Turn About

Posted on Fri Dec 1st, 2023 @ 2:36am by Lieutenant J'airesh Mora-Heath & Master Chief Petty Officer Chuck Finley [Reece]

Mission: MISSION 0 - History Speaks
Location: J'Air's Quarters
Timeline: MD 5 ?
1196 words - 2.4 OF Standard Post Measure

It was only one day after the night when Chuck had been beset by his dreadful nightmare and the two of them had spent the day at their respective places of work, but they'd come back together for dinner and a movie as was their latest fad. J'Air enjoyed the intimacy of the cuddling up together with a bottle of wine and some old Terran ice-cream which made the experience that much the nicer. She wasn't as fussed about the actual film itself but sometimes there were some particularly special ones they picked out to try and this evening it had been a very wonderful but dreadfully sad movie called "The Notebook".

J'Air had sobbed her heart out, which wasn't really like her but this film caught her and played on her heart-strings. She had clung to Chuck's hand and nestled in against him tightly. "wow, that one was powerful" she said into his shirt, reaching for the tisssues.

Chuck held J'airesh close, wrapping his arms lovingly around her. While he usually seemed to be a bit of a tough guy, he had to admit, that movie had gotten him a bit choked up at points as well. "It really was! That was certainly a love for the ages!" He reached over and grabbed the box of tissues, offering its contents to the beautiful woman in his arms.

J'Air mumbled her thanks as she took a tissue and dried her cheeks but unfortunately her eyes were still leaking, so she had to take a second one and keep it nearby.

Kissing her forehead gently, then gave her a loving squeeze.

She got up and made them both a bed-time drink of hot-chocolate with baby marshmallows in the foam on the top and they drank that, chatting about the film and their days until they went off to bed and enjoyed each other's "company" a lot more before they both fell asleep.

J'Air was wrapped around Chuck, skin to skin and with her face resting blissfully against his muscular, softly haired chest. She adored him and was in seventh heaven sleeping in his arms like this, so close they were almost attached, or so it seemed.

As he tried to catch his breath, Chuck gently rubbed J'airesh's back, his fingertips running along her spine. There were no words that could fully describe how he felt about this perfect woman. He was quickly starting to find it difficult to be too far from her presence. As he continued to swim in the bliss that they were creating, he slipped off to sleep, a smile on his face.

There was no external indication of why she stopped sleeping so happily there, but suddenly she was in a horrible dream where she was in surgery, amputating a whole load of legs, from various patients, like a production line and she couldn't stop the surgical auto-scalpel, no matter how many LCARS she pressed, even slammed her fist down on, to make it stop. She fought it but it dragged her, firmly attached to it's handle, her hand didn't seem to end before it became the auto-scapel and she was screaming at it and anyone to try to make it stop. She was covered in blood and all the patients were in a terrible shape, dying all around her. She just kept screaming and trying to throw off the monstrous cutter on the end of her wrist.

Chuck was awakened, at first, but J'airesh's body twitching and soft moans of pain. "My love," he tried to wake her gently, knowing it was dangerous to do otherwise. Then she swung her hands around and struck him in his chest. He tried to gently hold her arms, but then she jerked her left knee upwards and connected with his crotch, hard.

Releasing her arms, he tried to protect himself from further injury, while he was trying not to throw up. That was when the harder hit came. As he looked over at her, she swung her fist at his face again, and he saw the danger too late to react.

As the hit made contact, he felt the bone in his nose snap. If it were under better circumstances, he'd be proud of her for her form. However, the blinding pain in his face and crotch forced his mind into a protective posture. He clamped his hands over his nose, as he tried to staunch the bleeding, while he curled his legs up and away from her knees to protect his manhood.

She awoke covered from head to foot in sweat, trembling with shock and looking at her hand which did actually have blood on it.... as did Chuck.... holding his injury, looking stunned and very concerned.

"OH Spirits!! Did I do that?" she gasped. "What is happening to us? How can we both have violent nightmares, one night after each other? This is surreal! It feels like a mirrored deja vue!" she reached out to attempt to help him, her eyes desperately searching the room for her med-kit.

"I am SO, SO sorry, sweetheart..... SO, SO, INCREDIBLY sorry..... Let me have a look at that...."

J'Air returned to a feeling of deja vu as she persuaded Chuck to lay back so she could pack and regenerate his nose cartilage and staunch the blood vessels carefully. adding analgesic to his hypospray of congealing meds and pain relief combination.

"I can't believe it, what can be happening to us to have such violent and terrifying dreams all of a sudden?" she wondered out loud, distraught to have hurt him like this.

As his nose started to feel better, his brain focused back on his sore crotch. "I dunno, babe," he replied softly as he tried to stay still so she could do her work on his face.

J'Air's head was full of confusion and horror. She couldn't believe she could have done such harm to her dearest lover. She couldn't believe she could have had such a hideous nightmare. What could be wrong with her...... and Chuck had a dreadful dream yesterday.... although that could have been a coincidence - coincidence? who was she kidding. The more she thought it through, the more she worried.

Once his injuries were tended to, Chuck climbed back into J'airesh's bed. Holding the covers up, he smiled softly at her. "Let's try to get some sleep, sweetheart." He let out a tired yawn as he finished speaking.

"Just as long as we don't get any more nightmares!" she commented, half seriously and half trying to lighten up the situation at least as much as possible. She lay beside chuck, wrapped in his strong arms and felt totally at peace and as safe as she had ever felt in her life. How could she possibly have anything to have bad dreams about, it mystified her and worse than that, how could she have become violent with it, unconsciously so. Again, it made no sense but although she lay worrying about it for a short while, tiredness overcame her and the warmth and scent of Chuck were so soothing and reassuring that she was soon back asleep too.


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