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The Future, is what you make of it	By : emeraldsyndicate Category: Star Trek > Discovery Views: 539 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Star Trek nor do I benefit financially in any way. I take no credit for these characters, I'm just playing with them, seeking a happy ending to a muse that sat upon my shoulder and murmured "what if...."

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Your little charge was of course horrified with her little face going pale and screwing up like she was about to burst into tears. You of course were trying to console her cradling your ribs and trying hard to actually draw in a full breath while it felt like a band was constricting around your very tender ribs.
“Damn it, Pike, what the hell is that Dr. of yours playing at” the commander had roared, in a loud pissed off voice, as he carefully pulled you to him. He was instinctively shielding your injured side from more accidental damage while Pike reached out to pluck the little Tal from the bed, cradling her against his frame.
“It’s okay baby, its okay Alinate” you try to rasp out in an effort to comfort her as Pike removes her from the room and the Dr. transports in.
Your pulled and cuddled up tight against the commander as he sits on the bed next to you. Your head pillowed on his chest. One arm anchors you to him restricting your movements but preventing any more “surprises” while the other softly and soothingly strokes down your side, across your shoulders, and back again while his voice is a low, calm, controlled, litany designed to comfort. The DOM was in control now with the voice that demanded obedience.
“Its okay now sweetheart, just take slow small breathes, try to relax your muscles… I’ve got you, your safe now.. Its okay now. That’s it my sweet one, slow, slow small breathes.” He whispered against your temple. You were trying to listen, trying to obey as pain stabbed through your side and danced down your arm. In far too much pain at the moment to be able to process that this was not in any way “right”. He was shipping you off his station first chance he got to your knowledge and pretty much thought of you as something to be scraped off the bottom of his shoe.
His eyes turned cold, and icy and his firm authoritative voice, that spoke so gently to you, holds rage and the promise of retribution when he speaks to the Dr.
“Why is she in pain?” he demands through clenched teeth, “why haven’t these injuries been fully treated and healed?”
The Dr looked at him with a goodly amount of anger of his own and answered rather curtly losing his own grip on his temper having been briefed on the latest updates regarding his charge, removed from his care in med lab for “political reasons”.
“She is pain because she fell after being ordered back to work when I had declared her unfit for duty, sir. As per the orders from your office, sir!” he had snapped and watched the some of the color drain from the admirals face and a resigned guilt flare briefly in his eyes but his outrage now spiked kept the Dr. pressing.
”She is in pain because I can only treat so many of her injuries at a time without overloading her system as she hasn’t even had all the necessary inoculations yet. SIR! Meaning her poor system has constantly been under attack by every bug, virus, bacteria and even pollen that’s floated around the station and ship. SIR” Hugh’d watched with a great deal of personal satisfaction as the remainder of the color had drained from the commanders face and decided to twist the blade further and really drive home to their commander exactly how much physical harm had been done before he could even comment on the emotional suffering. The Dr. continued in a supremely pissed off tone..
“She’s been malnourished on top of not sleeping, most likely due to rather horrible nightmares about being shipped off to a penal colony for crimes she didn’t commit. All of which I understand can be laid at your feet. SIR! Then to top it all off, Sir, I’m highly limited in what I can give her for pain control as all of the above has caused some very nasty, unexpected interactions and potentially lethal reactions. Which is why I had been trying to keep her asleep to begin with. SIR! As you’re the one told the nurse not to administer any more sedatives as the Tal ambassador wanted her. Sir!”
The commander had closed his eyes and laid his cheek on the top of your head. His gentle stroking had faltered more than once during the DR.’s dressing down. There was no doubt that is what it was. He had asked and damn, he had he been told.
“So” he said in a quiet controlled voice, his poker face slipping to show the “knife” the dr. had wielded so very skillfully had driven home his point, more than once, repeatedly hitting its mark, with scathing effectiveness,
“Dr., Your saying she needs care and will need care for some time due to the mistreatment she endured while being wrongfully punished. That there is little that can be done for her pain during her recovery, and she needs to be treated gently. Do I have the gist of it Dr.?” he continued without any of the heat a lower officer addressing a superior in such a way would normally garner. The admiral knew he had had it coming, that and more he admitted as he counted the shuddering weak breathes of the woman he held in his arms.
The Dr. merely nodded, his 'fire' leaving him, as he watched the commander with his patient. The captain, he was use to seeing Pike hug, or cuddle someone. The commander though, he seemed to keep everyone at arms length. Not you though. You were being cuddled, comforted, and almost, possesively, sheltered. The admiral was being… affectionate. The Dr.’s suspicions continued to grow as he watched the exchange. He was an observer of human nature and it occured to him that perhaps the admiral had been trying so hard to push you away.. because what he had really wanted was this, to hold you close.
The admiral was continuing to stroke your arm and shoulder softly as you managed to regulate your breathing. And whispering over and over again into your hair and against your temple…
“I’m sorry, I am so very very sorry. No more. I promise. There will be no more. You will be safe. My word. Your safe now. Just rest and let me protect you. Shhhh. All you need to do now is rest" he ordered with the DOM slipping into his tone " Just rest.”
“Can I pick her up Dr.?” the admiral had asked. “I’d like to move her into the main room, the couch? Where she can be made comfortable but the child can still interact with her. The Tal ambassador is the child Dr., and the child needs her, far more than we understood.”
The Dr. paused and then nodded, “as long as its understood, gentle commander, and she is not to be allowed to over do. ..”
“Is that alright sweetheart?” The commander had asked softly, with an uncertainty that was rare for him. He had followed that with the offer “or would you rather Chris carried you, I would understand..” he continued the official Starfleet admiral, politically savvy tone, slipping into his voice as he hooded his eyes to hide his own displeasure at the idea of having to give up your care to another. The DOM didn’t like the idea of trusting his fragile little angel to anyone else. She was his.
You looked at the DR. and then the commander and then back to the Dr. before asking the only logical question .
“Ahhh, I ahhh,… I hit my head, right?” at the nod you continued “..so I, I ahhh, I have a concussion, right?” another somewhat confused nod from the Dr. “so… none of this is “real” is it. .. I mean, I’m hallucinating… aren’t I ?” I asked in a confused voice.
“Its pretty damn humbling isn’t it Vance,” Pike had interjected into the silence.
“When the only reason she thinks anyone is treating her with any gentleness or kindness is because she thinks she is hallucinating. It, ..it really does drive it home, doesn’t it.” He had said his voice full of sorrow, regret and more than a little guilt.
“It focuses you on just how bad its been for her, .. I don’t think conduct unbecoming a Starfleet officer is anywhere near enough to cover this” he had said with the little Tal, eyes wide, still cradled in his arms.
“K’wis?” the little tal questioned drawing the attention back to my new ward, although I didn’t understand that yet. “You gonna make boobity berry pancakes for saweesa, right. You suppose t’a make for her. Take care her.”
“yah, yah little one” he said with a smile that didn’t reach his eyes.” Why don’t you come help me while the commander gets her comfortable in front of the fire” he finished while walking back towards the kitchen.
The commander lifted me like I was made of spun glass. I was no little light petite thing but he moved me seemingly without effort and glided smoothly across the room careful not to jar me. My god those muscles I had the chance the think. He was toned and sexy as hell and I was in no position to appreciate it having to focus on keeping my breathing even, deep or sudden inhalations just hurt. I had expected to just be put on the couch and for him to move away, maybe go back to his duties. I was not expecting him to arrange me with my feet up on the couch, my back against his front so he was cradling me, his arm across my waist, my head on his chest.
More, importantly, as far as he was concerned I was arranged with my injured side and arm facing towards the back of the couch where it was protected. He did notice how nicely I fit against him, and thought wistfully for a moment how much he would like to put me on all fours and bend me over the back of the couch resulting in him trying to shift in a way that would not result in me being poked in the back with his “interest”. An admiral was supposed to have more control, even with a deliciously curvy armful. To distract himself he focused on my comfort as only “bad girls” get punished and I hadn’t done anything to warrant “punishment” …yet.

“Ensign” he commanded effortlessly as he made sure I was comfortable the way he’d arranged me, just so to his liking, as she snapped to attention. “Please go replicate a blanket to cover her and keep her from getting chilled… specifically Vance blanket 5”
I couldn’t even fathom the level of organization, or need for control, where even blankets had preferences and priorities, but nothing was really making a lot of sense at the moment. I just really wanted to go back to sleep and escape the dull ache in my side. It was really strange dream I thought to myself. I was in pain, but no monster, no explosions, no radiation, cuddly commander, Captain cooking for me - surreal. I guess I should just enjoy the fantasy while I could.
The commander had continued to stroke my arm and then started to massage my shoulders, oh my good god did it feel good. Those big hands, my god who could ever have guessed they could be so gentle and powerful at the same time. I knew he had a strict exercise regimen and like Pike kept himself in top shape. As we’d have said in the 20^th infinitely “drool worthy” but so far out of my league. I was definitely enjoying this dream, I’d enjoy those hands in a lot in other places too I had thought blushing at the thought prompting the oh so observant admiral to pause and ask me if I was alright, I’d gone flush which only deepened the blush as id no idea how to answer him. I was saved from answering by pike who’d come over with a plate of wonderful smelling pancakes.
Now I was positive I was dreaming. I started to try and sit up to take the plate with a weak smile only to held firmly by the admiral who admonished me with gentle sternness that I wasn’t moving anywhere. I was to sit back and rest. To say I was confused was an understatement as pike cut off a piece and held it on the fork to my lips stating, with that dimpled smile..
“We need to take care of our sweet lady, don’t we”
My choice was to open my mouth and be fed a absolutely decadent morsel while the commander told me “that’s my good girl” to my absolute confusion and the captain looked more and more satisfied with each bite I took. Till I just had to shake my head to which they responded by furrowing their eyebrows unhappily as I quickly said
‘I’m full and my stomach’s been acting up…lately” I had finished lamely and quietly as their eyes got very dark at my words resulting in me tightening up waiting for the explosion.
‘No, no, deep breathe, relax. You need to relax. Let us take care of you.” The admiral rumbled his hands flexing on my shoulders again feeling my whole body go rigid against his and not liking it one damn bit. His DOM had started pacing again like a caged animal, snarling and defensive.
Meanwhile Pike had quickly set the plate aside and had reached out to take my hand in his and massage it in his own saying
“No one is mad at you. I know we’ve given you no reason to trust us but I promise, it will be okay.”
I looked from one to the other then dropped my eyes to my lap unable to relax. I kept waiting for the yelling, the accusations. Pike had lifted my hand to his lips and ghosted his own lips over my knuckles resulting in a quick surprised inhalation from me and the resultant stab of pain from my ribs causing me to cringe.
The admiral responded with his “though shall obey voice” if at maybe 1/4^th the usual volume ordering me to “take small, short breathes, to relax, to close my eyes and lean into him, relax.”
Pike had sighed and looked at vance and said with a grimace and shake of his head “Sir, we can’t order her not to be afraid.” He gave that lopsided dimpled grin and put a hand under my chin to raise my head so it was harder for me to avoid his eyes.
“That’s what’s really wrong isn’t it sweetheart?...your afraid of us now….aren’t you?” he said softly with one hand holding mine and the other under my chin. Tucked against the commander I felt trapped and had no idea at all what the right answer was.
“Look him in the eye” ordered the commander in that no nonsense, obey me now, DOM voice causing me to shudder and snap my head up and look at the captain.
“Good girl” he said “that’s it, we want you to look at us. You are to always look us in the eyes baby.” Chris, sparing an very annoyed look at the admiral and repeating
“you can’t order her not to be afraid Charles. Do you know how many times she flinched when we were yelling at her? You should play it without the sound, just watch the body language and then ask why she is scared. She was run into the ground with those damn tubes she never should have been in, then the issues with the food, the toxic clothes….Damn it Charles, she was hurt. She was hurt with no one to turn to for help. You can’t order her to forget or not to be scared. We want that trust back its going to have to be earned back.. and whether you.. or I… like it. That will take time” he turned his eyes and attention back to me and said softly
“Wont it sweetheart” and brushed his lips across my knuckles again making my heart jump.
“A mistake” I stammered. “You made a mistake… everyone makes mistakes” I’d blathered on trying to figure out what was going on.
“This was no mistake” Charles had literally growled his outrage clear in his voice, causing me to tense up and jump again wincing and crying out at the sudden movement.
“NO! no baby” Chris had said more softly “Dammit Charles, stop it! all your doing is scaring her more. She thinks your mad, at her, and that didn’t go well last time for her, did it” he continued angrily.
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