![]() ![]() Hadn’t even give yourself the chance to process this trauma. “Mom, I…” You hadn’t really talked to anyone. “What’s the matter” Your mother asks, but you get the feeling she already knows. “Is it the stress” You both ask, simultaneously.Ī smile graces your mother’s face, and a smile graces your own face. Mind if I join you?” Captain Janeway, your mother, asks. ![]() Watching the stars as the ship passed by. You peer out one of the many windows on the Starship Voyager. You were looking for something stolen from you, something called peace. That was better for you anyway, you didn’t want to talk to anyone right now. Most of the crew was on standby, it was late and people needed their sleep. You walk to an empty hallway, one of the many. Did borg have nightmares? No these were probably just fragmented memories. You had nightmares of wars you’d never been in, of people you didn’t know. Seems like you’d been scared a lot these days. It was late, but you couldn’t really feel it. You need fresh air, as much fresh air as you could get on a ship out in space. Crying, you had been crying in your sleep. You wake up gasping for air, your face damp with sweat and tears. I might redo this, I don’t know how I feel about it currently. ![]()
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