<USS Avalon> Immortal Flow by Li Vilya & Ming Kabuki
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- Date: Sun, 20 Mar 2005 08:29:12 EST
"Love is the immortal flow of energy that nourishes, extends and preserves.
Its eternal goal is life."
-Smiley Blanton
It was a simple joy, to walk hand in hand with Ming, and not have to talk to
him through a force field, unable to touch him. True, she'd only known him
for a short time, and been married to him for an even shorter time, but his
touch was something she couldn't live without. The hand in hand gesture
graduated
to Ming's arm slipping around her shoulders and hers fitting around his.
There were a few smiles as they passed crew mates along their way to the
arboretum. After all the stress and battle, the simple sight of a young and
happy
couple brought them a measure of what passed for normal
"Bear with me, Vilya. Science is not this Kabuki's forte," Ming said after
she'd finished explaining the virus, its M.O., and its effects. "What you're
saying is that it most likely didn't like you because you're Bajoran?"
"That's what it looks like," she told him.
They entered the arboretum, still arm and arm. Vilya sneezed again prompting
a down the line of his nose stare from Ming. He shook his head. Who was he
to argue her out of a cold? She led him to one of the benches the staff had
placed in the room. It reminded her a little of the stone bench where they'd
first met in Golden Gate park.
"So, I didn't tell you the one thing that was giving the med techs and
doctors a bit of reserve about releasing me completely," she began as she sat
next
to him.
"Reserve? What do you mean--are you still supposed to be quarantined?" Ming
asked, his blue eyes widening. He didn't think he could stand that again.
"No, it's not that..." Vilya told him. She reached a hand up to his face,
her fair hand contrasting with his tanned complexion. "What was it that the
picture taking old woman told you again? Tell me exactly."
Although he was confused by the abrupt change of subject, Ming recalled the
words easily. "Her first born will have your eyes, her hair, and a strength
of spirit from both his parents," he replied promptly. "The second time she
said your son. Why?"
Prophets, he's a sweet man but he's a bit dense. She looked up into those
bright blue eyes, trying to picture what a son of theirs would look like.
Would
he really have her auburn hair with his vividly shaded eyes? She remembered
laughing with him, saying that she hoped that future child would have her
nose. Her finger lightly brushed the length of his nose.
"Because I'm hoping he really will have my nose," she said softly as her soft
brown eyes looked into his blue ones.
Those eyes couldn't hide much expression. She'd seen that look in his eyes
before. It was one she'd seen come over him when he was discussing his deep
abiding faith or explaining what he considered every day miracles. The look
slowly moved to his mouth and blossomed into a radiant smile before he spoke.
"Really?" he asked. "No joke?"
"That isn't the sort of thing I'd kid you about," she replied simply.
That was what she intended to say but most of the reply was cut off by his
sudden burst of exuberance. Regardless of who might have been in the
arboretum,
he picked her up and, holding her in his arms, swung her around. Settling
her back down on her feet, he planted a gentle kiss on her forehead.
"Come on, sit back down with me," he said as he settled himself back on the
bench and held out his arm. As she sneezed yet again, he added, "God bless you
and I mean that in every sense. Now, tell me everything."
He was only a single Human, a young man, but Vilya could always feel safe in
his embrace. His presence, his personality, could dispel fear and doubt so
easily. Except this time, he couldn't fight science.
"The virus feeds off of Human DNA. The others were vaccinated but I couldn't
let them do that. It's too dangerous. Because it's so early, there's hardly
enough Human DNA for the damned virus to live off of but they're all going to
watch very carefully. We have to watch him very carefully...him. Oh
Prophets, Ming, we're going to have a baby..." she said softly. "I don't know
if I
can take five months of worrying. All the faith in the Universe can't deny
scientific facts."
"Maybe not deny them but love, and faith, are much a part of the Universe as
science is. We have both of those in great quantities, my dear. I have no
doubt that things will go according to the plan that He has, that the Prophets
have. We can't do anything about it but trust in love and faith," Ming said
softly.
She smiled up at him. She hated feeling so emotional but she knew it was
only going to get worse. Or better, she told herself. "There is one other
thing
we can do," she stated, a slight smile reappearing.
"What's that?"
"Names, Ming. If that old woman was right, our son needs a name..."
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