Thoughts in Space
Her thoughts
She was broken. Or she had been broken. Those thoughts drifted across her mind as she stared out to the stars. She was healing now though, or at least everyone seemed to think so. She rarely had a bad moment, as Simon said her last one being over a month ago and was mild compared to the earlier ones. She didn't need the drugs Simon had been giving her anymore. It was a nice feeling; the feeling of healing, the feeling of trying to be whole again. Of course, with healing and becoming whole, newer emotions began to come up, ones she hadn't remembered having to deal with before and it left her feeling odd. The feelings weren't odd so much themselves, she felt odd about them because she wasn't sure where they came from or what they meant.
She was a young woman, but sometimes in the eyes of the rest of the crew she felt as though they seen her as something else: a child, a warrior, a broken doll, a crazy girl, and her favorite an albatross. She could, of course, read their thoughts, but he had asked her not to. He had said that a person's thoughts were private and nobody had the right to look into or play with them, it was one of the reasons he was so furious with what the Alliance had done to her. She had promised him she wouldn't and so she wouldn't. She might ignore him on small things, didn't listen to him all the time, but she wouldn't break his trust she thought it might break her heart to do so.
That was another odd thought. Why should he be able to say that people shouldn't have the right to control other people's thought when he so easily invaded hers? It just wasn't fair she thought aloud. As she once again turned her attention to the black she heard his door open and step out. He sounded different then normal as he walked toward the bridge. She knew it was him though, while she wouldn't read the thoughts of the crew she couldn't help, but feel part of their emotions when they neared her.
He stopped; she knew he was staring at her from the doorway, could feel his eyes on her. He might even think that he was being quiet and she didn't notice him there, but she did, however, she didn't turn to face him, instead she stared out into space her chin resting on the top of her knee. As she looked out into the black she didn't see anything. No stars were in her eyes all she could see was him staring at her; it was enough to make a girl want to scream. Staring at her like she was a mannequin in some store's display window.
But even with all that there was another emotion that floated through her thoughts. That as he was near her she felt, safer then anywhere else in the verse. Now that was an odd thought. He was bigger then her, but she could beat him in a fight. She was most likely a better shot, although she hated guns. She could hide better from a fight if she had to or run away faster if she had to do that. But when he was near her, she felt safe near him. One day she resolved she would find out what it was about him that made her feel this way.
Then as he took his first step toward her she didn't need to read his thoughts to know what would happen next….