Operation: Peace or P'Jem
Location: USS Standing Bear | Medical Bay
Timeline: 2394 - The morning after the rescue
Standing by his side, Lieutenant Kingsley glanced up at the vital signs displayed overhead as she took her husband’s hand. Worry was etched into her face, knowing he had endured so much at the hands of the Andorians. “Soral, can you hear me? Please wake up. Your back home, safe, I promise...”
Through his darkness a voice filtered through. Familiar yet far away. He tried to move but couldn't. Tried to reach out but couldn't. That voice. He had to follow it with his mind. Alexandra... Her name filtered through his mind. She had to keep talking, he had to find her. Through the pain, through the uncertainty he had to find her.
“You need to wake up. For me, please. I know they hurt you but you are in Sickbay, safe.”
The voice was closer, now. His dry lips parted. He wasn't away yet but her name rested on his lips barely a whisper.
It was the slightest movement, she almost missed it. Almost. “Soral?” she repeated as squeezed his hand and brushed a lock of hair away from his face. How often had they been here, like this? And he was always okay. Always.
His eyes fluttered and opened. They were unfocused as they scanned the area and then they focused landing on her face. "Alexandra..."
“Hey,” she smiled as she kissed him. “I’m happy to see you awake. I was getting worried.”
He squeezed her hand. "S...standard mind sifter...I go through this yearly for the V'shar."
“Uh huh, in that case, you should resign and have a psych evaluation,” she mused. “And you are here until the Doc let’s you out, understood?”
He smiled a little and unguardedly. "Yes, ma'am."
“That was too easy,” she mused, clearly suspicious.
"I am merely deferring to your wisdom."
She raised an eyebrow, clearly no buying it.
The door slid open before he could say anything. He looked over his eyes widening. "N'Vek...you re injured."
The little boy stepped forward a clear cut on his forehead. "I fell when the ship lurched."
“It’s alright, the doctors will fix you right up,” Alex assured him and Soral as she moved to take N’Vek’s hand. “Come on, you can sit next to Soral.”
He gave a nod grasping her hand tightly.
She guided him to the seat, “I’ll get the doctor... you stay here with Soral. Soral, I’ll need to go the Bridge, the ship took a beating. And then some. Can you please - both of you - stay here? I’ll be back as soon as I can.”
He gave a nod. N'vek surprised them both by hugging Alex and holding on tight. "Do you have to go?"
Soral smiled. It appeared that N'vek had taken a shine to Alex. Despite her protest she had the mother vibe down to a T. All the children loved her.
“I’m sorry,” she apologised as she gently pried him loose. “But I have to. We need to make the ship safe for everyone. And I need you to make sure Soral stays in bed and gets better. It’s a tough job, for only the bravest of people. Do you think you can do it?”
N'vek gave a nod. Just then a nurse came and took the boy to get his cut healed.
Soral just raised an eyebrow. "We shall have five more children. You are a good mother."
Alex fixed him with a look, “you know that can’t happen and it’s hardly being a mother. And don’t you think four is enough?”
"Is it not policy to agree with a dying man?"
“You are not dying,” she told him.
He sighed. "I suppose." He leaned back. "I shall wait here then."
“You suppose...? Soral what is going on?” Alex demanded. He seemed off. “You know you will be okay, right?”
"Yes. I will." Uncharacteristically he sighed.
“Of course, you will,” she agreed, taking his hand. “I punched an Andorian in the face and followed a marine called Tank for you just to bring you home. And T’Lanna. And Mac. But mostly you.”
He reached out gently touched her face. "My Lexi." He said as he drifted of to sleep his hand falling on the bio bed.
At first she was worried until a check on the monitor assured her he was just asleep. Which led to her next thought. “Who the hell is Lexi?!”
Soral didn’t hear her parting words. He was fast asleep lost in a dream and living a life that was his, yet not. He found a certain peace within it and as always his Alexandra was an ever-present angel that guided him. No matter how different this dream world of his was her love for him and his love for her were always the same as powerful as ever.