Today and days like it.
By Alia - 20015
characters do not belong to me. Sadly Jon and Malcolm are the property of
Paramount. No disrespect or infringement to copyright is intended.
visits Jonathan on Ceti Alpha V.
Rated: G for M/M content.
Authors Notes: This
story is told from Malcolm’s point of view and is based on the season 3 episode
Twilight. Jonathan has anterograde amnesia and cannot form new memories. Please
keep in mind that it contains Australian spelling and is unbetaed. If you find
a mistake please feel free to point it out to me. Weird point of view.
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The unpredictable weather patterns on Ceti Alpha V always
make putting down a little rocky and I raise a hand to the bulkhead, bracing
myself for the inevitable impact and the day ahead of me as the planet’s
surface looms closer.
T’pol is waiting a short distance from the landing pad when
the shuttle finally shudders to a stop and the door opens.
As usual she is alone, a solitary almost ageless figure
standing against an unforgiving and inhospitable background. Dependable and enduring -- calm even as the
unstable conditions continue to stir and unsettle the air around her.
I take my first step forward. Resolved to all she will tell
me and what I will find here.
Jonathan would have woken by now. He would have been
informed about the condition that brought him to this planet and the life he
now lives with Enterprise’s former science officer. She would have also told
him about my visit and explained the reasons why I wasn’t there when he woke
Thankfully, I remind myself, his confusion won’t last long.
He will be glad to see me. Greeting me as an old friend, we
will shake hands first and then embrace. Jonathan’s face will beam when he
finally releases me, his eyes bright; smiling at me in a way that never ceases
to melt my heart or to remind me why I fell in love with him.
Once our reunion is complete he will insist on showing me
around the small house he shares with T’pol along with the compound of the
surrounding area. I have seen it all before, but I will look and listen as
attentively as if it is all brand new.
T’pol will prepare lunch and then announce that she has
errands to run and neighbours she needs to call on. We will share a knowing
look before she goes. I am aware that she has developed feelings for him; that
in many ways my visits only serve to remind us both of the past and the futures
we had planned, but never got to enjoy.
The unchangeable nature of Jonathan’s illness means that
many aspects of today are set, yet nothing about it is easy.
Wind howls and the sky above continues to grow darker as I
draw closer to the woman who has become carer, and sometimes confidant; her
blank features giving no clue to the great burden she carries on my
behalf. I feel my chest tighten, angst
mixed with anticipation after so many weeks separated from Jonathan, hastening
Not long after T’pol leaves he will close the distance
between us. There will be no tentative
push or slide of lips. His mouth and hands will be as demanding as I remember.
Despite the number of false starts we endured throughout our
years on Enterprise we had only been officially involved a few days when
Jonathan was hurt. Kissing is not new, not something he has to relearn. What
comes later, the unpractised act of making love is however. I had planned to
make a move in that direction after movie night all those years ago, but we
never quite made it.
He doesn’t remember my other visits or how many times we
have made love. Each time, for him at least, is our first. Unchartered
territory that we would explore. I used to think that when we finally became
lovers we would learn one another together, but fate is seems has deemed that will
not be the case and I have long given up thinking it matters.
Afterwards we will lie amongst the tangled bedclothes in
Jonathan’s room, still touching as our bodies cool. His eyes will fill with
tears, joy and relief overwhelming him. My heart fuller than I have words to
express. We will rise again before T’pol returns to eat the food she has
provided for us and the rest of the day will be spent discussing my role as
Captain of the Intrepid and Starfleet’s plans to expand the colonies.
Every moment we share, precious beyond words.
T’pol raises a hand in greeting as I come to a stop in front
of her. The strengthening wind making it necessary to shout above it. “I trust
your journey was without incident?”
I nod that it was and without further delay we turn together
towards the encampment a few hundred metres away, then fall into step alongside
one another for the next phase of my visit.
“Everything is in order,” she informs me as we walk. Her
pace matching my own as we both battle against the increasingly inclement
“And Jonathan?” I ask, glancing sideways. “How is he?”
“Safe,” she returns.
I lift my chin; acknowledging what she has said then direct
my eyes forward. Jonathan’s safety has been my priority since the beginning.
There is no cure for his condition, no way to slow the rotation of the planet
or to lengthen our time together. I may never be the man my father wanted me to
be or the Captain Jonathan Archer was during his years commanding the
Enterprise, but I know until any of those thing change, today and days like it,
will be all we have.
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