The Floor

Posted on Mon Sep 5th, 2016 @ 11:19pm by Captain Charybdis MacGregor

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Mission: Taking Chances
Location: USS Bonne Chance, Deck Five, Captain O'Conner's Quarters
Timeline: 2265
Tags: flashback,Romulus

A week out from Romulus, with still a week and a half to go until Vulcan.... there was no food, only a limited water supply, and she was stretching it as best she could, but it hurt.... it hurt so very much. She reached for the water container for a sip with her right hand... the wrist was only badly sprained and swollen, as opposed to the three broken fingers on her left hand that made it nearly useless. She took a few sips and wondered again if perhaps just opening the airlock was not a viable option... she was so hungry she would have begun to eat the seat cushions if she still possessed the strength to reach them.

Her good left eye scanned the cabin and considered the airlock, but she would not be allowed, she knew. Survive. Adapt. That was the imperative command programmed into her. As much as she might pray for the sweet release of death right now she had water, and this would not kill her if she was careful in her rationing... and so ration she did as she lay in the same spot she had crawled to after engaging the engines a week ago. The pain was omnipresent, but they would fix her on Vulcan, and rebuild her body. The damage so efficiently inflicted by the Klingons could be repaired... she just had to deal with the pain for now.

And food... there would be food. She missed food so very much right now, and ludicrously she dreamed of an osol twist, which she had not eaten since she was a child. She could feel her muscles eating themselves as she starved, her body lying broken on the deck of the Shek-Hinah in her own waste and she swore that one day she would never know hunger again.

But today she could not sleep, and her hunger and pain were all that she knew. She was a daughter of the Empire, and this is what the Empire required of her, so she would give what was asked. Absurdly she wondered if she would ever see her mother again...



The swoosh of the door opening awoke her, and she looked up from the floor where she had curled in the fetal position and fallen asleep the night before... it was simply too hot for her to sleep without something to leech the heat from her without him there. But as she looked up, framed in the doorway by the light of the hallway beyond, there he was... her Captain.

He had come home to her, just as he'd promised.

 

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