Every Morning
By: Katy Jane
Rating: G
Spoilers: Twilight (You've been warned)
Disclaimer: Star Trek, Enterprise, Archer, T'Pol, and everyone and
everything else in this story belong to Paramount, but I'm not making any
money so :P.
When I woke he knew immediately that something wasn't right. With out opening my eyes I could tell that natural light flooded the room not the normal subdued, artificial lighting of the Enterprise. I opened my eyes, my surrounding were indeed unfamiliar. They almost resembled the steel bulkheads of a star ship, but they were defiantly on the surface of... somewhere. I looked out the window, it wasn't anywhere I could remember being before, and it certainly wasn't earth. It even smelled unfamiliar... it smelled like, like... breakfast. I made my way out of the bed room, in the next room I saw a woman, she looked familiar, she almost looked like...
"Sit down, Jonathan, breakfast is almost ready."
I recognized her voice immediately, "T'Pol?" She looked at me with large brown eyes, she looked different, older, but good. Long hair pulled back in a simple ponytail had replaced her harsh Vulcan bowl cut, and a loose fitting red tunic had replaced her usual tight fitting cat suit.
"I know that this must seem strange to you. Sit down, and I will explain."
Just then I caught my reflection in the steal walls. I looked old, I was an old man. I looked at her confused, what was going on here.
"Sit." She said again, firmly.
I did.
And she explained.
Everything.
I couldn't breath.
I couldn't think.
I couldn't speak.
It was gone, everything I had lived for, everything we had fought for, gone. The sense of pain and loss was almost too much for me to bear. I closed my eyes to stop the tears After a moment I felt her hand touch my cheek; she lifted my chin until her eyes met mine. I saw more emotion them then ever had. Pain, concern, grief, she showed them all in her own subtle way. Her eyes left me speechless...
What must it have been like for her all these years, wakening up every morning to tell me the same story she had told me every morning before? To stay here with me despite how useless I had become, and knowing I would never remember all the things she had done for me?
"Are you all right?"
I nodded, what more could I do?
TBC
A/N: I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this yet, but this first part has been running through my head since I saw "Twilight" and I had to get it out.
When I woke he knew immediately that something wasn't right. With out opening my eyes I could tell that natural light flooded the room not the normal subdued, artificial lighting of the Enterprise. I opened my eyes, my surrounding were indeed unfamiliar. They almost resembled the steel bulkheads of a star ship, but they were defiantly on the surface of... somewhere. I looked out the window, it wasn't anywhere I could remember being before, and it certainly wasn't earth. It even smelled unfamiliar... it smelled like, like... breakfast. I made my way out of the bed room, in the next room I saw a woman, she looked familiar, she almost looked like...
"Sit down, Jonathan, breakfast is almost ready."
I recognized her voice immediately, "T'Pol?" She looked at me with large brown eyes, she looked different, older, but good. Long hair pulled back in a simple ponytail had replaced her harsh Vulcan bowl cut, and a loose fitting red tunic had replaced her usual tight fitting cat suit.
"I know that this must seem strange to you. Sit down, and I will explain."
Just then I caught my reflection in the steal walls. I looked old, I was an old man. I looked at her confused, what was going on here.
"Sit." She said again, firmly.
I did.
And she explained.
Everything.
I couldn't breath.
I couldn't think.
I couldn't speak.
It was gone, everything I had lived for, everything we had fought for, gone. The sense of pain and loss was almost too much for me to bear. I closed my eyes to stop the tears After a moment I felt her hand touch my cheek; she lifted my chin until her eyes met mine. I saw more emotion them then ever had. Pain, concern, grief, she showed them all in her own subtle way. Her eyes left me speechless...
What must it have been like for her all these years, wakening up every morning to tell me the same story she had told me every morning before? To stay here with me despite how useless I had become, and knowing I would never remember all the things she had done for me?
"Are you all right?"
I nodded, what more could I do?
TBC
A/N: I'm not quite sure where I'm going with this yet, but this first part has been running through my head since I saw "Twilight" and I had to get it out.