Disclaimer: No.
Etc.: Well, apparently, I've gone insane and decided to put up the rest of 'Side Step' at once. Thanks to the people reading this and what not. Cheers.
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Side Step
iv: snow falling on cedars
Another day, another temporal shift. So now you're standing alone in an opening in a forest. White stuff falls from the sky. Part of you (the part that stays with you when the time line ends) knows that it is snow. The other part of you (the part that can't remember yesterday) just watches.
"Commander Reed?" It that you? You look around. It must be; no one else is around. No one but you and the snow and the cedars and the person who just spoke and the grave. Grave? Yes, that's what that stone is, that stone before you, that stone with words.
/Here lies Charles Tucker the Third
Captain, Brother, Husband, Father
August 5th, 2118—January 23rd, 2155/
Part of you weeps. He's gone. Another part of you consoles yourself with he's not really gone. Because, soon, the time lines will end and reset themselves and he won't be dead anymore and you won't be you.
So you turn around and go to T'Pol (T'Pol? yes, T'Pol. but—he is different) and take your infant son from his arms. You hold him to your shoulder and you whisper against his wavy blonde hair that daddy isn't coming home just yet.
"Mallory." T'Pol puts his hand on your arm. "We must leave. If we stay for too long, the Xindi will find us. We must find the weapon." You nod because you've got to avenge your captain, your husband, you child's father. You nod because you hate the Xindi for what they're doing to your world, your planet, your ship, your home—
Your family.
Etc.: Well, apparently, I've gone insane and decided to put up the rest of 'Side Step' at once. Thanks to the people reading this and what not. Cheers.
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Side Step
iv: snow falling on cedars
Another day, another temporal shift. So now you're standing alone in an opening in a forest. White stuff falls from the sky. Part of you (the part that stays with you when the time line ends) knows that it is snow. The other part of you (the part that can't remember yesterday) just watches.
"Commander Reed?" It that you? You look around. It must be; no one else is around. No one but you and the snow and the cedars and the person who just spoke and the grave. Grave? Yes, that's what that stone is, that stone before you, that stone with words.
/Here lies Charles Tucker the Third
Captain, Brother, Husband, Father
August 5th, 2118—January 23rd, 2155/
Part of you weeps. He's gone. Another part of you consoles yourself with he's not really gone. Because, soon, the time lines will end and reset themselves and he won't be dead anymore and you won't be you.
So you turn around and go to T'Pol (T'Pol? yes, T'Pol. but—he is different) and take your infant son from his arms. You hold him to your shoulder and you whisper against his wavy blonde hair that daddy isn't coming home just yet.
"Mallory." T'Pol puts his hand on your arm. "We must leave. If we stay for too long, the Xindi will find us. We must find the weapon." You nod because you've got to avenge your captain, your husband, you child's father. You nod because you hate the Xindi for what they're doing to your world, your planet, your ship, your home—
Your family.
