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with_discipline) wrote2010-08-17 02:21 pm
with_discipline) wrote2010-08-17 02:21 pm
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Prompt Table
| 01. | Hot. | 02. | Cold. | 03. | Day. | 04. | Night. | 05. | Sun. |
| 06. | Moon. | 07. | Stars. | 08. | Light. | 09. | Dark. | 10. | Quiet. |
| 11. | Loud. | 12. | Hate. | 13. | Love. | 14. | Dream. | 15. | Nightmare. |
| 16. | Daydream. | 17. | Past. | 18. | Present. | 19. | Future. | 20. | Awake. |
| 21. | Sleep. | 22. | Brief. | 23. | Forever. | 24. | Emotional. | 25. | Blank. |
| 26. | Life. | 27. | Death. | 28. | Win. | 29. | Draw. | 30. | Lose. |
| 31. | Friends. | 32. | Enemies. | 33. | Black. | 34. | White. | 35. | Embrace. |
| 36. | Strangers. | 37. | Colour. | 38. | Colourless. | 39. | Poor. | 40. | Rich. |
| 41. | Truth. | 42. | Lies. | 43. | Clean. | 44. | Dirty. | 45. | Alone. |
| 46. | Remember. | 47. | Forget. | 48. | Writer's Choice. | 49. | Writer's Choice. | 50. | Writer's Choice. |
19. Future
She was afraid when he dismissed everyone but her. She was afraid when he pressed the phase rifle to her throat. She was afraid when she left her back open to follow his dismissal. It wasn't until she was safe back in quarters she'd taken for her own that T'Pol allowed herself to lean against the wall and breathe. She wasn't supposed to be afraid. She was Vulcan, she was a master of her emotions.
She was terrified.
Eyes closed, T'Pol pressed her forehead against the cool metal of the wall and shivered. It was too cold in here - but then, it was made for a human occupant, whose body was much more accustomed to the cold. Cold was something she'd come to live with aboard the Enterprise - something she'd been forced to grow accustomed to since leaving Vulcan.
Finding the temperature and raising it, T'Pol sat cross legged on the floor, keeping the table and bed between herself and the door. Eyes closed, hands folded in her lap, she meditated, or tried to. Vulcan mantras ran through her head, excerpts of Surak's teachings, definitions and numbers were all focused on until fear faded and logic returned. Returned in part, at least.
Living in fear of Captain Archer and his illogical, dangerous and unbalanced ideas was too overwhelming an option. She had hoped - briefly - that working with him would be possible. As her hands shook, she questioned it.
Two hours later, as she watched him destroy a ship full of fleeing Vulcan rebels, she knew she could not. Fear returned, and no amount of meditation would quell it.