30x300 by -yannik-
DAY SEVEN
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"B'Elanna sends her love" Neelix said under his breath. "She wanted to come herself, but… y'know" Neelix shot a glance at Pierce. She was eyeing them coldly, but at least didn't stop the conversation yet.
"Yeah, she might end up in the adjacent brig. That would not be wise" Tom joked without a smile. "What about Harry?"
"Oh, he too keeps asking the Captain to let him visit you, but she's…"
"Heartless?"
Neelix shrugged, and started from the other end:
"He's going to succeed sooner than B'Elanna would, if you asked me. Her Klingon half is on the loose." Talaxian's eyes flashed, as he turned on the talkative mode. "I haven't seen her argue with the Captain like this in a looong while. If ever. She literally…"
"No nonessential conversation, please" Pierce finally interrupted, what was predictable.
"Yeah, no nonessential… of course…" Neelix stammered, and Tom almost felt sorry for him, seeing his eyes go dull. "Sorry, Tom, I must…" he gestured, and stumbled towards the exit.
Pierce didn't even look in Tom's direction. And he didn't feel like assaulting anyone anymore. He chewed on his meal, and then recorded some more of the story for his father. He was talking really long, wondering how much of it he'd have to erase later. But he didn't want to sleep. Dreams were disturbing, and he tried to avoid them if he might.
But eventually, in deep darkness of gamma shift, tiredness took him over, and he drifted off…
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"Charlie?"
"Bruno?"
"Odile?"
"Anybody?"
"ANYBODY!"
Red lights flashing… like dancing… over the walls. Environmentals cleared the smoke. Noise also subsided. So there are only those wild lights left. Wild dizzy dancing lights. And headache. And painful breathing.
It's a BAD dream!
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t.b.c.