It was time.

The contractions had started when she was asleep, and Tina was so used to sleeping poorly that at first she didn't recognize what was waking her up. By the time she figured it out, she was at about twenty minutes between contractions. She got up and sent Jim a message.

Private to Jim Kirk (original-fineExperiencing early labor stage! Don't ( Read more... )

Private to Spock (sehlatbearI'm not really sure how to ease into this, so: Remember when we talked about your counterpart who is my friend and accidental thought and memory transference? That seems to have happened again. A lot. If you're not busy, I'd really appreciate it if you could sort of take a look at my brain, as it were, and make sure everything ( Read more... )

Talking to Nyota had helped. By the time her friend left, Tina was feeling much more centered, more herself. She got out of bed and washed her face, and combed the tangles out of her hair. She looked at herself for a moment, and then decided to braid it. She rarely had the time or the energy to fix her hair properly, but it always made her feel ( Read more... )

After McCoy left her at the door, Tina walked into her quarters. She took off her clothes. She cleaned her teeth. She got into the shower cubicle.

There was more. She kept remembering more of it, memories that weren't hers. Screaming and blood. Scalpels (no one uses scalpels anymore). That detached, calm smile. Hands, touching clinically ( Read more... )

After receiving a message from Dr. McCoy, Tina went straight to sickbay to hold down the fort until her CMO was able to get his act together. Unfortunately, that meant that she had to change her plans regarding one particular patient.

She sent a message as soon as she arrived.

Private to Spock (mirroredspockSomething came up, and I can't come to you to do ( Read more... )