Opening wounds.

Posted on Tue Jan 4th, 2022 @ 11:45am by Lieutenant Commander Shoniara T’ghann-Travis Dr & Ensign Zack Ravencroft

Mission: Sinister Intentions
Location: Ensign Zack Ravencroft’s quarters
Timeline: After’ All your eggs in one basket’

It was late, she knew she should return to her own quarters but for some reason she did not want to leave. Truth be told she was lonely and to spend time away from work with someone else felt good. Even if she had just beaten the crap out of him and then put him to sleep. She lay there for a while looking up at the ceiling. Her analgesia had worn off and with her half Vulcan healing she did not need anymore. She turned over and looked at Zack's back still dressed in his combat clothes. She touched the shoulder she had recently mended looking at it with her practiced doctors eye and traced her finger down his arm to the fingers that she had also crushed. She winced at the thought and swung her legs off the bed. Her Vulcan halfwould never have rifled through someone possessions but her wilder Risan half thought nothing of it.

She picked up a half used sketch book and idly opened it. The first page was a pencil sketch of a young woman, Dex guessed around the age of about 20 human years. She was beautiful in a sort of ethereal way. Her face was turned towards the artist with a half wistful smile. He had caught her just before she was about to say something her lips slightly open. Her clothing Dex could not recognise but it was the face that drew the watcher in. It was beautiful. The artist had some real talent. She looked at the slightly blurry signature ‘zr’ Zack Ravencroft. She turned the page over and there was another woman, this time a little older, perhaps more her age. She looked like an artists model and was naked turned artfully away and looking round at the artist. Shon wondered who she was, her nose was a little too long and her chin a little too short but her eyes were wide and her shoulders and buttocks perfect. Shon wondered at the skill Zack had.

There was a rustling sound from the bed and she jumped dropping the sketchpad on the floor. Looking round she saw he had just moved onto his back. Surak he looked so young lying there. Not at all like the warrior she had seen down on the planet. She placed the pad back where she had found it. She knew she should sneak out and return to her quarters but she felt so tired of being alone. She made a decision which might not have quite been the right one with hind site but she disrobed and showered, dried off and then got into the bed on the other side from Zack being on top of the bed.

“Computer lights” she said and lay in the darkness. He was gently snoring. She spoke very softly. “It is so nice to be here with another, I get lonely so much, everyone hates doctors, and Vulcans and most people have never met Risans. My husband Mark loved me for who I was but he used to say life was never dull when you did not know when you woke up if you were going to be attacked or made love to.” She stopped, thinking of him. Our daughter Shasta was so beautiful, golden hair like her father, it has been 7 years now and I still think of them every day. We were going to have the whole of our lives together.” She stretched and smelled the masculinity of him on the sheets.

She continued. Starfleet gave me a medal for what I did on Ensara, but I didn’t save them, I was too busy saving colonists whilst my family burnt. I saw them in our home trying to get out as the fire raged, I tried, but I saw them burn, saw the skin on their bodies blacken and their hair begin to burn screaming screaming ‘mummy help me’ she was only 5 years old when she died. I woke 6 months later on Earth, I had been so badly burnt they put me in a coma for all that time, I missed their funerals, not that there was much to bury just lots of ash. I keep the scars on my back to help me remember, but I do not need any help” She could go on no longer and lay there is silence as tears fell from her. Eventually her grief sent her to sleep.

On a subconscious level, Zack had hear her plea of companionship in his sleep and when he woke up roughly an hour after her spoken words, he felt he should help her some way. He looked around and finally woke up enough to realize he wasn't alone. Instantly his face went pale when his mind raced playing out scenarios of what had happened, his memory didn't give any clues, only a blur of what last night was after he got the painkiller.

He moved the best way he could out of the bed, his arm still very sore. He was in panic mode, thinking in his dazed and drugged state he had done something he would normally not do with a clear mind.

Shon was dreaming badly, the flames were so hot as she tried to enter her erstwhile home, Klingons were everywhere but there was no disruptor fire. Klingons liked to kill face to face, to feel their weapons as they sunk into flesh. She had taken a B’atleth from a dead warrior and began to fight killing and maiming as many as she could. She moaned and thrashed about in his bed, the cover came away from her back showing him the horrific scars that scored her back from top to bottom. The nightmare lessened and she went back to peaceful sleep.

Zack saw the nasty scars on her back. A few things went through his mind as he covered her up with the blanket. Things like; why was she naked? Had they had sex? Why hadn't she removed the scars? Those were some of the things he had going around in his mind.

Sighing, he took the sketchbook, and started to sketch, his back was towards her to give privacy. He started sketching her in her skintight workout suit, she had had a very strong and fierce look to her as they started and he wanted to draw it before the memory faded.

She continued to dream, Zack appeared in her mind following another sparring session, he was sweating, his hair plastered to his head. Her Riasan genes took over and she pushed him onto the ground kissing him deeply, she stroked his body feeling him respond. She moaned gently and moved in the bed. “Make love to me Zack” she whispered, her moans becoming louder.

The tip of Zack's pen broke from the surprised movement when he had heard her speak. He turned, trying to see if she was serious, only to notice she was still sleeping. As fascinating it would be to hear what her dreams was about, his respect for her screamed that it was none of his business. He settled down in the chair again, closed the sketchbook and waited. If she would do it again, he would caught to wake her up. At least then she could find sleep in her own place if she needed it, and no-one could hear her dreams.

She went quiet, grabbed his pillow and wrapped her leg around it. His smell calmed her. She was having the best sleep she had had in an age.

After a little while with no words, he got up to get himself some tea. Once seated again, he started to sketch again. He was now drawing a nice snowy landscape, filled with ferns and even a deer.

She woke suddenly then yawned and stretched her body the cover pulling down to just above her hips. She turned….and saw his back. The whole evening came flooding back. She grabbed the cover and backpedaled to the top of the bed. Her face and neck flamed scarlet and she couldn’t speak for a moment.

The usually very articulate doctor could not think of anything else to say. “I erm I, I, SURAK!” She exclaimed.

His head got up from his sketch, but didn't turn. "You should not enter someone else's bed without clothes Doctor..." He said calmly.

She regained a little more calm so long as he was not looking at her. “Yes, I know and I am so sorry it is not professional, I am a Lieutenant and you are an Ensign. I got you back to your quarters and treated your injuries from our sparring and, I was so tired myself I had a shower and just got in to your bed. I had intended to leave prior to your waking but…obviously I did not.

She got out of bed tucking the cover up to her neck and backed round the bed towards the bathroom, backed in and closed the door.

He was reminded by her that he needed a shower himself, he started to remove his clothes down to his boxers as he waited for her.

She dressed quickly in her fight suit which was still cold and wet with sweat. She opened the door and saw him undressed down to his boxers. She took a deep breath her eyes not straying below his neck. “Ensign, Zack nothing happened between us, and I do talk in my sleep so I am sorry if you received an insight into me or my life that was distasteful to you. I fully expect you to report this to the chief medical officer and the captain for me to be disciplined.”

He turned and arched an eyebrow at her. "Are you sure I didn't do anything to you?" He felt relief that it could be so. "Why would I report you for having sexual dreams about me? Any male would be flattered. But I ask you not to sleep in my bed without asking first again."

She stood to her full height feeling better now she was covered. “Ensign, I do not know if you did anything too me. If you had I wish you had wakened me so I could have participated. And you LISTENED TO MY DREAMS? Why did you not waken me? That would have been the gentlemanly thing to do. And believe you me I will never sleep in your bed again, invited or not.” There was nothing more for her to say, she had done something she should not have done and that was feeling secure and comfortable with someone for the first time in years. She pushed passed him out of the door hoping to Surak there was no one to see her.

"Not intentionally!" He called to her, she had spoken it out of nowhere and he fully intended to wake her up if she did it again. So he knew now that he had not done anything stupid, because he would remember that. He rubbed the back of his neck, that outfit of hers was far to damn sexy. "I need a cold shower..." zack muttered to himself, removed his boxers and headed for the bathroom.

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