"Missed Opportunities" Lt. Josh Asper Ensign Sara Crusher The night shift had entered Sickbay, working with patients and everything of that sort. Sara Crusher and Josh Asper had been in quarantine for several hours. With no company, they had learned to talk with each other. It was actually quite comfortable; the light had been dimmed because it had increased the severity of the headaches experienced by both people. Josh rolled over on his biobed. Josh gazed towards Sara who was sitting across a narrow space on another biobed, "Sara, are you afraid of dying?" The question took her by surprise. She looked over and Josh who was motionless on his bed. "I?m not afraid of death it's self so much, but of what comes after that." Josh could feel the intellectual possibilities; that factor had been absent from most of the people he talked to on the Banshee. "I?m not afraid myself, I am more worried about what my mother, sister, and brother will do." He rolled over again, now he was gazing and staring at the ceiling. "I worry about them, I don't want to leave them; they need me. I worry about that the most." "That's what I mean about what happens after. What will my family do? My mother will be heart broken; my brother is going to be pissed, and if we do die, I think the ship might want to avoid Earth for awhile." Sara sat on the edge of her bed swinging her feet. She smiled a bit at what she must look like. Then she watched as Josh took a deep breath as if to calm himself. She could feel so many emotions coming from him, emotions she shared. He turned and looked at her again, swinging his own feet off his bed; "I just am not ready to die. I haven't done all the things that I wanted to do. There are so many things and people that I have yet to do and meet. This headache is going to drive me crazy, the hyposprays don't work anymore at all." Josh walked around the beds massaging his temples. "I want to just smash my head with a hydrospanner." Sara stood up slowly so that her own head wouldn't swim. She walked over to the replicator and ordered two hyposprays. "These are the strongest we got." She told Josh as she pressed the tool to his neck and then her own. "I haven't had headaches this bad since my adolescence." She put the empty hyposprays down on the table and then moved once again to stand behind Josh. She was scared, but not of dying. She was scared of leaving a life not yet what it was meant to be Josh let the medicine swim throughout his body, but his headache didn't go away. "I always wanted to go to Paris, the actual place. Now I won't have a chance." Josh sat down on his biobed and put his head in his hands. "I guess that there are a lot of things that I won't be able to do. Damn it, what a way to go, huh? I wanted to die somewhat honorably. Not succumbing to some stupid disease." Sara walked over and pushed the little step stool she kept by her bed closer to Josh's. She stepped up and sat next to him. "I always thought I would be in my mid 100's when I passed. I would go in my sleep, no pain." She moved closer to him taking his hand in her own. Josh looked down at Sara's hand taking his, "You know I always wanted a family. Even if I had to raise them on a ship, I wanted children and a loving wife." He let his stare suggest something, but he quickly changed the subject. "What about you? Did you have someplace you wanted to go, and now won't be able to? Did you have something you wanted to achieve and now can't?" She let the image of Josh chasing a little brown-haired green-eyed boy down the hall away from the bridge play at her thoughts for a moment longer before answering him. "I want to go to Athens. I loved the stories of the old Greek heroes that my Papa would tell me when I was small. I always thought that it would be a wonderful honeymoon place." Sara shifted her posture as she thought about the second half of his question. "I always wanted to be a mother. That's something I still want to achieve. I guess I thought I had more then enough time to get my career in place first though." Josh nodded and looked at her, "I am sure that Terje will come up with something. He always does." He shifted his weight and sat behind her, he started massaging her shoulders. "What a pair we are, huh?" She smiled as she let his fingers knead into her muscles. "Well to tell you the truth, I would have never put money on this happening." Josh stopped massaging her shoulders; he was kind of taken aback. "Really? Why not?" He leaned over her shoulder to look her in the eye. She laughed at the expression on his face. "I didn't think I was your type." Josh countered almost perfectly, "Really? Then what would you define as 'my type'?" She thought a for a second, "Well I'm not sure, but the bad boys normally don't like the goodie-goodies as much as goodie goodies like them." "Bad Boy? What are you talking about?" Josh continued his massage; "I am not that bad, you know." She could feel all the stress and tension just melt away under his touch. "No not anymore, but once you were. Which is not really a bad thing. I've always had a weakness for former bad boys." Her smiled grew with each word she spoke. "Well, lets hope that our first date wasn't our last." He smiled, "So, when do I get to meet your parents?" She laughed out loud which made her head hurt but she didn't care. "Don't worry about our dates, I had had one planed for this Sunday. Guess while have to see if we get to though with it. As for my parents, I like you too much to put you through that. Then again, if you had any kind of history or culture class at the academy, you already know my mother, and if you did, I am already sorry for you." Josh shifted and stood to his feet and walked over to the replicator, he couldn't find what to get, so he walked back and sat down on the biobed. "I can't die, it just wouldn't be right." Sara got to her knees on the bed and moved closer to Josh. She slid her arms around him and put her chin on his shoulder. She held him tight for a long time before she said a word. "We are not going to die Josh." He embraced her as well, "I know, but it is a possibility. Although, having you here makes me a little more comfortable if I have to take that step into death." She said nothing; she just held on tighter.