Jhara is evil incarnate. And totally doesn't know how to insult people lol
And yes, the walkway is the kind where you can ooo and aah over the fish :)
Once again I apologize for the delay. It's three days short of being a year since I updated. Where has the time gone... and yeah, it's short. I know.
P.S. You get ten points if you know where I got the word "Snard" from :D
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Armas combs a hand through her hair in thought. Grace has been gone too long. She disappeared after the shuttle landed at school the day before and Armas hadn't seen her since. Armas clumsily walks down a school hallway, occasionally calling out Grace's name. Where is that girl?
With a groan of frustration, Armas turns the corner and almost smacks into Commander Cock. She grins to herself at her private joke. She takes a breath and almost says, "Hey cutie," to him, but stops herself before she can break protocol.
"What's up, Commander."
He nods politely. "Cadet Behen." He side-steps her and tries to walk away.
Armas puts a hand up to stop him. "Hey, wait. Have you seen Grace? She's been gone since yesterday when the shuttle dropped us off."
Spock's head shoots up, his face changing from bored to concerned. "Have you searched every building on the premises?"
Armas rolls her eyes. "I'm not a freaking army. I've only searched the dormitories."
Spock grabs her arm and pulls her towards the front offices. Within twenty minutes, he has the entire school searching for Grace.
No one could find her.
Armas and Spock sat together for a break after the search had been going on for two hours.
"I can't believe that we can't find her. With the whole school looking, you'd think…." She takes a swig of Cardassian wine. It always helps her think.
"The whole school is not helping. There were three females that were quite unwilling to offer their assistance. We allowed them to remain in their dormitories." He grabs Armas's bottle and takes a drink, which makes Armas almost choke on her mouthful. Vulcans rarely drank alcohol. Doing so would be 'illogical.'
'He must really like her,' she thinks to herself.
"Let me guess. These three females were preppy beyond all reason and they flipped their hair at you?"
Spock nods, swallowing. "The blonde one mentioned something about Grace being in her worst nightmare."
Armas froze, a lightbulb going on above her head.
"I know where she is."
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"Be it *sob* ever sooo humble *sniffle* there's no place *wipe wipe* like home…." I sing in a shaky voice. The torn sleeve tied over my eyes is growing even more soggy by the minute. Every minute is accompanied by more and more banging against the glass tunnel. As soon as I realized I was trapped in here, I tore my sleeve off and tied it around my eyes, making sure I wouldn't see anything even if I was tempted to peek. I didn't need more nightmare material. Singing is the only thing I have to calm myself down, but after so many hours, my voice is starting to give out.
I stretch my legs out and groan at the cramped pain. I'll be in here forever. Might as well get comfortable. The banging gets louder, so I start playing music in my head. I'm five minutes into Beethoven's 6th symphony before I realize that the banging is also coming from the door now. I sit up and crawl to the door.
"Professor, stop doing that! You're going to hurt yourself!" Armas!
"Stand back, Cadet Behen." Spock!
I try to yell to them, but all that comes out is a squeak. I clear my throat and manage to form words. "Spock! I'm in here!" My hands work to find anything that might help open the door. Before I can find something, my arm is suddenly sliced open by something sharp. I cry out in pain, but it soon turns to terror as the banging underneath me is now more like an earthquake. Great. Now they smell me and want breakfast.
Spock is still outside trying to figure out a way to open the door, but I don't even hear him. My mouth never stops screaming. The sharks suddenly burst a hole in the floor and with each passing minute, I feel them trying to get to me, the blindfold still over my eyes. I'm still screaming. My nightmares are now my reality, and no matter how hard I scream, I won't wake up. Please make it stop. Please say it's over.
The coldness of the tunnel is suddenly gone. I smell Spock's skin against me. He's running with me in his arms. Taking me away from my nightmare.
"Spock…" I say hoarsely. I don't even care that I forgot to call him Professor. Right now he's just Spock. My Spock.
"It is alright, Grace. Do not speak. You will be safe." He runs a hand over my hair and I drift off to sleep.
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