"I Think I'll Keep You"
Saoirse_Granger:
She woke up in the middle of the night. It was really quite comfy here, nicer than where she'd been before. She sat up and licked a paw daintily, wiping her ears and face with it.
There were no other signs of life in the room, not even that of the One Who Brought Her Food every morning. There was only the warmth of the fluffy bed she was sitting in: apparently there were no heat lamps here, like there had been in the cage. But this was nicer than the cage.
She fell asleep again, hoping for a warm body to come so she could sit on it.
*
She woke up again in the morning, and sauntered into the bathroom. She was parched. She jumped up on to what she thought was the nearest source of water. Too right: it was water.
Jumping back on the floor and attempting to dry off her coat, she looked around.
Suddenly the door opened, and some strange looking things walked in the door. Ah ha! Warm bodies! But they didn't look like they were about to sit down for any length of time. So she busied herself wrapping her body around their ankles, making the biggest one stumble.
"What the." it said.
"Meow."
"That's.not Spot," said Geordi, amazed.
Worf resisted the temptation to kick the cat. But then it fixed him with a stare, one akin to the one he knew from.from where?
He knew that expression. Deanna.
He picked up the cat, despite its very vocal protest.
I think I'll keep you, he thought silently.
*
She couldn't really remember what had happened. Just that she was here now, with him, and he was not being very civil. She could barely remember feeling his arms around her, fighting to loosen the zip on her uniform.
Then there was nothing. But she could guess what might have happened. And she wasn't sure how to feel about that.
She shouldn't really have walked off like that. He'd only wanted to make it up. But if.if they *had*, she had a right not to want to know him.
Yet if they had, she had a duty to want to know him, to love him more than ever. She looked over her shoulder to see a rather dejected Jean-Luc sitting in the corner, next to one of the fluorescent shapes. He was tracing the outline with his finger, humming quietly to himself.
He didn't look like he needed company, but she did.
"Jean-Luc?" she said timidly.
"What?" he snapped.
"Sorry.I.I wanted you to.to know that.I'm sorry. For my reaction to your." she stopped, unable to find the right word.
He pondered this statement a moment. "And I'm sorry too. For ever suggesting it."
"No - Jean-Luc. I think I'll keep you, too."
He fixed her with a steely glare. "And if I've changed my mind.?"
She turned around and went back to staring at the room around her. She knew when she wasn't wanted.
Saoirse_Granger:
She woke up in the middle of the night. It was really quite comfy here, nicer than where she'd been before. She sat up and licked a paw daintily, wiping her ears and face with it.
There were no other signs of life in the room, not even that of the One Who Brought Her Food every morning. There was only the warmth of the fluffy bed she was sitting in: apparently there were no heat lamps here, like there had been in the cage. But this was nicer than the cage.
She fell asleep again, hoping for a warm body to come so she could sit on it.
*
She woke up again in the morning, and sauntered into the bathroom. She was parched. She jumped up on to what she thought was the nearest source of water. Too right: it was water.
Jumping back on the floor and attempting to dry off her coat, she looked around.
Suddenly the door opened, and some strange looking things walked in the door. Ah ha! Warm bodies! But they didn't look like they were about to sit down for any length of time. So she busied herself wrapping her body around their ankles, making the biggest one stumble.
"What the." it said.
"Meow."
"That's.not Spot," said Geordi, amazed.
Worf resisted the temptation to kick the cat. But then it fixed him with a stare, one akin to the one he knew from.from where?
He knew that expression. Deanna.
He picked up the cat, despite its very vocal protest.
I think I'll keep you, he thought silently.
*
She couldn't really remember what had happened. Just that she was here now, with him, and he was not being very civil. She could barely remember feeling his arms around her, fighting to loosen the zip on her uniform.
Then there was nothing. But she could guess what might have happened. And she wasn't sure how to feel about that.
She shouldn't really have walked off like that. He'd only wanted to make it up. But if.if they *had*, she had a right not to want to know him.
Yet if they had, she had a duty to want to know him, to love him more than ever. She looked over her shoulder to see a rather dejected Jean-Luc sitting in the corner, next to one of the fluorescent shapes. He was tracing the outline with his finger, humming quietly to himself.
He didn't look like he needed company, but she did.
"Jean-Luc?" she said timidly.
"What?" he snapped.
"Sorry.I.I wanted you to.to know that.I'm sorry. For my reaction to your." she stopped, unable to find the right word.
He pondered this statement a moment. "And I'm sorry too. For ever suggesting it."
"No - Jean-Luc. I think I'll keep you, too."
He fixed her with a steely glare. "And if I've changed my mind.?"
She turned around and went back to staring at the room around her. She knew when she wasn't wanted.