Aemae. (Helen, Ayel, Nero, Vulcan Healer)

[mirror_brightly]

The room was quiet, filled with a lazy sort of trepidation, a silent light. Everything was still and the medicine made it seem heavy. Helen was coming, coming with the healer. Thaessu who wanted into his mind, wanted through his skull

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[loyalty_ever]

It was an old, old step. Forward, center-line and to the right, always to the right--the captain favored his other hand.

What is the current stardate?

It was an old step. It didn't always make a difference.

"She'll call for help," it was a low growl, arms twitched behind his back before they could reach out as he slid past, around, never directly between them. He kicked the table leg in passing. "She'll scream. We'll be blamed."

He showed her all his teeth. Smiling. Polite. Hands shaking with the urge to grab her.

Try it. Please.

[first_noel]

Her heartrate quickened - could they hear it? Her hand flicked towards her phaser, but she restrained herself, didn't grab it. Not yet.

"We agreed to trust each other," she said, tearing her eyes away from Ayel, standing over her with his teeth bared, to look at Nero. She worked to keep her voice steady. She could still salvage this.

"Everything I've done has been in your interest. I wanted to help. I still do." She glanced at Ayel again. "Is this how you repay those who try to help you? Is this honorable?"

Her terror at what she'd seen in Nero's mind wasn't gone, but it had been pushed aside, overwhelmed by the more immediate fear for her own safety. Her mind raced, trying to decide what to do. She may not be able to stun them both quickly enough. She could call for the guards right now. But that would irreversibly destroy any trust they had built up thus far.

She took a breath, bracing herself and looking at Nero. It was up to him.

[mirror_brightly]

"Trying?" He hissed. Ayel was at his side, straight and narrow, like that damned weapon he'd dropped to the ship. "You think trying will convince me? That it is enough?" His voice was raising steadily, his fingers uncoiled tightly and moved at his sides.

"That it will ever be enough to try?" His thoughts jerked and he shook his head, tried to clear them.

His teeth ground against themselves and his leg moved without permission, snapped out and cast the chair behind her against the far wall. It clattered and he twisted, turned away from her and fell into a quick, winding pace.

"Get out hevam." His voice dropped low and cold, the glance to Ayel was silent and old.

[loyalty_ever]

There were years frozen in that look, in that glance, understandings and orders in equal measure. But his pulse hummed high in his ears--his teeth wanted to crack from glinting at her so sharp.

Nero paced, coiled and furious, and he'd always had startling reach from such broad shoulders. An easy mistake, to assume he was less quick with his back turned.

Couldn't let her make it, with those brittle human bones, with her thin human teeth that rattled little human lies.

He'd had exactly enough of being insulted. Didn't even matter anymore, whether it was on purpose, whether she meant it.

"Honorable?" A long slow hiss of air built behind the word, like steam through his teeth. "You dare. That word. With me."

He broke ranks and yanked Helen close.

[mirror_brightly]

He had been cautious, biting as it was, the feel of prickling awareness driven into his spine like hot points, been careful not to rattle the human too far. They were easily breakable, and all the ones he'd shaken had been military trained...or whatever Starfleet called it. She was an idiot, a child, and Ayel had broken stance.

The order, the reprimand, never made it to his tongue. His arms were too coiled, and the fastest answer was a swing. It was uncoordinated, at least relatively, and his fist soft-closed as it caught Ayel in the side. A punch, to the back and side, where they were softest. He didn't know if navigation had the same regime, but it was a spot the infantry instructors had preferred.

There was no stronger order to stand down than the inability to stand.

[loyalty_ever]

She wasn't one of them. She didn't understand. Closing with her was careless. Thoughtless.

Stupid. It flashed through his mind as his knees went liquid with pain and lurched under him.

Even Vulcans didn't know that trick. Or wouldn't use it.

They probably wouldn't fall with their whole weight, either, use the drop to cling tightly to the hinges of their attacker's legs and pull.

[mirror_brightly]

It was inelegant, just as his punch had been, and Ayel had him down on the floor, half on top of the human before he could move. Without his weight off them though, it was a simple matter to kick his legs free, and he did quickly.

"Argere!"

He pushed up on his arms and snarled. "Idiot."

[first_noel]

Helen cried out in surprise and pain as Nero landed heavily on her legs, scrambling backwards as soon as he pushed himself upwards.

Somehow she managed to get to her feet, and she grabbed for her phaser with shaking fingers, whipped it out and pointed it down towards the Romulans, using both hands to hold it steady.

"Stop it," she commanded. "Now." The cell was a disaster, chairs strewn across the floor and the table dented. She guestured towards one of the cots with the phaser. "Get up off the floor and sit down, or I'll call the guards and you'll both be back in solitary. For good."

She was vaguely aware that Nero had stepped in on her behalf, but she didn't care. Things were rapidly getting out of hand, and it had to stop.

[mirror_brightly]

She was threatening to do two things, to kill them, and to make herself a liar. The fall, the exertion had not cleared his head, but it had winded him, and his look was slow as he turned his eyes up at her.

She was shaking, the tiny weapon clenched in her hands. She didn't have it in her to kill them. He levied a spare kick at Ayel for his foolishness and pushed himself up onto his knees.

"If you are going to speak," he hissed as his breath crept back in. "Make it worthwhile."

His chest and head hurt, his spine, his knees, and his hands were filled with splinters of pain. He didn't want to get back up, and the flavor of the swirling in his mind, the nostalgic yellow twist of it, trapped and hovering around jade, around nothing, drained his energy.

He slumped back onto his arms and drew a long breath.

"Get out."

[loyalty_ever]

He just--sprawled a moment, tested the aches and found nothing dire. Didn't quite pull his elbow up fast enough and caught the end of a boot in the nose.

Algere? Dhat, llaekh, dii hrhae'a.

At least it didn't bleed. He'd had that one coming. He was out of bounds, even if he wasn't wrong, exactly.

He hissed, struggled to his haunches--his knees were taking their time about working right.

He scowled up at her, up past the tip of the weapon and right at her.

"Why?" Talking hurt. Was going to for a while. "Why stay?"

He didn't understand it.

[first_noel]

They hadn't listened to her, not exactly, but they'd stopped fighting. It was good enough.

If they wanted to talk, she would talk with them.

Helen lowered the phaser slowly, watching the Romulans for any sign of movement. But she didn't put it away, and she didn't move any closer. She lowered herself to a crouch, ready to run if necessary, to bolt for the door. She looked seriously at Ayel.

"Because I promised to help," she answered. "I can't do that if I'm not here."

[loyalty_ever]

"You promised to help." Standard really was a foreign language. The words were there, but they weren't making sense. "You did."

He blinked, watched her move to a level with him, hand still threaded to squeeze off a shot if she had to. But not aimed, not focused. He squinted hurt to do that, too; he didn't flinch. It was his own fault.

"Hope is a dangerous thing."

[first_noel]

She blinked, surprised at the admission. Nero was glaring at nothing, ignoring them both. It was better than shouting, at least.

"Dangerous," she repeated. "Why do you say that?"

[loyalty_ever]

She was the first person to just ask. Not that he should have ever told her. Nero had no words for either of them, wasn't going to even look at a navigator who didn't know where the hell he was going.

Was withdrawn better or worse or just different? He used to know. Used to extrapolate and hope he knew.

He shivered.

Helen's question was easier, focused. He caught at it.

"It has no place here." He'd never said so aloud before. But it fell to the floor stones and rang true. "It can drive you--" sharp step back, no hesitation, fluid transposition of more meaningless Air, "to distraction. Misdirection. They'll use it on you, but there's no such thing."

It wasn't even bitter. Most facts weren't, anymore.

[first_noel]

She listened carefully. He believed what he was saying, that much was clear. What she had to understand was why he was telling her.

"You don't believe I really want to help you," she said slowly. "Or do you not think that I can?"

[loyalty_ever]

He coughed.

"What I think," he turned the words over slowly. "I think maybe--"

That none of us...

No, that was the wrong tack, too strong an undercurrent, warping the lines of position. But he had no way to take a bearing, in this place.

"It's too easy to cut hope down until it's just wishing." He shifted, folded his palm to the floor, sketched nothing in the nonexistent dust. "You want to help. Be careful it isn't a wish."