Lt Aine Sherlock - In The Woods

[Aine Sherlock]

((???))

The pain rose and then faded away and Aine knew what that meant. The blurred vision and muffled noise went to blackness and silence. She could feeling her breathing get shallower and shallower.

Her eyes opened. She couldn't tell if she was laying down or standing. Looking all around was bathed in white, a complete contrast to what she'd experienced when CloQ had killed them. She thought to herself that Commander MacKenzie was right. That what CloQ had shown them was some twisted idea of death. This seemed calm rather than like nothing at all.

She looked around and suddenly the area around her transformed. The Cliffs of Kinsale. She watched her younger self, climbing the rocks. She remembered this moment and placed her hand on her right forearm. She knew what was about to happen. The fall that broke her arm. And then it happened. Was this what it meant when people said their lives flashed before their eyes?

The scene changed. Now watching herself only a few years prior to now in the dining room of her parents house. They were trying to calmly explain why they didn't want her to join Starfleet while she tried to yell her own reasons for wanting to leave. She looked upon herself in that moment. Her face was angry but her eyes were sad. She'd made a choice, a choice her parents resented and she couldn't understand why. The younger self stormed out of the room. Aine leaned in to try and hear what her parents talked about after she'd left, but the sounds were just as muffled now as they were then.

Now there was a noisy pub. She walked among the patrons before spying herself and her friends at a table set near the back. She wasn't of age to be in a pub, but that didn't stop her before and it didn't this time. Half of their group weren't old enough. But changing into civvies and acting like they were supposed to be there seemed enough to convince the bartender they could be...or maybe he just knew there was no point in saying no to cadets. She stood near their table, looking over the group and wondering where some of them were now. She smiled and shook her head. Panning her view over to the bar, there he was. Cadet First Class Melvin Hollis Martinson, of course he wore his uniform out, proud as he was to be Starfleet. If only this were real, she could warn herself...naw, she wouldn't change a thing.

She was now in a turbolift. Aboard the Resolution. She looked at herself standing there, nearly out of breath and already biting her lip in nervousness. Gripping a PADD so hard it looked like she could break it. The door opened and she moved quickly to the center of the Bridge.

Sherlock: Commander MacKenzie? Cadet...::eyes roll back in her head::...I mean, Ensign Sherlock. Reporting for duty sir.

MacKenzie: Yes, you certainly are. Welcome aboard, Ensign. You picked the right time – the Captain is about to brief the senior staff about our next mission. You can follow me to the conference room.

Sherlock: Aye, sir.

She suddenly felt pressure on her neck and her hand reached up to feel what was happening...

(( Control Center, Rinascita Station ))

Her eyes opened, for real this time. The pain was back but spiked to a level she wasn't expecting. She pulled in a deep breath of air and screamed out in pain. After the release, she gritted her teeth as hard as she could and tried not to writhe around. She knew what she had to do to let the Doctor help her and fought against every natural instinct to fight.

Sherlock: Jaysus! What happened!?!

Adyr/Yellir/Raban: Responses

Morgan: Lieutenant, I know it hurts… The pain suppressant should start to kick in momentarily, but I didn’t want to risk keeping you unconscious any longer.

It couldn't come fast enough. She looked around as best she could. There was Commander Adyr and Hallia. They were kneeling over someone, presumably Meidra. She didn't want to twist her head around. Looking back up at the Doctor, she knew they were successful, mostly. Despite learning the statistics in training, she never thought she'd end up as one of those percentages. She tried to slow and steady her breathing.

Sherlock: It's good to see you made it, Doctor.

Morgan: response

Sherlock: Any word from the other team? Are they okay?

Morgan: response

She gave a couple quick and sharp nods. He was right, focus on one problem at a time. And right now she was a big problem. If he could get her healed up enough to move, even if it was painful, she could at least be useful.

Sirin: ::waking up:: Might I request some help?

Adyr/Yellir: response

Hearing Meidra's voice told her all she needed to know, they were all alive, if not a little worse for wear.

Raban: response

A new voice, one she didn't want to hear.

oOI'm going to enjoy interrogating him when this is all done!Oo

tag/TBC

Lieutenant Aine Sherlock

Chief of Security

USS Resolution

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