Disclaimer: Star Trek does not nor will ever belong to me. I only own Sonja Laxely.
A/N: This is a response to prettytightkid's prompt: 'First time he saved her.' I hope you'll like it! I apologize for it being so short.
The First Time
He Rescued Her
He could see the exhaustion in her slumped shoulders, the sweat that cascaded down her face like tears, pooling at her neck then dribbling to soak into the sodden shirt her captors had stripped her down to. He could see it in the short shallow breaths she tried so desperately to control.
And in her eyes.
The delicate skin surrounding them tinged a sickly black.
Her head tilted the slightest. Her brows lowered and he could see her wondering what he, the Captain was doing standing in the middle of this enemy ship, right before her.
He tried to smile.
For her.
He had come here for her.