[sb118-resolution] JP Meidra Sirin & Hamsan Dwich - Til there was you, Parts 1 & 2

[Genkos Adea]

Okay, wow.  @Meidra Sirin and @Yalu have knocked it out the park with this beautiful romance JP. This is how you do it folks. 

 

((Holodeck One, USS Resolution))

The sea of stars above Meidra’s head were of Vulcan in early autumn, from the last night she’d spent with her father. They’d been up on the roof of the estate, talking about life and her upcoming kahs-wan. He’d been a gentle presence, logically talking through her fears and insecurities. He’d been the last man to ever truly love her. Her brother was close to her, yes, but none could replace what her father had meant to her. 

 

She lay on the simulated roof, hands behind her head, staring up at the flickering stars and T’Kuht, Vulcan’s sister planet. The man sitting next to her wasn’t real, but still, was her father. 

 

Sahriv: Ko-fu, you have not used this program in five point seven years. What troubles you?

 

The counselor took a few minutes to gather her thoughts. She remembered the crunch of bone, the pain that she could feel through her emotional connection to Dwich. Then she remembered standing there helplessly as others tended to his injury. He must think her an idiot, or at the least, not caring about him at all. She stared up at the sky, not wanting to answer, but knowing she must.

 

Sirin: I have committed a grave error. I have wounded a ….   fellow crew member during a training exercise. I broke his arm.

 

Sahriv: I see. Did you intend this harm?

 

Sirin: ::sitting up to look at him:: Of course not, I was demonstrating a fighting technique and lost focus in my actions. It should never have happened.

 

Sahriv: Perhaps. Did you make amends with this - crew member? 

 

One black brow rose at his question, and Meidra wished again that he could be real, and not the product of her skills with a holodeck program. She really needed one of his hugs, as illogical as that would seem. He had always understood that Meidra was not as in control of her emotions as his other children, but had never once made her feel less for it. 

 

Meidra picked at an invisible piece of lint on her uniform, biting her lip. The guilt was rising again, and she didn’t know how to get through this. Usually, Genkos would be the one she’d turn to, since he was her counselor, but she didn’t think that he was in any frame of mind to be compassionate. She wondered if there would be some sort of stern lecture once he had time to think about what she’d done. She looked at her father and shrugged as if it didn’t break her heart to tell him more.

 

The first thing Dwich wanted to do after being discharged from sickbay was talk to Meidra.  After what happened in the gymnasium, they’d still not spoken to each other.  Dwich felt that the hours that had elapsed had turned a molehill into a mountain, and he wanted to fix it right away.  The Prophets, through those to whom They chose to reveal Themselves, had taught Dwich not to let something so trivial come between himself and someone he cared about.  He hoped she wasn’t beating herself up about it, but when the computer told him she was in Holodeck 1, he feared she was punishing herself in some kind of simulated Vulcan penance ritual.

 

As the double doors slid open, Dwich was relieved to see that Meidra wasn’t chanting or self-flagellating.  Rather, she was lying on a rooftop somewhere, speaking to a Vulcan whom Dwich didn’t recognize.  He started to announce his presence, but she was in the middle of talking about him, and he stood near the control arch, waiting for the right time to interject.

 

Sirin: He went to Sickbay and then I had to fill out a report for my CMO telling him how I’d broken one of the crew. ::glances at him with a wry grin:: Part of me thinks Genkos could be a fierce warrior if he let go of his perfect manners. ::she leaned back on her elbows, staring up at the sky:: The question is, what do I do now?

 

Sahriv: Perhaps you stop hiding from this friend of yours and try to explain that you meant no harm. ::he looked at her critically:: You have feelings for this -

 

Sirin: Dwich

 

Her father shrugged, most likely realizing it was not a traditional Vulcan name.

 

Sahriv: Dwich. You do not deny it.

 

Meidra blushed a faint green and her father grinned. Since this was just a simulation, she’d programmed him to be able to smile openly. Usually that would give her comfort, but today it just made her miss him more. She wished that she could be saying these words to him and getting answers that she could not program into a hologram.

 

Sirin: I believe that my feelings for him are quite intense. ::looks at him:: I may even ::a cough startled her and she looked over to see Dwich standing there, staring at her. The hologram of her father and the rooftop disappeared and she was left standing in the garden of the estate.

 

Dwich took a few steps forward into the simulation, registering a momentary disorientation as the rooftop beneath his feet transformed into a garden.  He continued to approach, hands in pockets, not wanting to make a big deal out of anything, but at the same time awed by her beauty and wanting nothing more than to embrace her.

 

She took a hesitant step towards him, glancing at his arm. It appeared to be fully functional, but the memory of that crunch stayed with her. Had he come to express his desire to stop seeing her? She would not blame him, but it would not be easy to hear. She stood stiffly, trying to hide her apprehension.

 

Sirin: How do you feel?

Hamsan:  Fine.  ::looks down at his arm::  Good as new.  How do you feel?

How did she feel? Stupid, reckless, ridiculous. She settled on the emotion that seemed to overpower the others.

Sirin:  Guilty.

Hamsan:  I know.  When everything happened, all I wanted was to talk to you, to tell you everything’s okay and not to be upset.  But then everything got so panicky and the doctor was called and--  It’s like everyone conspired to keep us apart from each other.

She could read his emotions even if she couldn’t read his thoughts. He wasn’t angry with her. In fact, he was quite happy to be with her. The realization of this struck her, and she wanted to… no, first, she needed to know that he understood that she hadn’t meant to stand there and watch him in pain.

Sirin:  Maybe that was a wise decision. I hurt you, then did nothing to help you.

Hamsan:  It was an accident.  They happen.  To be honest, ever since the class, I haven’t been able to stop thinking about that moment when we were standing in front of everyone, and how much I wanted to kiss you.

She stared at him for a long moment, replaying his words in her mind. She had realized that it had been an accident and yet had blamed herself with the harsh words of a grandfather that had never seen how much she truly wanted a family. She looked into his eyes and she knew the truth. Dwich was her family. And all she had to do was tell him. 

Sirin:  Wanted? ::the beginnings of a smile crossed her face:: As in past tense? 

She moved slowly toward him, watching his eyes dilate. Hearing his breath quicken. As a scientist, she was quite intrigued by all of the biological signs that he wanted this moment with her to become more. As a female, she just knew that she wanted more. She wanted him.

Hamsan: ::returning Meidra’s smile::  Past.  Present.  ::beat::  Future.

Sirin: That sounds like a wonderful idea.

Neither of them seemed to move, but as the seconds passed, they were suddenly close enough to touch. All she had to do was reach out and make the first move. A sense of calm elation came over her, conflicting emotions of excitement and peace, all because of this one man. Meidra’s gaze drifted to his lips, their breath mingling as time finally caught up with the moment, and she moved that last tiny inch to close the space between them. 

Whatever she thought she would feel was nothing in comparison to his arms coming around her, pulling her into his embrace. Her hands quickly found their way onto his shoulders as she leaned into him. A momentary gasp of surprise, then the warm rush of affection flooding her senses to the point where she knew that if he was not holding her up, she would not be able to stand. 

Breaking away to catch her breath, she looked up into his eyes, the only sound that of their heartbeats racing in time with each other. She laughed lightly, leaning in to kiss him again, her heart full. After a few moments, she looked up at him, letting him see everything she felt for him. Knowing that being in his arms was exactly where she was meant to be.

Sirin: I’m guessing this means I’m forgiven. 

Dwich leant in closer, wrapping his repaired left arm around Meidra and placing his hand on the small of her back.

Hamsan:  As far as I’m concerned, it never happened.  ::beat::  In fact, I don’t even know what you’re talking about.

Meidra laughed again, a freeing sound that made her believe that things between them would only get better now that she had stepped away from her fears of not being good enough for him.

Sirin: I’ve wanted to tell you how I felt about you for some time. 

Hamsan: So have I.  I love you, Meidra.

And just like that, the last traces of self doubt evaporated into nothing, and she found herself saying words she never thought she’d have a reason to say to anyone.

Sirin:  I love you too.

 

Lt JG Meidra Sirin
Counseling Officer
USS Resolution
R239707MS0

&

PNPC Crewman 2nd Class Hamsan Dwich
Emergency Medical Technician
USS Resolution NCC-78145

simmed by Lieutenant JG Yogan Yalu
Helm Officer
USS Resolution NCC-78145
D238804DS0