stigmaofsuccess: by lj user marshmellin (Isolation)
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Waking up in the camp, on that small, cold cot was a nightmare. Despite assurances that no one ever remembered their time in the Fleet, Julian could, flashes and hints, his enhanced brain refusing to let go of what it had experienced.

There was no time after that for thinking on it. Everything was go, invasions and deaths and horror and then plunging through the wormhole into the safety, comparatively, of the assembled Alpha Quadrant Fleet.

By the time Julian got out of his debriefing, all he wanted was a shower and bed. But when he got to his quarters, all his belongings had been rifled, moved, different smells and different things and Julian balked.

He went to his office, where at least it felt like less of a personal violation and showered there before settling behind his desk. He had slightly over a month of information to catch up on and he doubted he'd be sleeping.

He toyed with messaging the Enterprise.

He didn't. He remembered but Beverly? Almost certainly didn't.

Date: 2016-05-06 02:45 am (UTC)
dancingmd: (he has to wake up)
From: [personal profile] dancingmd
"I remember. He was in the Fleet too, when I first arrived. I..." She frowns. Her one and only conversation with Garak could hardly be described as civil. Granted, she thought she was still in the Alpha Quadrant and didn't yet know that he was from her future, but that wasn't the whole explanation for her attitude. "Does he remember too, I wonder?"

Perhaps an apology might be in order.

Date: 2016-05-13 05:29 pm (UTC)
dancingmd: (jack's uniform)
From: [personal profile] dancingmd
"Of course." She flushes, just a little. "I'm sorry. I didn't think..." He's been through so much, and there's been no time for readjustment.

Date: 2016-05-22 04:34 pm (UTC)
dancingmd: (ouch)
From: [personal profile] dancingmd
She nods. "Years there, years here. It's all still jumbled up. Seeing you, talking to you, helps but... There's a lot to dig through."

Thank god for Deanna.

Date: 2016-05-26 03:23 pm (UTC)
dancingmd: (chinhands)
From: [personal profile] dancingmd
She nods. "Jean-Luc... that is, Captain Picard, had a similar experience as well. He lived an entire lifetime in the span of twenty minutes - though it wasn't for punishment or entertainment. We came to a planet whose civilization had died long ago and they left this mental probe as a time capsule of sorts, so they wouldn't be forgotten.

I, too, often wondered if Atroma employed a similar technology, though would not be surprised at all to find out they are more like the Q in their abilities."

Date: 2016-06-01 11:09 pm (UTC)
dancingmd: (chinhands)
From: [personal profile] dancingmd
“Perhaps.” Beverly’s hand goes to the back of her head, to the spot just behind her ear, where the augment had been implanted. The spot is smooth now, but she can remember the feel of the bump of the implant, like a phantom limb. As much as she dislikes Q, she doesn’t know that technology is any nicer of an idea. “The results were about the same either way.”

Date: 2016-06-09 02:18 pm (UTC)
dancingmd: (rueful smile)
From: [personal profile] dancingmd
"Well, you're not alone anymore. I know we won't be docked here long but you are always welcome to message me aboard the Enterprise."

Date: 2016-06-14 11:11 pm (UTC)
dancingmd: (chinhands)
From: [personal profile] dancingmd
“I appreciate it. No doubt we will both need help working through those memories.” Her brow furrows. “How would you feel about me letting my ship’s counselor know about this conversation? I wouldn’t tell her any details about you, just that it’s been confirmed that I really did go to another fleet.”

Date: 2016-06-28 09:50 pm (UTC)
dancingmd: (head tilt)
From: [personal profile] dancingmd
"That's right, I remember Deanna telling me about that. Sounds as if it is similar to Bendii syndrome, though less severe." She tilts her head - she may not be an empath, but she still knows when someone is dodging an important issue. "You know, I'm sure Deanna would be willing to talk to you too."

Date: 2016-07-02 01:32 am (UTC)
dancingmd: (i'm not buying it)
From: [personal profile] dancingmd
"Yet something tells me you won't talk about it with anyone here either."

Date: 2016-07-02 01:38 pm (UTC)
dancingmd: (i'll tell you one thing)
From: [personal profile] dancingmd
Beverly frowns and slaps the desk, angry on his behalf. "If they dare try to ship you off, they're going to have to deal with me. I will be the biggest pain in the ass they've ever had the misfortune to deal with." And Starfleet, at least, is already very familiar with the folly of standing in the way of a determined Beverly Crusher. "They cannot claim insanity in this, when I can corroborate your story with my own. And even if I couldn't, it's still inexcusable that they have created an environment where you don't feel comfortable seeking the help you deserve because you might be punished for doing so, simply because of a decision your parents made for you as a child. Any officer would be struggling after what you've been through and any other officer wouldn't have to fear what was going to happen to them because they decided to talk to their counselor about it."

Date: 2016-07-02 02:59 pm (UTC)
dancingmd: (concerned)
From: [personal profile] dancingmd
Beverly immediately regrets the slap and the raised voice. A look of pain crosses her face when she realizes that she's frightened him. She turns her hands palms up on the desk in apology, relaxing her angry stance, though she still seethes underneath for how trapped he is by all this.

"It's not just the fleet. It's the camp too. I just..." Her voice grows soft, softer than his. "I don't want to lose you again."

Date: 2016-07-06 11:46 pm (UTC)
dancingmd: (concerned)
From: [personal profile] dancingmd
"I wouldn't ask you to leave Deep Space Nine. That's not what I meant. There's more than one way to lose someone."

Date: 2016-07-07 02:24 am (UTC)
dancingmd: (sad smile)
From: [personal profile] dancingmd
Beverly gently takes his hand again. "Doesn't ever stop me from trying."

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