ᴋᴇᴇʟᴇʏ ᴡʀɪᴛᴇs ᴛʜɪɴɢs → holy crap i haven’t written anything here since like
august of last year - welp, i am once again not feeling
too great so here - have this little one shot, that are
gonna be more frequent because i love these babes.
ᴡᴏʀᴅ ᴄᴏᴜɴᴛ → 1800
ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀs → tanaka matheson ( original character ), Q, jonathan archer,
doctor phlox & porthos.
ᴘᴀɪʀɪɴɢs → hints of archer x ana.
ᴡᴀʀɴɪɴɢs → slight swearing.
“ I wonder which will get you killed faster,” Ana groaned slightly as she tried to push her body off the biobed, her muscles ached and her head started to pound with an oncoming headache. Arms gave out and she fell back against the rather uncomfortable mattress, which caused Ana to give another groan. “ Your loyalty or your stubbornness?” Her loyalty most likely, to each and every crew she served with, but her stubbornness always got her into trouble with almost everyone. Once her mind was fixed on something, there was no way you could get her to change it.
Q hadn’t exactly been able to find her easily while she was on the Enterprise ( the NX-01 version that is ), the Continuum apparently decided that they needed some time apart. They were getting too close and the Continuum were getting a little too concerned where this human and Q relationship was going. They seemed to not exactly be good for one another.
Ana winced, before she tried to again. The Lieutenant pushed herself up off the biobed again, this time to turn onto her side - her body screaming at her as she started to twist. She more worried about the fact that anyone could suddenly walk through the sickbay doors and hear them, see Q, who’s presence was hard to miss - but the omnipotent being only held a look of annoyance on his face, his powers suddenly seemed a little more than scary.
“ Oh my stubbornness for sure.” Ana gave a toothy grin, as her eyes slide shut slightly. Finally able to fall onto her side, hands coming to rest over her stomach and hip. There had been a hole there a little over three hours ago. Head resting against the pillow, Ana forgot that Q was even there until he spoke up again. Green eyes opened and found light blue narrowed down at her. She had never seen him so serious before.
“ Tanaka, I had to step in and SAVE you. Again. This can’t keep happening.” The Suliban were a shit of a race - they most certainly liked to target her more often than not, due to her relationship with the Captain. That little tidbit of information had seemed to leak through subspace somehow. But this time it felt different - like the mysterious man giving the Cabal orders had a specific agenda against her this time around.
“ I am grateful for that Q, you know I am. But you gotta wonder WHY the Continuum decided that we be separated?” His arms came to cross over his chest - the current uniform looked good on him. The dark blue really put more emphasis on his light blue eyes.
“ They had no idea what they were talking about.” He sniffed and Ana let a lazy grin pull across her lips.
“ Of course you do. We get each other into trouble. You’re becoming too focused on one human.” The Continuum thought they had to watch over him when he hung around Janeway and Voyager - but Ana, the first human he ever really showed an interest in was something of a problem for the omnipotent beings.” That’s why they threw me across time and space. Closer to my own time and away from Voyager and you.” The Continuum wasn’t all full of pretentious assholes, most of them wanted to LOOK out for human kind - and not let them put themselves in unnecessary danger. Any more than usual.
Q wanted to say something more, his mouth opening and closing. But his eyes narrowed instead even more - before he pushed himself off the other bed, took a step and leaned over her. Pressing a kiss against Ana’s forehead, hands brushing her dark hair out of her face before he disappeared in a flash of white light and Ana stared, slightly stunned, at the spot he had just been.
Okay - that was a little weird. Ana was gonna call out to him but suddenly the sound of claws against the deck plating caught her attention. Ana’s eyes shifted downwards and her lips pulled into a genuine smile. “ Porthos !” She exclaimed as the beagle jumped upwards and rested his paws against the side of the bed. Ana moved her right hand over and petted the animal on the head. “ What are you doing here buddy?”
“ I thought he could give you some company.” Ana let her head tilt to the side ( causing her brown hair to fall around her face ) and her eyes met Jonathan’s. “ I know Phlox sometimes tends to ramble.”
Ana laughed and turned her attention back to Porthos, who seemed to be trying to hop UP onto the bed. Ana let green eyes fall back onto Archer’s, before he moved forward and picked up Porthos and resting him in front of Ana’s stomach. The beagle immediately found a spot and laid down.
“ Thanks Jon. He always does seem to cheer me up.” The Captain hummed, his hand moving from his dog to Ana’s head - fingers lightly stroking her hair.
“ How are you feeling?” He questioned, but Ana’s attention was solely on Porthos, hands running over his fur - trying to ignore the goosebumps that appeared on her arms whenever Jonathan’s skin came into contact with her forehead.
“ I’m fine.”
“ Lieutenant,” the tone was stern and Ana tilted her head backwards with a grin and almost a roll of her green eyes.
“ Okay - I feel like shit but at least my stomach doesn’t feel like it has a HOLE through the middle and my insides are gonna fall out.” The Australian corrected herself and Archer tried not to laugh at that, but. His hand moved away from her head ( Ana almost whining at the loss of contact. ) and sat on the bed that Q had just been occupying.
“ Phlox said there was no major or permanent damage but you’ll be sore for a couple of days.” Ana knew that, Phlox had been by an hour before to give her an update, she may be a midwife - but she was still Phlox’s nurse, she knew what all the big fancy words meant.
“ I know - no shifts for me. Bed rest and Porthos visits.” Ana replied, hands brushing at the dogs ears, who had moved positions and now had his chin resting on Ana’s hip.
“ Will you actually honour those orders this time?” Archer questioned, arms coming to cross over his chest. Ana scrunched her nose at him.
“ Yes - I will. Not everyday you’re kidnapped and tortured by a group of racialists that want you dead.” It was scary - they knew she was a time traveler, Silik knew she wasn’t from this time - or any future, but the past and he wanted to know how the hell she had got here and whether or not she was going to screw up their plans. Not that they reviled any of them to her ( which would have been rather handy. ) - hell even Daniels knew she was a traveler as well.
He had cornered her almost the second day she was officially welcomed on board ( the Continuum was rather good at falsifying documentation. ) and told her that something about her was wrong. Ana had to play it dumb, asked him what the hell he was talking about - but unfortunately for her, she was given HIM as a roommate - rather strong coincidence.
“ Ana, I am sorry,” Green eyes snapped back to Jonathan and brought her out of her thoughts. Daniels was dead and it was Silik who had the honours. They had tried to kill her as well - just in case she tried anything, but Malcolm and Chuck were her knights in blue armor. ( with a little bit of help from Q. )
“ It’s not your fault.” she mumbled, eyes dropping to look at Porthos’ sleeping body. “ I was careless enough to wander from the group. I wasn’t paying attention.”
“ I wasn’t either.” Ana smiled slightly. They could argue like this for hours, it was common for BOTH of them to have a rather pointless argument over who was right - or something else.
“ Yeah - well, I’m alive and back home, with only a minor flesh wound.” Though lets not forget the three broken ribs, one broken hand, dislocated shoulder and bruised thigh. “ Thanks to my knights in shining armor.” She heard Jonathan chuckle when the doors to the Medbay opened. Porthos’ head lifted from Ana’s hip and he offered one small bark.
“ Hey.” Archer scolded and the beagle whined softly, placing his head back down. “ Doctor.” Phlox came strolling back in with a crewman in tow. “ What happened?” Archer got off the biobed next to Ana and went to be a captain.
The Australian let her hand rest on Porthos’ back, the soft warm fur and the way his body expanded every time he took a small breath caused her to be a little more relaxed. Ana shifted then, to lie on her back again. Wincing once more, Porthos gave a rather low grumpy growl, to which Ana snorted at. “ You’ll be fine.” she muttered. “ I’m the one with the flesh wound.” Before her eyes slid closed, and she tried to focus on what the others in the room were talking about.
Engineering wasn’t exactly a safe place for anyone to work. Second degree burns for the poor crewman, he’d have to stay over night nursing the wounds, but other wise he was okay. A little over tired but nothing serious.
“ And how’s our other patient doing?” Phlox questioned, Ana could hear the smile in his voice.
“ She says she’s fine, just a little sore, I think more than a few visits from Porthos will do Ana some good.” The Captain replied.
“ Her vitals do appear to have come up slightly, it’s fascinating how you humans can find comfort in something that isn’t medically proven to work.” Phlox had wandered closer to Ana’s biobed, standing at the end of it.
“ Well, humans and canines have been together for centuries, just nature I guess.” They were using hushed tones as Archer moved to stand near the head of the biobed.
“ She will be fine in a couple of days, Captain.” Phlox sounded further away now. Ana felt Jonathan’s hand against her forehead again, brushing hair away from her eyes. A sigh escaped Ana’s lips. “ Nothing too damaged but then again I am not a psychologist.”
Lips were felt against her forehead and Ana tried to keep her heart from beating over time. “ You be good. I’ll Come back for you when it’s dinner time.” He must have been talking to Porthos, because the beagle replied with a small bark and Ana could feel his tail whacking against her arm. And that was the last thing that she could remember - before her mind shut off and she fell asleep.
SEND ✰ AND I WILL GENERATE A NUMBER FOR WHAT MY MUSE SAYS TO YOURS.
RESULT: (5) ❛ Have you ever been in love? ❜
A barren plateau panned endlessly across the horizon: no shrubs, no slopes, no hills. The land was a uniform gray, the horizon identical in every direction, with no moon or sun shining above, or any sign of life below. It would have been pitch black, but for the faint light of faraway stars, and even then it was uncomfortably dark. The only movement was the clouds of dust, sweeping across the flat earth like a black mist, thickening at times into a dense and blinding storm.
It was stumbling through one of those damned storms that they’d lost sight of the lions, and though Keith knew they couldn’t be far, there were no landmarks, no familiar constellations, and no way to orient themselves. Not in space, or in time— and it was the latter that was starting to weigh on him. How long had they been stuck there—?
Anything would’ve been better than sitting there, doing nothing; but if they walked away, they risked straying even further from the lions and ruining any chance of rescue. The lions could be tracked. Eventually, their teammates would rescue them—right?—and the closer they were to the lions, the better their chances of being found.
In his restlessness, Keith had run through all the stupid shit that lead up to this, the ways things could have gone differently, blaming himself, then Lance, and ultimately getting too tired to bitch or argue anymore. And once the fight went out of him, thoughts of his life before came streaming in. Ever since they’d discovered Blue, there’d been no time to reflect, no room in their war-torn lives for regrets.
Keith kept telling himself he didn’t miss Earth— how he’d never felt at home there; that there was nothing, no one to miss— but right now, he did. Parts of it, anyways. Hearing the waves on the beach where he’d grown up. Seeing the sun set over the mountains in Arizona. All the things he’d taken for granted; all the goals he’d never met, experiences he’d never had.
‘ Hey Lance, ’
Keith’s soft voice broke the eerie silence, sounding almost calm in his exhaustion.
