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Zompania Draft: Coming Home

Who: Anyone drafted to Zompania, or recruited as reinforcements, or left behind in the village. SO. Everybody!
What: The draftees and reinforcements return to the village.
When: May 26, early early in the morning
Where: Back in Luceti
Summary: Most draftees and reinforcements return to Luceti in the very early hours; now, instead of a medevac site for the draft, the village is a welcome (?) refuge from the nightmare of Zompania for its own. There's a high likelihood it still looks a lot like it has in the past few days; those in the fight didn't even get a chance to shower before returning.

(This is the place for all your post-draft trauma and reunions and every other thing. Have fun! And don't forget to entry-tag your character.)

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[The Vulcan watched the blood and dirt swirl down the drain as he washed Jim's hair, his sleeves rolled up to his elbows to keep from getting too messy.
His mate was a mess, and Spock's throat felt tight at the sight. Certainly, he's seen Jim injured many times before this, but it didn't mean that he had to like it.]

I believe there is a phrase that adequately describes the possibility of that never happening. 'Hell will freeze over first.'

What, that you become like Bones? Of course it won't happen, he can tell jokes.

_{[ He might be being a tad uncharitable right now, but he was tired,
hungry, and only slowly starting to ache less and he wanted nothing more to
curl and sleep and dream this all away. But he couldn't, because he was
standing in a shower and being washed and doing his best not to look down
at the muck running down the drain at his feet. ]}

[Spock was gentle, and when he was finished he turned off the shower and wrapped his mate up in a large, warm towel. He steered Jim towards the bed, realizing how tired the other man was.]

Can you manage one glass of water for me, Ashaya?

_{[ He sighed, tired of fighting, even these little battles, and he
nodded.}

He crawled onto the sheets and nearly wept for the softness of the bed, for the familiar smell of it. That seemed an odd thing, but after a week of smelling blood and mud and who knew what else, it was heaven. ]

[Spock quickly procured a glass of water, lifting Jim and bringing it to his lips. The Vulcan only wanted to make sure that Jim slept in peace... it would be unfortunate to wake in the middle of the night with a muscle cramp.
Above all, Spock wanted to be able to help. They were so medically limited here, but... he did have one thing.
Holding his hand to Jim's heart, he called on the spirit he had been learning from, and sent out warmth to his mate's body.]

_{[ The heat spread through him and he sighed, relaxing, wondering what
it was Spock was doing. But he trusted him enough not to question it, not
yet, and he let himself settle. He sniffed and worked further into the
sheets, using them as a shield from his aches, closing his eyes...}

He gasped and jerked, opening his eyes again, heart pounding and breaking out in a cold sweat.

God, was that thing.. was it...? ]

[Spock was there, laying awake beside Jim, waiting for this very thing to happen. As much as he tried to keep his mate's sleep peaceful, there was only so much he could do.
The Vulcan placed a hand on Jim's arm.]

It was a dream, Ashaya, you are safe.

_{[ He gulped and nodded his head, running a hand through his hair and
realizing he was covered in a cold sweat. But who wouldn't be after that?
He groaned and lay back down in the sheets. ]}

Sorry Spock. Go back to sleep, I'm fine.

[The Vulcan did not agree...]

It is obvious that you are not 'fine', and I would not be doing my duty as your mate if I ignored you. What did you dream of?

Nothing, just... something that happened in the draft. It'll go away, really.

Ashaya, you have told me nothing of what happened to you there. Perhaps it would help to talk about it.

[Spock wasn't about to let this go.]

Can we not talk about it tonight, please? I would like to try and get sleep. I'm tired.

_{[ Defeated. Hurt. He wanted to sleep forever. He lay back down and
worked into the pillows, shivering. ]}

[The Vulcan sighs... the nods. Quickly though, Spock lifts his hand and places it on Jim's psy-points. It doesn't take much to force Jim into a dead sleep... no dreams.

Spock would sit with Jim all night, waiting until his mate woke the next morning. They would talk.]

_{[ He would talk to Spock about that last night. he might be his
boyfriend, but he was not okay with mind voodoo being worked on him without
his permission. Even something meant to help him.}

But for now, yes, sleeping. Deep and dark and far away from the thing that lurked at the edge, ready to gobble him up... ]

[When Jim eventually wakes up, he will feel long fingers carding through his hair soothingly. The tingling along the bond is full of affection, love and concern.
Spock is waiting... and guess what? He also has breakfast waiting for you. Bacon and everything.]

_{[ It is more the smell of bacon than anything that summons him from
his slumber. He peaks his eyes open and instantly spies that delicious
treat, and is both suspicious and delighted at the same time. ]}

Should I be worried you're feeding me bacon - on purpose?

_{[ He yawned and slowly sat up, rubbing at his face. ]}

I may have been worried about the repercussions from my actions last night. However, I am pleased that you were able to get some rest, and provide you with a reasonably healthy breakfast.

[Spock hands over the tray, the plate loaded with eggs, toast, bacon and fruit.]

Yeah, about those actions...

_{[ He pauses, considering the tray and then Spock and sighed. He took
the provide cutlery and began to munch munch away on his breakfast. ]}

I am almost willing to forgive you because you included bacon.

Then perhaps while you are in an improved mood, you would care to share what you saw while you slept?

[Spock wasn't going to let this go.]

_{[ He gave him a look that said how very much he did not want to do
that, at all. ]}

It'll go away, Spock. Not everything has to be talked out.

"Do you truly believe that this will go away easily?"

They both know that this is something that won't go away.

Yes, I do.

_{[ He huffed and ate his breakfast, convincing himself that yes, this
was perfectly true, there was nothing wrong of it, and Spock could go eat
his rabbit food as he continued to deny the problem. It had worked before.
]}

It's just some aftermath stuff. The further we get away from all this, the better.

"Jim, I do not understand why you insist on being stubborn. If there was someone in Luceti who had proper accreditation to listen to you, then I would suggest you seek out their assistance. But Jim... consider how troubling it is to realize that you will not willingly talk to me. Your mate."

Spock's face didn't change much, but just enough to look sad.

"It's not that I'm not talking to you, Spock, I just don't think that talking about it is necessary. They're just nightmares, and they'll go away," he shrugged. "Every little thing doesn't devestate me, Spock. I'm okay, really."

He reached out and after a brief hesitation took his hand and squeezed.

"Really, I'm fine."

Spock looks down at their hands then back up at Jim.

"I will do as you ask just this once. However, if these nightmares impede your sleep for more than a week, then will you speak?"

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universal_charm - 2014-07-26 00:33 (UTC) - Expand

may as well fade~

spohkh - 2014-07-26 01:33 (UTC) - Expand

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