Title: Forgiven Author: Keridwen Disclaimer: Now we zoom back to our damsel in distress (who doesn't belong to me, neither does Star Trek by the way). This Chapter is very Very VERY strange. You have been warned; it's a tough reader. A lot of sub conscious thought and flashbacks. Try to keep up. Review if ya don't understand, and I will try to explain via my review board.







Chapter Eleven: Dreams



"Jocelyn Darnell? Can you hear me?"

(A strange voice is calling me)

"Ms. Darnell, are you awake?"

(They speak English, maybe they can help me!)

" I don't think she is ready to wake up yet."

"Leonard!"

Jocelyn awoke with a start. A pair of strong arms restrained her and she began to weakly struggle against them. She didn't want to be taken prisoner again.

"Ms. Darnell, Please stop struggling!"

She opened her eyes.

White Lab coats were all around her and she was on a table of some sorts. A woman entered the room, and moved to a corner out of sight. She had an air of authority about her. Finally, thought Jocelyn, someone who could help.

"Please listen to me!"

"Someone please sedate her!"

"NO, you must. Please listen to me!"

But she was already beginning to feel sleepy again.

"No, Leonard, ."

The voices grew distant, as if they were traveling to her over some great distance. The lowered her back down onto the bed and she had no strength left to fight them.

"Will she remember any of this, Doctor Whitefield?"

"I doubt it. If she does, we can always alter that later."

"Will we find out what happened to her?"

"Oh yes, even though this drug is experimental, it had had high praise. They first tried it on the Tantalus colony to find out what events in a persons life made him or her go criminally insane. Finding out the events of the last few days should be easy."

"Will it hurt her?"

"No, and it is much more effective than having Sotek perform a mind meld. Besides, he always gets sour when he has to do it, and I don't want a moody sour Vulcan on my hands. This way we will see exactly what she saw."

"Ok, lets do it."

Jocelyn heard no more. She thought that they had left her alone again. And then she began to dream.









(A house in Northern Georgia)

"Mother, I won't have this. I love Leonard, and I am marrying him."

"You would go against your fathers wishes!"

"Yes."

"Oh Jocelyn, why do you have to be so difficult? Why can't you just marry Clay Treadway? You would be happy, your Father could close that big business deal with Angelina Treadway, we could show our selves in public without having to explain to everyone."

"EXPLAIN that my husband is just the son of the lowly local Doctor."

"Now, Jocelyn, you know that your father highly respect those in the medical profession, and."

"AND THEIR MONEY? Forget it Mom, I know exactly why you disapprove of him. It's because his Grandfather stooped do low as to help a lost Klingon in need. He pushed aside all the 'good' advice of his colleagues and tried his hardest to heal him long enough for him to return home! All of earth was scandalized!

"Not scandalized, dear.."

"Whatever, I am still marrying Leonard. He has a kind heart. He inherited it from his Grandfather, you know."

"Enough of this Jocelyn! You will not defy your father. You will not tear this families good name to shreds!"

I AM MARRYING LEONARD!"

(Later - In an apartment in Atlanta)



"Leonard?"

"Hmm?"

"Excuse me?"

"Yes?"

"Hey, Bonehead!"

"What is it Jocelyn, can't you see I am studying!"

"I just wanted a moment of your time, I am your wife after all."

"What do you want?"

"Oh, You don't care!"

(Sobbing - A door slams)

"Now stop this Jocelyn, you know I have mid-terms next week. Now, what was so all fired up important that it couldn't wait!"

"Oh Go Away! I HATE you!"

"Jocelyn!"

"No, I really do! Even if I was to come in to tell you I am DYING, you wouldn't care, you and your stupid studies."

"Dying?"

"Yeah Dying. Of a rear disease that isn't found in any of your stupid study books or med files. That would show you!"

(Pounding on a door)

"Jocelyn open up, Damnit! Who says your dying!"

(Door opens)

"What would you care anyway."

"YOU CAN"T DIE!"

"Oh stop shouting. Do you want the neighbors complaining again?"

"I can't loose you! Don't worry, we will do something. Oh gods! What am I going to do!"

(More sobs)

"Don't you understand, this is serious? (Groan) Now your parents really will kill me. Come on, get you coat, we are going to the hospital."

"Oh Leonard!"

"Do you think studying is more important than you. Oh God! Jocelyn, I can't live with out you, do you understand me!"

(Giggling) "My knight in shining armor!"

"Oh Hell! What could possibly be funny at a time like this."

"I'm not dying, silly."

"Your not!"

"No, Leonard, I love you to much to die."

"But if your not dying."

"Leonard, I'm not dying...I'm Pregnant!"





(Five years later - a house in the North Atlanta suburbs)

Neither of them knew exactly when it all went wrong.

Yet on that day, their lives changed forever.



His eyes were what hurt her the most. There she stood with all her lies and secrets blatantly displayed before him, and she had the gall to ask him why he had come home so early. It was then that the life sparked out of his beautiful blue eyes.

It was more than apparent why he had come home. The flowers in his hands said it all.

Jocelyn found out that day that murder was not the worst sin in the world. When you kill someone, when you take their life, they can be at peace in the end.

Yet, when you crush someone's soul, you condemn them to a life of pain and an eternity of anguish. It would be better to stab them in the heart.

When Leonard came home from work early that day, Jocelyn crushed his soul.

As she tried to pull herself together, she saw the flowers slowly drop to the floor. Like the ashes that had been their marriage, or the shattered glass that was now their trust and love.

Jocelyn learned something else that day. Something came to her as she cried after her husband as he ran out the door.

She learned that her marriage could have never failed on it's own. Like candle wax it had drooped, but the most important part, their love, had still been burning bright.

Until that day.

Now she had killed that as well, along with any hopes of resuscitating their marriage. She had shattered it with one blow.

She ran after him with tears streaming down her face. She screamed for him to stop.

She screamed!

And then she slept and dreamed no more.