Holding on and letting go

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Andrea knlwtchr considered her long time friend before her in dismay. Though the face was distinctly familiar, his features, his character, his spiritual signals were just slightly different. The same and still not the same. The friendship between him and Andrea was comforting and freightening at the same time. She couldnt shake the feeling that this...this mission, this idea of theirs to put them back in the right time line, was just wrong. Deadly wrong.

 

With a flash of memory and regret, Andrea took Captain Moose's arm and began to lead him to the shuttlebay. The short corridor before them to the turbolift seemed to lengthen by a football fields range. Andrea took slow and steady steps, holding firmly against Moose's elbow, searching despirately for the words to convince him to stay.

 

With all the technology StarFleet enjoyed, it was impossible for the Doctor to think that a anticdote or counteraction for molecular degridation was still not among its credits. This fact saddened and angered her to no end. Saddened because her oath damanded her action to cure. Angered because, in her view, Starfleet put more energies in distruction, ship building, and exploration than in finding ways to enhance health in ALL species.

 

At the same time, however, she knew it was important not to tinker with the Space Time continuum. One domino falls, and it causes a change reaction that could be irreversable. Each minute that passes, the time line sufferes. Every snippit of information shared is disasterous.

 

Already, Andrea knew too much and she knew it. But it didnt change the facts. In her mind, the damage was already done. Trying to go back and change them again could be just as disasterous. Or it could change the past in a parallel universe. It could alter time and its plane all-together.

 

Considering it for a moment, she could remain silent no longer. Nor had the words the ability to remain unspoken. "I can find a cure." One last plea for the horrible gut feeling that engulfed her midsection. Moose's face softened and Andrea knew why. As he kindly rebuked the notion, Andrea knew as he spoke he was right. But she was trying nearly anything she could to stop the dominos that were falling.

 

As the two entered the shuttle bay, Andreas subconscious sent a shiver up her spin. If Moose felt it too, he didnt let on. They both traversed across the room to the shuttle, which already contained the other crewmembers from outside this timeline. The Doctor led the Captain into the shuttle and into a seat. Then she stepped back out and leaned into the doorway towards them.

 

The Leuitenant Commander scanned the shuttle of its familiar faces and choked back another dissent. She stood back near the shuttlebay walls and stared mournfully at the shuttle as it was sealed and began its movement towards the exit. A voice from the distance and behind the noise of the shuttle began to shout her name. But, it was too late. The room began to spin. The shuttle, distort. And the floor came rushing up on the Doctor.