Title: Nightmares

Genre: Drama

Author: soultoast

Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: "Twilight."

Pairings: None.

Disclaimer: Yo tengo nada.

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The alarm buzzed in his ear.  He struggled to keep his eyes shut; he didn't want to wake up for alpha shift.  It was too damn early.  He groaned as he turned off the alarm and rolled out of his bunk.  He stumbled into the bathroom and showered.  He was ready in fifteen minutes, a virtue of being male.  He exited his quarters and headed towards the mess hall.  A small shiver traveled up his spine, he hadn't run into anyone yet.  As he entered the mess hall, he found it empty.  The tables were bare and the air didn't hold the smell of breakfast.  One explanation popped into his mine: they were under attack.

He bolted out of the mess hall and down the corridor.  A small voice whispered at the back of his mind, but he ignored it.  As he entered the turbolift, he tapped his hand against his thigh; the damn lift was taking forever.  As it reached the bridge, the doors opened to an empty room.  It was quiet, the only sound the gentle static of the comm station.  Eyes wide, he circled the bridge, passing by each of the stations.  The view screen only showed small stars against a blanket of darkness; no ships, no planets.  He checked T'Pol's station, then Reed's; no anomalous readings.  Nothing.

As the panic rose inside his chest, he turned and ran back into the turbolift.  He went to engineering, but the quiet hum of the engine was all he found.  He tried the cargo bay, the armory, the shuttle bay.  Nothing; he was alone.  He didn't know what to do, but he wasn't hungry any longer.  He drifted towards the turbolift.  Unsure, he went to the bridge.  Inside, he felt cold.  He didn't know how long it took him to reach the bridge, he didn't care anymore.

He wandered over to the tactical station, then the science station.  There was nothing.  He slowly raised his eyes to the screen and the cold dark that lay there.  Slowly, he sank to the ground as the darkness enveloped him.  He was alone.

The alarm buzzed in his ear.  He struggled to keep his eyes shut; he didn't want to wake up for alpha shift.  It was too damn early.  He groaned as he turned off the alarm and rolled out of his bunk.  Travis stumbled into the bathroom and showered.  He dressed quickly, eager to chase the cold feeling from his mind and find his friends.  He didn't want to be alone.