<USS Banshee> "Hours"
- From: EnsnSaraCrusher@xxxxxxx
- To: ussbanshee@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Tue, 29 Apr 2003 17:04:05 EDT
"Hours"
By Lt. Sara Crusher
The room was quiet except for the sound of soft rhythmic breathing; and dark
except for the dull red glow from the clock on the night table. 2:26 a.m.
Sara sighed softly as she looked at the clock for what seemed like the
hundredth time that night. She turned her head and was once again staring at
the ceiling as she lied motionless on her back. She hadn’t been able to sleep
much and despite the fact that she was exhausted it didn’t seem like she
would be correcting that matter any time soon. Her mind was on fire. There
was too much to think about, to many memories, to many unanswered questions
to sleep.
Her memories of those summers in Ireland played in her head like an old John
Ford movie. The green of the land, the white foam that the waves made as they
crashed against the ancient rocks, the thatched roofed homes with their stone
walls and puffs of smoke billowing from the chimneys; you almost expected to
see John Wayne dragging Maureen O’Hara over the hill and onto the dirt and
stone road that lead in from town. But there wasn’t a tall handsome hero and
a voluptuous Irish heroine in this movie, only a small redheaded girl who
played hide and seek in the cemetery next to the old catholic church with the
local kids while Kathryn and Rhiannon were shopping and socializing in town
with the adults.
There was something else that made this different then a John Ford movie. His
movies always had a happy ending and there didn’t seem to be an ending for
her. Her memories, her movie, just stops. Each trip always ended with Kathryn
and Brennan going to the transport center with her and Rhi, and Sara could
remember the feeling of not waiting to leave, each year that is except when
she was twelve. There was something about that summer that wasn’t right,
something happened but what? She tried to talk to Kathryn about it but she
only told her what she had been saying since that first meeting in the hotel
room, "It’ll all come back in time, Beanie, you’ll know what you need to
know when you need to know it." She would have asked Captain Morrigan, but
with everything that had happened and her surgery coming up, she hadn’t even
told her she knew anything about them.
Sara was brought out of her memories of Ireland and back into the bed she
shared with her Imzadi when she felt a delicate arm wrap around her waist, a
bare leg drape it’s self lightly over her own, and a mane of soft red hair
nestle into that little spot just below her shoulder. Sara seemed to relax
and her mind slowed down as Cyanah snuggled closer to her while she slept,
and as always the outside world seemed to melt away from the simple warmth of
having her so close. Slowly as she gently played with Cyanah’s hair, Sara
fell asleep.
The piercing whistle of an all hands alert and the announcement that fallowed
bought Sara out of a some what uneasy sleep. "All hands.. We have reached
Earth please prepare for planetary docking in fifteen minutes." Sara’s eyes
fluttered open and she looked at the clock again. 8:00 a.m. She was rather
surprised that she had gotten any sleep let alone slept until eight, but when
she realized that Cyanah had held her the either night she knew why she had.
She continued to lie there happily wrapped in Cyanah’s embrace until her name
came shrieking though the comm system.
"Morrigan to Crusher. What’s the status on getting me down there and out of
this," Sara sighed at Morrigan’s use of a Bajoran swear, "chair!"
Sara untangled her fingers from Cyanah’s and reached for the comm button on
the night table. "The surgical team and the specialist are on stand-by, Ma’
am. All I have to do is let them know we’ll be beaming down as soon as the
ship is docked and we’re given the all clear." She explained as she sat up.
"Good," Came the beginning of Morrigan’s reply. "Do what you need and meet me
in the transporter room in fifteen, Morrigan out."
Sara took in a deep breath filling her lungs to their compactly while she
pinched the bridge of her nose. She left the breath out when she felt Cyanah
combing her fingers though her hair. "It’ll be alight, Love. She’ll be on
her way to walking by the end of the day and much less angry." Sara smiled
and kissed Cyanah before getting out of bed.
Doctor Prince had already known that the Banshee was approaching and had his
staff working on the preparations before Sara had called to inform him they
were coming down. He told her to have Morrigan and her self beamed right to
pre-op and everyone else to the family lounge. Cyanah has agreed to accompany
Ms. Morrigan and Sara sent a message to Jvan and was know walking quickly
down the hall towards transporter room one.
The doors to the transporter room opened and Sara was astounded to find she
had beaten Morrigan there. She smiled at the transporter tech and told her
where to beam them and then waited. She sat on the edge of the platform and
mentally went over the surgery detail by detail in case the Captain might
have questions. She had just finished calculating the possible amount of time
the Captain would need to be in physical therapy when the door opened.
"Is everything ready, Crusher."
Sara nodded. "Yes, Ma’am. They’re ready and waiting for us."
Morrigan nodded and then they each took their places to be transported.
Prince explained to Morrigan what they were going to do and what would fallow
and then had her taken into pre-op while he walked Sara to the scrubs area.
After changing from her uniform to the red medical scrubs that were provided
for her, Sara stood in front of the large window that over looked the OR. She
watched them prep Morrigan as she put on the small red hood that would cover
all but her face and found herself thinking not about Morrigan the BBQ Queen
of Starfleet, but of Rhiannon. Sara took another deep breath and let it out
slowly to get rid of the lump in her throat and to keep the tears which made
her eyes glassy from betraying how scared she was. Then she walked into the
OR.
The surgery took nearly four and half hours to complete and as Sara walked
down the hall towards the family lounge, her body reminded her of that with
each throbbing muscle that screamed at her. She was tense form the stress,
score from the tension, drained from worry and her feet hurt! But as she
walked into the lounge all sweaty and worn-out the sight of four worried
faces made her forget all about herself. She looked Ms. Morrigan, Cyanah,
Jvan, and Andros each in the face as she felt the air around her thicken.
Ms. Morrigan stepped forward after releasing Cyanah’s hand and looked Sara
right in the eyes and then she smiled. Sara nodded at her to confirm what she
had been able to see in her eyes before verbally saying a word.
"The surgery went perfectly. There were no complications and she’s going to
make a full recovery; in time. The next step is her therapy but for now she’
s just going to need time to heal."
"Where is she Beanie?" Ms. Morrigan asked.
"She’s in post-op right now but as soon as she’s moved to her room she’ll
be
allowed visitors." Sara smiled when Ms. Morrigan hugged her.
"Well done, Beanie."
The family lounge cleared out quickly and Sara wasn’t really sure where
anyone went except for Ms. Morrigan who decided that she and Cyanah needed
something to eat because they were both to thin and needed to be feed. The
room was quite except for the sound of her and Cyanah’s breathing and it was
dark because Sara had her eyes closed as she lied on the couch with her head
in Cyanah’s lap. She would head back to check on Morrigan soon but for right
now she was happy just lieing there as Cyanah soothingly combed her fingers
though her hair.
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