ILLUMINARRPG: (5-0245) CTO Ensign T’Mur/ FO Command Sienna Williams-Verrin

[Al Muir]

Mission: Death in the Shadows

Day 5

Stardate: 2446.02.05


(US.S Illuminar - Deck 2 - Personal Quarters- CTO Ensign T’Mur/ FO Command Sienna Williams-Verrin - 0245)


T’Mur felt so alone.  She looked around to find that she was in an empty room, devoid of any artifacts or furniture of any kind.  How she managed to be in this empty space was a question that had just started to form in her mind.  She also could not quite place the source of her anxiety, other than the fact that she was alone.  Where was Sienna?  She reached out with her mind, and still no contact.


It took her another moment to realize that she was also without any clothing.  It wasn’t as disconcerting as being alone, but suddenly she was a little relieved.  For the moment.  The relief did not last very long, as the wave of loneliness crashed on her again, like a tidal wave of fear.  Where was Sienna?


Suddenly a dark figure appeared.  It’s features were blurred so she couldn’t make out the face.  But she could sense the feeling of disapproval from it.  Another appeared, and then another, all with the same sensation of disapproval.


The fog lifted from around their faces.  One face was her father.  No word was spoken but she could feel the accusation.  “Why did you allow your mother to die.”


The next face was Quinna.  Her face equally accusatory and the similar sensation of blame.  “Why did you let her die?”


The third face was Sekal, pointing a finger and giving off the same thought.  “Why did you allow her to die?”


T’Mur was confused, as she knew that neither Sekal or Quinne knew her mother.  But she also knew that they weren’t thinking of her.  She could not think.  It was as if her brain were coated in a layer of mud, bogging down her thought process.  Where was Sienna?  She almost screamed the words out loud, something prevented her.


A fourth figure appeared and joined in the circle around the naked vulcan woman.  This one was not so silent.  It voiced the question she felt from the others.


“Why, my beloved, why did you let it happen?”  The haze around the last figure dissipated and the body fell to the ground.  T’Mur raced over to see a woman in a white dress, covered in blood.  She looked at the dead face of Sienna Williams-Verin.  Suddenly the dead eyes looked up at her and cried out.  “Why did you let me die.”


T’Mur shot to a seated position.  She was in their bed and she could hear the gentle breathing of Sienna, next to her.  Her arm, still laying across Sy’s hips.  The combination of confusion, relief and profound terror swept through her.  Without thinking she fell onto Sienna with a crushing embrace, searching for confirmation of her life, and not trusting what she was feeling through their connection.  She needed the physical reminder.


She wasn’t trying to rouse her, but she couldn’t help but breathe a sigh of relief and let the words out, “Thank you.”


Sy began to stir during the actual nightmare, but did awaken when T was holding her so tightly. “Thank me for what love? What’s wrong? I had the worst feeling just now, like I was going to be alone again.  I don’t want to ever be alone again.  I’m glad it wasn’t real.”  She yawned heavily, neither had been getting a sufficient amount of sleep. Sienna deliberately called up the memory of when T’Mur had broken through her telepathic defenses and initiated the bond between them.  Her hand reached for T’Mur’s and raised it to her face. That moment had changed her life, made her whole, had saved her. She had not considered that possibly it had done the same for T.


“Thank you for being alive,” T’Mur buried her face into Sienna’s hair, taking in the aroma.  She was half upset with herself for waking Sienna, when she knew that neither of them had had much sleep recently, and half so relieved she wanted to make love for the rest of the night.  But she could see the concern on Sy’s face.


She felt the pressure of her hand on her face and began to initiate the meld.  Her mind began to weave with Sienna’s creating a bridge where they were in synchronous thought and feeling.  It was a sensation of completeness that she had never felt before, and was happy to be in now.


The bridge went both ways.  Now Sy was able to see, and feel, the dream that T’Mur had experienced.  The loneliness.  The blame. The loss.  It was almost too much to experience it again.  But they had bonded with the realization that there were no more secrets between them.  There couldn’t be.  So she allowed Sienna to suffer through with her.  But in suffering together the suffering seemed more manageable.


::I have never felt anything like this before.::


Sienna watched the dream sequence and reached her other hand out to caress T’Mur’s face. It was the first time she had been able to move during a meld. Usually Sienna was caught by the power of T’Mur’s mind and submitted to the enchantment of it. But this time was quite different.  Sy knew that she had been very clingy with T’Mur, needing this connection. ::T… Is this because I’m not a Vulcan?:: She asked, feeling guilty and worried.


::No, I believe it has to do with deeper feelings in the discovery of the loss of my mother.  I realize now that she was the source of my … difficulties, as I was the source of hers.  I am certain that my father believes that ultimately I am the cause of my mother’s early death.  Perhaps I am.  And now… I have a similar responsibility with you.  I will not… cannot… let anything happen to you.::


She drove the feelings of her love deeper into Sienna’s mind, receiving the same feeling and wrapping her mind around it.  ::I have never loved another the way I feel for you.  I never realized it was possible.::


Sienna gasped aloud as the connection deepened. ::You won’t allow anything to happen. You are my love, my mate. We take care of each other, that is the way of mates, is it not?::  She asked, trying for logic over the swamp of emotion  of love. It was wonderful. It was all encompassing and it was terrifying. ::Each meld it feels like we are going deeper into the bond, becoming more?:: She asked again, her fingers stroking T’s cheek gently.


::There is a limit to the depth of the meld.  We have yet to meet that threshold.::  She felt that she was belaboring the point and need to ensure that it was not a judgement but a statement of fact,  ::We have not had proper time to fully explore it.  But when we do… I will be looking forward to it.::


She turned Sienna over and kissed her deeply, her hands going to now familiar places, that elicited the most pleasure from her mate.  She smiled, sharing the sensations on top of her own pleasure.


Sienna sighed as T’Mur’s hand drifted from her face to finding those specific spots on her body. The one right over her hip caused her to gasp in delight as she blinked up from the depth of the trance, ::That feeling, of us becoming one will never, ever grow old. It is better than the physical.::  She blushed quite a bit.


::No love, it will only grow stronger.  It will be difficult to imagine a time without it, eventually.::


::Good. But for now.:: Her lips met TMur’s as she returned the kisses, ::Let’s get you back to sleep. You are everything.::  Her own hands had suddenly remembered how to move again and they began to stroke along T’Mur’s back.


The words of assurance was all she needed.  Pulling back from the connection, she allowed Sienna’s mind to unwind and drift back to sleep.  Her mind, stayed connected to a point that was near unrecognizable.  Comforted with that T’Mur monitored her breathing, slowing it down, forcing her body to relax, until she too fell asleep, wrapped in Sienna’s blanket of love.


As Sienna drifted back off, her hands and body entwined with T’Mur, quite as pleased with the world as she could be, after the last few days.


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(Posted by Al Muir and Mel G)

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