Fear
Rating: K
Summary: What the clown might have sensed at the end of "The Thaw". It's a little strange. Reviews welcome.
Yes, I own the whole show, I'm making millions and Paramount is the one confined to payless toil. (No, not really)
The room was darkening, shadows filling every nook and cranny. Cold silence fell upon the rooms once filled with music and people, colors and noises that had grown more lavish and turbulent through the years to draw attention from his fear. That's all he was-fear, waiting to be recognized. Waiting to be conquered.
A mind, sharp and clear as a knife, brushed his. He desperately grasped at the jumbled thoughts and emotions, craving the experience, the noise...anything but the darkness closing in so fast, the piercing blue eyes staring at him with such triumph. He could sense her fear, lingering on the edges of her conciseness, thrust away by years of training. He almost gasped as loneliness invaded his barren mind. It was new. Nobody had ever been lonely, only angry, fearful. He sensed desire, longing, centered around a glimpse of somebody-tall, dark, an intricate tattoo. He could feel something so cold digging into his skin, numbing and all consuming.
"I'm..afraid." He wasn't aware of saying the words, not even sure if he was saying them or the thoughts that were invading his flickering mind were taking over, such was the force of them.
"I know." Her voice was a husky whisper. Blue eyes glittered for a moment in the blackness before it all went black.
In Cargo Bay One, Kathryn Janeway closed her eyes as the link was terminated. The small console in the middle of the room gave a sharp whine, then went dark.
Fin
Author's Note: I'm hoping to do a full retelling of The Clown soon, but this is a stand alone story.