Re: Shifting colors.mirror_brightlySeptember 26 2009, 09:18:40 UTC
"No, James," Nero called kindly, his voice swinging like a pendulum as he stepped across the human's torso. "You can't sleep yet."
He waited as the Narada gradually swallowed the echoes of Kirk's struggle, the vehemence of George's cries, and his eyes drifted over the pale, bruised line of the human's back. When all was silence again, calm and deathly under the colored lights, Nero leaned in.
"Ayel," he started low, "ketaen." The room was still and he craned his head to meet his First Officer's eyes. The Romulan was staring at him as though he'd become confused in the last few seconds. Had he? He didn't think so. No...no he could see it in the shifting light, feel it in his ribs.
"Just enough to keep him here," Nero added and his eyes drifted back along Kirk's legs and the span of his side before his head turned to match. Behind him, Ayel shuffled, and Nero rocked back onto his heels, crouched over Kirk. His hand slipped out and ran across the hevam's back, over the mottled pattern of white, heaving pink, and slow darkened reds
( ... )
Re: Shifting colors.kirktasticSeptember 30 2009, 20:05:26 UTC
Kirk might have never have seen the inside of the prison-hell before, but he was getting flickers of it now. Feelings, feelings that had texture and taste and imagery, coursed through him and urged him right on. Affecting each other, two enemies, drawn into the same dream-nightmare.
Help me up. Run.
He could do that. Bones needed help. For Bones, he could keep fighting. Just a little longer. He had to force his legs to work, to get them underneath him so that he could balance. One good arm stayed wrapped around his friend, pulling them both up with strength he didn't know he had left in him. Scabs broke open and bled again, and the world tilted at a 90 degree angle.
Kirk was forced to lean against the crates, his entire body shaking as he struggled to keep their combined weight up. Come on, baby... I need you to stand for me. Can't keep us both up. His hand shifted, slippery with blood.
Re: Shifting colors.loyalty_everOctober 2 2009, 02:07:10 UTC
When he was finally upright again, wrapped in arms he trusted, movement in the side of his vision made Ayel turn his head.
Someone running.
(That was Ikeil--the alarms screaming behind them, around them, so loud the stones trembled, so loud his skull bled--Ikeil had turned wrong, slid and slammed into the wall, and taken off down a dark side tunnel that did not scream.
Ikeil hadn't met up with them. Wouldn't be meeting them. Had to forget, name him later, write him down and keep him close, but not now. Had to run.)
Can't keep us both up. The captain was being ridiculous again. Always taking on so much for him.
Ayel's trust was absolute. Affection sneaked out in other ways, other words, but the meaning was the same.
Re: Shifting colors.kirktasticOctober 2 2009, 02:25:55 UTC
There was something deeper then affection that was coming from Kirk in a steady stream, mixed in with worry, fear, and pain. It was simple-not-simple love. He was going to get them home. Had to get them home. They had to... had to...
The thought trailed off, unable to find purchase in his mind. They leaned on each other to keep moving. Need to stop.. your bleeding... The reek of that blood screamed in his mind, staining his hand.
Need to... get home. Home. That was right. Home. Where ever home was, they had to get there. Home. Home was a silver swan in the darkness of the waters.
Stay with me, baby. Stay with me. Don't die. Don't die. Don't die...
Re: Shifting colors.loyalty_everOctober 2 2009, 07:13:59 UTC
Don't die. The chill of it needled down his spine. Bleeding. Was all that his? It hurt so much. They both hurt. But it was buried under this other feeling, warm and sure, deeper than bones, his Bones, theirs now.
This way! Come, heis'he...follow me. Out was this way, just ahead. Never back, only forward. Had to keep moving.
(No time, out of time, the ship was waiting for them, dragged here somehow, somewhere on the surface, banked in blinding cold white, cheap hateful struts bristling all around her like needles in a pincushion. They can't get inside, she's too clever, but they've been trying for years.)
That was home. So close. Still so far.
We can make it. Don't stop now, not for anything, not even for the pain. We'll make it; I'm with you.
They twisted through the corridors and the last one spit them out.
No snow. No ice. Nothing. Black metal and the reek of copper--his blood?--and bits of blinding yellow rolling from the ceiling.
Not Kansas anymore. That was too bewildering, too foreign, something was very wrong here.
( ... )
Re: Shifting colors.kirktasticOctober 2 2009, 12:47:00 UTC
Together, only together, could they make it. Supporting each other, each lost in his own fantasy-dream brought around by their body's way of dealing with something more then it could handle. The common thread of protect-save-hope was all that kept them moving despite the fact that their bodies said otherwise.
Scared? That false bravado came into play in his voice. Hey, don't be scared. You got me and I got you, we can fucking do anything. It was almost instinct just to play up on such a thing, to keep them both calm. There was so much blood, fresh and hot covering Bones, drying and brown-black covering Kirk flecked in red as tattoos broke open again.
Just keep moving. Need to find... find... What did they have to find? Something safe... It took forever to actually think of it. Shuttle. Where the thought came from he wasn't sure, because he was utterly lost. Bones seemed to know where he was going... came... must
( ... )
He waited as the Narada gradually swallowed the echoes of Kirk's struggle, the vehemence of George's cries, and his eyes drifted over the pale, bruised line of the human's back. When all was silence again, calm and deathly under the colored lights, Nero leaned in.
"Ayel," he started low, "ketaen." The room was still and he craned his head to meet his First Officer's eyes. The Romulan was staring at him as though he'd become confused in the last few seconds. Had he? He didn't think so. No...no he could see it in the shifting light, feel it in his ribs.
"Just enough to keep him here," Nero added and his eyes drifted back along Kirk's legs and the span of his side before his head turned to match. Behind him, Ayel shuffled, and Nero rocked back onto his heels, crouched over Kirk. His hand slipped out and ran across the hevam's back, over the mottled pattern of white, heaving pink, and slow darkened reds ( ... )
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Help me up. Run.
He could do that. Bones needed help. For Bones, he could keep fighting. Just a little longer. He had to force his legs to work, to get them underneath him so that he could balance. One good arm stayed wrapped around his friend, pulling them both up with strength he didn't know he had left in him. Scabs broke open and bled again, and the world tilted at a 90 degree angle.
Kirk was forced to lean against the crates, his entire body shaking as he struggled to keep their combined weight up. Come on, baby... I need you to stand for me. Can't keep us both up. His hand shifted, slippery with blood.
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Someone running.
(That was Ikeil--the alarms screaming behind them, around them, so loud the stones trembled, so loud his skull bled--Ikeil had turned wrong, slid and slammed into the wall, and taken off down a dark side tunnel that did not scream.
Ikeil hadn't met up with them. Wouldn't be meeting them. Had to forget, name him later, write him down and keep him close, but not now. Had to run.)
Can't keep us both up. The captain was being ridiculous again. Always taking on so much for him.
Ayel's trust was absolute. Affection sneaked out in other ways, other words, but the meaning was the same.
Hell, I'm a grown man; I can stand. Lean on me.
They were getting out of here.
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The thought trailed off, unable to find purchase in his mind. They leaned on each other to keep moving. Need to stop.. your bleeding... The reek of that blood screamed in his mind, staining his hand.
Need to... get home. Home. That was right. Home. Where ever home was, they had to get there. Home. Home was a silver swan in the darkness of the waters.
Stay with me, baby. Stay with me. Don't die. Don't die. Don't die...
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This way! Come, heis'he...follow me. Out was this way, just ahead. Never back, only forward. Had to keep moving.
(No time, out of time, the ship was waiting for them, dragged here somehow, somewhere on the surface, banked in blinding cold white, cheap hateful struts bristling all around her like needles in a pincushion. They can't get inside, she's too clever, but they've been trying for years.)
That was home. So close. Still so far.
We can make it. Don't stop now, not for anything, not even for the pain. We'll make it; I'm with you.
They twisted through the corridors and the last one spit them out.
No snow. No ice. Nothing. Black metal and the reek of copper--his blood?--and bits of blinding yellow rolling from the ceiling.
Not Kansas anymore. That was too bewildering, too foreign, something was very wrong here. ( ... )
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Scared? That false bravado came into play in his voice. Hey, don't be scared. You got me and I got you, we can fucking do anything. It was almost instinct just to play up on such a thing, to keep them both calm. There was so much blood, fresh and hot covering Bones, drying and brown-black covering Kirk flecked in red as tattoos broke open again.
Just keep moving. Need to find... find... What did they have to find? Something safe... It took forever to actually think of it. Shuttle. Where the thought came from he wasn't sure, because he was utterly lost. Bones seemed to know where he was going... came... must ( ... )
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