![]() He looks at the mistletoe and then at you. Harry opened his mouth to say something, but nothing comes out. “Well we’re standing under the mistletoe” You say, “Did you intend to prank me” “No one in particular,” He says, and upon seeing the blank look on your face, he adds “E-Everybody?” “Well I’m putting the mistletoe up as a prank” “Then who are you putting the mistletoe up for” Holiday tradition? “Do you plan on using the mistletoe, Harry?” You ask, wondering who he intended to kiss. “No!” Harry says, “It’s a holiday tradition, you don’t even have to kiss them on the mouth” “Well…” Harry trails off as he sticks mistletoe over another doorway, “You can say no” “But they must kiss you?” You say, this time you’re sure you have it down. Replicas of the real thing, but Harry insisted that it didn’t matter whether the mistletoe was real or plastic. (Not that he knew that) You touched and twisted some mistletoe, Harry had brought a box-full. You were hungry for knowledge, fascinated by human traditions, but more fascinated by Harry himself. You found him fascinating and he in turn developed somewhat of a crush. He hadn’t minded the company, you liked asking him about earth and he adored spending time with you. But you had insisted on tagging along and asking him questions. He hadn’t ever had to explain why he was hanging up mistletoe before, and, quite frankly, hadn’t assumed it would be that hard. “So, what you’re saying is, You stand under a plant and demand a kiss" You spare a glance at her, tears pricking the corners of your eyes. Her eyes trained on the vast space outside the ship. “I feel like I failed you,” Your mother says. She wanted to be strong for her crew and most importantly you. Your mother whispering to Tuvok, hoping you wouldn’t hear her worry. When you were struggling to regain your sense of self. “-The original mission didn’t call for one” You finished, you’d heard it before. So you pushed it further down, convinced it would go away and you wouldn’t have to work through anything. When it stopped haunting your waking thoughts, it haunted your dreams. You had been assimilated by the borg, and had wanted to forget about it. Hadn’t even give yourself the chance to process this trauma. “Mom, I…” You hadn’t really talked to anyone. “What’s the matter” Your mother asks, but you get the feeling she already knows. “Is it the stress” You both ask, simultaneously.Ī smile graces your mother’s face, and a smile graces your own face. Mind if I join you?” Captain Janeway, your mother, asks. Watching the stars as the ship passed by. CHAD DYLAN PARKER AND CRYSTAL FLETCHER WINDOWSYou peer out one of the many windows on the Starship Voyager. You were looking for something stolen from you, something called peace. That was better for you anyway, you didn’t want to talk to anyone right now. Most of the crew was on standby, it was late and people needed their sleep. You walk to an empty hallway, one of the many. Did borg have nightmares? No these were probably just fragmented memories. You had nightmares of wars you’d never been in, of people you didn’t know. Seems like you’d been scared a lot these days. It was late, but you couldn’t really feel it. ![]() You need fresh air, as much fresh air as you could get on a ship out in space. Crying, you had been crying in your sleep. ![]() You wake up gasping for air, your face damp with sweat and tears. I might redo this, I don’t know how I feel about it currently. ![]()
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