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[T'Pol's still in the infirmary. She's been having a pretty hard time with it, not that she'd say so. But there are plenty of little clues. Like the way she's tossing and turning in bed. Vulcans don't usually dream. Thus, no tossing and turning. But she's just about managed to kick off the covers, before waking with a very short, very sharp gasp. Nightmares are not logical or natural and she's sitting straight up in bed, clutching her IDIC.]

(((It's the anniversary of her daughter's death and she gets shitty dreams. :< Hard times, T'Pol. Anyone in the infirmary's welcome, multiple threads are rad, etc etc. <3)))

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have a sexby.

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[Sexby had been having difficulty sleeping himself - which was not a particularly usual occurance, because he dealt with nightmares on a regular basis, and managed to force himself through them. The pain in his head and recent memories of suicide tended to break that rule, though. He had been busy trying to bury his head in the pillow and peered out of the corner of his eye to see T'Pol sitting straight up in bed. Maybe, he concluded, that's how people with green blood slept. Or, on second glance, maybe it wasn't. She was definitely awake, and definitely troubled. He sat up himself and called over to her cautiously, and quietly, as not to wake anyone else,]

Madam? [Oh, wait, titles, titles] Commander, is everything all-right?

Oh Sexby. <3

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[She didn't hear him at first, but turned when she realized she was being spoken to. For a moment, she contemplated being completely truthful - the Kir'Shara had made it clear that lying was never acceptable - but sometimes she found it difficult to follow Surak's path completely. T'Pol nodded even while she pulled her knees up toward herchest in a typical not-okay fashion.]

I will be all right, sir. [Eventually, anyway. Half lies are okay, right? Not really.]

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[Sexby raised a slight skeptical eyebrow, then turned to look at her properly,] Which means you are not alright, madam. Do you... do you require any assistance? I can get someone. Or, [He paused with a slight wince, fighting off the headache again] what is wrong? I have no interest in passing it on to others, trust me.

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[She hesitated long enough that it probably seemed like she wouldn't answer.] A dream, [She finally said quietly.] I had a dream.

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[Sexby was almost about to press her further, but still looked at her in surprise when she did reply,] A dream? Everyone has dreams. [He looked down at his hand, unsure what to say next, because he guessed that wasn't the point.] A bad one, I take it? A bad memory, perhaps?

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[T'Pol spared a sideways glance, and shook her head briefly.] Vulcans do not dream. Not under normal circumstances. [She hesitated again, and nodded.] A memory. In a manner of speaking.

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[Sexby vaguely remembered the relationship between green blood and 'vulcan', so nodded,] Do they not? Ah. I can see why it would be so disturbing, then. [He hesitated himself for a moment,] The sort of memory you want to talk about, or the sort I should leave well alone? [Sexby didn't really see the value in talking things through, but if she did, he would go along with it. Besides, he was quite curious as to what would make someone who didn't dream dream.]

have a Peter too. I can edit if you disagree with anything

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[Sometime after Sexby and T'Pol had ended their conversation, Peter came by the Vulcan's bedside, just to check on her, like he checked on everyone in the Infirmary every hour or so that he was on shift. That depended on how much help someone needed or how much time he spent chatting with someone.

The first thing that he noticed when he approached the Vulcan's bed was that she looked distressed. For a Vulcan. Which he didn't have a lot of experience with them but working with McCoy had taught him some things about alien physiology. And Vulcans showing any emotion was big news.

Aliens shouldn't have surprised him, even a little bit considering the fact that he was a human collage of superpowers but it was somewhat shocking to meet one.]

"Commander? Can I get you anything?"

Nope, s'all good.

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[Lifting her gaze, T'Pol stared for a moment, gathering her thoughts before shaking her head minutely.] No. Thank you. [She hasn't kept anything down in days, and throwing up right now is not on her to do list.]

Awesome

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"I know. You don't want anything to eat. But I meant like a book or something." [Peter paused for a moment.] "I'm pretty good at listening too."

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A book would be appreciated, [She said after a brief pause. It was a silent debate whether or not she wanted to s hare the story again, one she wasn't particularly sure of either way. She didn't know Peter very well, other than the fact that he always seemed pleasant.]

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[Peter nodded slightly, like he didn't expect anything else.] "Which one? Or should I surprise you?

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I have no preference. [Surprises usually suck, but every now and then, it's awesome.]

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[Dean wasn't really in the best of moods since his man tantrum and now that the hangover had set in he was feeling even worse. That combined with guilt, he thought might end him.

Still... he was vaguely aware of T'Pol's tossing and turning. If only because that's how he spent his moments of rest as well and its how Sam still spent his nights. He was used to it. When she jolted up Dean raised a hand as if he were trying to will her to calm.]

...You okay?

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[She turned in the dark, searching for the speaker, and took the moment to register Sam's brother before nodding, once. She didn't feel okay, though, and probably didn't look it, either.]

I believe so.

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[Dean gave a roll of his eyes and shook his head.] Don't seem it by my count.

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And what is your count, Mister Winchester? [Maybe it was still a reaction to having dreamt, maybe not, but she was short with him.]

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You've been tossing and turning all damn night. [He frowns somewhat.]

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[Pretty good count. She tilts her head to the side, not meeting his eyes.] I was dreaming.

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[It was a bit later when McCoy approached, all doctor-like business and scanners and shooting looks at any patient daring to be a pain in the ass. He had his scanner by T'Pol's forehead when his tone lowered.]

I heard you woke with a bit of a start there T'Pol. [He said, regarding his readings.]

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[Scanners. Those are annoying, man. Her eyes flicked up toward him, briefly, before shifting away; the IDIC was still clutched in her hand.]

I did.

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I didn't know Vulcans had nightmares. [He said, using his SCANNER, that's right, deal with it, before his eyes turned to her solemnly.] What's going on T'Pol? Even if you don't wear your emotions on your sleeve it's pretty obvious you're more troubled than just from this flood.

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We don't. [T'Pol hesitated and shifted in bed, pulling her knees up in front of her. One hand settled around her ankle, the other holding the necklace against her stomach.] Not usually.

[For a moment, she kept her silence - but her eyes eventually found Bones' face, ignoring the SCANNER, don't wanna deal with it.] It's - somewhat complicated.

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[McCoy eyed the necklace a moment, remembering it very well from the swap.] The important things usually are. [He finally answered, placing his scanner away and leaning against the bed as he regarded her.]

This is the part where you either tell me to beat it or tell me the whole complicated affair. [He prompted, brow quirked.]

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[She pursed her lips slightly to the side was she watched him, before inclining her head in agreement. Captain Archer wasn't here, Phlox wasn't here - it seemed like Doctor McCoy was relegated to Next Best Thing.]

I have only dreamt on a few occasions. I-- [she hesitated a moment, shifting slightly.] I have never dreamt of Elizabeth before. I am not used to my memories being distorted in such a way.