Disclaimer: I don't think I own Star trek. Shameeka and Pallee are mine.
Pallee's the one from First Impressions, by the way. Oh, wait. She comes
later. Sorry. You wont meet her yet.
Short Spiritual Fan-Fic.
Everything was black. Pitch black. Blacker than anything she'd every seen before.
Then there was a light. It arched out from the center of the blackness, illuminating.something. It looked like a park bench from twentieth century earth, painted a glossy brown, and had a metal pole with a lamp at it's peak standing next to it. She knew what that was. A 'Lamp Post'. Sensible name. Lamp, on a post.
"Hello?" He voice echoed across the un-seeable plain, bouncing off invisible walls and ringing in her ears.
There was no reply.
There couldn't be.
She knew where she was. In her own sub-consciousness, trapped in her mind. Although she couldn't remember why.
And then, a reply.
"Good Day, Ensign." The voice was calm, collected.strangely familiar. A voice with feeling, yet a voice without. A males voice.
She walked towards the bench. Upon it sat a black haired man, with odd pointed ears, in a blue uniform. He was as familiar as his voice had been.
"Ensign.?" She repeated, "who are you? Why're you here? Why am I still here? I thought-" The man stood up.
"You did not die," He crossed his arms and faced her, "at least, you wont as long as I keep you here. The Doctor is performing an operation on you, but.you seem reluctant to be kept alive, so I have to do it for you."
She turned her back on him.
"If I have no will to live then allow me to die." She muttered simply, remembering the hurt and pain of living, "why can't you?"
The Man tilted his head up, looking faintly superior, and arched a brow.
"Because you saved another in afflicting damage upon yourself," He snapped snippily, the emotion out of place in his placid personality, "and now, that other owes you a life debt. If you were to die, you would place him in emotional turmoil, in affect destroying his soul."
She turned around, holding herself and frowning slightly.
"Since when have Vulcans believed in life debts?"
"I owe several to people I would prefer not to," The Vulcan nodded, "but, yes, I believe in life debts. I, but no other Vulcan."
"Because you are half-human." The dying girl nodded, "I understand. If I were to die.he'd feel responsible.because."
"Because, Ensign, you threw yourself infront of him, to save him. He feels guilty-" "Even though he hates me?"
The Vulcan arched another brow, then shifted on his feet and sighed in a fed-up sort of way.
"I do not understand the word hate between the both of you," He mumbled, "if you thought that he hated you, why would you save his life?"
She closed her eyes and looked away, "sometimes feelings aren't mutual."
"I see."
She sat down on the black floor, hugging herself and shaking her head, "you don't."
"You think because I have no feelings, I cannot understand yours? I have feelings. There are clearer than other Vulcans. I can feel them all the time, but I choose not to show them. Just like.a rich man locks away all his money, but he knows he still has the money."
She nodded.
"I see." She didn't mean to copy his tone nor words, bit it slipped out. Just like it always did. The space started to get lighter.
"You're waking up." Vulcan informed her.
"I can see that." She stared at the 'Lamp Post'. It was it that was waking up the blackness, forcing it to move into day time.
"Mr. Spock?"
"Yes, Ensign?"
"Thank you for those pearls of wisdom."
"Anytime."
Short Spiritual Fan-Fic.
Everything was black. Pitch black. Blacker than anything she'd every seen before.
Then there was a light. It arched out from the center of the blackness, illuminating.something. It looked like a park bench from twentieth century earth, painted a glossy brown, and had a metal pole with a lamp at it's peak standing next to it. She knew what that was. A 'Lamp Post'. Sensible name. Lamp, on a post.
"Hello?" He voice echoed across the un-seeable plain, bouncing off invisible walls and ringing in her ears.
There was no reply.
There couldn't be.
She knew where she was. In her own sub-consciousness, trapped in her mind. Although she couldn't remember why.
And then, a reply.
"Good Day, Ensign." The voice was calm, collected.strangely familiar. A voice with feeling, yet a voice without. A males voice.
She walked towards the bench. Upon it sat a black haired man, with odd pointed ears, in a blue uniform. He was as familiar as his voice had been.
"Ensign.?" She repeated, "who are you? Why're you here? Why am I still here? I thought-" The man stood up.
"You did not die," He crossed his arms and faced her, "at least, you wont as long as I keep you here. The Doctor is performing an operation on you, but.you seem reluctant to be kept alive, so I have to do it for you."
She turned her back on him.
"If I have no will to live then allow me to die." She muttered simply, remembering the hurt and pain of living, "why can't you?"
The Man tilted his head up, looking faintly superior, and arched a brow.
"Because you saved another in afflicting damage upon yourself," He snapped snippily, the emotion out of place in his placid personality, "and now, that other owes you a life debt. If you were to die, you would place him in emotional turmoil, in affect destroying his soul."
She turned around, holding herself and frowning slightly.
"Since when have Vulcans believed in life debts?"
"I owe several to people I would prefer not to," The Vulcan nodded, "but, yes, I believe in life debts. I, but no other Vulcan."
"Because you are half-human." The dying girl nodded, "I understand. If I were to die.he'd feel responsible.because."
"Because, Ensign, you threw yourself infront of him, to save him. He feels guilty-" "Even though he hates me?"
The Vulcan arched another brow, then shifted on his feet and sighed in a fed-up sort of way.
"I do not understand the word hate between the both of you," He mumbled, "if you thought that he hated you, why would you save his life?"
She closed her eyes and looked away, "sometimes feelings aren't mutual."
"I see."
She sat down on the black floor, hugging herself and shaking her head, "you don't."
"You think because I have no feelings, I cannot understand yours? I have feelings. There are clearer than other Vulcans. I can feel them all the time, but I choose not to show them. Just like.a rich man locks away all his money, but he knows he still has the money."
She nodded.
"I see." She didn't mean to copy his tone nor words, bit it slipped out. Just like it always did. The space started to get lighter.
"You're waking up." Vulcan informed her.
"I can see that." She stared at the 'Lamp Post'. It was it that was waking up the blackness, forcing it to move into day time.
"Mr. Spock?"
"Yes, Ensign?"
"Thank you for those pearls of wisdom."
"Anytime."