For Anatoly
Sep. 17th, 2012 04:55 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
keepurshirtonltThe visions were getting worse.
Visions, that’s what Trip had to keep telling himself they were. The Xindi were not on Tabula Rasa. They were not on Earth, even this odd pocket of realty. Other people were experiencing the same thing, well, not seeing aliens but seeing other things. He just had to keep reminding himself that it wasn’t just him.
But it was getting harder by the day. At first it had just been the Aquatics. Then the Primates and Humanoids. But lately, he’d started getting glimpses of Reptilian and Insectoid Xindi, the two more war like races that Enterprise had not been able to negotiate with. They had been set to destroy Earth and humankind no matter what, even after it was discovered that it would make no difference in the fate of the Xindi in the schemes of the Spherebuilders.
Coffee. That’s what Trip needed. Coffee. Well, really he felt alcohol wouldn’t go amiss but it was a little too early in the day for it. Though, if these visions kept getting worse…he might rethink the whole proper time of day thing. As it was, the nightmares had already returned so sleep was a precious commodity. And so…coffee.
Trip entered the rec room and went right for the coffee pot, glad that someone had already made a pot. He didn’t think his nerves could handle waiting at the moment. And the first sip was met with a sigh of relief as his nerves were soothed for a few moments at least.
Or at least until he turned around. There, sitting at the table, was Degra. The Xindi who had built the weapon that had attacked Earth and killed his sister. The rational part of Trip’s brain (that sounded like Jon) was telling him that Degra had been killed by the Xindi for helping Enterprise after he had a change of heart about his weapon…but Trip wasn’t listening to that part of his brain. Alls he could do was stare at the creature that had caused him so much torment.
“You know, I should be surprised to see you here…but I’m not.”
Visions, that’s what Trip had to keep telling himself they were. The Xindi were not on Tabula Rasa. They were not on Earth, even this odd pocket of realty. Other people were experiencing the same thing, well, not seeing aliens but seeing other things. He just had to keep reminding himself that it wasn’t just him.
But it was getting harder by the day. At first it had just been the Aquatics. Then the Primates and Humanoids. But lately, he’d started getting glimpses of Reptilian and Insectoid Xindi, the two more war like races that Enterprise had not been able to negotiate with. They had been set to destroy Earth and humankind no matter what, even after it was discovered that it would make no difference in the fate of the Xindi in the schemes of the Spherebuilders.
Coffee. That’s what Trip needed. Coffee. Well, really he felt alcohol wouldn’t go amiss but it was a little too early in the day for it. Though, if these visions kept getting worse…he might rethink the whole proper time of day thing. As it was, the nightmares had already returned so sleep was a precious commodity. And so…coffee.
Trip entered the rec room and went right for the coffee pot, glad that someone had already made a pot. He didn’t think his nerves could handle waiting at the moment. And the first sip was met with a sigh of relief as his nerves were soothed for a few moments at least.
Or at least until he turned around. There, sitting at the table, was Degra. The Xindi who had built the weapon that had attacked Earth and killed his sister. The rational part of Trip’s brain (that sounded like Jon) was telling him that Degra had been killed by the Xindi for helping Enterprise after he had a change of heart about his weapon…but Trip wasn’t listening to that part of his brain. Alls he could do was stare at the creature that had caused him so much torment.
“You know, I should be surprised to see you here…but I’m not.”
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Date: 2012-11-13 10:38 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-11-21 04:35 am (UTC)He moved closer to Anatoly, putting a hand on his back in their subtle way of showing affection in public. "Do either of you need help back home?"
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Date: 2012-11-22 11:57 pm (UTC)(no subject)
Date: 2012-11-25 03:14 am (UTC)He wasn't sure that he could sleep but he had to try. Anything was better than sitting and reliving the horrible argument he had just had with Trip. Sleep and then perhaps some tea and somehow the world would be right again.
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Date: 2012-11-28 02:26 am (UTC)