Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2011 15:53:58 GMT -8
Kelsey came into her quarters and unbuttoned her coat, tossing it across a chair. Her quarters still felt new and unused, a rather depressing feeling that she was slowly lifting in odd moments she caught in between tasks. Several storage containers were still stacked on a chair, though her violin was sitting next to it, just waiting for her to pick it up again. She darted it a regretful glance and headed for the bathroom.
Fifteen minutes later she stepped out in pajamas, and headed for the replicator, grabbing a PADD on her way over. "Chamomile tea, hot," she said, eyes already focused on the PADD as she pondered how to begin her report. She went to her bed and sat down, crossing her legs in front of her. Setting the tea down on the bedside table, she rested her chin in her hand, staring at the still empty PADD.
What to say? -At precisely 1900 hours, I was in the mess hall talking to Jalek Ludir and Yaxley. Then I saw a bright light and thought I heard the voice of my dead boyfriend. I'm in need of psychological help, because he is quite dead, since people don't survive antimatter explosions. In other news, some Q is going to get a slap when I meet him, because he's being a jerk.-
Oh yes, she bet that would go over very well. She was pretty sure that would land her in a counselor's office for the rest of her life.
But she had to deal with Marcel. It was him she had heard, no matter how many times she went over it in her mind and tried to make sense of it. It couldn't have been anyone but Marcel. She could close her eyes and hear him, and see his face along with it...usually poised over that utterly ridiculous swimsuit he'd worn at the hot springs, or blushing under an equally ridiculous hat.
She dropped the PADD on the bed and stood up, walking over to one of the storage containers. She was a fool, she really was. She berated herself as she opened up the container and pulled out a rather rumpled, very crushed, yet equally ridiculous hat. She remembered when he'd gotten it. That little boy from the ship had come up and been talking to them, and the woman at the booth had denied she knew him. And they'd been talking and laughing and having fun...except of course for that odd fortuneteller. Kelsey slid down to the floor, clutching the hat as if it were a lifeline.
This couldn't be happening to her. She'd read books about things like this happening to people, but...they didn't really happen, not in real life. They were ridiculous myths, told to frighten Ensigns and the occasional Lieutenant JG who got a bit too big for his britches. She couldn't believe, couldn't comprehend how the universe could actually do something this ridiculous and absurd. She pressed the hat to her face, trying to stifle the sob that wrenched its way up from her gut, insisting upon making itself known. Then, just as violently, she threw it across the room and stared after it, biting her lip.
"Why?" She asked suddenly, not caring that she was talking to an empty room, that there was no one here to hear her, that the Q probably didn't even exist. "Why are you doing this to me? He's dead! Just let him rest in peace, will you?" She buried her face in her hands, not seeming to be able to wrench her mind away from that moment, that heart-stopping moment...when she'd first realized, when that innocent child had brought such terror and heartache and pain into her life. She still remembered the nightmare climb down to the bottom deck, only to see that woman calmly cleaning up the mess as if it hadn't been Kelsey's heart that had shattered apart there.
"Why?" She murmured over and over again through her hands, which were wet with tears now, though she couldn't seem to stop crying.
Fifteen minutes later she stepped out in pajamas, and headed for the replicator, grabbing a PADD on her way over. "Chamomile tea, hot," she said, eyes already focused on the PADD as she pondered how to begin her report. She went to her bed and sat down, crossing her legs in front of her. Setting the tea down on the bedside table, she rested her chin in her hand, staring at the still empty PADD.
What to say? -At precisely 1900 hours, I was in the mess hall talking to Jalek Ludir and Yaxley. Then I saw a bright light and thought I heard the voice of my dead boyfriend. I'm in need of psychological help, because he is quite dead, since people don't survive antimatter explosions. In other news, some Q is going to get a slap when I meet him, because he's being a jerk.-
Oh yes, she bet that would go over very well. She was pretty sure that would land her in a counselor's office for the rest of her life.
But she had to deal with Marcel. It was him she had heard, no matter how many times she went over it in her mind and tried to make sense of it. It couldn't have been anyone but Marcel. She could close her eyes and hear him, and see his face along with it...usually poised over that utterly ridiculous swimsuit he'd worn at the hot springs, or blushing under an equally ridiculous hat.
She dropped the PADD on the bed and stood up, walking over to one of the storage containers. She was a fool, she really was. She berated herself as she opened up the container and pulled out a rather rumpled, very crushed, yet equally ridiculous hat. She remembered when he'd gotten it. That little boy from the ship had come up and been talking to them, and the woman at the booth had denied she knew him. And they'd been talking and laughing and having fun...except of course for that odd fortuneteller. Kelsey slid down to the floor, clutching the hat as if it were a lifeline.
This couldn't be happening to her. She'd read books about things like this happening to people, but...they didn't really happen, not in real life. They were ridiculous myths, told to frighten Ensigns and the occasional Lieutenant JG who got a bit too big for his britches. She couldn't believe, couldn't comprehend how the universe could actually do something this ridiculous and absurd. She pressed the hat to her face, trying to stifle the sob that wrenched its way up from her gut, insisting upon making itself known. Then, just as violently, she threw it across the room and stared after it, biting her lip.
"Why?" She asked suddenly, not caring that she was talking to an empty room, that there was no one here to hear her, that the Q probably didn't even exist. "Why are you doing this to me? He's dead! Just let him rest in peace, will you?" She buried her face in her hands, not seeming to be able to wrench her mind away from that moment, that heart-stopping moment...when she'd first realized, when that innocent child had brought such terror and heartache and pain into her life. She still remembered the nightmare climb down to the bottom deck, only to see that woman calmly cleaning up the mess as if it hadn't been Kelsey's heart that had shattered apart there.
"Why?" She murmured over and over again through her hands, which were wet with tears now, though she couldn't seem to stop crying.