting me know I can't spend the
whole night in the same position.
Turning over, I hold Teddy closer,
protecting him from the hidden eye cameras. It wouldn't do to have them know
about my one last weakness. A method to exploit me for a false confession. I
hope the monsters will get me this time. After a while, my eyes close, and I
"An the monsters already have ya, Mal."
hands caress my body, one down my back as the other slides up my neck to cup my
cheek. Oh god this feels so right. I can feel his need with each thrust, the
want for contact. It makes him angry. That which leads him to drive into me
I throw back my head as he hits the spot again. It hurts, but it
feels good too. A pain in my body from the savageness, but the pleasure of being
taken. I wanted this, he needed this.
Grunting, his hand pushes me down
for better angle for his cock. Hard and burning, I feel each movement of him in
my body. His thrusts are getting faster, harder. With a snarl, he grabs my hips
and gives into the mindless beast.
I try to move again, but he pushes me
back down. This time he wraps his arms around my body. His chest to my back, I
feel his deep breaths turn to panting. The hair itches my skin. But I forget
that as he presses his face into my shoulder, biting the pressure point while he
comes. His hoarse cries are muffled into my skin as my body is filled with his
Gasping for breath, he lets go of his bite. He licks the bite and
kisses my neck. Groaning from the friction on his overly stimulated cock, he
pushes into me one last time, then it happens. My body shudders, as a pressure
builds up behind my eyes. I clench around his cock from the force of my body's
reaction. Suddenly, all the world blackens as I cry out my own orgasm.
My body shudders a few times as I silently whimper. I can't move but to
curl up on myself, drawing my knees to my chest. The surges from the orgasm
still cause nerves to fire and twitch.
He wraps his body around my own,
keeping his still hard member inside me. Quietly whispering words I can't
understand, he kisses me up and down my neck and face. The hand of the arm he is
leaning on to look over me strokes my hair as the other caresses my lower body.
I feel contented. I know I should feel strangely, but I don't. I like
this. It is right. He is dominant. Turning my head, I look into his warm blue
eyes and whisper my utter devotion to him. There is a metallic tinged voice that
growls at the air and his eyes widen. He growls back at the voice and shoves me
aside. Rolling, I hear the same metallic voice yelling at me. One word.
Before I can ask why, he is gone. I am alone. The others
are gone and I am alone. He didn't want me.
He didn't want me. May be
the monsters will.
is to another warm hand touching the tears on my cheek when I awaken. Seems like
this is now a ritual between us. I don't open my eyes, there is no need, I know
who it is. Turning over from the grasp, I let the hand trail over my body,
moving to allow access to certain points.
"A little further,
"Don't call me that." But I comply by stretching out my
body to my full length on the narrow cot. A small smile flits across my face as
he runs a tickling hand across my belly. "Stop that!" This time I do open my
eyes and look at him.
"Still sensitive, I see. Are there any other
symptoms," Phlox asks as he strokes my hair back from my face. Gentle,
continuous strokes that serve to both soothe and maintain contact. "Still have
the same night mares?"
"Yes," is all I manage to get out as I curl up
again. It always takes me a while to get over them, now is no exception. May be
one day after this is over... I'll be dead. You don't get convicted of this
without being executed.
Phlox picks me up to hold in his arms before he
sets me back down on the bunk. I hate feeling so bloody worthless, but its these
damn hormones. "There, now, Mr. Reed, you are safe. I won't let them harm you."
"How do you know..." Leaning back from his embrace, I stare at him
questioning, trying to fight back the tears. Damn hormones!
"I am a
pretty good judge of your emotions. Or I had better be by now." There is a quiet
moment as he trails a hand down my face, wiping away the tears that escaped my
control. "You are not to blame."
"I am. I knew what would happen. I just
wanted it to be over."
"That is not what you said when they first
brought you to me."
"I was confused. We all were." Okay, so that was a
weak excuse, but it is the truth. Partial, but still the truth.
says he doesn't buy it for a minute. Damn. Which is another reason why I chose
him. Be that as it may, he does not contradict me, letting me believe the
comfortable lie. Or so I think. "I quite agree, at the time it happened, you
said you were confused."
"That is not what I said."
"I told you I wasn't in control of my own actions..." And
I knew it. He could always drag out the littlest things from me. I should have
remembered never to play word games with him. Never in my life had I met someone
so good at beating my defenses. A very unReed like thing to do, getting close to
"As I stated, you are not to blame. Now, if you would just
accept it. Both as your physician and friend, my word should count for
Crawling around to allow Phlox room on the bunk, I wait for
him to sit down before curling around him. Up to nearly a year ago, I would have
avoided all contact with others minus the occasional hand of concern on the
shoulder. Then five months ago something inexplicable happened. I became a
totally different person, literally.
The effects of which I have yet to,
and probably never will, get over.
There are times that I forget that I
am supposed to be Human, that there are customs between individuals that must be
followed. A quiet dignity must be maintained when available. This is harder to
accept the more time that passes during my incarceration.
spent the better part of that time trying to find a cure, however every time he
finds one that might work, my immune system rejects it. He is a good doctor, he
won't give up on this, won't rest until he get's it right. Until then, he will
just have to accept our current relationship. After all, it is his fault.
"Lieutenant, I do wish you would at least try and make some effort in
maintaining a certain degree of control." He sighs with what I have come to
learn is his acceptance of a futile request. It really doesn't effect me, at
least not in the way he hopes.
In my effort to adjust, I have had plenty
of time to observe Phlox. One can never be too careful when picking a Dominant.
They must be someone on whom you can totally depend. Someone who is protective,
reasonable, and well intentioned. In the end, it was only logical that I chose
Logic, something I do not need anymore of. Not especially during
this particular time in my life.
So lost to my own musing, I had
forgotten I was draped over Phlox like some absurd giant Porthos. His indignant
grunt was enough to drag my attention back to his face. A patently disgruntled
look only he seems to possess.
I can only smile at him.
he rolls his eyes and gently runs a hand through my hair. He was a good choice.
Much better than the others.
I frown. They had no right to me. Archer
was dominant because he was the one, the other male. He was not truly dominant,
merely aggressive. It takes more than anger and abuse to be a dominant.
Again, Phlox's sounds bring me back to the present. Perhaps I should try
harder to control my thoughts. Some, not much, just a tiny bit.
now, Mr. Reed, let me finish the examination then you can continue to roll
around until my time is up."
I open one eye and glare at him. "If you
must, but I am not getting up."
"Of that I had no doubt."
Make it quick." With that, I lay back over him and the cot, spreading out to
cover both. I lift first one leg then the other as he runs a hand over them,
checking for changes or damage. A grunt as he reaches the space between my
pelvic bone and hip joint is my response to his probing fingers. That and a leg
lock around his hand.
"Malcolm! Let my hand go this instant." He waits
impatiently, wiggling his hands to tickle the sensitive skin along my inner
thigh. This makes me tighten my legs around his arm, pinching his hand until his
fingers no longer move. "Very well." His next move comes completely unexpected
and catches me off guard. "You leave me no other choice," he doctor tones at me
as he runs his free hand up under my shirt to tickle my side.
into his grip, I try to out maneuver his fingers, but he seems to have developed
a new appendage or three. At least that is what it seems like when I rush to
grab the offending hand only to grab air. Opening my eyes, I stare into his
amused face with promise of retribution. He seems unaffected, so I uncross my
legs and let his hand go.
His tickling doesn't stop. Not until I am
rolling off the cot and onto the floor to get away from him. "Are you through
"I'm not a lieutenant."
"That isn't what I
asked. If you are not sure, I could always go back to what I was doing."
"What was that?" Straining over the edge of the cot, he is
leaning out, hand against his ear.
"I said, no, I am through."
"Good. Now, your arm, if you will Mr. Reed." I put out my right arm
which he ran both hands down then switched to my left. He repeated his actions,
stopping at the shoulder. "It seems you are in perfect health considering your
"I should say so. Not much chance hurting myself
in a cell with absolutely nothing but a cot and layers of padding over
everything. I can't even shave myself, the damned zoo keeper of a Maco has that
His fingers lightly squeeze the muscles at my shoulder. "It
isn't all that bad. You know how dangerous it is to let a prisoner with your
level of training and skill anywhere near technology, even something as
primitive as a razor. You should consider a compliment."
"No, I should
consider it what it is, a way to demoralize me. To break my spirit. Safety
considerations have nothing to do with it."
Phlox stands, letting me go.
"As you wish it, Lieutenant. I was only trying to lift your spirits."
"And I appreciate that, Phlox, but lying to myself won't solve
anything." Crawling into a ball, I sit up against the cot. "The fact of the
matter is I really have no choice in this. They are going to get what they want
irregardless of the circumstances or events."
"Surely not everyone is
against you. There are billions of people on your world, don't count all of them
among those at StarFleet who wish for your death."
"This is Earth we are
talking about. They invented the word paranoia." Trying to be as small a target
possible doesn't seem to help the situation, nor my lower back. The only
concession I make is letting my head rest on the cot as I stare up at the
ceiling. "Face it, Phlox, when it comes to being scared, the people of Earth are
easily manipulated. In that way, they are no better then the Xindi. Perhaps it
is why things happened the way they did."
Sitting beside me, he tries to
sooth me by petting my hair once more. "I don't know, Mr. Reed. Frankly, none of
us do. The best we can do is look at the evidence and make a judgment based upon
the facts. A guess at best, no matter how educated."
"And that is where
I get hung." His fingers stop their motion, but stay in my hair. My near
shoulder length hair, another thing I should probable do something about. May be
I'll braid it. Half a dozen dozen, enough to make locks out of. Or curl the ends
under, make my hair like a curtain around my face. Something to obscure it from
"Come now, you must stop blaming yourself."
"I will if you
He doesn't reply. We both know he is even less guilty than I,
though we both committed the crimes. It wasn't our fault. How were we to know
"Time's up! Come away from the prisoner, Doctor."
right, let me say good bye."
"Make it fast."
Phlox lets go of my
hair. "There is a Denubulan transport on an intercept course coming to pick me
up before Enterprise reaches Earth. If you requested it, I am sure he would
offer you sanctuary. As my..."
"Don't decide yet. Think
about your health, your life. They are going to execute you on grounds that no
sane species would condemn a being on." Standing, he brushes a hand down the
side of my face. "At least consider my offer before rejecting it out right.
Remember, you always have a place in my home, with my family."
thank you, but I can't. There isn't any point. Besides, the risk of political
implications wouldn't be worth the trouble." He tries one last time, but the
cell opens and two Macos step in armed. I can't watch as he is led from my cell.
Just wait for the sound of doors closing and I know he is gone.
of food coming sounds but I'm not hungry. Curling up once again, I lay down on
the floor and wait for the monsters.
next conscious thought in a while is that my stomach hurts, again. Searching
around for something to eat, I find myself wishing that this was an ancient
Earth cell. At least there I was guaranteed to find something my stomach could
digest. Probably burrowing through the walls.
All I find is cold rations
and water. Stuff hardly fit for a Klingon. Perhaps next week Phlox will....
Phlox might have brought me some today! Quickly I crawl over to the bed where he
had been sitting. There is nothing on the covers so I lift them up.
In the middle of the blankets, a whole nest of them. So
beautiful. Each one more precious than gold. Mine, each of them.
Loque'eque Tree-Fruit Larvae.
They have another name, but I
can't seem to recall. I never got that far in my transformation. As the
submissive male, mentality was not one of the things my transformation was
primarily focused on. Guess it doesn't matter, what is the point, they are about
all I can eat.
I don't know how Phlox got his hands on them, but it
doesn't really matter. He is the dominant, his ways are his own.
I pick one up. Sniffing is the next step in proper etiquette. One must savor the
first grub. A sweet, woody smell because of the tree-fruit that is their sole
source of nutrients. Taking another sniff, I slide the moving grub down the tip
of my tongue. The taste alone makes me shudder in ecstasy.
suck the grub in my mouth, taking my time to enjoy the full flavor. With each
chew, I close my eyes. The larva has my whole attention. When I swallow, it is
with some regret. Each grub must be cherished as there is one less.
unintentional yet devastating side effect of my being locked up is that Phlox
can only visit once a week. Which means that my only supply of grubs comes but
once a week. They search him before he comes in and the small pouch he carries
his hypospray has only so much extra room in it. They think he gives me a weekly
shot of the antiviral agent to keep me Human when in reality he is delivering
the one thing keeping me alive.
Long ago he had dealt with it. The virus
was dead, but the changes it had wrought were permanent. Phlox's cosmetic skills
are the only reason I look Human now. If they knew his visit was unnecessary to
insure the safety of the crew, I would die from starvation. Well faster than I
already am, for I hold no delusions, I am dying. At least this way I have some
I realize that while lost in my ruminations over this, I
have eaten half of my grubs. Damn it! Bloody hell, my hunger has finally started
to over come me. It takes more effort then I have known to hide the remaining
pile of grubs behind a small panel in the wall.
Panting once done, I
turn my back to the bunk and sit down. Placing my hands in my lap while drawing
my knees closer, I rest my head on them. This is hell, truly I have gone to
hell. No other explanation is possible.
Perhaps I should just end it
No! A Reed never commits suicide, that is the same thing as
surrendering. Accepting the charges against me counts as suicide for the penalty
for my crime is death. I speak of hope, like there actually might be. No hope,
no surrender, just death.
How damn depressing. Yeah, depressing. Good
stuff, that depression. Makes you do fool hardy things. For example, considering
Phlox's proposal. As in the real thing, not just an offer.
that depression makes you, desperate. If I actually considered Phlox's proposal,
then I must be desperate. Not like he isn't genuine with his offer, just... What
is wrong with it? It's not like there is a whole lot of people who would give a
good god damn.
Yes. That is what I am going to tell him next time I see
him. Good. A week will give me the time to work up the actual courage.
For the first time since this night mare began I am actually feeling
there is a chance for a future. Now that I have made my decision, that weight is
gone. I just might actually survive this one.
Oh god, I think I can.
Blasted hormones, a Reed does not cry!
The buzzer sounds, sleepy
For once the darkness doesn't seem so bad. May be the monsters
won't be either.
"I swear, I had no idea, Mal. It jus happened."
Blinking to get
the sleep from my eyes, I focus on my breathing. Regulating it, keeping it even
so that he thinks I am still asleep. I know the moment he realizes I am awake he
will leave. In the six weeks I have been here, he has repeated this very thing
The gentle squeak is his hand on the glass trying to touch
me. Whether it is an unconscious gesture or a deliberate attempt at something
more, I don't know. He doesn't stick around long enough for me to ask. May be
one day, he will tell me.
"She was there, I was needy, I swear it wasn't
yer fault, Malcolm. You just weren't what I need, no matter how much I wanned ya
Or may be not.
He breathes heavily for a bit, too over
come with emotions for words. I'm not much better myself.
I just want to
ask him why. Why not me? What was it he needed so bad that only Princess Ice
Vulcan could give him?
"Phlox says were compatible. Can you believe it?
Me an uh Vulcan. The damnedest things." Like a bloody mind reader from hell,
that fucking ass hole! To top it off, I can hear the grin and pride behind his
words. It takes all my mental discipline not to roll over and try to reach for
him through the food slot. Make no doubt about it, if I tried, I would succeed
in getting his back stabbing, two timing, worthless, ignorant brute of a bloody
yank ass in here.
"That's part of the reason I came to see ya." He
pauses. I know he is standing there rubbing his head in frustration. "Now that
I'm here, I dunno how ta say it."
I wait. There is no way he is getting
out of this one by me waking up. More time goes by as I finally lose my temper.
'Just spit it out, you ignorant sod,' I want to yell at him. But I realize that
is what he is wanting. Turning a little, I take another breath and settle in the
blankets. Let him sweat it out. He'll either confess or not.
breathing has leveled out for about a minute, he exhales rather loudly.
"Ya know how we're bout six months out from Earth? Well see, there's
this thing with Vulcans. The reason they don't go round like Humans is cause
like any other animal, they have a matin season, cycle, or somethin. Only thing
is, they have it once ever seven years. Damn that's a long time between sex now
that I think bout." He makes a non committal grunt. "Well back to tha mat'er at
hand. Ya see, T'Pol, she's not been with one for a long time. Anyone, at all.
Sure she and this guy she's supposedly bonded to has done the horizontal tango,
but they aint ever had the commitment ceremony that makes them man and wife.
"I guess what I'm gettin at is this, she's comin inta heat soon, an she
want's me to... ya know, with her. We're too far from home for her to be with
that T'Vulcan guy, and she don' want anybody else." Trip sighs deeply again. I
can tell this is hard for him, but I'm not going to make it any easier. "I
figured I'd talk with you before'n I made any decision. Ya don't know how hard
it is, Mal. I've never felt like this before. I'm mean, there is a very real
chance a Charles Tucker the fourth could come outta this.
it would save her life. Yeah, turns out they gotta mate or they die. Sour
persimmons kinda thing if you ask me, but it don't bother her. Like my momma
says 'it's justa thing'. Guess she is right." The quiet intrudes again. This
time, neither of us is willing to breathe.
His hand streaks against the
glass again. "I've enjoyed talkin with ya, again, Mal. Helped make things a
little clearer. Guess I oughtta let you get yer sleep. I'll come back later an
tell you what I decided one way or another." The sound of the door opening makes
me clench my eyes tight. "I uh... See ya, Malcolm." The door slides shut.
Pulling the blankets over my head, I curl up around my bear. "I love
you, Charles Tucker the third."
I don't pay attention when the guards
come and go. The blanket stays in place when Archer comes in to scream at me.
All their broad cast will show is a lump under blankets, moving up and down in
time with my breathing. It doesn't matter.
All I had is now officially
over. Those silly Earth songs were right, it does feel like the end of the
Buzzer sounds, lights go out. So what, the monsters
don't go away just because it is on.
the next day I just lay there, same place, unmoving. My bladder is killing me
but I don't care. Time just passes. Some how I keep breathing, but I can't feel
my body. A disassociate disorder, wonderful, goes great with heart broke,
mutated, and genocidal.
The door opens on the outer part of the cell.
But I won't move to greet my current tormenter. Even if I had the strength, I
Controlled, purposeful strides, a tapping on the deck plates.
Heels? The inquisitor stops just at the barrier next to the food slot. They can
wait for hell to freeze over before I respond.
"T'Pol?" It isn't until after the fact that I realize I said it aloud.
"It is I, Lieutenant."
"Not a Lieutenant anymore."
some strange reason I can picture her eyebrow rising at that. "I was unaware you
had resigned your Starfleet commission."
"I didn't. Captain Archer did
me the honors."
"Did you wish this?"
"No. Yes. I don't know.
What does it matter, it happened, is done, over with?"
The irritation in
my voice doesn't phase her. "Then it is my understanding that captain Archer has
done so against your wishes. That is a criminal act, one he could lose his
command over, why would he risk such a threat?"
"He hates me. They all
"I do not understand. That is not grounds for which to do this."
"Brush up on Human history, Sub commander, you'll find that Humans are
irrational beings. They do brash things when it comes to avoid facing their own
"Of this, I am well versed. Ambassador Suval has taken great
pride in pointing out the flaws of your species during his many talks. I have
had little in regard on which to base an opinion, there fore on such occasions,
it is his talk. I politely ignore him for I find it far easier than to point out
his many vocal redundancies."
I think in another life time she and I
could have been very good friends. "That sounds about right on all but one
point." Finding the strength, I pull the covers from over my head. I shift so
that I am looking at her, but still curled up. Putting a finger up to my eye, I
quickly poke at it.
"I told you," pulling my
finger back, contact lense attached I blink at her. "I am no longer a
Lieutenant." Another blink then I open my eyes to focus on her. "Or Human for
that matter." Her shocked expression is all the proof I need to know that my
eyes are still the unnatural shade of dark blue with black etching.
face resumes the emotionless mask as she composes herself. "I see. I had thought
Phlox reversed your condition along with the others."
not. Something in your Vulcan immune system was toxic to my own. He could only
synthesize a cure for me. Which is why it took me longer to be cured, but the
damage could never be reversed."
"I am sorry."
"Don't be. I'm
not." Sitting up a little, I smile sardonically at her. "Kinda makes things a
little easier to take. Persecution just seems easier when you really are
different than everybody else."
"On that, I am afraid we are agreed."
"Nice to know that being alien doesn't really make us special." My world
spins a little so I lay back down. "Why are you here?" My voice is tired which
hopefully will take the sting from my rudeness.
"I have disabled the
recording devices, so you need not fear about what you have revealed to me. But
I must admit, I did have an ulterior motive." She pauses, most likely being an
almost emotionless being hasn't prepared her for being uncomfortablely
emotional. Her voice took on a lethal tone. "You are undoubtedly aware of my
latent affections for Commander Tucker. I have come to find out if you would
challenge me for the right to mate with him. If so, have no doubt that despite
your current incarceration, I will fight you."
"Commander Tucker has
made it blatantly obvious where his *affections* lie."
"You did not
answer my question."
"You didn't ask me one."
She took a step
forward. "Do not play games with me, Mr. Reed."
In the next moment I was
off the bed and at the glass. My hand having broken through, was lifting her off
the floor by the throat. "Do not threaten me, Sub Commander, you will not win."
To emphasize my point, I shake her once before dropping her. It takes a moment,
but I realize I have gone feral and was speaking Loque'equesk. However, her wide
eyes as she nods tell me she got the message. I also realize I have yet to
return my contact lense. My bi-colored eyes must seem strange even to her.
Good, makes the threat all that more real in her mind.
my hand back from through the glass, I turn away from her. "Take him. His fate
is no longer of any concern to me." Sighing, I force back the tears, I will not
cry this time damn it. "Mate with my blessings, and may you be graced with
strong children." And so much rubbish. Bloody Vulcans and their damned
Sometime during my ritual sacrifice, she has gotten to her
feet. I know this because her hand is touching my head, stroking my hair. "I am
grateful for your acquiescence, Mr. Reed. I consider you a friend and an equal,
else I would not have felt so... threatened by your presence."
you. If you don't mind, I'd like to be alone now."
"I understand." Her
hand withdrew. The sounds of her footsteps are softer this time, less
intimidating. She pauses at the door. "Mr. Reed, for what it may be worth, I do
not believe you are guilty."
Doesn't matter, but I won't tell her that.
"Do me a favor, Sub Commander?"
"If I am able."
Archer. Tell him," time to face the music as they say. "Tell him I am ready to
give him what he wants."
I hear her gasp. "Surely you do not mean..."
"Don't call me Shirley." Trying for a mock laugh only comes out a small
cough. "Just, please, don't ask, just do it."
"Very well, I shall do as
you ask." As the door starts to close, I swear I hear her call me Shirley. A
Vulcan with a sense of humor. Will wonders never cease?
Perhaps may be
later, right now I'm feeling kinda weak in the knees. Has my heart always hurt
like this? May be I should sit down. Yes, that sounds good. May be I'll...
"I have seen the monsters, Mal, an they were us."