Whoops, forgot this the first two times I posted it!
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Spock woke from a nightmare not his own. It was a familiar nightmare, and that concerned him. He very rarely dreamed, and he could not remember ever having had a nightmare before, much less this one. He got up and tried to meditate, clear his mind. He found it impossible. Every time he thought he had succeeded, the nightmare intruded, with its sense of panic, terror, and certain death. Unsettled, he got dressed and headed for the observation lounge.
{{Why did I come here?}} he asked himself. Even before he finished the thought, he realized the answer. *She* would come here; she always did. Spock stood at the viewport and watched the stars streak by as the ship traveled at warp toward its next destination. He stayed there for hours, not thinking, just watching the stars.
Spock didn't move as someone approached. The reflection showed it to be a young ensign, and he was very nervous. He stood nervously for a long moment, then cleared his throat. Spock turned and looked at him.
"The captain wants to see you on the bridge, sir," the poor ensign stammered. Spock merely looked at him. "Now, sir. I-I'm supposed to escort you. To make sure you arrive." The ensign squirmed. Finally Spock moved toward the turbolift, and the ensign followed.
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Saavik woke from the familiar nightmare, her hand reaching for her knife at her hip. It wasn't there, and she cursed vehemently. As her mind cleared of sleep, she remembered where she was and fell silent. Silently, she slipped on her clothes and headed for the door. But it was too late. Her roommates were awake. She swore silently to herself.
"Saavik, it's three in the morning! Why must you be so loud?"
"Damn it, it's the middle of the night! What are you doing up, anyway?"
"Girl, where are you going? Three in the morning is *not* the time to go wandering about! And there's curfew to worry about, too! If *you* get caught, *we* get in trouble!"
Saavik was spared the need to reply as the door to their room opened to reveal the floor monitor. She was glowering. "Saavik. It's three in the morning. *Why* are you not in bed?"
Saavik stared at the older girl. Coldly, she replied, "I am not required to explain myself to you." She pushed past the girl, careful not to touch her, and disappeared down the hall.
"I expect the rest of you to be asleep when I return," the monitor said sternly as she turned to follow Saavik.
Saavik sat on the roof, watching the stars. She held her knees to her chest, as she had as a small child when she watched the stars. She heard footsteps as the hall monitor came looking for her, but she did not move. She knew that if she held very still, she would not be noticed and the monitor would go away. Exactly six point three minutes later, Saavik heard the older girl's retreating footsteps. She sighed and continued to watch the stars.
Spock woke from a nightmare not his own. It was a familiar nightmare, and that concerned him. He very rarely dreamed, and he could not remember ever having had a nightmare before, much less this one. He got up and tried to meditate, clear his mind. He found it impossible. Every time he thought he had succeeded, the nightmare intruded, with its sense of panic, terror, and certain death. Unsettled, he got dressed and headed for the observation lounge.
{{Why did I come here?}} he asked himself. Even before he finished the thought, he realized the answer. *She* would come here; she always did. Spock stood at the viewport and watched the stars streak by as the ship traveled at warp toward its next destination. He stayed there for hours, not thinking, just watching the stars.
Spock didn't move as someone approached. The reflection showed it to be a young ensign, and he was very nervous. He stood nervously for a long moment, then cleared his throat. Spock turned and looked at him.
"The captain wants to see you on the bridge, sir," the poor ensign stammered. Spock merely looked at him. "Now, sir. I-I'm supposed to escort you. To make sure you arrive." The ensign squirmed. Finally Spock moved toward the turbolift, and the ensign followed.
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Saavik woke from the familiar nightmare, her hand reaching for her knife at her hip. It wasn't there, and she cursed vehemently. As her mind cleared of sleep, she remembered where she was and fell silent. Silently, she slipped on her clothes and headed for the door. But it was too late. Her roommates were awake. She swore silently to herself.
"Saavik, it's three in the morning! Why must you be so loud?"
"Damn it, it's the middle of the night! What are you doing up, anyway?"
"Girl, where are you going? Three in the morning is *not* the time to go wandering about! And there's curfew to worry about, too! If *you* get caught, *we* get in trouble!"
Saavik was spared the need to reply as the door to their room opened to reveal the floor monitor. She was glowering. "Saavik. It's three in the morning. *Why* are you not in bed?"
Saavik stared at the older girl. Coldly, she replied, "I am not required to explain myself to you." She pushed past the girl, careful not to touch her, and disappeared down the hall.
"I expect the rest of you to be asleep when I return," the monitor said sternly as she turned to follow Saavik.
Saavik sat on the roof, watching the stars. She held her knees to her chest, as she had as a small child when she watched the stars. She heard footsteps as the hall monitor came looking for her, but she did not move. She knew that if she held very still, she would not be noticed and the monitor would go away. Exactly six point three minutes later, Saavik heard the older girl's retreating footsteps. She sighed and continued to watch the stars.