[Reflections 'Verse] Borne On Wings of Fire and Climbing Higher

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

Upon reflection, considering the particularly bloody-mindedness of the Enterprise crew, his so-called 'insurance policy' probably hadn't been the best idea. Granted, it had kept him safe from attempts on his life. He was, in fact, very much alive. Alive, and in more pain that should possible for any one person to be in. A couple hours in the

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[missgaila]

The days were very quiet in Keenser's little hide-out. Quiet and very long. It was true that the little alien slept at strange hours, as she usually found herself waking up alone and going about her day until Keenser returned, at which conversation was sparse until either of them fell asleep, and she found herself waking up alone again. She learned to accept the silence, to work on her own little projects and familiarize herself with her surroundings - obviously not touching anything, Keenser had made that very clear. It was a dull life, but it was bearable. At least she was breathing.

Though, when considering the aching loneliness such a life brought with it, she wasn't so sure breathing was such a great thing, after all. Not only was she not seeing anyone aside from Keenser, not talking to anyone, not touching anyone, but she hadn't heard a word from Scott since he left. That evening was one she had tried very hard to forget, and in putting such effort into forgetting, hadn't forgotten a thing. He was always on her mind, no matter

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

He mumbled something that might have been an answer, coughed, spat out blood, and managed to rasp, "What the hell d'you think happened?" He didn't bother opening his eyes, didn't bother trying to move. He needed to think, needed to... He need Keenser to go raid Medical. Right. Needed... Hell, he didn't know what he needed. "Sulu happened," he added, before it finally caught up to him that it was Gaila speaking to him, and not Keenser. Eventually, he opened his eyes, decided that it wasn't worth the effort, and closed them again. Passing out and waiting for the pain to go away was looking more and more like the better option.

Verticality still wasn't looking like an option, so he didn't even attempt it. Moving away from Gaila's hands on his face was also not an option, and summarily, was also not attempted. Laying perfectly still, eyes closed, no movement except the steady and painful rise and fall of his chest was an option, however, and one he pursued readily

[missgaila]

Ignoring the sharp answer - this was Scott she was talking to, after all - Gaila did happen to stiffen a bit when Sulu's name was brought up. While she hadn't exactly met him, she had heard a thing or two about the Chief of Security and pilot of the ISS Enterprise, and she had hoped she would never have to meet him. Sulu couldn't have done this alone, though, not such an extensive job. He'd been able to walk all the way here, he could sort of speak, he was conscious. They hadn't beaten him within an inch of his life, but they had very clearly had their fun with him

[lt_cmmdr_scott]

He reached up with agonizing slowness, closing a hand around one of her wrists. One of his fingers stuck out at an angle that was very definitely not the angle meant for fingers to stick out in; the joint was broken or dislocated, one of the two. "Forced me tae..." He opened his eyes for a moment, and closed them again. Both eyes were beginning to show signs of bruising, and it hurt to open them. "Dis... dism... undo the..." He let go of her wrist, gestured vaguely, and dropped his hand down onto his chest, wincing at the pressure on his finger. "Ship won't... if I die."

That seemed to exhaust his currently ability to speak and in spite of Gaila's insistence that he keep speaking to her, he was silent for a long moment, taking stock of what had happened. Trying to add up what hurt and what didn't. Head: Pounding. Eyes: Bruised. Chest: Aching, at least two ribs broken. Finger: Hurt. Everything else: Pain. His side was a mass of bruises under his uniform, breathing hurt, thinking hurt, hell, everything hurt