30x300 by -yannik-
DAY FIVE
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Noise. Smoke. Lights flashing… red. Red! RED ALLERT!
Head dizzy, chest hurting.
And that overwhelming noise. And smoke. And all over again.
Where… am I?
Who… am I?
What's… going on!
"Help…" moaning. Not my voice. "Help me"…
Too dizzy. Too dizzy…
"Charlie?… Tom?… Odile?"
To dizzy.
…darkness…
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Tom woke up, breathing heavily. Vaguely remembering a dream. It was something bad, but memories faded away quickly.
And he waited in the darkness until the morning, unable to sleep anymore.
Change of guards was, again, the only alteration of otherways boring day. Then Neelix brought another leola root stew. Tom only sighed now, what else could he say?
Neelix's orange gaze was full of sorrow and compassion, but he turned away and left quickly.
Tom got up. Measured his cage with long strides again. It didn't change. Didn't grow bigger. Or smaller. But it was too small. He dreamt about fields, or even holodeck. About running. And about flying. Who was at the helm right now? Culhane? Baytart? Hamilton? At the helm of his 'Voyager'. While he was stranded here.
He closed his eyes. They flew at warp 5.4 – he could tell. Warp core was humming steadily. B'Elanna saw to that for sure. Tom imagined his mate. Her soft skin, her warm, wet lips. Her sharp teeth. He missed her!
The thought of her was unsettling. What was she doing?… Right now? B'Elanna? Where are you? Are you thinking of me?
His gaze lay on the padd. There was only one thing he could do, to alter his mind from the anger that consumed him. Write a letter to his father. Think, analyze the situation that had him ending up here. How did he allow this to happen?
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t.b.c.