Breathe (2 Am), T'Pol's Reprise

By 2Distracted

Genre: Romance, Poetry

Rating: G

Disclaimer: The original of this song, by Anna Nalick, is gorgeous. Thank you for inspiring me, Anna. Please don't sue! Trip/T'Pol is only implied in this piece, but I suppose the idea still belongs to whoever owns Star Trek these days.

Summary: Back in the middle ages, when I still occasionally attended SF conventions, there was a thing we did called "filking", where we would write new lyrics to popular songs to reflect our SF interests. Weird Al Yankovic has since raised it to a higher art form, but when we did it, it was merely for our own amusement. The original lyrics to this song didn't fit TnT at all, but the melody is haunting, and for months I've had T'Pol's face popping into my head when I hear the refrain. So… is it a poem? Is it a filk? You decide. I can't figure out how to get the lines to display correctly, so each stanza is a paragraph, and each line is capitalized. Sorry. It's the best I can do.

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2 am and I'm sitting here, I'm still awake. Someone help me unravel my latest mistake. When he touched me, I felt something shatter within me. I've started this now, and it helps him, I know, But it stirs something in me I don't dare to show, And the fear overwhelms me, emotions that even he can't see.

With my "little helper" I feel these emotions. Desire's my companion, and I've got the notion, However illogical that it might be, To let him know what it'd be like to be mine, But I breathe… just breathe.

He's in front of me, staring at me with those eyes. Are they bluer when widened in utter surprise? Was his smile so enticing in my dreams just last night? If he knew me, would he still come to me for aid? Can I risk what I have for a promise not made… Or is risking it all what I must do to take flight?

With my "little helper" I feel these emotions, Desire's my companion, and I've got the notion, However illogical that it might be, To let him know what it'd be like to be mine, But I breathe… just breathe.

It's not rational, this desire to scream, Though if I were able, I'd no longer dream. These mistakes that I've made, I'll just make them again. I wish I could turn back the clock.

2 AM and I'm still awake in the dark, With his warmth here beside me, and there's still a spark Of emotions there despite my efforts to quench them. The fear takes control once again, and its' cost… To return to familiar and safe or be lost… Will mean wounding the one I most wanted to trust in.

There's no "little helper"… I fear these emotions. Desire's my companion. Why'd I have the notion? All logic escapes me. Why can't I be free To let him know what it'd be like to be mine? Still I breathe… just breathe. Yet I breathe… just breathe.