Disclaimer: I own no one…the Gods at paramount created these…I just put them somewhere.
Just a little falter during a moment when my defences weren't as high as they usually are. A moment in time that wouldn't have happened had I been preoccupied with something else, such as the Borg for instance.
Strange how times of fun can make you forget protocol and normality. How laughter can make all the tension just melt away. How old fear suddenly becomes a new hope.
The decision of what to do next is something I don't want to deal with. Part of me is calmly saying: "You can't do this. It isn't right. There are rules you must follow" Another part of me is screaming: "Damn it Kathryn! You're allowed to have this! No one expects you to turn away from love. Especially not sixty thousand light years from home!"
I see the questions in his eyes. He's wondering what will happen next. Will I turn away as I have always done, or will I finally give in? He'll understand either way. My Maquis warrior. My strength.
I trace his jaw line softly with my fingers. We have been through so much. So much of it I would not have made it through with out him. I don't think he comprehends that really. I don't think I've ever told him.
There is too much here to lose. I'm so scared of walking out of this room, and never feeling the same way again. We have built more here than trust and respect. We've built friendship; and maybe even more importantly, we've built love.
So much can happen in the span of a minute. One can tear down walls that took a life time to build, conquer fears that refused to back down, and yes, one can even realize that resistance is futile.
