by TC Blane
80929.1956
Following His Worst Nightmare
-=Transporter Room One, USS Serendipity=-
80929.1956
Following His Worst Nightmare
-=Transporter Room One, USS Serendipity=-
The voices were distant, muffled and abstract as if he was underwater listening to someone at the edge of a pool talking.
It was dark, but TC realized that his eyes were shut.
He cracked them open slightly and bright blurry light streamed in causing him to close them again. He mind reeled as he tried to figure out what was going on. So he lay where he was, on his back.
Slowly his senses began to align. Touch, sound, and smell finally began to work in unison to put together a complete feeling of where he was. He could tell that he was laying on a hard and cold yet smooth surface. They were other people near him, he could her them talking. His hearing was starting to clear now and he could make out the voices more clearly.
He opened his eyes again to add sight to the equation and squinted against the light as his vision came into focus. Slowly he recognized that he was staring at the upper transport emitters of a transporter pad.
There must had been a problem when they transported him back from Cork. He grunted at the thought that his various body parts may have been misaligned though a freak transporter accident.
* That would just make my day. * He thought.
He lifted his head slowly and took stock of his physical stature, everything seemed to be in its proper place. Well, everything that he could see. He frowned as he noticed that his clothes were different from what he was wearing only moments ago.
He sat up slowly as pain, a racking headache suddenly beset him. He reached up and rubbed his face feeling the rough facial hair on his cheeks and chin.
“What the hell?” He asked out loud.
TC always did have a problem with fast growing facial hair but never within a few hours of shaving. He was just a few hours ago dressed to the nines and high and tight for Keiran’s funeral service, now he was a homeless beggar.
"You're alive! I can't believe you're alive. Keiran...we buried you." Dane’s excited voice rose over the din of the other voices in the room.
TC’s head whipped around towards the voice and found the young man embracing a bear of a man, a man that was supposed to be dead and buried.
“O’Sullivan?” TC barely whispered the name as he tried to contemplate the meaning of what he was seeing before him.
His eyes scanned the room and fell upon the unconscious captain who was being lifted onto a medical hover cart by Commander Salvek and medical staff. Instant concern for her prompted him to move. He attempted to get up quickly sending the room into a frenzied spin. He closed his eyes and was forced to admit that he was in no condition to rush to the captain’s aid. Salvek and the medical team were there so he allowed his concerns to be eased and he decided to take it slow.
Slowly TC stood up using the wall of the transporter pad as support, his head was ringing so bad the room continued to spin. He quickly stretched his arm back over his head and slid his hand under his shirt to touch the skin between his shoulder blades. He was expecting the familiar burn of freshly tattooed flesh that has been touched to come. But there was nothing there. No swelling and no pain. No tattoo.
He looked again at his clothes and those of Dane and the captain. But it was Landry’s outfit that tied it all together. It was hard to forget the heels and short skirt that she had worn for their undercover rescue operation for Carrick.
* What happened? * He thought once again.
Realizing that he had not verbally expressed his thoughts he tried again.
“What happened?” He asked a little louder. He voice was harsh and his mouth was dry.
Commander Salvek turned away from observing the captain who was now being examined by medical staff and approached TC lending a strong, helpful hand to steady the ships Second Officer.
“You have been under the influence of the Slyph.” Savek explained pointedly.
“How long?”
“Since you made your escape with Carrick O’Sullivan.” Salvek explained as he waved over a nurse. “You are still suffering from the effects of their influence.”
TC pushed the nurse back as she approached with a medical tricorder. He looked back to Keiran. “So he is alive?”
Salvek nodded. “His injuries are relatively minor.”
It looked like he would get a second chance to get to know the big Irishman after all. TC glanced at Zanh Liis’ unconscious form on the gurney. They all would be getting a second chance.
“Sometimes good things do happen to good people.” He concluded to the ships First Officer just before the room started to once again swirl.
Salvek looked back at the Captain and O’Sullivan.
“So it seems Mr. Blane.” He continued to stare. “So it seems.”
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Commander TC Blane
Second Officer
USS Serendipity NCC 2012
Commander TC Blane
Second Officer
USS Serendipity NCC 2012
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NRPG Note from the CO:*singing* Have I toooold you lately that I love youuuuuuuu...
I LOVE MY CREW!!!
Luckiest. 'Captain'. Ever. Seriously. ~ZL