Stardate:70703.2050
Title: Into the Fire
Author: Lair Kellyn
Scene: Holodeck Four/Beach
Time: Following "From the Frying Pan"
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"Did it help at all?"
Salvek tilted his head, his expression questioning.
"Talking to Ashlyn." Kellyn elaborated. "Did it help you at all?"
He thought a moment before replying. "As much as those conversations ever tend to help me, yes. I suppose that it did."
"Do you feel better?"
"I am Vulcan. I do not 'feel' better or worse."
"Liar." Kellyn's expression turned from one of concern to one of anger. "You feel plenty and I know it. You used to choose to share those feelings with me, even if not with anyone else in existence. But not now."
"Kellyn," Salvek's voice almost sounded frustrated. He did not want to discuss this now, or ever.
"Don't 'Kellyn' me. You should know by now, after all that we've been through that you've nothing to hide from me."
*All right,* Salvek thought. *Since she is intent on having this out, we really shall have it out.*
"Do you?"
"What?"
"Do you," he stressed the word, "have something to hide from me?"
Kellyn was awestruck by the question. He almost sounded jealous. "What do you mean?"
"What is the point in my melding with you, my wife, if you are not going to be completely open to me?"
Kellyn's stomach turned. She remembered the last time they had mind-melded. Just after she had returned from the Io and recovered from her injuries. He had suffered a broken arm after the ship had to break free from Arcadia. Neither one of them was at their best at the time.
She had in fact been trying to distract him during that meld, from his questions about that trip on the Io. She had hoped that Morris would be back by now, with Tues safely in tow and then nothing that happened in the interim would matter in the grand scheme. But they were still waiting for word. Still waiting to find out if their friends- their family- were alive or dead. The strain was wearing on them both.
They sat in silence a few minutes, watching as Arie played and sang a little song Kellyn had taught her as the tide came in and covered her toes. Blissfully innocent.
Kellyn felt the tips of Salvek's fingers brush beneath her bangs, across the scar on her forehead. It had remained as it was since Morris had healed her wound in a hurried and halfway manner aboard the runabout. Kellyn had flatly refused to let anyone touch it, saying that if and when her friends came home safely, then she would consider letting the medical staff take a regenerator to it.
"Why do you keep this?" he asked softly.
"Why do you try to hide your scars from me?" she countered, placing her hand on his chest, in the vicinity of his heart. "The only difference between my scars and yours, Salvek, is that most of mine are visible to the naked eye. They're obvious."
He gazed out toward the ocean now, evading her still.
"The fact you can't see your scars," she whispered, "does not mean that they aren't there. They matter to me. Talk to me."
He opened his mouth but before he could speak, they discovered that someone else was there.
"I'm sorry to intrude, commanders," February Grace interrupted, nervously wringing her hands as she stood above them.
"You are not intruding. Sit down, Lieutenant." Salvek invited, feeling as if he had just been saved by the bell, at least for now. "Please."
His feeling of having been rescued was short-lived though, because no sooner had Grace sat down, then the conversation took a sharp turn which blindsided him, and left his cheeks a glowing shade of green.
"Please, don't think me rude, or out of line. But there's something that I just have to ask you two," February began, glad she was hiding under that enormous hat and dark glasses. "Without completely invading your privacy, I was wondering,"
"Go on, February." Kellyn encouraged the shy young officer.
"What can you tell me about Pon Farr?"
Salvek, who had just taken the last sip of his grape juice, choked on it.
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Lt. Commander Lair Kellyn
Engineering Officer
USS Independence NCC-90791
Post 279: Into the Fire
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- Post 466: Those Who Won't Be Counseled
- Post 467: A Visitor
- Post 468: Help Is On the Way
- Post 469: Can't Be Helped
- Post 470: Battle of the Sexes
- Post 471: One but Many
- Post 472: Running for Reece
- Post 473: The Kindness of Strangers
- Post 474: Angels in the Snow
- Post 475: Adrift
- Post 476: Yensul Awaits
- Post 477: Women and Children First
- Post 478: Mothers and Daughters Part One
- Post 479: Mothers and Daughters Part Two
- Post 480: Somehow, It Feels Like Christmas
- Post 481: Overture
- Post 482: Without Fanfare
- Post 483: Welcome to Yensul Part One
- Post 484: Welcome to Yensul Part Two
- Post 485:Alone in a Crowd Part One
- Post 486: Alone in a Crowd Part Two
- Post 487: Home Field Advantage
- Post 488: Florence Nightin-Ensign
- Post 489: The Honeymoon Has To Wait
- Post 490: Tour Guide
- Post 491: Into Focus
- Post 492: Just What the Klingon Ordered
- Post 493: You Did What?
- Post 494: Masquerading As Light
- Post 495: Two Outs, Full Count, Bottom of the Ninth
- Post 496: Tending the Garden
- Post 497: To Mention the Unmentionable
- Post 498: Starfleet Boy Meets Alien Girl Part One
- Post 499: Starfleet Boy Meets Alien Girl Part Two
- Post 500: Reasonable Accomodations
- Post 501: Under the Bus
- Post 502: A Chance
- Post 503: Something Somehow Sacred Part One
- Post 504: Something Somehow Sacred Part Two
- Post 505: Something Somehow Sacred Part Three
- Post 506: In a Dream
- Post 507: Drastic Times
- Post 508: Be Careful What You Wish For
- Post 509: Hot Soup, Familiar Face
- Post 510: This Is Some Rescue
- Post 511: Upon the Housetops Part One
- Post 512: Upon the Housetops Part Two
- Post 513: The Last Thing I Remember
- Post 514: Dialogue
- Post 515: Judgment Day Part One
- Post 516: Judgment Day Part Two
- Post 517: Judgment Day Part Three
- Post 518: Unexpected Help
- Post 519: I Have An Idea
- Post 520: Parting Is Such Sweet. . .Whatever
- Post 521: Saved
- Post 522: Walking Away
- Post 523: Bright, Shiny Objects
- Post 524: Without A Fuss
- Post 525: Wrap Up With A Nice Little Bow
- Post 526: Facing The Future
- Post 527: Until Next Time
- Post 528: The Truth
- Post 529: A New Beginning
- Post 530: The Flames Burn Hotter
- Post 531: Instinct
- Post 532: Preparations
- Post 533: Reality and Guilt
- Post 534: For Their Own Good Part One
- Post 535: For Their Own Good Part Two
- Post 536: Hairspray and Short Skirts
- Post 537: Masquerade
- Post 538: Halloween, Today?
- Post 539: Alter Ego
- Post 540: Flapper Tapper Girl
- Post 541: Can't Get Enough
- Post 542: Commander Who?
- Post 543: The Inmates Are. . .
- Post 544: And They Call Her Sir
- Post 545: Message In A Bottle
- Post 546: Full Disclosure Part One
- Post 547 Full Disclosure Part Two
- Post 548: Rendezvous?
- Post 549: Why the Long Face? Part One
- Post 550- Why the Long Face? Part Two
- Post 551: Why The Long Face? Part Three
- Post 552: Time to Meet
- Post 553: Quicksand, Part One
- Post 554: Quicksand, Part Two
- Post 555) Trapped
- Post 556) Heads or Tails
- Post 557) Take Your Stations Part One
- Post 558) Take Your Stations Part Two
- Post 559) Transponder
- Post 560) Damaged Goods
- Post 561) Damsel in Distress
- Post 562) The Invisibles
- Post 563) Showtime
- Post 564) Full Circle
- For the Crew. . .
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