<USS Banshee> "Reassured Doubts."
- From: EnsnSaraCrusher@xxxxxxx
- To: ussbanshee@xxxxxxxxxxxxx
- Date: Tue, 6 Jul 2004 00:25:20 EDT
"Reassured Doubts."
By: Lt. SG. Sara Kaelyre
The small digital clock display on the replicator said 2:42am in its block
style neon green numbers. Sara sighed as she rested her forehead against the
cool, smooth surface of the interface. She hadn’t realized it was so late.
She’d
never wanted this project of hers to take what little time she did have with
Cyanah away from them, but the issues with Josh and the pending cross into
Romulan space was forcing her to work on her project after her shifts.
"Computer, tall glass of cold water with six ice cubes." Sara whispered as
she lifted her head from the wall. She rubbed at her tired eyes as she waited
for her glass of water but all that did was make them sting more. The water
appeared on the shelf of the replicator and Sara picked it up. Bringing it to
her
lips, she downed a fourth of it before making her way as quietly as possible
into the bedroom. She sat the glass down on the coaster on her night stand and
then stood there looking down at the curvy form of her wife beneath the hunter
green comforter.
Sara stood there a moment simply watching Cyanah sleep. She could tell by the
way Cyanah was lying there, that she hadn’t been asleep long. Cyanah was
still propped up on her pillows laying on her back with one hand on top of the
book which rested on her chest and the other draped across the pillow near the
top of her head. Sara walked over to Cyanah’s side of the bed and leaned
forward
just a bit and picked up the book, being careful not to wake her. She then
closed the book softly with one hand while the other brushed a strand of long
brilliant red hair from Cyanah’s closed eyes. After placing the book under
Cyanah
’s cup of sh’sarri tea and stealing one more glance at her sleeping wife
Sara headed into the bathroom.
As the hot water beat down on her washing away the sterile antiseptic smell
of her medical lab, Sara wondered not for the first time if what she was doing
was the right thing to do. Where the risks worth the out come? She had yet to
successfully restructure human cells to match those of Vulcan’s; nor had she
had any better luck with restructuring Betazoid cells to match Delosian.
Granted she’d only been at it a few weeks but her reading research had showed
her
that most anti-ageing theories never panned out.
The biggest question on her mind however was not about the work, or at least
the physical part of it, the biggest thing that weighed on her mind was, if
this was such a brilliant idea why did she feel she couldn’t share it with
her
wife? Why was she so worried that Cyanah would react negatively about what she
was up to? Surly Cyanah’d want Sara to find a why to give them more years
together the way they were. She’d want Sara to grow old with her not ahead of
her.
Wouldn't she? She would understand that Sara only wanted what was best for
them, to save her from having to wake up next to someone who looked like Sherry
Lewis, or Charlotte Rae, or worse yet Estelle Gettey!
By the time Sara walked out of the bathroom wrapped in her big fluffy towel
she’d managed to convince herself again that what she was trying to do would
be
in the long run the best thing for them. She pushed all the doubts she had
about what she was doing out of her mind as she dressed for bed and thought
only
of how things would be better once she accomplished her goals.
Sara pulled back the covers of the bed lightly and then sat down on it’s edge
as softly as she could. She felt Cyanah shifting onto her side behind her and
smiled despite her over worked mind. She drank down more of her water as she
tried claming her thought even more so she would be able to sleep for a few
hours, and then she slipped under the covers. Sara snuggled up against
Cyanah’s
back and draped her arm over her waist wanting to be as close to her wife as
she could get. Cyanah snuggled back and Sara smiled into the crook of
Cyanah’s
neck. Yes, having many more nights together was worth it.
Sara closed her eyes and settled in but opened them again when she heard a
soft moan next to her.
"mmmm... Love.... Your feet are cold.."
Sara smiled and whispered an apology, but when she went to move her legs
Cyanah’s hand grabbed on to her thigh and kept it where it was. Sara never
ever
wanted to lose this and she’d be damned if anything even old age was going to
take it away from her.
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