Title: These Walls
Author: Chele
Rating: PG-13
Category: Angst
Code: R/S
Summary: What hurts the most?
Author's Notes: I guess you
could say this is dedicated to Nostalgia. I started this, thinking it
would be Tu/S, but it somehow ended up R/S.
Disclaimer: If I did
own Paramount or B&B, I'd first get more lines and more
characterization for Travis and Hoshi.
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It burned. He tried not to think about it, but it was still there, eating him. The more he wanted it to go away, it clung even tighter. It gnawed at him, cutting through him, tearing him.
How could he have been so naive?
It was only a friendly encounter with the new aliens. They had talked--trading ideas, concepts, morals.
The security, he thought, was pretty well organized. He had been amazed at the precision and excellency.
No where had he seen anything more beautiful than a foreign weapon. The power charge was well-advanced than his own Starfleet Issue phase pistol.
He studied their arts of self-combat, awe-struck at the detail and intricate moves.
Everything about their security made him hunger for more knowledge. It had always been his dream, to be the best security officer.
He prided in being on the top. It was his safe zone, no one could ever hurt him, not now, not ever.
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He had gone back to his quarters and found her.
If there was one thing at that moment he could say he cherished more than his career, it was her.
The texture of her hair was surreal, the almond-shape of her eyes were intoxicating, and her smile...it was infectious.
God he loved her and he told her that, right there, for the first time.
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There was a change.
How could he have been so stupid?
He should have known the second he saw her face, the pitiless expression.
She was ruthless beyond a doubt, breaking him in half, as if snapping a twig.
She, who had dug through to his hallow heart, who had managed to replace it with a workable one, now had shattered everything that truly mattered.
She ripped him limb from limb, pressuring more pain, more ache.
It bloody hurt.
How could she?
How could she say those words he had feared would make him regret?
"This isn't going to work out. I need to be let go."
Bitch, he thought, and she was gone.
In the space he once called peace and solitude; he now felt desolation and waste.
He heard the strangest sound ever.
Was he crying?