Author's note: Happy ___ Birthday, Barb. ;-) The age has been erased to protect the innocent (read: author!).
Copyright June 2002, by LA Koehler
Well. At least we did have some fun.
He looks scared. I am, too, truth told. And sad. Losing this Tuvok stabs me, like I haven't felt since...Kes. With Kes, though, I know she's somewhere--that she remembers us! But this...
This sadness I'll carry for us both.
I can do this--carry this Tuvok for him, up here. I smile confidently at him. Nod for him to go to the bed, that things will be fine.
"I'll see you after the procedure?" he asks, hopeful.
My confidence slips a bit.
"Of course," I hedge.
Just...not in the same way.
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