Space Cases Fanfiction: Time Scar
Rating: PG-13 for violence and mild language
Time Scar
Prelude
A crimson dot - it appears from nothing and begins to spread - across her blue shirt. It begins just below her left breast and quickly paints outward along the fabric in a purple wave. She feels nothing but morbid fascination at the sponge-like quality of her clothing. The shirt was ruined for sure - completely stained by her own blood.
Why? She thought. Her short red hair shifted across her forehead where it clung, heavily from sweat, as she looked to see if anyone else could see the spreading stain.
There was a great amount of fire and smoke. Funny that she did not feel choked by it or feel the heat from the flames. Two men stood nearby. The first - before her - stood in shock, a blaster trembled in his hand and she noted the slow roll of white smoke curling from the end of the barrel. It matched the streaks of white in his hair, a slight roll starting at the temples. His blue eyes glazed over with a war of emotions.
Faintly she heard a steady noise. Drip - drip - drip. Despite the fire she was beginning to feel cold.
"What did you do?" The second man, behind her, asked. His voice was choked, but not by the haze of smoke filling the large room.
She turned to address him but dizzied herself by doing so. She began to topple and the second man caught her about the shoulders and waist. He looked identical to the first man. Twins. She thought fleetingly. She felt herself float to the ground, barely able to register the warmth of his hands on her body.
He was lowering her to the ground. Nausea and fatigue washed over her and she became limp in the cradle of his arms. He tilted her head up using the crevice of one arm and his other hand finished brushing away her bangs from her clammy forehead.
Her eyes became heavy and she no longer fought the urge to close them. The two men faded from her vision. Somewhere from outside the darkness of her eyelids came his voice again - familiar and soothing.
"TJ. Hang in there."
She felt her lips part and a voice that might have been her own, "It's all going to be okay. I saved you this time... I. Saved. You."
The steady dripping she had heard gave way to a drumming. A steady rhythm - just like a clock.
"Please, stay..." his voice cracked.
She heard nothing more. The cold and the dark enveloped her. The clock stopped.