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Horror of Dreams

Posted on Thu Mar 11th, 2010 @ 11:32pm by Lieutenant Helen Lyons [PNPC] & Lieutenant Commander Jack Daniels

Mission: Human Nature. Season 1; Episode 6
Location: Helen's Quarters

“You’ve just broken the first rule of bounty hunting…. if you have a choice between bringing someone in dead or alive, dead is better.”

The gun was levelled straight at Helen’s head and she stared along its barrel into the dark eyes of the man who held it. He was standing close enough that she could smell his rotting gums with each word he uttered.

“Dead is better, but not as humiliating.” She tried not to smirk as she pushed the muzzle of her Colt hard into the man’s stomach. “Being gut shot is a far longer, more agonizing death than a clean shot to the head.”

She watched as the man’s eyebrow quirked in surprise before he slowly withdrew his revolver from her head.

But as the man moved he seemed to morph and change and suddenly instead of a western outlaw, he had the reptilian features of a Gorn warrior, teeth bared and ready to attack.

Helen froze, her gun was still pointed at the things stomach but her frozen muscles could not pull the trigger, no matter how much she willed herself to.

The thing slowly raised its clawed, scaly hand, and Helen’s eyes silently followed it, knowing that her death would soon follow its descent….

***

Helen jerked upright, her cry still echoing in her ears. She was in her bedroom, not in the wilds of 1800’s Oklahoma, her battered copy of True Grit was still lying where it fell when she slipped to sleep. She tried to laugh in relief, but instead it ended in a choked sob.

Suddenly her form was lit up from the living room just before the shadow of Jack stretched across the room from where he stood to where she was still on the bed.

"What happened, are you ok?" jack asked in a whispered voice while rubbing the sleep from his eyes.

Helen felt herself jump as Jack’s shadow fell across her, but the sound of his voice stilled her momentary panic.

“I’m okay,” she replied quickly wiping the tears from her eyes. “Just a bad dream.” But as much as she wiped them away, the tears kept flowing. Helen turned her head away so Jack wouldn’t see them. “I’m fine,” she managed to squeak out between the sobs that now had a firm hold on her.

"Yeah and I'm a Bolian Ridge tick" he mumbled out as he slowly made his way over to the near side of the bed, sitting down on the edge making sure to give her enough personnal space he started to run his hand up and down her back trying to be soothing "Now really what the hell happened?"

Helen shook her head. "Nothing. Nothing happened. Just-" Her words choked off as her chest shuddered with the beginnings of another round of sobbing.

What the hell is wrong with me? I haven't shed a tear in years and now I'm letting go the waterworks in front of....

But the more she tried to stop them, the stronger the sobbing became. Helen wanted to tell Jack to just go away, but the words would not get past her choked throat. And, much to her shame, Helen did not want to be left alone in the night with only her memories for company. She had endured it years before, and she would not face that alone again.

Instead Helen just buried her face in her hands and began to cry.

Jack was at a lose as to what to do what this was a whole new area for him, one that he had little experiance with.

With no better idea to go with he genterly pulled Helen closer so he could wrap both his arms around her and started to rock gently while making low soothing noises in his throat, in his head he had a fair idea what had made her so upset.

Helen cried herself out against Jack’s chest, not caring any longer what he thought of her. He was here and that was all that counted. She huddled into his warmth; greedily taking the comfort it offered her, letting her tears soak his skin. Even when the tears were done, she did not move away from the protection Jack offered. But, slowly guilt began to grow within her as Helen realised that the Lieutenant might prefer to be elsewhere.

“Why are you here Jack? I know you don’t like me – that’s because I can be a hard unfeeling bitch-” Helen gave a weak laugh and then drew a deep breath, not really wanting to ask her next question. “Surely you have better places to be than here with me.”

All Jack could do was give a hollow laugh "God knows I've not been a saint Helen, but what happened when the Gorn came aboard, the things they did..." his throat felt like it was closing up as he tried to choke back the feelings and memories.

He was embarrassed to feel the moister gathering in the corners of his eyes, Hell he'd come this far "I don't want to be alone, but I don't think I can deal with being around the others, they just wouldn't understand".

“I’m glad you’re here Jack.” Helen felt a selfish wave of relief wash through her and she slipped her arms around his chest and hugged him.

“During the day is fine, I have work to occupy me. But at night all I have are…” Helen faltered; she just could not mention her memories or the nightmares. Acknowledging out loud that she had them just make them more ‘real’ and that was something she did not want to deal with at the moment. “If you weren’t here I know it would be worse.”

Then she had another twinge of guilt. It had never occurred to her that Jack would need her as much as she needed him. He was brash, independent and confident, everything that she aspired to be – but underneath it all, he was just like her. Needing company and reassurance, just like her.

“Will you stay here with me? Or at least stay until I get back to sleep?” Helen then smiled up at him, “Staying here will be a lot more comfortable than trying to sleep on that thing they call a couch in the living room.”

He was glad to see her mood improve, if only a little bit and was willing to play along "I don't know, that lump in the cushion was getting quiet intermate with my lower back I'd hate to break them up now."

Helen let out a snort of laughter. “You and your back will definitely appreciate the separation in the morning if you stay. But if you’re really that attached to the cushions on the couch….” As she spoke Helen slowly began to move away from him.

Quickly he moved to pull her back until they where in their former position "I think I can deal with one night apart" he told her in a tone too close to panic for his own likeing "Now lets just get some sleep before our shift starts ok?"

The two settled in to their spots and where out in moments, dead to the universe.

 

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