Disclaimer: The Last Ship belongs to TNT
AN: So many fics in my head and this one poured out when I sat down to write something. Unbeated all mistakes are mine.
Rachel shook as she stared at the dead man lying on the floor and then at the gun in her hand.
She had just shot and killed a man.
He had been the enemy and it had become necessary but she was still shaken to her very core, she was a doctor who had always been driven to save lives and had just taken one.
Feeling like she was in a dreamlike trance she turned to Sorenson, who was behind his protective barrier. This creature had helped make the virus destroying humanity even deadlier and she wanted to destroy him.
What was she turning into?
Suddenly the door burst open and snapping out of her trance like state quickly turned to see the rescue team from the Nathan James.
"Ma'am it's us" Lieutenant Green said.
She turned back to Sorenson; relief, terror, rage pouring through her fighting to be dominant.
"Put the weapon down" Another voice told her and she turned to them, they had their weapons raised.
Would they actually shoot her?
Captain Chandler slowly moved toward her and when he was near gently but firmly took hold of her wrist. He could feel her shaking as he slowly took the weapon and gave it to someone else.
She looked into his eyes and she could see that they were telling her it was going to be all right, to trust him and his face told her the same thing. Rachel felt the rage in her subside and she felt anchored by him.
From the moment they'd set out on their mission Captain Tom Chandler had been her anchor, his presence helping her when she wanted to give up. His eyes also told her something else as he led her out of the room.
She would always be safe with him.