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Warp 5 Complex, Trip
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Published:
2006-10-25
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200
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1/1
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Regrets

Summary:

The regret of words unspoken.

Notes:

Note from Kylie Lee, the archivist: this story was originally archived at Warp 5 Complex, the software of which ceased to be maintained and created a security hazard. To make future maintenance and archive growth easier, I began importing its works to the AO3 as an Open Doors-approved project in August 2016. I e-mailed all creators about the move and posted announcements, but I may not have reached everyone. If you are (or know) this creator, please contact me using the e-mail address on Warp 5 Complex collection profile.

 

Author's notes: Beta: Karri

Feedback: Constructive criticisms will be kept close to the heart, and flames will be used to power the phase cannons that I'll be aiming at you. LOL!

Spoilers: None

Disclaimer: Paramount owns the Star Trek universe. Nothing is mine except for the unconscious muse lying in the corner of my room. I did not obtain permission to use these characters and I'm not receiving money for this story. I merely take them out for a spin and will return them in one piece... more or less. *evil grin*

(See the end of the work for more notes.)

Work Text:

"Get down!"

I drop to my knees and duck my head-- not a moment too soon. I feel something whiz past my head. And then there is silence. The crossfire has ceased.

I lift my head and look to my right. The hostile alien lay in a motionless heap.

"Nice shooting," I call out to my crewmate as I push myself off the ground, but he does not reply. As I turn towards his direction, I find him on his knees, his hand pressing firmly against his side. I can see a dark stain spreading rapidly across his uniform. I scramble to my feet and rush to his side.

I manage to get him back to the cave and lay him down. Taking a bandage, I press it against the still bleeding wound.

"Stay with me..."

I pleaded to the injured man, but there is no response. I watch in dread as his eyes slip shut and his bloody hand falls limply to the ground. My chest constricts painfully at the thought that he may never wake again. I was planning to tell him that all is forgiven regarding the cogenitor incident, but now I may never have the chance...

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Minor updates were made to this previously archived fic on 02/03/2023 for better legibility and visibility to future readers. If you are the author of this fic, please contact the Warp 5 Archivist to claim this fic or facilitate further maintenance or updates.