Tag: drabble

Cold

Cold.
So. Very. Cold.
Her mind was unable to focus on anything else. She tried desperately to remember how she had gotten here.
How she had gotten so cold.
Flashes of memory.
A shuttle.
Laughter.
Surprise.
Panic.
And pain, so much pain.
Too much pain.
Cold.
There was snow, wet, cold snow.
And at some point, a fire.
Whose heat had long since died away.
Cold, unbearable cold.
White, everything was white.
And red.
Too much red.
Her companion, whose hand had long since fallen limp and lifeless, lay silent.
Too silent.
Cold.
Alone.
Too alone.
And cold.
Too cold.

A Sacrifice

“Chakotay”, I whisper, “I’m so sorry”

“You don’t have to do this Kathryn, we’ll find another way.”

Yes, I do, I want to say.

But instead, I reach for you. Letting myself, for the first time, feel completely safe in your strong arms.

“Time to go.”

I am pulled, roughly, from your embrace. I see the anger and longing flash quickly in your eyes. Then I see your pain.

I cannot bear to see your pain. I look away.

I am so sorry.

“Get them home” I manage, as I lock my gaze with yours, for the very last time.

Beneath

Kathryn Janeway stood overlooking the valley below. The simple dress she wore billowing in the gentle breeze.

It truly was a beautiful planet, a quiet one, teeming with wildlife and greenery. The crew wandered beneath her, enjoying the rare shore leave.

She surveyed the figures. They were relaxed and free. Happy.

Almost.

They deserved better.

She would do this for them.

Anything for them.

The woman began to shiver, though the day was warm. She took a step closer to the edge, closed her eyes, and took a deep breath, just as she felt a hand close around her wrist.

-K

Please

The captain stood before her viewport, her mind a chaos of fear and regret. The chime was unable to penetrate her thoughts, but the man outside was persistent.

Again the sound, breaking the woman from her reprieve.

Kathryn turned to the offending barrier.

“Kathryn?”

Still, she did not speak.

“Kathryn, let me help.”

But the captain could not surrender, not ever.

“Kathryn, please” whispered the man, desperately.

But it was too late. They were all too late.

Today, she paid the price.

Today, she would fix everything.

Kathryn Janeway turned back to the lines of stars, blurred by unshed tears.

-K