"One More Day..."

[Jamie Kroells 0]

“One More Day...”

 

Blank stare

Disrepair

There's a big black hole gonna eat me up someday

(But) someday

Fades away

Like a memory - or a place that you'd rather be

Some place

Lost in space

An itch in my head that's telling me somewhere

Somewhere out there anywhere I don't care get me out of here

 

Nine Inch Nails, “Deep”

 

His hands rubbed his tired and weary face, the blood, sweat, and grime from both surfaces mixed together, making him feel only more disgusting. He spread his elbows out, only to be rewarded with a shard of glass digging into his right one, making yet another copper stain on Captain Davies desk. A small disappointed sigh was all he could mutter from the pain.

 

Jamie couldn’t help but feel weird, sitting in the Captain’s ready room, but given the disheveled state of the Alpha Section, and his near constant need to be on the bridge, it made a good get away, a good place to get some work done. He looked over the broken Padds, the ones the Captain had left behind, mixed with a few working ones of the young Chief of Sciences. He tried to lean back in the chair, his exhausted muscles protesting the movement. He stopped for a moment to think...

 

How long had it been since he showered, ate, slept?

 

He paused, letting the cold reality slap him in the face. He didn’t even know what fraking day it was. For how long had he let himself become this zombie? How long would it continue? With Robair...gone he had been forced into leading the rag tag bunch that populated the Alpha Section. With Beta here, the Colonel was technically the ranking officer, but with their inability to dock...

 

Would she stay there? How long would he have to sit in that God damned chair? How long before he...

 

His elbow dug further into the glass. A conscious or subconscious movement he didn’t know, but the desired effect was achieved. He forced himself to stop thinking, at least in those manners. For now, this was the role he had been given. He’d have to play it to perfection too. They were out here, on the raggedy edge; Gods only knew what lay around the next corner. All Hellfire could descend on them at any moment, and they knew it, he knew it. But it was his job to make them forget, if only enough to let them function as people.

 

Was it his role then to carry their burden? Would he have to put on a brave face and a smile just to get them to man their stations? How long could they last like this? How long could anyone last like this?

 

This was why he wore blue. The command staff had way too many responsibilities. The crew looked up to them. They were the beacons in the darkness. The ones that pointed the way. He couldn’t do it...he just...

 

His head fell back.

 

He slept.

 

He snored.

 

And it was amazing.

 

If you were real

I could take what's apart and put it all back together