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Fatima Merali ([personal profile] dust_of_life) wrote in [community profile] ten_fwd2015-08-20 09:08 pm

Wishing you were somehow here again... [OPEN]

((OOC: Figure she's going through this routine every night this month. Feel free to forward-date or back-date tag-ins.))

Growing up among the Cainites of the Order, Fatima had picked up on mechanisms for coping with stress from all across the world and across time. But not a single one of them was making it easier for her to deal with the emptiness of the space next to her in her bed. She'd been stuck on this flying Hilton for months now. But sleep still didn't come easily. After knowing what it was like to hear someone breathing beside her on the pillow, Fatima was having more than a little difficulty letting go.

Fortunately, growing up among the Cainites of the Order had also provided Fatima with a few extra outlets she could use.

It was usually after midnight when she would slip into the leotard Beverly had given her. The halls were quieter at night. Fewer people. Fewer judgmental crew members staring after her like the invader that she was. And the training facility was usually empty.

First, she'd start with a few yoga stretches. Some aggressive chin-ups. Knuckle push-ups. And then the real work would begin.

Somehow, her iPod had managed to survive her ordeal in Zelien. Fatima had doubted very much that she'd ever be able to coax any music out of it, but it was working now. All of her songs were there. Well, they weren't exactly her songs. The classical music was from Liam. The rock-and-roll was from Denise. And the oldies were from Auntie Diana. Didn't matter though. She always listened to the same song anyway. Survivor's Eye of the Tiger on repeat, the earbuds shoved deep into her ears, like she wanted to block out the rest of the world.

The punches she threw against the punching bag were precise and powerful. Fatima had fused the martial arts styles she'd studied with street boxing. And despite the work-out clothes, she always trained in her high-heeled boots. As she used to argue to Arty, you never knew what you were going to be wearing when someone attacked you. Better to be prepared for anything.

If only her loneliness could be punched in the bag.
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[personal profile] ethnobotany 2015-08-22 04:26 pm (UTC)(link)
"Really?" Beverly jokes easily, her smile coming without reservation as it does so rarely here these days. Pushing forward, she comes to stand beside the punching bag. "You might need to teach me what it means."

She does understand being unable to sleep or sometimes even rest. Sometimes the memories are worse than the nightmares. Sometimes they combine so that neither waking nor sleeping hours are safe. It's like the time Beverly lost Jack, only on a much larger scale. But she feels as though she's been going through the same coping mechanisms now that she had back then, the same time she'd had to take to deal with what had happened.

And she can certainly understand Fatima's position. Acutely, even. Oddly enough, she's a good one to have that conversation with.

"I felt that way after I lost Jack," she murmurs softly. "That didn't have as much to do with horrors like you two faced, more that I really loved and missed him."

The bad part is that it doesn't really get any better.

"At least with Q in charge, there's always a chance that you'll see him again." Unlike Jack and Beverly. She doubts even Q has the power to bring back the dead. Though really she shouldn't doubt the one here. He has a lot of power and cosmic boredom. Who knows what he'll do?
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[personal profile] ethnobotany 2015-08-24 09:40 pm (UTC)(link)
Beverly so rarely mentioned Jack because on most days the pain was still too much to bear. Even though she had managed to love others in the time since her husband's death, a part of her would always love and miss him. A part of her had died that day with him. If Fatima had cared about Sam even half as much as Beverly had loved Jack, then living without him must be difficult indeed.

"I wish I could say it gets better," Beverly sighs softly, her attention on the punching bag, as though that will make this topic easier. "It was harder at first. The bed was so empty and so cold. I felt the weight of my loneliness in every waking hour. Now I can go days... weeks... sometimes months without dwelling on his death until it just hits me again, like it just happened. And sometimes I still can't get his face out of my mind. Maybe it just gets easier to cope."

Even she can't say. Some days are better than others, but she will always miss Jack. Fatima may always miss Sam, too.

Beverly's lips curl upwards slightly and she reaches over to gently smooth her hand against Fatima's back. She's done this before, as comfort for both of them. Touch is often how Beverly shows she cares.

"I was a little late in coming, but I'm here." She's here and she remembers. The fact that both of them remember Zelien will be their strength for a while. They have a lot to deal with, even now. What better way to do it than with someone as close as they are to each other?
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[personal profile] ethnobotany 2015-08-26 03:22 am (UTC)(link)
Beverly is definitely dealing with the nightmares just as much as Fatima, if the fact that she's up and out of her quarters at this hour says anything. She did leave Wesley a note to tell him that she's fine and she'll be back, but she didn't want to wake him up with her screaming. Her nightmares are intense here and they've changed recently. Where they were just about Zelien and the horrors she experienced there, they have since morphed to include memories of her last moments in her own timeline. And that means one thing:

The Borg.

Her nightmares now include such joyful scenarios as the people she cares about getting assimilated or killed by the cybernetic beings. Her other crew being hurt yet again. Fatima dying in her arms. Kaede being assimilated as a child. It's been horrific and so hard to sleep through. So when she woke up tonight, she didn't even try to go back to sleep.

Now she's glad she didn't. Spending time with Fatima is preferable to a lot of things.

"You know what's really funny?" she muses, her mind wandering to a related subject. "Missing someone who's actually here. Wesley is here, but... he's missing so much, so many critical events haven't happened in this timeline yet. It's so strange to me. Everyone on this crew I knew at one point and most I still do. I can't tell if I miss them or... the people they will someday become."

Everything is strange now and she still doesn't know what to make of it. But she manages a small smile, genuine as always, her hand remaining in place against Fatima's back, for her comfort as well as her friend's. "I'm glad I still have you, too."

What they would do without each other, what Fatima had done without her at first, Beverly doesn't like to think about.
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[personal profile] ethnobotany 2015-08-26 06:49 pm (UTC)(link)
The soft huff of a laugh that thrusts itself from the depths of Beverly's being isn't a humorous sound. It's derisive, like the idea has crossed her mind before but she turned it down. She has to turn it down time and again, can't interfere for so many reasons. It's a jumbled blur to her sometimes and she has to fight with herself.

In the long run, she might be able to make a couple of different choices, but even if she warned them about the Borg and Locutus, that wouldn't change the fact that it would happen. Even were they prepared, the Borg could still overtake them, kidnap their captain, and leave them in dire straits. The problem will arise in how everyone reacts to her after it happens, after each difficulty comes to pass. Will they understand why she couldn't say anything? Or would they condemn her further for not warning them, for obeying Starfleet's rules and not saying anything? It's a difficult line that she walks now and she isn't sure how to convey it to Fatima without explaining everything.

"I wish I could," she admits softly, resisting the urge to pull away and withdraw into herself. "I wish I could save them from what's coming, but I can't. I would be doing them a handful of favors only to change the lives of everyone in the Alpha Quadrant. Would it be for the better? I don't know. We may never know. But I'd rather take the heat for upholding the Temporal Prime Directive than change things and have to worry about all the lives I've affected."

It's going to be a difficult position to uphold and she knows that. She probably isn't ready for the backlash she'll get once the Borg show up and Locutus happens. But it's the best she can do with what she's been given. Besides, with Q involved, who knows what will happen anyway?
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[personal profile] ethnobotany 2015-08-26 07:36 pm (UTC)(link)
Beverly would have understood what Sam and Fatima wanted to do and supported it in their worlds if they thought it was necessary. But in any universe that's similar to hers... It's too complicated. But how does she explain that?

"It's... more than that," she sighs wearily, moving both of her hands to the punching bag to give them something to do. "I know. Everything you're saying echos the war I've been having with myself since I got here. Events haven't been the same. The child virus? Wasn't a virus in my time. It was a transporter accident and it affected four people. Q was supposed to be ejected from the Continuum and turned human by now, but as far as I can tell, that hasn't happened, either."

Though she would pay a lot to see that again.

"You remember the Captain Kirk who was at Zelien? The one I considered my crew there along with Doctor McCoy and Ensign Chekov? They were from an alternate reality, too. I've had my fair share of alternate timelines and what if scenarios already. Having to live one is..." She lets out a heavy breath, her eyes climbing the bag in front of her as she thinks.

"I also have to live by Starfleet's rules and regulations. Not that I usually abide by the Temporal Prime Directive when lives are at stake--" See also: Lily. "--but it's very important to all of us. It's a way of life, a philosophy, not just a rule. These sorts of little events aren't what I'm most concerned about, though. I can't talk about the big things because no one here will understand the horror. Not yet. And how can I tell them that someone very important to this ship is going to be assimilated so I can pioneer the techniques used to bring people back from the Borg? So that later on people like Hugh and Seven will have a chance at another life. This isn't a decision I can make lightly and once I make it in the opposite favor than the one I have followed so far, there will be no going back. I'd talk to Deanna, but..." She shrugs helplessly. Even her counselor can't help her right now.

"I guess there are just too many variables. Believe me, if I could take you to my timeline, this would be so much easier." Except she wouldn't want to expose Fatima to the Borg in any universe. Not that she'll have a choice here, she suspects. The Borg won't change their objective. They want Earth. The only trouble is figuring out when.
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[personal profile] ethnobotany 2015-08-30 07:04 pm (UTC)(link)
"Sometimes I think it's easier for everyone else than it is for us Starfleet officers," Beverly admits, frowning slightly at an imperfection in the bag's overlayer. "I just don't know if this is a choice I can make. And I can't just... stop the Borg from coming here. They aren't the kind you can reason with. The problem with them is... we don't have the ability to stop them without drastic measures. I know what will stop them when they come, but we can't do it until someone from our crew becomes one of them. If I even hint at the plan that will work, or tell our senior staff that our first plan will fail and we should try another first, the Borg will know when they grab our crew member and the real solution won't work. If that happens..." She pauses, the memory of the alternate future where Earth was nothing but Borg haunting her for a minute. "If that happens, none of us will be the way we are. At best, we'll be one of them and there will be no escape. That's the sort of choice I'm sitting with."

She feels like she's just caught between personal and professional issues. She wants nothing more than to help, to save this crew from the Borg threat, but she also knows that they grow and change, as does the entirety of the Federation. Everything changes once they really meet the Borg and Locutus is created. If she could save Jean-Luc from that, she would. She doesn't think she can, though, and that's what really drives the nail through her heart. If this event happens the way it should, even though it won't happen when it should, Jean-Luc will be so angry with her by the end. The whole crew will be and she can hardly blame them.

"Some of the other events I think I could go with your suggestion. Even the major ones aren't as difficult. But this one... I'm just not sure and it isn't like I can go to even Troi to ask for her professional opinion without making that choice."

Maybe she's making this too complicated. Maybe she's oversimplifying it, but this is just how it feels to her and Fatima is the only person she can reasonably talk to about it without risking too much right now. Maybe she could talk to Riker or Deanna, but then she would have to swear them to keep things from the captain and it's hard enough doing that herself. She doesn't want to add that to their plates, too. Unless there's a chance it would help. Feeling a headache coming on, she closes her eyes and presses her forehead against the punching bag. She is so angry and frustrated with Q right now, more so than usual. What she would love to do is give him a piece of her mind, for all the good it would actually do.
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[personal profile] ethnobotany 2015-09-02 01:11 am (UTC)(link)
Maybe it was one rebellion and maybe it wasn't. Maybe it was just a way to ensure that these people wouldn't die out prematurely and that some version of them would survive. That this crew would survive. No matter how many times she has told herself that she doesn't belong here or that these people need their real Doctor Crusher back, Beverly does still care about them. She cares about what happens to them, too.

Sighing wearily, she nods, finally lifting her head to give Fatima a smile as worn as her sigh. "I guess I just needed to hear that," she admits softly. "Thanks for talking me through it."

Fatima is becoming a bit of a rock for Beverly, too. The doctor trusts the young woman greatly and respects her opinions and ideas enough to truly think through them when the time comes.
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[personal profile] ethnobotany 2015-09-02 09:36 pm (UTC)(link)
No, they never would be the same. Even in her own timeline, Beverly knows she wouldn't be able to handle things any better. She would potentially be worse off, actually, considering what was going in when she left. The idea of laying their memories to rest, though... She tilts her head slightly.

"'Laying it to rest,' hmm? That almost sounds like a suggestion."

The only question is how. There is the holodeck and they could use that. But what would they do? Have a sending off? Or a funeral service of some sort? If so, what kind? It certainly would be interesting and might help them both in the long run.
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[personal profile] ethnobotany 2015-09-06 07:54 pm (UTC)(link)
"We could borrow one of the holodecks for a time," Beverly muses, agreeing that this would be good. She might not be a loud party person, but getting some of their issues out in a positive way might be a good idea. And it might help some of the other people who are feeling cooped up here, too.

Why not?

"I think you might be better at planning parties than I am, but... maybe it would be good to help us... let go a little." It can't hurt, right?
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[personal profile] ethnobotany 2015-09-10 12:02 am (UTC)(link)
"If it's nothing raucous and just encompasses the holodeck, I don't see why not. But I'll talk to him." Whenever the best time turns up, she'll bring it up. Fatima is right in that Jean-Luc is very important to her and she to him. They are best friends, after all, even with the time line differences between them. Of course, for those who know them and know to look, there is something even more between them, something each is holding back from the other, something personal.

That little thing called love. And right now both are determined to take it to their graves.

"We'll find a way to make it work."
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[personal profile] ethnobotany 2015-09-10 12:35 am (UTC)(link)
"I'll let you know when I know," Beverly agrees. Whatever they can work up will help them both in the long run.

"Are you going to stay here all night?" She has yet to decide what else she's going to do with her night. Probably end up in the arboretum sometime. That seems to be her fallback here.
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[personal profile] ethnobotany 2015-09-11 01:18 am (UTC)(link)
"I think I'll be heading for the Arboretum, but I'll drop by in a few hours," Beverly muses. "Just to see if you're having better luck than I am." Likely neither of them will sleep, but she can hope. "Or maybe I'll just see you for lunch."

They'll both be exhausted, but at least they'll be exhausted together.