Title: Blurring the Defining Line
Rating: PG
Summary: Trip wakes up from his coma in Simlitude. He knows and is more than anyone realizes. Sim lives on.
Disclaimer: The usual. They're owned by Paramount, the story is mine, etc. Though I'll be the first to admit that if they were to put Trip up for auction, I'd be right there.
*~Prologue~*
There was an explosion. Trip felt it more than he saw or heard it. He felt himself fall backward into nothingness. He tried to scream.
The blackness encompassed him. He heard some indistinct voices, but continued to drift. He wanted it all to end, for the lack of stimulation to stop.
He heard himself talking. Himself? He felt a light pressure in his forehead, and was assaulted by images.
Hoshi and Phlox teaching him to read.
Crashing Jon's airplane.
Eating pie and talking to Malcolm.
Yelling at John. Being sentenced to death by his best friend. Being told he wasn't Trip. Being treated like a tool. Feeling ostracized. Wanting to live more than anything.
Kissing T'Pol.
Phlox telling him he was a damn good son.
The darkness ended. Pain erupted in his forehead in white, hot streams. The scream that he had held back for so long ripped through his throat, sounding more like an animal that a human. He sat bolt upright, tears streaming down his face, shaking.
He was looking into the concerned face of his Captain, who stepped closer to him, clasping his shoulders. "Thank God, Trip. Are you alright?"
Again, the images of an angered Archer, telling him he would murder him, floated through his mind.
Trip pushed the older man away and vomited over the side of the bed.
***
A/N: Just a tease :)
Rating: PG
Summary: Trip wakes up from his coma in Simlitude. He knows and is more than anyone realizes. Sim lives on.
Disclaimer: The usual. They're owned by Paramount, the story is mine, etc. Though I'll be the first to admit that if they were to put Trip up for auction, I'd be right there.
*~Prologue~*
There was an explosion. Trip felt it more than he saw or heard it. He felt himself fall backward into nothingness. He tried to scream.
The blackness encompassed him. He heard some indistinct voices, but continued to drift. He wanted it all to end, for the lack of stimulation to stop.
He heard himself talking. Himself? He felt a light pressure in his forehead, and was assaulted by images.
Hoshi and Phlox teaching him to read.
Crashing Jon's airplane.
Eating pie and talking to Malcolm.
Yelling at John. Being sentenced to death by his best friend. Being told he wasn't Trip. Being treated like a tool. Feeling ostracized. Wanting to live more than anything.
Kissing T'Pol.
Phlox telling him he was a damn good son.
The darkness ended. Pain erupted in his forehead in white, hot streams. The scream that he had held back for so long ripped through his throat, sounding more like an animal that a human. He sat bolt upright, tears streaming down his face, shaking.
He was looking into the concerned face of his Captain, who stepped closer to him, clasping his shoulders. "Thank God, Trip. Are you alright?"
Again, the images of an angered Archer, telling him he would murder him, floated through his mind.
Trip pushed the older man away and vomited over the side of the bed.
***
A/N: Just a tease :)