Rating: PG

Author's Notes: Author has nothing to say at the moment. LOL!

Beta: Karri

Feedback: Constructive criticisms will be kept close to the heart, and flames will be used to power the phase cannons that I'll be aiming at you. LOL!

Spoilers: None

Archive: Feel free to do so. But who in the sane mind would want to archive this :D

Disclaimer: Paramount owns the Star Trek universe. Nothing is mine except for the unconscious muse lying in the corner of my room. I did not obtain permission to use these characters and I'm not receiving money for this story. I merely take them out for a spin and will return them in one piece… more or less. evil grin

Summary: Double Drabble. The regret of words unspoken. (Tucker-Archer friendship).

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"Get down!"

I drop to my knees and duck my head--not a moment too soon. I feel something whiz past my head. And then there is silence. The crossfire has ceased.

I lift my head and look to my right. The hostile alien lay in a motionless heap.

"Nice shooting," I call out to my crewmate as I push myself off the ground, but he does not reply. As I turn towards his direction, I find him on his knees, his hand pressing firmly against his side. I can see a dark stain spreading rapidly across his uniform. I scramble to my feet and rush to his side.

I manage to get him back to the cave and lay him down. Taking a bandage, I press it against the still bleeding wound.

"Stay with me..."

I pleaded to the injured man, but there is no response. I watch in dread as his eyes slip shut and his bloody hand falls limply to the ground. My chest constricts painfully at the thought that he may never wake again. I was planning to tell him that all is forgiven regarding the cogenitor incident, but now I may never have the chance…

-The End-