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Part 2:-
Written in Sand.
So I'm sitting here waiting, waiting for a wish to come true, waiting for a miracle... when you think about it like that, then it sounds so stupid, Ma Tucker's eldest boy, waiting for a wish to come true. She would have laughed her socks off, then her skin. Miracles and dreams can only carry you so far, maybe it's time to knock down all my hopes and dreams and build new ones. Yet something inside of me won't give up, won't let go of the hope that's resting in deep in my heart, shining like a jewel.
"Do you believe you're destiny is written in stone?" The question, spoke in a neural tone, comes out of nowhere. There in front of me is the angel who haunts my sleep, T'Pol. I look up at her in confusion.
"What do ya mean?" I ask. She doesn't look like the Vulcan I had seen a few days ago, with the hint of a hint of a smile, she looks older and wiser somehow.
"I have heard that some humans believe there destiny, there fate is written in stone. I was curious to know if you thought that."
"In stone? No. I believe our destiny's are written in sand." I answer. I've interested her now, her body leaning forward, her eyes on my face.
"I have never heard that before. Please explain." I pause for a moment to gather my thoughts, then tell her. My face lights up as I explain, trying to show what I feel. She listens, never interrupting, her mind story every word I say. When I finish she gives a small nod.
"Thank you Commander" she says, then leaves the sent of Yang, Yang in my nostrils. I look down at the table my thoughts a helpless muddle.
~@~
Stone is unmoving, unbending. I can't believe that no matter what we do, our lives have a pre-determined end. I believe in free will and you can't have that if your life is engraved in stone. That's why I think it's written in sand. Sand is flexible, stone is made from it. Every choice you make changes your destiny as the wind blowing changes the sand. Like the sand our lives are forever changing, forever moving.
My thoughts turn back to T'Pol and Malcolm as they have so many times before. The ' If Only's ' are spinning round again, the presser in my head is increasing.
'If only it had been me in the shuttle with T'Pol instead of Malcolm...
If only I had been there when she was injured...
If only it had been me who had mind-linked with her to save her...
If only...'
There's too many 'If only's' in my life. Too many ways my life could have gone.
I look up, at the other side of the room is Malcolm. For the first time since the mind-link, I look past the mask he's wearing. He's in pain, I can practically see the waves coming off him.
~@~
They sit at either end of the room, both in pain, both thinking about the same woman. They are each waiting for the sign, to free them both. The blond is Commander Tucker and he waits for three words. The dark haired is Malcolm Reed and he waits for three very different words, but each have the same goal in mind.
~@~
God, have I really been that selfish, not to notice the pain my friends in? Still there's a little voice in my head that's happy at this turn of events. Maybe the mind-link can be broken without hurting them, neither seems happy... maybe, just maybe there's hope yet.
After all our destiny's are only written in sand...
TBC...
Part 2:-
Written in Sand.
So I'm sitting here waiting, waiting for a wish to come true, waiting for a miracle... when you think about it like that, then it sounds so stupid, Ma Tucker's eldest boy, waiting for a wish to come true. She would have laughed her socks off, then her skin. Miracles and dreams can only carry you so far, maybe it's time to knock down all my hopes and dreams and build new ones. Yet something inside of me won't give up, won't let go of the hope that's resting in deep in my heart, shining like a jewel.
"Do you believe you're destiny is written in stone?" The question, spoke in a neural tone, comes out of nowhere. There in front of me is the angel who haunts my sleep, T'Pol. I look up at her in confusion.
"What do ya mean?" I ask. She doesn't look like the Vulcan I had seen a few days ago, with the hint of a hint of a smile, she looks older and wiser somehow.
"I have heard that some humans believe there destiny, there fate is written in stone. I was curious to know if you thought that."
"In stone? No. I believe our destiny's are written in sand." I answer. I've interested her now, her body leaning forward, her eyes on my face.
"I have never heard that before. Please explain." I pause for a moment to gather my thoughts, then tell her. My face lights up as I explain, trying to show what I feel. She listens, never interrupting, her mind story every word I say. When I finish she gives a small nod.
"Thank you Commander" she says, then leaves the sent of Yang, Yang in my nostrils. I look down at the table my thoughts a helpless muddle.
~@~
Stone is unmoving, unbending. I can't believe that no matter what we do, our lives have a pre-determined end. I believe in free will and you can't have that if your life is engraved in stone. That's why I think it's written in sand. Sand is flexible, stone is made from it. Every choice you make changes your destiny as the wind blowing changes the sand. Like the sand our lives are forever changing, forever moving.
My thoughts turn back to T'Pol and Malcolm as they have so many times before. The ' If Only's ' are spinning round again, the presser in my head is increasing.
'If only it had been me in the shuttle with T'Pol instead of Malcolm...
If only I had been there when she was injured...
If only it had been me who had mind-linked with her to save her...
If only...'
There's too many 'If only's' in my life. Too many ways my life could have gone.
I look up, at the other side of the room is Malcolm. For the first time since the mind-link, I look past the mask he's wearing. He's in pain, I can practically see the waves coming off him.
~@~
They sit at either end of the room, both in pain, both thinking about the same woman. They are each waiting for the sign, to free them both. The blond is Commander Tucker and he waits for three words. The dark haired is Malcolm Reed and he waits for three very different words, but each have the same goal in mind.
~@~
God, have I really been that selfish, not to notice the pain my friends in? Still there's a little voice in my head that's happy at this turn of events. Maybe the mind-link can be broken without hurting them, neither seems happy... maybe, just maybe there's hope yet.
After all our destiny's are only written in sand...
TBC...