seeing angels

Posted on Mon Oct 17th, 2022 @ 6:20pm by Lieutenant Commander Rutherford (RJ) Milton & Commander Antonia 'Tony" Stoffels & Pixie

Mission: The Lost Brother
Location: sickbay
Timeline: after the nick follow up

Nick blinked a few times thinking that he must be dead. He was seeing a tiny beautiful angel flying in his room. But how could he be dead? He certainly would not be going to heaven. So this must be the effects of the drugs they were giving him making him crazy. Yet she was so beautiful.

"Hello angel." He said softly.

Pix heard the voice and changed her flight pattern to the man in the Biobed; she had been lingering as she felt his presence growing; he came out of the slumber that Her Rutherford had placed him in to aid the healing. Swinging down to hover high enough above his chest so he need not move his head much she made eye contact.

To Pix the eyes are a gateway to the person and the deeper she could see into their eyes the closer she could pass along the sense of what she is saying. Of course those 'Scientists' did not take the hint and their eyes were cold and gave Pix the chills. This man not nearly enough, she got a warmth, he liked her more than the casual person, she resembled something she felt was kind in his memory.

It was not that hard to get across what Pix was feeling there was in her smile and manners as she gave a courtesy while hovering there was the sounds of soft ringing bells as she greet him almost as if she were saying 'Hello Milord or something in that venue.

"Ohhh." Nick smiled back. "I really like this dream." He patted on the covers for her to sit down and stay with him. "You are so beautifull."

Pix smoothly descended to the offered spot, curling her legs under her and to the right to be able to face Nick. A hand through her hair to have it rest better she smiled up, face beaming, and met his eyes with the soft intensity that told him he had her full attention and no one else seemed to matter despite the bustling of Sickbay.

"I wish you could help me." He said softly. "I am so trapped. I am not soldier material but I wanted to prove myself so badly that I let my team mates down. Tasin ... if he doesn't survive I will never forget myself. But if I step away from the marines my granddad and mother will be so dissapointed and I can't live with that either. And yet they won't let me die. I don't know what to do, angel."

Pix look Nick in the eyes for a second before slowly rising and walking closer to touch his cheek with a warm smile ; closing her eyes to concentrate hard she brought up the images of a serene meadow from her home world and the words that came upon the wind ; a soft female voice whispering.

Disappoint-ment is self felt only, no one can make you feel anything... The breeze seemed to pick up a bit. Only you can feel the support of others that wish to feel fondness for you and what you do. Family love family no matter what, they will be more happy for you being here than anything...

"I am for you, an old friend you just met..." The voice seemed to echo in his ear. *

"Thank you." He whispered back. "You are making me feel a little better. But I don't know if I have the strength. It took years for my grandfather to forgive my uncle for being gay and not continuing the family name." He snorted. "And when uncle Pete and uncle Mike finally did have kids it was all girls. I don't know if I can take years of his disapproval I am not strong like my uncle. It is easier to stay a marine I think and just somehow survive."

Live for you, what others think is like the wind, felt for a moment then it is gone if you let it. Pix was concentrating and using all she could to project a thought so it could be heard. Be... you and only you.

"Yeah I would like that but I am not strong." A tear ran down his cheek again.

Pix strode closer to his face, wither small hands she cupped the tear like one does taking water from a source and drank it. Shaking her head as her own wall of empathic tears started to flow, she dropped down on her knees to give his neck the tightest hug that she could muster with a strong projection of not believing him and wishing he could feel how much potential she sensed in him?

"you are not crying for me are you?" He seemed amazed. "Aw don't cry, I did not mean to make you sad, my lady."

You can be strong, are strong... The emotional words seemed to just pass between them as she held tight. And I am not crying... she felt sad for him. My eyes are tired...

Nick yawned. "Please don't feel sad." He mumbled. "You are too beautiful to be sad and you hardly know me."

You are kind soul, me like that. The strain was getting Pix tired, so much mental energy did tax her as well.

Moving from where she was to where he could see her better she gave a wide yawn and blew him a little kiss before she went to flutter away to her lounge chair/ bed in Her Rutherford's office.

Nick watched her go with a sleepy smile and then drifted off to sleep.

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* Song lyric adaptation. "I want to go back there some day." Muppet Movie.