Chapter eight

A/N... I'm really sorry for constantly tweaking and uploading so often, I've never done it one chapter at a time and I don't think I'll do it again haha :) Okay, read on!

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5:00am struck and the captain was beeped awake. His eyes shot open as he answered the call.

"Sir, I thought you should know that one of the detainees has woken from their coma."

He didn't answer as his thoughts buzzed around him.

".. I just thought you'd like to speak with them sir, before their beamed back to the brig perhaps?"

"Oh yes uh- of course. Wait, beamed back?" he said, jumping out of bed.

"Yes sir, the people wanted to tend to the injured prisoners themselves because we weren't as well versed in their anatomy an-"

"Oh yes, I remember now, thank you doctor."

He had O'Brian beam him down and, though he'd just gotten to sleep a few hours ago, he liked the way it felt that night. The black sky was made blue by the moon and the abundance of visible stars amongst the warm breeze tangled with the mist that rose from the distant water. He shuffled across sand that speckled the granite below his feet.

A nurse met him there and led him to the correct room. There he found someone quite the opposite of what he'd envisioned. A girl- the (ITALICS) girl from the footage, the one that neighbored Wesleys cell, he questioned. He thought she had bowed to fate, they all watched it.

"Goodness my dear, what are you doing in this place?" he spoke with protective concern. The nurse delicatley explained her lack of voice that was caused by something in the atmosphere that made it hurt to speak. He concluded that she must have been from the same planet as the other men that ran the prison, explaining why she was beamed along with them. He could see the same sulk in her that Wesley held. The only reason to not celebrate her asylum would be an unfulfilled longing, just the same feeling he'd got from Wesley.

Pity held her arms in his hands as he quickly kissed her on the forehead and yelled, "Feel better!" as he ran out of the door. For a moment he wondered if that was improper but refocused his attention on his destination. He beamed back as soon as humanly possible, where his team was waiting for him.

"Captain, what did you fin-"

"I'm sorry Data, no time for that now." he said, speed walking out of the doors.

"I didn't think he could move that fast." joked Riker as they followed him out. They found themselves following him to a halt at Wesleys door. Without having been given the order or even knocking, Data overrode the door and they watched Picard barged in.

"Wesley, son wake up!" he urged as he shook his shoulder. Wesley groaned in confusion as he rolled over and off the bed.

"Ow," he moaned, his eyes sagging and red wrinkles all over his face from the sheets, his hair all over the place as he sat up.

"We must go, there's someone waiting for you."

He looked up with bewilderment in his half closed eyes.

"What? Wait," he looked to the others, "what are you guys doing in my room?"

"Ugh," Picard growled, yanking him up, "come on already. Carpe tempus!"

He shook the sleep off as he threw on his uniform pants and jacket without zipping it up. They all followed the captain faithfully, passed the transporter and to the very place Picard was admiring the moon not twenty minutes ago. They walked more calmly as Wesley led them blindly, when he very suddenly halted. His eyes drew them to the subject, a focal silhouette in the precise center of the horizon where dusk was just beginning.

The crew watched from afar, stupified and totally stuck on the sight of them. She stood in that same breeze that whirled throughout her like a shadow of smoke and fire. Time hadn't reached the two as he ran to her still silhouette that begged for his closeness. Her arms fell into place around his shoulders as his knees slowly met the ground. Her hands soothed him through his hair. He hugged her legs when she pulled him into her, wrapping her hands around his head. The growing wind blew everything else away, yet they were unbothered in the midst.

He stood, burrying his kiss in her wind blown curls and upon her neck. He held her in a way that would prove his desperation for her permanence in his presence. She closed her eyes as he brushed away her fear with perfection in his touch. His inexperienced kiss could have fooled the wisest as the depth of his love made it so effortless. His hands of rock found hers of glass as their lips finally joined, falling into a sync so flawless it seemed stolen from a love of longer duration.

"I dont understand." he muffled as his mouth was kissing the top of her head.