Mending Fences and Hearts (part 2)

Posted on Fri Mar 29th, 2013 @ 11:53am by Lieutenant JG Ronnie Wolfe & Lieutenant Commander Damion Wolfe
Edited on on Tue Jul 23rd, 2013 @ 8:21am

1,539 words; about a 8 minute read

Mission: Falling Star
Location: Shuttle Cerberus
Timeline: After The Death of Vance

[CONTINUED]

[OLD]

"No I couldn't. That whole thing was an act for Strife. The Internal Sensors are gonna record that whole event, which will later send it out to an Intel network that Strife will intercept. Do you understand? Strife needs to see Vance die. He needs to see me pull the trigger in order for this all to work. He needs to want to take me back in order to get me onboard. To infiltrate from the inside. Grabbing you was a last minute thing. I saw a chance to set things right by you and I took it. It was probably stupid, but it gets you and I talking. Whether you hate me still or not." Damion said with a slight sigh and cleared his throat.

[NEW]


"As promised. I'll drop you off somewhere and make sure you make it back. You can come up with a cover story about me still having feelings for you and dropped you off to avoid you getting hurt or something. Whatever you want. I wont put you in danger any more then I already have." He stood up slowly, knowing this could have ended much worse, but he was glad it was all out in the open.

The anger was gone, but the soul-deep ache wouldn't go away. And now he was going to drop her off somewhere and leave. This time she might never see him again. She didn't want to go, but she couldn't ask to stay because it would make things far more dangerous for him. He'd worry about her and might get himself killed. She loved him far too much to risk his life by anchoring him with a stupid science officer.

She felt her heart breaking all over again. She didn't want him to leave her, but she didn't have the right to stay with him, not when so much was at stake. Not if she wanted him to live through this. And she did, more than anything.

She began to shake with repressed emotion and rolled back onto her side so he wouldn't see her fighting for control. She couldn't get the worry about Stryfe and what he might do out of her head.

Damion felt her sudden change of feelings. Certain words kept popping in and out of her mind that was almost unavoidable to read. He knew it had to do with him leaving her now. He was confused. Why would she want to no part of what was going on and to be dropped off? Now, it was like she didn't want to be left behind.

"Whoa? Wait a minute. I thought you wanted to be left off and you wanted no part of this?" Damion said looking down at her. "Ronnie, if you all over the place in your mind and your emotions, I would feel better leaving you in a place where you can get better not where you can go get worse."

So now he thought she needed to go some place to get better? She wasn't sure what he was talking about, but if 'going someplace safe to heal' was what he needed her to do, she would -- at least on the surface. But it couldn't be the Calypso. She didn't think she could go back there right now, not when everything would remind her of Damion and what she'd lost.

She held still, fighting for control. He couldn't see her fall apart. Not when he'd tied it all neatly in a bow and was ready to drop it off at the next port. He couldn't know how she really felt, not when it meant greater risk to his life. She had to let him keep thinking that she wanted to go so that he could focus on his mission and not her. She'd been enough of an albatross to him already.

Damion could feel the confusion boiling and spreading. He felt to matter what he said or did she was stuck in her mind. Like talking to someone who was stuck in their way regardless of what point or logic you used. No fact or statement in the world would change it especially with the way her mind was all over the place.

"I know what your thinking and I know how your feeling, but your not seeing it from my perspective which isn't what your thinking." Damion took a deep breath and then continued. "The you that you were could definitely handle something like this, but thats not who you are right now. Your in shock with what just happened and what is going on. You need to calm down. Relax and get back to being the old you. The woman I know is more the capable of going into the fire and coming out smelling like a rose. The kind of rose that you have always been. I can't do this if I know you wont be safe and I can't stop moving without risking both our lives."

Which was exactly why she had to leave. "Do whatever you want," she said.

Damion sighed and then cleared his throat. This was frustrating him more and more. He was beginning to think he would never be able to fix it or even go back to the way it was. This was all his fault, but he couldn't back down now. "What I want is to have you look me in the eye and love me the way you used to. Its obviously not gonna happen with you being this way. It kills me having to lie to you, but it kills me even more knowing your done with me. Teach me to never fall in love again, will it?" He shook his head again and restrained himself from slamming his hand into one of the bunk frames out of anger. It might scare her and things would get worse.

That almost broke her. She turned onto her side and hugged the pillow as tightly as she could. If he couldn't tell that she'd never stopped loving him, she wasn't going to disabuse him of that notion. She'd never been trained in Intel, she had no idea how to do what he did. She was a scientist who played with bugs. If she told him how she felt, what she wanted, he'd keep her with him and then he'd be constantly worrying about her and keeping her safe. She had no doubt he could do that, but she was also his weakness. If things went bad and Stryfe decided to use HER to get at Damion... She couldn't put him in that position. The irony of the situation wasn't lost on her. She'd gone from thinking he murdered Vance to wanting to protect him.

Damion stood there looking down at her. His mind was riddled with thoughts that one confused him further. All those mixture of images hitting him as she thought them was only making it harder and harder for him to figure out how to fix this, but that was the point. He couldn't use his telepathy to figure this out, he had to go on instinct. All he wanted to do was show her that he still loved her. Just hold her in his arms and tell her how he felt.

He took in a deep breath and sat back down on the bed. Keeping his eyes on her at all times. This would be so much easier if she was telepathic. Damion then layed next to her and put his arm around her, pulling closer to her and resting his head on her shoulder. "I'm sorry, Ronnie. For everything. I love you." He whispered as he closed his eyes and let out a soft sigh.

At his touch and his words the dam holding back her emotions broke. The fear, anger, heartache and despair overwhelmed her. She rolled over, buried her face against his chest, and cried.

Damion closed his eyes and ran his hand through her hair. He let out a smile and just laid there, holding her close and trying to comfort her through all this. His focus wasn't on the mission at hand anymore. Cerberus can will bring them where they need to be. Right now he just wanted to be here for her and work her through this.

For a long time she cried. When the tears finally stopped she felt drained, but better. "Sorry."

He let out a slight laugh as he pulled her head back and smiled as he looked into her eyes, all be it red from crying. "It's okay. You needed it. I understand, I mean its mainly my fault anyway."

She didn't know what to say. She shook her head and buried her face again, wrapping her arms around him.

Damion just wrapped his arms around her and ran his hands through her hair. He gently pressed her to him and closed his eyes, letting out a slight sigh. He was hoping this was all passed them and they could get back to being who they were before all this craziness.

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Lieutenant Damion Wolfe
Chief Intelligence Officer

Lieutenant JG Ronnie Lancaster
Assistant Chief Science Officer

 

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