|I'm Coming Home
Author: Sci F.I. Warper PM
Sim's last thoughts. Sorry if quotes are not fully correct, I was distraught. R&R.Rated: Fiction T - English - C. Tucker - Words: 423 - Reviews: 4 - Published: 03-27-05 - Status: Complete - id: 2324363
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When I face theses doors, well, I guess it's like facing the veil of death. It's kinda funny, huh. That Something so familiar, ta both of us, can be so dreary. I mean I never expected to look death in the face, much less lie in the lion's mouth.
I shouldn't be dwelling on this, course. With the memories I've made.
And T'Pol's kiss still lingering on my lips. Besides what would Malcolm say.
" Are you losing your treacle optimism?"
Sure, Mal, whatever you say.
The doors open and dad...Phlox stands their prepared. I guess in a way I am his son. Which makes sense why I see his quiver. Funny, I thought the Grim Reaper would be scarier.
Sorry, Trip. You wouldn't expect that of him. I couldn't. Still can't.
" You were a damn good father," I here myself say.
" You were a damn good son."
I can see he's fighting. Hey, I'm fighting back my own tears.
IT"S NOT FAIR! I never ASKED to be created! I never ASKED to die!
Why? I ask myself one last time. I look at Archer and I know.
" You told me that commanding a starship is what you were meant to do. Maybe this is what I was meant to do."
I look him square in the eye.
" Good Luck, captain."
He acknowledges me. I wonder if he understood my meaning. As I look at him Trip's memories ring the answer loud and clear.
There's only one more thing left to do.
I run to the curtain and with a force I've never known I look into his face.
" YOU owe me one," I say.
You owe me big.
I look at him one last time. I look at ME one last time.
Laying down I know I've said all I needed to say. I've done all I've needed to do. I just hope that I'm going out like he would have.
Second thoughts creep into my mind as the Doc inches closer. What about T'Pol? Oh God, what I wouldn't do to taste those lips again. I'd do anything if I knew I'm not causing her pain.
I feel the sedative coursing throug. A filmy darkness surrounds my eyes. I feel my breath start to slow. So tired. My eyes start to close, and my last thoughts are,
" I'm comin, Lizzie. I'm comin home."