the stars are blazing like rebel diamonds cut out of the sun, can you read my mind?

[straightontilmorning]

Jim didn't do well with nothing to do. Reading books, watching holos, bugging her crew, hustling them at pool, beating them up (and being beat up in turn) in the name of improving their fighting skills - they all served as distractions, but in the end she went to bed, slept fitfully, and faced another day to fill with inanities when she woke up.

And avoiding Helen, fighting with herself about whether or not to talk to her. At any given time, she could tell you what was on the doctor's schedule for the day, both for being conveniently out of the way and in it. She had a few extremely awkward conversations with Helen, and she hated it. More than anything else, this was what she truly abhorred about her time on Tantalus: that he had so easily reached into her head and twisted her emotions around, made her believe she was in love when she was really just reacting to false memories he'd instructed her mind to create.

She wasn't quite sure how, but somehow sleeplessness and restlessness had brought her to Spock's door. After a moment of hesitation, she pressed the door chime. With any luck, she wouldn't be waking him up.

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[verystubbornman.livejournal.com]

The logical answer was to remember the time at the penal colony, so that is what the mind thought of, as Spock's was the dominant. He did not mean to make Jim uncomfortable, but here, there was no time between thought and action, merely both flowing along at once.

[kirk-it.livejournal.com]

what did he do to us?

Pain, first and foremost.

And through it, as if through smoke - memories, lines and threads of thought. Bits and pieces of times before the Neural Neutralizer, getting the grand tour of the facility. Dr. Adams

do you know Dr. Van Gelder was down on his hands and knees
you trust me completely
sobbing
at this point?

(James T. Kirk, Captain, SC937-0176CEC)

A quick smile thrown Dr. Noel's way, You know, when we finally get through this, I'd like to locate and raid a kitchen somewhere.

[verystubbornman.livejournal.com]

The hunger was harmless; it was more important to attach onto the trust that he could feel. It was necessary to dismantle that trust, to let Jim's proper feelings through.

We do not trust him.