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Through The Choices We Make

Posted on Thu Nov 5th, 2009 @ 11:01pm by Lieutenant Thomas Jenkins

Mission: Ties To Blood: Season 1, Episode 3.
Location: Captain's Quarters

The past few days had taken its toll on Beverly. Her spirit had been beaten and flattened not to mention the guilt she was feeling over the injuries she had caused in the hunt for her. This said, it was also dredging up old memories. Memories of her crew stranded on the hellish planet that had started all of this off. The sounds of her crew screaming sounded in her ears and the sight of her crew fighting for their lives passed by her eyes like half remembered dreams but still oh so vivid.

"Computer, Begin recording Captains Log. Stardate 62437.59", the computer took a second and then make a customary bleep accenting the fact the log was prepped for recording. All she needed to do was start and the recording would begin but now that she was ready, she had no idea what to say.
she searched herself for something and then it hit her.

"There is good... And there is evil. Right and wrong. Heroes and Villains. If we are blessed with wisdom then there are glimpses between the cracks of each were light streams through", she was of course speaking from the heart. Placing her experience from the past few days into metaphor as it was the only way she could think to form the words.

"We wait in silence for these times when sense can be made, when meaningless existence comes into focus and our purpose presents itself... If we have the strength to be honest then what we find there staring back at us is our own reflection baring witness to the duality of life". The emotion of being submerged and forced to watch her body commit acts that were both horrific and frightening began to take its hold on her. The tears began to fall in the silence of her quarters as she stared out at the unexplored Star System that the station was standing sentinel over.

"That each one of us is capable of the darkness and the light, of good and the evil, of either of all and destiny, ever marching in our direction can be rerouted by the choices we make by the love we hold onto, and the promises we keep".
She paused as the sun came around the ellipse of the gas giant casting a golden glow across the room and for a moment she allowed the warmth to fill her.

"This is my promise. My vow to never again allow these beings to threaten us. With my dying breath I will fight them", she clenched both of her fists as the words were spoken as the anger welled up almost more than she could bare. "But until that day comes I will stand sentinel. Holding the gates like a Knight of Templar".

She sensed a presence behind her and she pulled her robe around her even tighter.
"Did you hear?"

Still silent for a moment, the figure of Thomas Jenkins made it's way in from the doorway, wearing a similar robe. "I didn't mean to." He replied, apologetically. "I was on my way to get something to drink, but I can leave you to the log.." His voice trailed off, not sure of the appropriate thing to say. He was nervous - not something he felt often; the academy definitely didn’t prepare you for the situations he'd faced over the past few days.

“No. You’re ok”.
She lifted a PADD that she had been nursing for almost an hour and finally turned to face the younger man. “About this... I can’t accept it. I can’t let you go!”
She tossed the PADD over to him gently before moving over to him and looked up into his eyes. She brought her hand up to his cheek gently caressing the skin below her palm. “I need you here now, more than anything."

Thomas' eyes were downward, passively staring at the padd in his hand. The letter of resignation was the hardest thing he'd ever written. He liked ..most.. of the crew here, and it was the first assignment he really didn't want to leave. But the scenario with the Captain - Beverly, he corrected himself mentally…

"And I want to be here," he confirmed. "But you know Starfleet wont allow ..this," he said quietly, reaching his other hand up to hold Beverly's next to his cheek. A small smile came across his lips in place of his regular grin. Normally playful, a serious wave clouded his head for the first time in recent memory.

“Right at this moment I am Starfleet in this sector”, her eyes were still searching for his and her heart was longing for him to kiss her again. She knew it was a forbidden infatuation, but when she was with him she felt alive, free of guilt and burden, none of the pain was there that she felt over her actions. When she had been changing she was able to cling to the very human feeling she felt for him. Gratitude for his willingness to keep her until she could be captured. Keeping her in one place making the Human half feel.

Thomas leaned his head in, his forehead touching hers. He closed his eyes for just a second. He'd always followed his instincts, and they'd always got him into trouble. Now his instincts told him to run; to save the career that a month ago he would've been happy to lose. But his feet wouldn't move. "And the crew?" he asked, still quietly even though there was no one else in the room but them.

"It's not going to look good on either of us." He added, before pausing. "And Kristina wants my head on a stick already, this definitely won't help." The soft smile shifted into his usual half-grin. He knew they were travelling down a dangerous road, but all seriousness aside he knew that Beverly wasn't about to budge.

"I can handle them. Also why would they find out?". Her words were just as soft as his as she moved in so close that she could almost taste his lips. "We are both responsible for our actions. We are both staring at the reflections of our life and the answer is always the same".

Dropping the padd on the floor, Thomas wrapped the free arm around the small of her back and pulled her even closer, finally giving in and pressing his lips against hers. As they separated, he jokingly whispered "'re the boss."


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