Antinomies
Who: Wesley Crusher
What: Variations on a theme. The nightmares return.
Where: Home
When: July 1st, 2009 | Very Early Morning
Rating: N/A for Nightmares and Angst
A force shield had been put up between them. They were near the observation deck of the Enterprise, and Dairine looked terrified as she confronted the barrier but could not break it. Around them, the ship shuddered and buckled violently, panels loosening to vent clouds of searing white steam.
There wasn't a sound being made aside from the strange buzz of Dairine pounding on the force shield. She was screaming, but no sound made it past to Wesley's ears. Somehow, he knew this was Data's doing as well--where he didn't need to worry about one human, two was a problem. He'd cut them off and was seperating the saucer and star-drive sections without any of the normal precautions. The ship was shattering apart at the seams.
"Dairine!" Wes pounded on the force shield nearly in time with her. "Computer, lower shield!"
"Access denied. Enter priority access code Data 1."
"God dammit! Dairine, hang on, just hang on!" Wesley said, rushing over to a wall and removing a panel that would give him a route into the main computer. The problem was, Dairine wasn't watching him anymore--the glass in the observation lounge windows was starting to crack, the tiny fissures spider-webbing across the many-paned surface. The red-head braced against nothing. If the windows failed, Data would not bother to initiate the emergency shielding in time to save her from drifting out into nothingness. Sweat slicked Wes's fingers as he worked, switching command chips, re-wiring protocol curcuits. His stomach swooped and dropped sickeningly when he realized there was nothing he could do. Absolutely nothing.
He was helpless.
With a single desperate look he threw himself against the force shield, weeping.
He whimpered, not wanting to look Dairine in the eye and tell her by that look she was going to die, but wanting to see her one last time. "Dairine...I'm sorry. So...so sorry."
The ship tremored again, and it took Wesley a moment to realize that Dairine was already starting to float off the floor a little, both of her hands pressed to the force shield. In another instant she was ripped mutely away from him in a great tearing of metal and glass, only the memory of red hair billowing ghost-like impressed on the back of Wesley's mind was left.
Wesley shot up from bed, nearly screaming himself hoarse--an arm flailed out and there was a plastic clatter as what Dr. Piece had given him to help him sleep sailed towards the floor and bounced to roll partway under the bed. He must not have taken it before falling asleep that evening--he was too preoccupied thinking about his impending meeting with the Doctor. Too-pale hands clutched his bare upper arms until they bruised. Although he was more inclined to believe this was a dream, part of him was still tempted to shoot off a message to the girl anyway--it took a lot to quell the thought and lower himself back to the bed where he would stare at the ceiling until dawn.
What: Variations on a theme. The nightmares return.
Where: Home
When: July 1st, 2009 | Very Early Morning
Rating: N/A for Nightmares and Angst
A force shield had been put up between them. They were near the observation deck of the Enterprise, and Dairine looked terrified as she confronted the barrier but could not break it. Around them, the ship shuddered and buckled violently, panels loosening to vent clouds of searing white steam.
There wasn't a sound being made aside from the strange buzz of Dairine pounding on the force shield. She was screaming, but no sound made it past to Wesley's ears. Somehow, he knew this was Data's doing as well--where he didn't need to worry about one human, two was a problem. He'd cut them off and was seperating the saucer and star-drive sections without any of the normal precautions. The ship was shattering apart at the seams.
"Dairine!" Wes pounded on the force shield nearly in time with her. "Computer, lower shield!"
"Access denied. Enter priority access code Data 1."
"God dammit! Dairine, hang on, just hang on!" Wesley said, rushing over to a wall and removing a panel that would give him a route into the main computer. The problem was, Dairine wasn't watching him anymore--the glass in the observation lounge windows was starting to crack, the tiny fissures spider-webbing across the many-paned surface. The red-head braced against nothing. If the windows failed, Data would not bother to initiate the emergency shielding in time to save her from drifting out into nothingness. Sweat slicked Wes's fingers as he worked, switching command chips, re-wiring protocol curcuits. His stomach swooped and dropped sickeningly when he realized there was nothing he could do. Absolutely nothing.
He was helpless.
With a single desperate look he threw himself against the force shield, weeping.
He whimpered, not wanting to look Dairine in the eye and tell her by that look she was going to die, but wanting to see her one last time. "Dairine...I'm sorry. So...so sorry."
The ship tremored again, and it took Wesley a moment to realize that Dairine was already starting to float off the floor a little, both of her hands pressed to the force shield. In another instant she was ripped mutely away from him in a great tearing of metal and glass, only the memory of red hair billowing ghost-like impressed on the back of Wesley's mind was left.
Wesley shot up from bed, nearly screaming himself hoarse--an arm flailed out and there was a plastic clatter as what Dr. Piece had given him to help him sleep sailed towards the floor and bounced to roll partway under the bed. He must not have taken it before falling asleep that evening--he was too preoccupied thinking about his impending meeting with the Doctor. Too-pale hands clutched his bare upper arms until they bruised. Although he was more inclined to believe this was a dream, part of him was still tempted to shoot off a message to the girl anyway--it took a lot to quell the thought and lower himself back to the bed where he would stare at the ceiling until dawn.