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Chapter 11; Wasteland

Perpetual darkness seemed to be the only place where anyone could think clearly on this ship. At least, that's what Ryan thought. He laid back on the bed in a spare room as he let his mind try and sort itself out. He wasn't allowed to sleep, and the pain in his knuckles was making sure he wouldn't fall asleep anyway. So he was left alone to think. Think about how he was going to deal with this, and why it was bothering him so much.

He couldn't deny that he grew up a fairly sheltered life. Sure he was forced to pretty much learn how to take care of himself and Claire after he scared off their nanny at the age of thirteen. However, never did they go without something. If they needed something, anything at all, it was available. It made them a bit spoiled, but a month at Starfleet soon changed that.

When he entered Starfleet, he was pretty much a lost puppy. Sure, he had Claire, but most of the time, if they weren't studying, hanging out, or working, he was usually getting her out of trouble. And she was just as lost as him. So he was stuck trying to make it through Starfleet in the engineering field by himself.

Then he met Griffin. Griffin was a junior engineer, and he took Ryan under his wing. Ryan looked up to the man as if he was the god of engineering, and Griffin just simply helped the man out in whatever way he could. Eventually they became pretty close friends, and Ryan found himself being more comfortable in Starfleet.

When he was on the Berlin everything seemed to be turning in his favor. He had made a ton of friends, he was doing well as an engineer, and he had his best friend backing him up. He still felt a little lonely, but he was much too busy to really care all that much. His life was working out for him, and he was enjoying every minute of it.

Then the Aenar ship came into play. Everything changed.

He knew it was wrong, he knew it the moment it was suggested. He had the chance to stop it, to jam the torpedo bay, or just say no, and he didn't take it. He stood back and let them fire on the ship, causing hundreds to die. He felt as if he was personally responsible. He could have tried to convince Griffin what he was doing was wrong, but he didn't. Instead, he let Griffin talk him into keeping quiet and let it almost happen for a second time.

It was horrible, but he wasn't sure that was what made it so unbearable. He could deal with the fact that he was weak, that he could've done something and didn't. He really could live with that.

He couldn't deal with Griffin, or Captain Shay for that matter. He couldn't deal that the man he had looked up to simply shot him pointblank, no second thoughts. Griffin had totally disregarded their friendship and didn't look back. He had never known betrayal like that. He had old high school friends stab him in the back, girlfriends be unfaithful. Yet, never had a friend try to kill him, try to shoot him. It was just something that didn't sit right with him.

His thoughts drifted back to his confrontation with Shay. He knew the captain was not in his right mind. Yet he wasn't prepared for the shot the Captain took, nor was he ready for the sudden feeling he had upon laying on the floor.

It was safe to say that he had never been shot. He had been shot on stun, but that was completely different from actually getting shot.

The pain in his chest was nothing compared to the thoughts going through his head. He thought he was going to die, and there was no way he would've been ready. He was afraid that he would never see his sister again, that he would never get the chance for love. He wanted o get married, he wanted to have kids. He didn't want to die, and more than anything, he didn't want to die alone.

No, the Berlin was not something he wanted to deal with. The fact that the crew had just escaped was not helping. It was only bringing up memories he wanted to forget, and stressing him out. Ryan didn't deal with stress well. He bottled it up and exploded, which often resulted in him breaking something. Now, in light of recent activity, he needed to get over this fear of the Berlin, and he needed to get over it now. He only hoped it would be as easy as it sounded in his head.

"Are you as tired as I am?" Alex asked, leaning against Claire. Both of them were sitting on what they now deemed as 'their chill medical bed' and were about to fall asleep.

"Dude… two days of endless shifts, and the only sleep time is during meals… I'm about to pass out," Claire replied. He nodded and draped an arm over her shoulder.

"A nap would be alright… right?" he asked. She nodded and then shot up.

"No, it won't be. We nap and he finds us. He finds us and it's another day of endless shifts. I can't do another day of endless shifts. I need sleep," Claire said. Alex took a deep breath and ran a hand over his face in order to wake himself up. Claire buried her face in her hands and tried to get her mind to focus. She knew why McCoy was keeping her so busy. If she had a chance to take a real break, she would go and find Ryan, and according to McCoy, he needed his space. She figured the reason Alex was working with her was because he was being punished for something he did.

"Tell me something…" Alex said.

"Like what?" she asked.

"I don't know… something mind blowing," he said. She paused before turning to face him.

"I think I'm dating Kirk…" she said. He paused before turning to her, his eyebrows almost hiding in his hairline.

"You… what? You think you're dating Kirk? You don't know?" she sighed.

"I'm so tired I'm not even sure what day it is," she muttered.

"February first. I know because you're birthday was two days ago." She nodded and fell back on the bed.

"Hmm… okay… I've been dating Kirk for two days…" he raised an eyebrow.

"How did that happen?" he asked. She paused.

"The man has a way with words," she told him.

"Obviously, if he finally got you to sleep with him," Alex muttered. Claire would've hit him, but she was far too tired to care.

"I'm not sleeping with him. We're dating. That's a huge difference." Alex rolled his eyes. And leaned back on the bed as well.

"If you say so… " Claire nodded and closed her eyes for a moment, as Jim's face appeared in her mind. She felt her heart ache as she realized she hadn't seen the captain since the night Ryan had completely lost himself. He'd walked her back to sickbay and wrap his strong arms around her as Claire tried to comprehend the situation. They stayed like that until McCoy stormed into the room and gave Claire hell for her behavior. Jim tried to defend her, but McCoy ended up banning him from sickbay until Claire finished her two weeks of graveyard shifts. All in all, life sucked right now.

"Wake up, Claire," Alex's voice cut through her thoughts as her eyes shot open. Alex had gotten off the bed and was straightening out his uniform.

"What…?"

"McCoy alert!" He whispered harshly. Without a second thought, Claire jumped to her feet and grabbed the closest piece of medical equipment. She looked up to see McCoy's cold glance as he walked past them and into his office without a word.

"Man, that was close," Claire mumbled as she dropped the hypo-spray in her hands and dropped back onto the bed.

"I have an idea. We'll take turns napping and keeping watch for the crazed doctor," Alex suggested, trying to rub the sleep out of his eyes. Claire nodded as she tried to stifle back a yawn, but failed.

"Can I take the first nap?" She asked as she climbed onto the bed and kicked her boots off. Alex nodded and helped pull the sheet over her exhausted form.

"Yeah, go ahead. I'll keep watch and we'll switch in a couple of hours." Alex looked down and realized that Claire was already asleep as soon as her head had hit the pillow. "Lucky bitch…" he mumbled as he turned around to head back to work.

"Just two more days of graveyard shifts before we can get a regular night's sleep again!" Alex declared as he dropped his tray on the table. Claire smiled at Alex's statement as she took the seat next to his.

"Thank god…" she muttered. She saw Colleen walk up and sit across from them and offered her a small smile.

"Hey, you guys look like hell," Colleen said. Claire rolled her eyes.

"Thanks, I feel so much better… Ugh…" Claire moved her tray and let her head rest on the table. Colleen raised an eyebrow and looked at Alex, who looked like he was about to pass out as well.

"Did I miss something?" she asked.

"I miss my bed!" Claire said into the table. Liam sat down next to Colleen and shook his head.

"If you two weren't so stupid, you would be in bed," Liam said. Alex sighed and ate a little bit of his salmon. Claire picked her head up and ran her hand through her messy hair. Thankfully she had been able to skip her breakfasts to shower; or else she would be even more miserable than she already was.

"I hate McCoy… with a passion," she said.

"You and the rest of the staff," Liam said. She sighed and began to eat.

"Have you heard from Ryan?" Claire asked. Colleen shook her head.

"No, I know he's reported back to work… but I'm giving him space." Claire nodded and took a few more bite of her dinner before she pushed her tray toward Alex and laid her head back on the table. Rupert walked over and sat down on the other side of Claire and raised an eyebrow.

"She alright?" he asked.

"No, she's probably going to die from sleep deprivation soon," Liam said. Rupert shook his head.

"Damn shame, she should probably sleep," Rupert said.

"I am sleeping!" Claire snapped. Rupert chuckled and began to eat his dinner. Liam paused as he glanced at the door and watched Ryan walk into the dining hall. "Jeez, has Ryan been up with you guys too? He looks like hell," Liam stated. The entire table looked across the room as Ryan walked through the dining hall. His hair wasn't spiked like normal and lay flat on his head while black bags hung low under his eyes. His grey eyes appeared dull and lifeless as he mechanically walked through the food line.

"Why is everyone just sitting there?" Rupert asked as they watched Ryan take a seat across the room and pick away at his food thoughtlessly. Colleen's eyes followed his every moment, the urge to cross the room and embrace him getting stronger by the moment. Claire too was watching her brother, but she merely looked with worry.

"Remember the night of Claire's party?" Liam asked. Rupert nodded as Liam proceeded to explain what happened over the past two weeks.

"Bloody hell… and none of you bothered to try to comfort him?" Everyone turned to Rupert as he glared at them.

"What are you going on about, Rupert?" Alex asked coldly, but Rupert ignored the icy glare.

"You're all stupid Americans, you know that. He's hurting and he's pushing you away, but what he needs now is a friend," Rupert explained. Nobody said a word as he grabbed his dinner tray and crossed the room to Ryan's table.

"He thinks he's all hot stuff because he's got an accent, huh? Well he's not!" Alex rolled his eyes at Liam's comment as he finished off his dinner.

"We finished dinner early; want to go find a nice bed in sickbay to curl up on?" Alex asked as Claire forced her eyes away from her brother.

"I suppose." They rose from the table, leaving Colleen and Liam to watch Rupert comfort the isolated Conaway. Claire shot her brother one last look as his downcast eyes looked into her own. Her tired grey eyes met his sorrowful grey eyes and for a moment, Claire stopped.

"You okay?" Alex asked, pausing as well.

"I'm skipping graveyard duty tonight. I need to talk to my brother," Claire stated as she turned the other way and headed to sickbay.

"Stop being like this, Ryan. You've got a bunch of worried friends, a concern girlfriend, and a sister who's suffering for trying to be there for you," Rupert snapped as he dropped his tray next to Ryan. Ryan jolted out of his trance as he looked up at Rupert.

"Just go away…" He mumbled.

"No way mate… you've got to face this," he snapped. Ryan sighed and ran a hand through his hair.

"I don't know how," Ryan confessed. Rupert gave a heavy sigh as he watched the man in front of him.

"No one does, mate… how the hell are you supposed to deal with something like this. I mean… some people just keep moving on. They accept the fact that it happened and moved on. Some people dwell on it for years before they figure things out. Some people need to talk it out," Rupert told him.

"I don't know what to do, I've tried to just move on… but apparently only Claire got that family gene. I don't want to dwell on it for years…" Ryan trailed off.

"Well… if you really need to talk it out, I guess we can pretend to be chicks and talk it out. Don't you bloody tell anyone though… I'll probably have to kill you with a wrench…" Ryan let out a laugh and nodded.

"Alright… would you like me to call you Rupette?" Ryan asked.

"Only if you let me call you Ryanna…" The two men laughed before Ryan took a deep sigh and said what was on his mind.

"Can't you cover for me?" Claire asked. Liam sighed and glared down at the petite woman in front of him.

"Maybe Ryan just needs-"

"Liam, please… he's my brother… I need to talk to him," Claire said. Liam paused before nodding.

"Sure. Just know that if McCoy grills me I'm singing like a bird," he told her. She smiled and hugged him.

"Thanks, you're a sweetheart!" she said before taking off. She made it to her brother's spare room in record time, and now found herself frozen in spot. What was she going to do when he opened the door? Would he open the door? How was she going to help him?

She rolled her eyes and pressed the call button on the door and waited. It was a good three minute before she heard someone get up and walk to the door, making her wonder if it was best to even be there. After another minute she moved to leave, but stopped when the door opened and her brother stood in front of her. He must have just gotten out of the shower, because his hair was soaking wet, and it looked like he just thrown some clothes on.

"Claire?" he asked softly. She said nothing before moving forward and hugging his middle, not caring that he was a bit wet. He sighed and hugged her back. "Claire-"

"You can't leave again, you just can't," she told him. He frowned and pulled her closer.

"I'm not leaving the Enterprise…" she pulled away and shook her head.

"No, I'm not talking about you physically leaving. I'm talking about you going back into your little shell and just… not being you. It was hell those six months when you weren't here. You would not believe the trouble I got myself into," she said. He smiled and pulled her into the room. Though he just got out of the shower, he could feel the wet spots that were forming on his shirt.

"Claire-" But his sister cut him off.

"No Ryan, you just can't. It was killing me having you here on the ship, but knowing that you were a million miles away in your head. That night… you told us to get out… I never felt so hurt before in my entire life. Not even when mom and dad practically disowned us. I missed gossiping with you all the time and telling you my deepest secrets. I missed cuddling with you when I was sad. I missed you so much, Ry. Please… just don't ever do that again," she said as sobs overtook her body. Ryan pulled his sister closer.

"It's okay, Claire. I'm alright now. I'm here for you and I'm not going anywhere again. Rupert, he helped a bunch. And I'm ready to talk about stuff if you don't mind listening, and vice versa," he whispered soothingly as he patted Claire on her back. After a few minutes, she finally calmed down and cuddled close to his chest.

"I'm all ears," she told him as she looked up into his eyes. He wasn't lost anymore and she recognized the familiar concerned older brother looked in his eyes.

A few hours later, Claire was jolted awake by a knock on the door. For a moment, she couldn't figure out where she was until a figure stirred next to her. She looked down to find her brother passed out on his bed and the sheet wrapped around them both. The events of the night flooded back through her mind as she remembered falling asleep as both her and Ryan swapped stories from their childhood. Careful not to wake him, Claire got out of bed and crossed the room to his door. The door slid open to reveal Colleen who was wiping her red eyes. It was clear that she'd been crying as she locked eyes with Claire.

"I-Is Ryan in there?" Claire looked back to Ryan, who was still passed out cold and nodded.

"He's sleeping though… you alright?" she asked. Colleen paused before nodding.

"Yeah… it's just… I wanted to know if he was alright," Colleen said. Claire nodded and moved aside.

"Here… there is still a spot open next to him on the bed. You might enjoy it more than I would," she told her. Colleen forced a smile.

"Thanks, but I know you wanted to talk to him…" Claire moved outside and pushed Colleen into the room.

"I'm alright, you need some time with him. I have to get back to sickbay before Doctor McCoy realizes I'm gone," she said. Colleen chuckled.

"Good luck." Claire smiled.

"You too. And if it comes up, use a condom, I'm too young for nieces and nephews," Claire said before walking down the hallway. Colleen rolled her eyes and walked over to the bed, pausing before she laid down next to Ryan and took his hand in hers. He looked so peaceful, it made her heart hurt that he had been going through so much pain. She lifted her hand and let it trace his cheek, enjoying the freshly shaven feel his skin had. The move caused Ryan to stir and he opened his eyes.

"Hey," he muttered, sitting up. She sat up as well and offered him a smile.

"Hey, are you feeling better?" she asked. He nodded and raised his hand to caress her own soft skin.

"I'm sorry," he said, leaning forward and placing a delicate kiss on her forehead. She shook her head and pulled him into a close embrace.

"I'm just glad you're back… I was so worried," she confessed. He pulled away slightly and cupped her face in his hands.

"I'm sorry to have kept you worried," he whispered. She smiled and leaned forward, her lips meeting his in a sweet, yet loving, kiss. He sighed into the kiss and pulled away before kissing her a little deeper. She pulled away and ran her fingers through his short hair.

"Why didn't you talk to me?" she asked softly. He pulled her closer to him, so she was in his lap, and he rested his head on her shoulder.

"I didn't want to talk to anyone, and I didn't want to burden you," he confessed. She frowned.

"I care about you Ryan. That means that there is nothing you can say to me that would burden me. I want to know what's going on with you, and I want you to know what's going on with me. I love you…" He paused, his grey eyes meeting her brilliant green before pulling her into deep kiss. He moved so she was lying on her back, and he was hovering over her.

"I love you too," he replied as he leaned down poured as much passion as he could into their kiss. One of his hands combed through her soft hair as their noses brushed. Colleen moaned into the kiss as Ryan pulled away.

"Not in the mood?" She whispered as he gave her a small grin.

"I'm always in the mood when you're around, but I've got a long day ahead of me tomorrow and I'm sure you do too," he reasoned and Colleen just smiled as she curled back up next to him.

"Fine, I'm okay with that as long as I can stay for the night." Ryan nodded and pulled her close.

"Everything go alright with your brother?" Alex asked as Claire entered sickbay. She looked over to where he was sitting to find him searching through his hand of cards. Liam sat across from him at a small table, fishing through his own cards.

"Yeah, everything is fine. I'm just glad that he's okay again," Claire said as she pulled up a chair next to the men playing cards.

"You get some sleep?" Liam asked. She nodded and watched as Liam put down three of a kind and rolled her eyes.

"You guy are playing go fish?" she asked. Alex shot her a look.

"What would you want to play?" he snapped.

"Poker dude." Liam rolled his eyes.

"We don't have anything to bet on," he pointed out.

"Bet work hours… or don't bet, just play," She said, grabbing the cards and shuffling them.

"How about we play strip poker. I'd like to at least be able to give Kirk advice on your rack before he sees it," Alex suggested. Claire smacked him and ignored the look Liam was giving her.

"Ass," she muttered.

"You and Kirk? What the hell? When did this happen?" Liam asked.

"You win this game of Poker and I promise I'll tell you what happened," she said.

"But… I'm your gay boyfriend…" Claire chuckled and dealt the cards.

"I know, and I'll eventually tell you, but if you want to know immediately you need to win this game," she told him. Liam sighed and looked at his cards, his face fell.

"You've got nothing," Alex said. Liam looked up and furrowed his eyebrows.

"How did you…"

"You don't have a poker face, you need a good poker face," Alex said. Claire chuckled and watched as Liam threw down his cards.

"I'm going to bed, because I am not being punished," He snapped before turning around and walking out of sickbay. Claire and Alex frowned but continued to play their game before someone walked into sickbay.

"I've got it, I have a bit more sleep in me than you," she said. Alex rolled his eyes and began to play a game of solitaire. Claire walked up to the man and forced a smile on her face. "Can I help you ensign?" she asked.

"Yeah… I think I messed up my knuckles," he muttered. She led him to a bed looked up at him.

"Name?" she asked.

"Ensign David Sheppard, Ma'am…" she nodded and grabbed his chart.

"Okay, let's see. I'll have you out of here in a few minutes," she told him as she grabbed a hypo-spray canister and injected him with antibiotics that would speed up his ability to heal for the next sixty seconds. He winced as Claire pulled away and grabbed a cloth to wipe the blood away.

"Thank you," he told her as she looked up into his face.

"You're welcome. Hey, you're the ensign who told my brother about the Berlin at my birthday party, right?" She asked as the memory became fresh in her head. Part of her hated him a little bit for bringing the news that drove her brother crazy, but she knew that it wasn't it his fault. The man nodded.

"I am and I am deeply sorry for the effect it had on your brother. I was not aware of the impact it would have on it, it was merely part of my job to inform him of the situation seeing as he is head of security," David explained as Claire nodded.

"I understand. Don't worry about it. Crap, I'll be right back, We're out of gauze." Claire rose from her seat across from David and left for the supplies closest. Alex glanced over at David who appeared to be scanning sickbay as if his life depended on it.

"You okay there, kid?" Alex asked. David nodded.

"Yeah, I just haven't been in sickbay here before. It's a lot different than it is back at the academy," David admitted. Alex grunted in response before turning back to his cards just as Claire returned into the room.

"Alright David, let's get you out of here," she said happily as he began wrapping up his hand just as a precaution. She hummed as she worked, something she had begun doing as the lack of sleeping began settling in.

"You alright, doctor?" he asked. She looked up and nodded.

"Of course, I'm a bit tired is all," she replied.

"I feel so much better now," he muttered. She laughed lightly and finished up his hand.

"I assure you that I'm alright to help your hand out. It's not surgery or anything," she told him.

"You're a surgeon?" he asked. She nodded and began to clean up.

"Yes I am," she answered.

"How long?" he asked. She finished placing her supplies in its proper place and looked up at Alex, who also seemed a little perturbed by the man's questioning.

"Officially, about two weeks. I've been studying under doctor McCoy for a few months though," she explained.

"Sorry, Ma'am, but you seem like quite an interesting doctor," he said. She nodded and wrote a few things in his chart.

"You're free to go, make sure that you stay out of the fists fights, ensign…" she told him.

"I'll try ma'am, but you know security," he said. She nodded and watched as he left sickbay, his eyes scanning everything he could. She walked over and sat down across from Alex, her eyebrows still scrunched in confusion.

"That guy was…" she trailed off.

"Weird," Alex finished. She nodded and picked up her cards.

"Yeah… So, what are we playing for?" she asked.

"How about this, you win and I'll let you sleep for the next few hours while covering you, and if I win, you have to take your top off," he said. She picked a few cards from the deck and looked up at him.

"You know I'm wearing a dress. If I take my top off, I take my bottom off too," she told him. He simply smirked widely.

"I know, three of a kind… what do you have?" he asked. She smiled before putting her own cards down.

"Full house… wake me around five," she said. He sighed and ran a hand over his face.

"Damn…"

"What do you mean the food generator is broken?" Kirk asked.

"Sorry Sir, we're working on it now as we speak," the engineer said. Kirk sighed and looked back at the few members of his crew.

"Sorry guys…" he muttered.

"What do we do, Jim?" Spock asked as he stood next to the captain. Kirk ran a hand through his hair, deep in thought.

"How long is the food generator going to be out?" He asked after a moment.

"Umm… anywhere from a few hours to a few days," one of the engineers told him. Kirk froze.

"A few days?" The engineer nodded.

"Yeah, we're going to be as working as fast as we can, but we need to be careful with this. One small mistake and every piece of food it makes could be poisonous," he explained. Kirk messaged his temples as he realized how dire the situation was.

"Alright, keep working. Spock, come with me. We're about to deal with a very hungry crew," Kirk instructed as he left for the bridge.

"Of course, Captain!" The engineers called after Kirk and Spock's retreating forms.

"Any ideas?" Spock asked as they entered the lift. Kirk looked up at his Vulcan best friend.

"No idea," he said bluntly and leaned into the wall with a distressed look on his face. His crew was about to face a famine. In space. "Shit…"

And thus we review.

SWfangirl21
Raxsah: Ah yes, Liam is adorable. We've been trying to zap him out of the computer for a couple of months, but we haven't been able to quite get it. We'll let you know when we get it to work. Yeah, poor Ryan. He bitches too much though. He just whines and whines… ugh… what does that say about us if we're writing him?
Jeck: That would be pretty interesting, Liam and Alex. Hehe. Ryan pisses me off too, but the power of the fictional characters is strong. It commands us to write him like a whiny little bitch.

Yayyou
Jeck: Yes.
Raxsah: Yeah… not much to say to that one. Sorry there isn't much of them in this chapter. I promise there will be more in the next chapter… much more.

Parallel Days
Raxsah: Yes, the dinner scene was so much fun to write. Especially since I just made it up off the top of my head during algebra one day. I honestly don't know how the characters get so realistic… they just start to write themselves. I think we based a couple of them off of friends or characters. Calm before the storm… I guess it was… and so is this… just wait till next chapter.
Jeck: You are my favorite reviewer, but shhhhh don't tell the others. I think they'll get jealous of the special bond we have. :3

Jeck: Well, pie. Pie? Yes pie. It's delicious and easy on the eyes. Like this chapter. The next chapter is massively sexy. Like me. :3
Raxsah: And massively creepy too. But I can't lie, it was fun to write. Remember our little contest, reviewer number 50 will get their own story… because we're almost done and have nothing better to do.
Jeck: Yes.
Raxsah: …
Jeck: Penis. Cause it starts with a pie. Like p. And I just like typing with your P key.
Raxsah: Ugh, let's not bring up the P key. Anyway, hope you enjoyed this chapter. Later!
Jeck: *gropes*
Raxsah: Le sigh.