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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Short but hopefully my muse will continue to murmur....
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Now usually the safety measures on a Starfleet vessel would prevent accidents of this nature but not when they hadn’t been engaged. After all no one would talk to you, you had no computer access, privileges or codes so you had no means of knowing they existed or being able to invoke them. That meant that when you slipped and fell, you kept going, all the way down to the deck, with a rather sickening thud.
You had a moment to register the pain, the sharp snapping sensation in your arm and right side along with the sudden inability to take a breath. Your last stream of conscious thought was that you were going to die, all alone, while surrounded by those who but for your refusal to obey a "god" would have welcomed and cared for you.
You could have had a fairy tale life, happy, safe from harm. But they, they would have been just as trapped as if they were still fated to end up in that horrible chair. Trapped inside a pain filled shell of what they once were or could have been. Alive, because of you, but because of debt and duty to you they would never again truly be able to live. There should never have been a price for their life you had argued, so you had stayed silent. Like anyone would have believed you anyways.
Now, you were going to die, having been thrust 100s of years into the future. Sent here purportedly because a "god of time" had deemed it wasn’t fair you had lost everything, every hope, every dream, everyone. Your very world lost to you forever because of the time war, and the fact you would not let them kill a child.
A child whose name you still didn’t know, but, at least she got to grow up you'd consoled yourself. The time soldiers charging out of the wormhole hadn’t even really wanted the child at the playground you’d been walking past, they were after someone called grayson….in order to destroy someone or something called ….spock.
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