by Bina Walburn

Disclaimer: I do not own Trek.

My Final Moments of Thought

I am so tired. But I am not ready to give up just yet. I feel the need to take in the bridge one final glorious time.

I feel my eyelids. They are becoming heavier by every nanosecond.

I can feel the cold but reassuring of foreign technology mixed with a warm touch...The metal is foreign, but the caress underneath has the life line color of red.

As I take in a few shallow breaths, I can remember even more...

I hear the sarcastic jokes of the prankster...Without his skills, we would have not lasted a year on this side of the galaxy.

I can see the ridges on the beautiful forehead, and as I look down, I hear a squeal of a newborn. The ridges flare with love.

I can faintly hear the sound of a beautify melody from the clarinet. It was the last time I heard it. It was at the last talent night on our home.

The foreign but comfortable scent that has been my anchor since before my assignment to Voyager is by my side, just like a anchor. I see his dark chocolate figure in the comforting and reassuring Fleet uniform. He was my foundation before the one with the tatoo. But he is still my friend.

The golden one, who had the natural gracce of a fairy, the curiousity that was even fiercer then Tuvok's....I wonder what became of her.

My nostrils smell the nauseating scent of leola root. He lost his family to war, but got a new one with on Voyager.

I raise my hand to my to my head...I do not have the strength to quite touch my forehead with my hand...

As my arms drops for the last time, there is one left to remember...

Out of the corner of my eye, I see the dark tatoo. It is a tribute and more to his culture, a history that we share. I feel my chest rise one last time... His fingers caress my lips for eternity...