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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.
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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Date: 2009-10-04 01:54 am (UTC)between her and a deafening emptiness
james t. kirk, captain, SC937-0176CEC
the lifeline he threw to hold onto.
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Date: 2009-10-04 02:01 am (UTC)He - they, she - could feel where it was emanating from, and regressed farther, nearly to a subconscious level where the neural neutraliser had effected her.
james t. kirk, captain, SC937-0176CEC
It would help.
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Date: 2009-10-04 02:19 am (UTC)the freedom to say two and two make four
In the end, it doesn't matter. In the end, what matters is
farther up, and deeper in (do you want a treatment?), conditioned call and response like all's well and hide and seek in Iowa, you say Marco and I say Polo Jim
don't want my kid sister following me around
(curled up in offices listening to her mom, Sam, doctors tell her she did everything she could, she was thirteen, goddamnit Jim you're thirteen you can't hold yourself responsible)
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Date: 2009-10-04 02:37 am (UTC)Center, be, calm cool collected. What Spock knew how to do, in the face of pain or stress, pulling everything into lists, data, manageable chunks, pressing away fear, anger, sadness.
Do you want a treatment?
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Date: 2009-10-04 02:47 am (UTC)(in the escape pod oh god oh god gary)
just a physical reality, far moved from her. It was all there, not unraveling but touchable, the call and response, like a Pavlovian dog but that's not it not all
a solid core of love based on a series of commands, no rhyme or reason just a desire to make her hurt and it's bled into her memories, causing her to re-write them to make it fit because it had to fit.
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Date: 2009-10-04 02:54 am (UTC)Analyze - reject. Analyze - reject. Analyze - keep. Continue.
Quick and efficient, like a high-powered editing program, unveiling the frauds and letting the real memories slip through.
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Date: 2009-10-04 03:01 am (UTC)(Captain, he did this to you)
She'd known, always been fighting it even when she didn't know, it's tension and release and released.
(It was a start.)
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Date: 2009-10-04 03:10 am (UTC)Stop?
Hetheyshe considered the pros and cons of stopping for the moment, continuing again later, lists beginning to scroll again, waiting for a decision to arise from their deliberation, logicalillogical.
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Date: 2009-10-04 03:12 am (UTC)There was more to do, more to fix, more to clear his her their mind of, make it whole and one again. Further in to get further out.
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Date: 2009-10-05 12:02 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-05 12:15 am (UTC)They lighted on a set of phrases again - Pavlovian call-and-response, embedded in her
subconscious.
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Date: 2009-10-05 12:29 am (UTC)do not trust him.
Main Entry: san·i·ty
Pronunciation: \ˈsa-nə-tē\
Function: noun
Etymology: Middle English sanite, from Anglo-French sanité, from Latin sanitat-, sanitas health, sanity, from sanus healthy, sane
: the quality or state of being sane; especially : soundness or health of mind
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Date: 2009-10-05 12:37 am (UTC)sense.
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Date: 2009-10-05 12:47 am (UTC)He did know, however, how Jim would feel, really feel about what had been done to her.
Carefully reigned, not allowed to grow more than this, enough to make one stubborn, not enough to hurt.
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Date: 2009-10-05 01:04 am (UTC)She held onto the logic like a life raft, solid and buoying, separating her from the hurt
she didn't want to feel.
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Date: 2009-10-05 01:17 am (UTC)Asking himself, asking her, where next?
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Date: 2009-10-05 01:31 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-05 01:34 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-10-05 01:38 am (UTC)(no room for doubt, make the decision)
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Date: 2009-10-05 01:50 am (UTC)deeper
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Date: 2009-10-05 02:09 am (UTC)It's deep programming, firmly lodged in layers of uncertainty and (sometimes they are five. sometimes they are three. sometimes they are all of them at once. you must try harder.
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Date: 2009-10-05 02:13 am (UTC)Everything.
Just have to
it
the code, find out what's wrong, what's diverting the flow of information.
Problem solving is what they are both good at.
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Date: 2009-10-05 02:37 am (UTC)Memories blur, over time. They mesh and become faded, like old paper photographs. Old nightmares become new ones
and childhood terrors blend seamlessly into adult horrors. At the heart of it
(everytime it beat, it pumped blood out of a tear in its side)
(rising panic and darkness oh god oh god she couldn't move couldn't breathe)