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Trichon

"Unrealized Realitys"

Trichon gripped Merri's hand as the nurses scrambled around them. Trichon knew it was pointless as their reality was at an end. He looked down at the woman he loved and stared into her eyes, "It will all be over soon."

 

Everything was swirling through Merri's brain. She gripped Trichon's hand and curled in on herself, trying to protect her unborn child, but she knew it was useless. Nothing made sense any more. Even her telepathic link to Trichon seemed to fade and then grow stronger and then fade again until it was almost nonexistent. "I love you," she whispered as her mind threatened to fade to black.

 

Trichon started to feel the first twinges of the virus and could only hope that the wayward travelers would make it home, "I love you, too. Know that I will be with you in any reality, my beloved."

 

Reality dissolved and was gone. There was sound, and light, and the absence of light. And silence.

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Trichon snapped awake from what seemed to him had been a dream, he reached up and wiped the cold sweat from his brow as he tried to make sense of the dream he had just had...

 

Merri moaned in her sleep, attuned to Trichon's discomfort. She had been sleeping restlessly lately. She thought it was due to her body changing with pregnancy. Lately she had been feeling little flutters of the baby moving inside her. Now, she woke, dizzy and disoriented. "Hmmm?" she inquired, still on the raw edge of sleep.

 

Trichon turned to her and placed his hand on her shoulder, "I'm sorry, I didn't mean to wake you as well."

 

"You didn't," Merri mumbled, and woke a little more. "That was..." She shook all over, like a wet puppy. "The universe ended," she said.

 

Trichon shuddered for a moment as he reached out and embraced Merri, "It was only a dream," he paused for a long moment, "at least I think it was a dream."

 

"If it was a dream, I dreamed it too," she murmured into his neck, clinging tightly to him. "And your shuttle..."

 

"I know," he tried to stop shuddering from the cold sweat against him, "I sent the captain and the others out in it."

 

Merri chuckled, but it was a nervous sort of chuckle. "We must be doing something right if we're having the same dreams," she ventured.

 

"I guess you're right," Trichon placed his hand on Merri's stomach. "And how is the little one?"

 

"Jumpy," she grinned, feeling the flutters accelerate at Trichon's touch. "I wish someone would tell me if he's a he or if she's a she." The thought was already letting the strange dream fade into the background. "You and Andrea must have some kind of conspiracy to not let me know."

 

"It's not a conspiracy," Trichon laughed. "You know I don't want to know, so there you go."

 

"But what if I want to know?" Merri giggled.

 

"Then you can ask Westler to tell you..." he looked around at the boxes in their new quarters, as they still had quite a few things left to unpack. "But before all of that, I still have to marry you."

 

"So have you made the arrangements with the Captain yet?" Merri asked. "You know I'm putting off getting something to wear because it might not fit in a few weeks."

 

Trichon nodded, "Yes, I spoke to Hayden. She said she would talk with the captain."

 

"All right." She grinned, and got up. "You know... now I have a compulsion to go check on the shuttle..."

 

Trichon laughed, "I can promise you it's right where we left it. It was only a dream."

 

"Then it won't hurt to check, right?"

 

Trichon just stared at her, "You're serious, aren't you?"

 

Merri was already getting dressed. "Well, yeah."

 

"If it will make you feel better, then let's go," Trichon slipped on some clothes quickly. "But you'll see we're just being silly."

 

She held his hand on the way to the shuttle bay. When the lift doors opened and they rounded the corner, the shuttle was still there in its usual place. Merri let go of Trichon's hand and walked ahead, going up the ramp and on into the cockpit.

 

Trichon followed her into the shuttle, "See, it's all still here. Just the way we left it."

 

Sitting down, Merri let her hands roam over the controls, keying in a few commands and a series of passwords. And sat back, pointing silently at the coding that came up on the monitor. Programming for interdimensional travel.

 

Trichon looked closer at the console, "That's impossible, I didn't put that there."

 

"It's my code," Merri said softly, "with my signature and my password. And I didn't put it there, either, except in that dream."

 

"That's crazy..." Trichon tried to think of something that would put his mind at ease about all of this. "It's just a coincidence.

 

She locked down the programming again, double passwording it and adding a command level hold that would only be accessible to someone with both Engineering and Medical clearances. And stood up, rubbing one hand gently across her belly. "Maybe, maybe not." The other hand took hold of Trichon's. "Let's go back to bed, dearest. I'm sure it will all make sense someday."

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