#thoughtiwasalive

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“...hello.” Shoya slowly peered into the room, confirming that Thomas was nowhere in sight before continuing. “I am sorry for bothering you so late. I did not know where else to go.” Talking to her current roommate about this was out of the question. Despite whatever else had happened, Kara had always been kind to her.

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@thoughtiwasalive | cont.

     “No, I just... Are you like me?”

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@thoughtiwasalive | SC

“Hey, easy, easy. It’s alright, you’re safe. We’re friends! We’re friendly. I promise.”

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Kara shows up on the holodeck, brandishing an oversized desserts tray and an a sparkling grin. "Hi! Hope I'm not... interrupting anything, I simply had a small delivery." Small is an understatement, of course -- yet she still approaches somewhere in-between tentative grace and confident gratitude.

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“Oh, uh... hi, Kara.” Reg hadn’t been expecting her, but he’d sort of gotten used to her showing up unannounced. With... food. Lots of food. “...small...? Right. Um. You know this really isn’t necessary... n-not that I don’t appreciate it or anything like that, it just... isn’t... necessary...”

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“you seem a little lost,” he says around his cigarette, trying not to look too suspicious, despite the hunting knife in his hand.

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THE BRIG - @thoughtiwasalive​

      Kara. Kara. Kara. KARA.

He’d done it for her. Hadn’t he? Of course he had. He did everything for her. But - but - but - Something wasn’t adding up. His brain felt like it was twisting and turning and he couldn’t thinks straight and oh god, it hurt, but he had to figure it out - for Kara. For Kara. For Kara.

      The comms. They were on comms. Kara, and Thomas, and Jones, and - Ensign Rane. She had told Thomas that he was upsetting Kara ( and maybe he was, but not on purpose, no! Never on purpose! ) and that HE DIDN’T CARE. He had wanted to hurt the Ensign, oh yes --- he had wanted to stop her from spreading her lies, stop her from turning Kara against him ( She’d never turn against you, his mind said. She loves you )... then why did he not attack her? Why didn’t he attack Rane?

SHOYA. Oh, no no no no no no no... He’d hurt her. His roommate. Their roommate. He’d hurt her! He had pushed her, and slammed her against the wall, and - and - and --- and now he was in the brig. Starfleet won’t keep you, the voice picked up again. They can’t have officers that attack other officers. It would be foolhardy to think you can stay. 

      His hands went to his hair and pulled, too hard, it hurts, and he let out a jolt of a scream to silence the voice.

Thomas wasn’t at all sure how long it had been since rough hands had shoved him into the brightly lit cell, or how long it had been since a security officer had come over to him and told him to stop screaming, or I’ll make you!, or how long it would be until he was allowed to see her again, Kara, Kara, Kara...

      At the sound of the brig door sliding open, Thomas scurried further into the corner he’d been crouching in. His head was lowered between his bent knees, and he was shaking, he was afraid, he was cold, he was guilty, he was crying ---

His head snapped up when he heard an officer announce a visitor, but upon seeing her - his Kara, she must be so afraid, so disappointed - Thomas immediately buried his head back into his arms, crying all the harder. “Kara, Kara, Kara, Kara...” Each utterance of her name sat between a sob, and his hands once again went to his hair, and pulled.

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“It’s broken?”

“Yeah,” Brooke said with a forlorn sigh, looking at the pile of wreckage in front of them. “I can fix it, but it’ll take,” she frowned, looking pensive as she delicately picked up the drone and looked it over. “A few weeks of work, probably.” She smiled softly. “Might be nice. Haven’t had to fix her in over a year.” | @thoughtiwasalive